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 Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 11:48 am
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 11:58 am
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Enough time had passed since Rianon moved to the swamp with the rebels that she had finally familiarized herself with the area, and various hives in the swamp city, but still not long enough to have met every rebel, or even a majority of them. She felt stuck in this liminal space, a rebel for sure, she had caused enough of a stir in the hunts to be labeled a dangerous criminal for life. However, she had not been a part of the proper rebellion long enough to feel like she had done much to help. She wanted to pull her weight.
That was why the greenblooded witch was finally meeting with the rebel leader Byakko. Rianon had heard plenty of stories and rumors as a child, but none of them were in too positive of a light. The greenblood was bubbling up on the inside to finally get the chance to meet her and see what she was really like. She had already gone through a rolodex of personalities in her thinkpan, but all she really had to go off of were the few passing things Vremea had told her when she asked about their leader.
Deciding to walk, rather than teleport lately, let Rianon take in the beauty and mystique of the swamp as she headed to the designated meeting location. The area was still fairly new to her, but not too terribly different from her old hive on a marshy island tucked away in a grotto of the lake at Four Fronds. She had settled into her new hive finally, but was still trying her best to fit in, to make new friends, to not feel like she was constantly on guard after what happened with the subjuglator.
Finally arriving at the location she had been told, Rianon glanced around, and finally found a spot to wait for Byakko.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 2:57 pm
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The meeting spot had been carefully selected; far enough from the activity buzzing around the hives that their conversation would be inaudible, but close enough that they were within eyeshot of the others. A little healthy skepticism never hurt anybody. While she had, for the most part, utmost faith in Vremea's recruitments, Byakko also found it both puzzling and intriguing that Rianon had asked for a direct audience with her so soon. It was far from impudent, far from suspect- it was simply hard for the mutantblood to shake her cynical nature.
Regardless, her interest was piqued and the request was complied with, as it would have been for any other member of the Initiative.
Behind the cover of the thick swamp trees above, Byakko peered down at the greenblood. She waited and watched, biding her time, clinging to the trunk of her vantage point like some kind of animal.
When she had deemed it had been long enough and that the girl wasn't doing anything of particular interest, some time after Rianon had settled down, Akko scaled down the opposite side of the tree. She made a point to sneak some distance away before circling back to return at another break in the trees.
She waited until she was closer to Rianon to greet her. "Hello." Her tone, as usual, was flat. Her posture was what spoke volumes; like a predator, confident in every movement. Unblinking eye contact, almost unnervingly so. There was a lull in her greeting, taking a moment to study Rianon up close. Akko regarded her with extreme curiosity.
"We haven't had the chance to introduce ourselves." Well, they knew of each other. Were introductions necessary? She was never very good at this sort of stuff. Whatever. "I'm Byakko Mawiya." a loose hand gestured to the pink symbol across her top.
"I've been told you had some things you wished to discuss with me." Straight to the point. There were some things she was good at talking about.
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