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YEONA HAN
SCENE:
Serpents Arc 1: Scene 3 [We’ll Do It Live]
LOCATION:
Housing Zone 4, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Delynne, Kisara, Tri, Yuudai
WE'LL DO IT LIVE
Sporting a satisfied smirk and walking with a slight spring in her steps, Yeona appeared to be in a more cheery mood than her compatriots. The usual bottle of liquor was nowhere to be seen on her person. Today, it was replaced by a pack of cigarettes. She was, all in all, just a tad too carefree considering the duty she was undertaking.
Failure would mean consequences, the king had said, but she hardly expected to fail. There was enough trash to pick and choose from in this glorified dump they called a housing zone. If not, well, they could always resort to more violent and intrusive means to gather enough volunteers. The buildings were on their turf, after all. Either way, the quota would be met. Of that, she had little doubt.
It was a boring job, what essentially amounted to a field day for the newbies. However, should the lucky few they pick manage to survive the strains of the gift, there’d be action yet. Even if she was more keen to throw darts than hands, she could appreciate a good fight or two. Although, she clearly cared less about a level playing field than the heavyweight rookie. There’s no fun in fighting on even terms with your opponent, what really mattered was having and maintaining the upper hand. That wasn’t why she was here, though.
She wanted to see her fellow serpents in action, a bout of reckless curiosity. How often could a lowly snake claim to have witnessed their king at work? There was the jack, too. A cold, uncaring, and... very unkempt man. She wondered if she’d find any eggs from rummaging through that nest of hair. Her fingers twitched. Perhaps if she wasn’t sober, she would‘ve given in to her impulses. There was more to live for than ruffling dangerous men’s heads. Cutting down on alcohol was a good call indeed. Not that that would last beyond this singular mission.
Compared to the gutsy rookie - what was her name again? It started with a ‘K’ if she recalled - who was running her mouth without a care who was listening, Yeona fancied herself more of an invertebrate. Confronting the strong like that just wasn’t her style. Better to lie low and unnoticed, or resort to pandering if that failed. So far, she reckoned it was a pretty solid plan. For one, the king hadn’t cut her to ribbons yet with that big paw of his.
Unfortunately, that also meant twice the ass kissing. Not exactly the image of a respectable veteran. "A brilliant suggestion, sir. How, ah, intact would you like the subjects to be? I assume not all their limbs are necessary for the experiments." Yeona didn’t really expect for them to start tearing the place down, but she wouldn’t complain either. Fun was fun, and reenacting the hurricane didn’t sound so bad.
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Failure would mean consequences, the king had said, but she hardly expected to fail. There was enough trash to pick and choose from in this glorified dump they called a housing zone. If not, well, they could always resort to more violent and intrusive means to gather enough volunteers. The buildings were on their turf, after all. Either way, the quota would be met. Of that, she had little doubt.
It was a boring job, what essentially amounted to a field day for the newbies. However, should the lucky few they pick manage to survive the strains of the gift, there’d be action yet. Even if she was more keen to throw darts than hands, she could appreciate a good fight or two. Although, she clearly cared less about a level playing field than the heavyweight rookie. There’s no fun in fighting on even terms with your opponent, what really mattered was having and maintaining the upper hand. That wasn’t why she was here, though.
She wanted to see her fellow serpents in action, a bout of reckless curiosity. How often could a lowly snake claim to have witnessed their king at work? There was the jack, too. A cold, uncaring, and... very unkempt man. She wondered if she’d find any eggs from rummaging through that nest of hair. Her fingers twitched. Perhaps if she wasn’t sober, she would‘ve given in to her impulses. There was more to live for than ruffling dangerous men’s heads. Cutting down on alcohol was a good call indeed. Not that that would last beyond this singular mission.
Compared to the gutsy rookie - what was her name again? It started with a ‘K’ if she recalled - who was running her mouth without a care who was listening, Yeona fancied herself more of an invertebrate. Confronting the strong like that just wasn’t her style. Better to lie low and unnoticed, or resort to pandering if that failed. So far, she reckoned it was a pretty solid plan. For one, the king hadn’t cut her to ribbons yet with that big paw of his.
Unfortunately, that also meant twice the ass kissing. Not exactly the image of a respectable veteran. "A brilliant suggestion, sir. How, ah, intact would you like the subjects to be? I assume not all their limbs are necessary for the experiments." Yeona didn’t really expect for them to start tearing the place down, but she wouldn’t complain either. Fun was fun, and reenacting the hurricane didn’t sound so bad.
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