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Zephrun’s Imperium

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  1. "She is, honey. You're safe." She offered her hand to help him up. "Shadow is nasty, but don't let her get you in a twist, she's not worth fretting about."
  2. "He was in my seat," Shadow spat. Star rolled her eyes, continuing in her southern drawl. "Oh please. Pick on someone your own size, Shadow, you know better, even drunk. Now do I have to fight you or-" "You're not worth my freaking time." She threw the hatchet into the ground and started to walk away, taking a long swig on her drink. "Are you going to apologize to the kid?" Star yelled after Shadow. "Hell no!" Then I'll do it myself, Star thought. She found Pheonix's mental signature and followed it to discover his hiding spot. She stood over him, her shadow covering his form. "Hey." Her greeting was more terse than she intended.
  3. Shadow summoned a hatchet to her hand with blinding speed and moved to throw it. Just before she could, however, Star stepped between her and the boy. "Shadow, leave the kid alone, he hasn't done anything."
  4. "Can't do that." Shadow shoved him back into more chairs. "I want to fight!" she growled, stumbling forward on uneven footing. "Come on, come at me! You're a Narrator; act like one." Hearing the crash from her corner, Star raised an eyebrow. Shadow, she thought, narrowing her eyes. She stood up to confront the woman, metal shoes clanking.
  5. Shadow chuckled. "You're no fun." She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him close, the stink of alcohol on her breath. "Don't you have any fight in you?"
  6. Narrator Shadow put her hands on her hips, looking confident despite her diminutive height. She had just returned from a rampage and had blood on the cuffs of her sleeves, holding a half-empty bottle of vodka by one finger. "Hey, you," she said, clearly drunk. "Get outta my seat, punk." It was not, in fact, her seat, but the pale Asian boy sitting in it seemed easy to cow.
  7. Star sheathed her sword. "Good freaking riddance. C'mon, Corpse, I need a beer." She grabbed the thing's hand - immediately regretting touching the decaying sinew - and pulled it along to walk with her to a shadowed corner of the Hall where she could watch things. The Narrators that had gathered to watch the small confrontation immediately dispersed as if nothing had happened.
  8. Suddenly Star felt drunk. She growled, gesturing for Corpse to attack again. "Fine," she said. "I'll be the bad guy." Her supervillain-esque outfit flipped in on itself, turning into sleek plate mail, and she summoned a sword to her. She doubted she'd have to use it, but in the case that she did, she had it.
  9. "Author curse it. Another one? Whaddya want with me?!"
  10. “It tried,” said Star to Grace. “It was unable to. Now leave.” A crowd of Narrators had gathered around the group by now, interested by a sight they so rarely saw in person; confrontation.
  11. Seeing the blood, Star hauled her servant back. "That's enough, Corpse. Are we done here, Enuller, or should I command it to kill you?"
  12. Star folded her arms, watching with no joy. She seemed bored.
  13. Star nodded to Corpse. “Go get her.”
  14. “Look, if you don’t get the hell outta here, I’m going to do something drastic. Maybe something involving my little friend. So I suggest you leave, because you’re not getting your hands on me.”
  15. "It's mine; it does what I tell it." Star told the woman to leave with another curse and a rude gesture to bat.
  16. Star ran right into the wall, bumping her nose. After shaking herself, she glared, turning around to curse at Grace.
  17. You know, it's interesting that I know pretty much all of the people on that list. I feel like there hasn't been a new wave of Sharders like there was a few years back when Connie and Fadran joined. Also kinda makes me have to face how inactive I am... Y'all know my favorite Sharder is my bf @The Ward's Guard Also shout out to the best RPer on this site, @xinoehp512
  18. Star nodded. "Corpse is right. I'll be going now. Good day, Enuller." She dismissed her sword and walked away.
  19. "You're damn right I am. I don't want your protection."
  20. "Then what do you intend to do with me anyway? Poke and prod and study the Narrator who fell in love with a character?"
  21. "My own safety, huh?" Star raised her hands to the sides. "I'm a Narrator. What could possibly harm me? I'm not some flimsy mortal."
  22. "Oh?" Star got up in the Enuller's face. "Then what is your intention, mime?"
  23. Star laughed. It was a cold, barking laugh, the laugh of a true villain. "'You can relate?' YOU KNOW NOTHING!!" She stood, summoning a silver sword with a gold hilt. "Maverick Oakenwey of Mendahar was worth more than every wretched soul in this Hall."
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