Kiratta rose an eyebrow in suspicion as Zann talked about 'properly taking care of the rebel'. Her hand ghosted over her pistol, just in case, and her expression changed, sporting a darker look. When offered the chair, she refused the seat, instead sitting on the burnt car's trunk so her distance was kept between her and the crime lord. "Yeah, I'm a Rebel alright. X-Wing pilot, to be more exact." She shrugged, glancing about the place for a moment before returning to him. "Nothing big aside from working as a smuggler for an year, I guess. Seems like everyone needs to get involved in illegal business before they get a shot at the Rebellion. Save for our few senate allies, of course."
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Agatha let out a pained scream as her body crashed against the ground, filling the air with a mixture of rubble collapsing and armor clinking and smashing. Her world spun and twisted with each tumble down whatever hill she had just landed on, though the pain of each impact was all she felt till she was slammed against a hard surface, ending her rolling entrance roughly. Impressively, she managed to keep hold of her gargantuan sword on her way down, though the weapon now rested among the debris of a ruined building as she struggled to sit up, holding her head till the aches went away.
"By the Gods, what happened?" She asked herself out loud, collecting the strengths to put herself back on her feet. Her hands took her Zweihänder off the floor, resting the thick blade against her shoulder as she always did.
Has someone summoned me? From a quick look around her, she realized it was nothing like Sen's Fortress, the last place she had stopped to rest at; summoning was out of question. Whatever that bright flash of green was, it had transported her elsewhere.
An entire new world, perhaps.
Noticing a path among the collapsed structures, the Undead Knight began to make her way out of whatever she was standing on, eyes up on the sky for any references of where she had landed. The design of the buildings was alien to her, too blocky to even remind her of the castles back at Astora and Lordran. Strange machinery, composed mostly of burnt, beaten steel, dotted large streets and colored them orange with their raging flames.
With both hands gripping the handle of her sword, Agatha pushed forward, glancing at every possible corner for signs of any enemy activity. After all, this area appeared to have no bonfires, and she couldn't tell what would happen if she died at the hands of whatever monstrosities lurked in these ruins.
She stopped on her tracks as she spotted two humanoid figures standing on the distance, apparently conversing between themselves. While her attentive nature had her keep her guard up, the knight of Astora sprinted towards the two, only stopping when she had gained some proximity to them. From the looks of it, neither appeared to be hostile, though she preferred to play it safe. Her talisman was slipped into her grasp, pressed against the hilt of her sword, ready to cast miracles should the need arise.
Slowly, Agatha emerged from the piles of debris that surrounded the area, standing before the duo from a certain distance. While she was one to introduce herself often, the dreary atmosphere of this strange place had her dead silent, waiting for any of the two to notice her and take whatever action came first in their minds.
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