Hailee was talking, but Maura wasn't listening. Her twice-spoken "stay behind's" fell on deaf ears, that was to say. Maura's mind was on something else.
There was an eerie, horrible, terrible, no-good, and downright bone-chilling feeling in the air. She felt it as Hailee fell to her knees, but the kid stayed frozen in place. "What the heck?" Black eyes searched for the source of it but found only smoking buildings off in the distance, past where she could see two figures advancing toward Hailee and her. She glanced toward the other padawan again, then watched as she rose from the floor of the ship[, moved down the ramp and past her, and said something about staying behind again.
Maura wanted to pout and stick her tongue out at her but refrained from doing so at that moment.
Instead, the kid began to follow a short distance behind her. As she moved forward, she took a second to reach down and scoop up a handful of pebbly dirt into her pocket. "Pocket dust!" Maura could feel the weight of it in her pocket, hidden underneath her Jedi robes and her "fish want me, women fear me" t-shirt.
Yeah, she'd worn her fish shirt to the battlefield. Sometimes when you sneak onto people's ships you aren't wearing the most intimidating of clothing.
Though she was a small distance away from the bad guys approaching, Maura was keeping her eyes trained on one of the two Sith approaching Hailee - the brown-haired one with a gun in his hand (@Braden). "A gun?" Maura ignited her lightsaber, casting violet hues onto her deeply tanned skin, and paid extra careful attention to where he was pointing the weapon. She increased her speed too and managed to scamper her way up behind Hailee and close some of the distance.
"Time to kick some bad guy booty! I can do this! Manifest victory!" Using her free hand, the padawan dice rolled, then pumped her fist as if she'd rolled something desirable. "Let's go!" Too bad she couldn't give Hailee some of her confidence. The woman looked like she'd seen a ghost earlier.
other tags: @Hailee Lightwood @Xorism
There was an eerie, horrible, terrible, no-good, and downright bone-chilling feeling in the air. She felt it as Hailee fell to her knees, but the kid stayed frozen in place. "What the heck?" Black eyes searched for the source of it but found only smoking buildings off in the distance, past where she could see two figures advancing toward Hailee and her. She glanced toward the other padawan again, then watched as she rose from the floor of the ship[, moved down the ramp and past her, and said something about staying behind again.
Maura wanted to pout and stick her tongue out at her but refrained from doing so at that moment.
Instead, the kid began to follow a short distance behind her. As she moved forward, she took a second to reach down and scoop up a handful of pebbly dirt into her pocket. "Pocket dust!" Maura could feel the weight of it in her pocket, hidden underneath her Jedi robes and her "fish want me, women fear me" t-shirt.
Yeah, she'd worn her fish shirt to the battlefield. Sometimes when you sneak onto people's ships you aren't wearing the most intimidating of clothing.
Though she was a small distance away from the bad guys approaching, Maura was keeping her eyes trained on one of the two Sith approaching Hailee - the brown-haired one with a gun in his hand (@Braden). "A gun?" Maura ignited her lightsaber, casting violet hues onto her deeply tanned skin, and paid extra careful attention to where he was pointing the weapon. She increased her speed too and managed to scamper her way up behind Hailee and close some of the distance.
"Time to kick some bad guy booty! I can do this! Manifest victory!" Using her free hand, the padawan dice rolled, then pumped her fist as if she'd rolled something desirable. "Let's go!" Too bad she couldn't give Hailee some of her confidence. The woman looked like she'd seen a ghost earlier.
other tags: @Hailee Lightwood @Xorism