forum So What Now? (OxO with just_gabs)

Started March 17, 2023 by Deleted user

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Name: Sandra Ulric
Gender: female
Age: 15

Looks: shoulder-length super dark brown hair, (often braided) and dark green eyes; wiry build, 5' 2''
Personality: RBF, grumpy most of the time. Her sense of humor is mostly deadpan and sarcastic. Confident in her abilities and it shows. Fight first think later. Denies that her best friend is her best friend and REALLY denies her feelings for him

(Nice, guess I better put a lil' character template too, here we go–)

Name: Shaziri
Gender: female
Age: 19

Looks: Dark brown, almost black hair; usually wears it in a long thick braid with colored beads woven in; Hazel eyes, and skin tone is a moderate brown; looks mildly native american
Personality: She's brash and reckless, and she often doesn't consider other people's feelings before acting. She has a soft side, however, and can be very protective, especially of her brothers and her friends. She's suspicious of new people, but can warm up quickly. She can and will fight dirty if provoked, but after regaining her memories, she avoids killing people.

(Okie dokie here we go–why are there so many people stalking us rn)

Shaziri didn't expect anything interesting to happen that day. Honestly, she didn't. Most of the Rochi's enemies were currently in a state of licking their wounds; even Shaziri's brothers hadn't been heard from in months.

So when a blue swirling hole appeared beneath the young woman's feet and dumped her in the middle of nowhere, Shaziri was not only concerned; she was annoyed.

"How about a little warning next time, huh?!" She yelled at the sky as she irritably batted grass off her clothes.

Sandra lined up her shot. The wind was slower than usual today; she adjusted her aim accordingly and let out a half breath. The arrow rested easy on the string as she prepared to fire-
Something fell out of the sky in front of her. She jumped, and her shot flew way wide, missing the target.
"What in the name of-"
Someone stood up, yelling at the sky angrily.

Shaziri grumbled to herself even as she scanned her surroundings. She didn't immediately recognize where she was at, which meant a lot. She had been everywhere in Sheodor. So where was she..?

She stiffened when she spotted the figure standing a short distance away… staring straight at her.

Sandra stared at the young woman, baffled. She looked maybe Adalynn's age, and very confused. "Who are you?" Sandra demanded, setting another arrow on her bowstring. "What was that?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Shaziri replied, warily eyeing the bow. Subtly, her hand drifted to one of her daggers as she continued, "My name is Shay. I'm not sure what that was, seeing as it just appeared beneath my feet and dumped me here like a pile of dannan horse manure."

Sandra didn't miss this "Shay" subtly reaching for a weapon. She lowered her bow slightly and jerked her head. "Sandra." She frowned at her unfamiliar accent. "You're not Chasanian."

Shaziri hummed, "Nope. Never heard of it either." she paused before she added carefully, "You've never heard of a place called Sheodor, have you?"

"No." Sandra studied the girl warily. Her style of dress had some similarities to what she was familiar with, but it was obvious that Shay was not from anywhere in the Isle nations. Mainland, maybe? "Should I have?"

In response, Shaziri cursed under her breath.
"I am definitely far away from home," she muttered. Aloud, she added, "Look, kid–can I call you kid? You look like a kid–I'm not really sure where I'm at or what's happening, but how about you put down your bow, I don't draw my daggers, and we can talk this out like civilized human beings? Sa?"

Sandra fought the urge to roll her eyes at the "kid" comment. "Fine…" she said, slowly crouching. "On three?"
Shay slowly drew her daggers as Sandra counted down. They both set their weapons down and took a pace back. Sandra didn't go for or mention the tiny knife at the small of her back. Only if she tries anything, she thought.
"Okay. Now what?"

Shaziri tilted her head, "Well, now I guess… Q and A sesh. You first," she offered generously, "Since apparently this is your homeland."

"Alright. Uh…"
Sandra thought for a minute. "Who are you? And I don't just mean your name, like all the other stuff."

Shaziri twisted her mouth into a thoughtful frown, "Loaded question; where to start..?"
She was quiet for a moment, tapping her foot against the grass before she finally said, "All right, so, the most you need to know if that I'm part of a band of fighters known as the Rochi Warriors. I'm from a country called Sheodor, where there's… generally a lot of trouble. Hence the need for a fighting band. I used to work as an assassin and spy for my brothers… well, I want to tell you not willingly, but it kinda was willingly, but they had erased my memories and made me forget all my morals." she gave a disarming grin, "Family, am I right?"

Sandra grunted. "Tell me about it." She sighed. "I don't have any blood family anymore. But uh… yeah. Mine doesn't sound as dysfunctional as yours though." She paused. The memory of her father didn't sting as much as it used to, but she didn't like to dwell on it anyway. It made her miss him.
"Alright. Your turn."

Shaziri smiled at Sandra's small confession. She still wasn't sure what to make of the girl, or whether to trust her, but it seemed like they were making progress.
"All right, so where exactly am I?" She asked, crossing her arms casually over her chest, "You know, what's the story with this place?"