“...Curious. Could it be that I am wron--!?” A powerful suction took hold of her entire body out of nowhere. Indra attempted to retreat with a somersault backwards, but midway through, the suction became strong enough to bend the laws of physics and ignore her efforts in increasing the distance between herself and the suction spell, or whatever else that occurrence was. Indra eventually could not move anymore, eyes sharpened should anything happen past the odd experience.
For a moment, everything went foggy, and her blinking eyes could tell that the awful experience had ended in a single instant. In a swift motion, Indra turned around and readied two of her kunais on one hand for throwing, while the other wielded another like a knife. She glanced at her immediate surroundings, noticing the room had a fair amount of decor that made it clear she wasn’t in some inn. When she was about to loosen her stance, however, the voice revealed itself, coming from the bunk bed near the corner of the room.
Much to her dismay, she couldn’t really make out anything because the shadows concealed any features the stranger had. The words were delivered by a croaky and hoarse voice, likely from someone old of age. As the man continued on, her stance loosened and she eventually hid her weapons under the thick cloak with washed out black and leather colors. “Sarcastically cordial. Why thank you for your kind words. I used a secret technique where I can phase through wooden doors, which is one of the reasons why I was so fast. I definitely recommend you try it out yourself.”
She could only hope her words were enough to get the point across. After her short and sarcastic rant, Indra remained quiet until the old man(?) was done with talking. “Contemplative. I view Astorea as a country with great potential. In the short amount of time since its foundation, it has already managed to save an entire race and bridge the gap between two of them, to a certain degree.” She paused for a brief moment, turning her gaze to the window. A sigh escaped her lips. Was that an illusion? She could barely see anything because of all the fog around.
“Worried. I also like the people here, despite not being the most talkative person you will ever meet. It is hard to put it into words, but I fought for the people I believe in, back in the war…” Indra returned her gaze to the beds, eyes closed.
“As for the king, all of ‘us’ had a humble beginning at some point, so there isn’t much I need to talk about him. So long he protects the people of his kingdom, my loyalty and my power is guaranteed to be on his side. This stability we have right now — I would gladly fight another war to keep it. If he managed to become a king, I'm sure he can continue to make things work. That is why I lend my power when needed.”
“Contemplative. As for blind justice and morality… Consider the following.” Indra pulled one of her kunais out of the cloak. She then pointed her index finger upwards. “This blade is ‘justice’... And my finger, morality.” She then inserted her index finger in the ring and proceeded to spin the weapon at great speed, clearly showing her ability at handling it.
“Proud. Every time this weapon spins, my morality gives me hundreds of reasons to either enact justice or not. Yet, regardless of morality, if I change the balance just a bit…” A quick motion of her hand would have fooled untrained eyes, as if she had thrown the weapon towards the beds — but in reality, it was tightly gripped by her hand. “Justice strikes true, regardless of the morals behind them. So long my ‘employer’ handles these morals themselves, I will gladly be the blade.” She would then immediately put her weapon away in the cloak.
“Truthful. Secrecy is by what I life for, if this is not obvious enough yet. It is part of my work, and how I make a living. Discretion and silence are tools that I have to make use of every day.” Although none of those words applied exactly for her ‘life’ in Terrasphere, Anna had to deal with negotiations in the shadows once in a while in the real world.
She remained quiet for a few seconds. “Curious. So, what happens now?”
