Steaming Ahead

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I write wlw and only write what I'm currently into 🥰

I am also now on BlueSky! (((o(*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)o))) But Im not very good at social apps so bare with me hahahahaha

I lowkey want to write this BUT for now you get a rough sketch ( ´∀｀ )b When my hands feel up to it, Ill make this digital so for now enjoy this traditional sketch.

Chief was surprised to find that the raiders base was already silenced before they arrived. Under Angell's warning, they crouched a few feet aways and hid behind bush and tree. Angell commented that she still felt a murderous aura from within the house base. Eyes thinning with readiness at the home turned fortress in case they needed to battle. Angell insisted that they should just go as the stench of blood lust tickled her 6th sense.

Unlike Angell, Rahu could guess who was behind it all as she was very much aware of a certian group of individuals who still held old world technology to create such massacres. Rahu felt herself wanting to run as she had long ago discovered what happens when you underestimate the order.

But Chief was foolishly determined. She needed to know just who or what had wiped out this vicious gang. Ignoring the advice to just leave, she pulled out here bronze scope and prepared herself to peek through. Her single magnified eye combing through the doors and windows for a glimpse of this potential friend or foe. Finally coming eye to eye with the woman who had vaporized all who had the misfortune of being station there.

Shalom, a beauty that always wore clean pressed clothes waved at Chief. Gesturing that she knew she was there and had chosen not to attack. Though Shalom couldn't hide the fact that she was a bit happy to have encountered the wasteland hero. Her lios curling as she leaned against the window sill with a sudden need to continue their interaction. Shalom took this chance to blow a kiss and motioned for Chief to call her with seductive play. She couldn't help wanting to tease the other as she held back a chuckle when Chief fumbled her device away.

Chief was shocked and a bit taken back by Shalom's actions. Her heart accelerated from being caught as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

Seeing Chief so surprised, Rahu grabbed her by the back of her pants belt and tugged her backwards, "Lets just keep moving."

It was the right call, and yet Chief couldn't. There was a whisper in her gut that wanted to make sense of Shalom's actions, "Does she want me to communicate with her?" She mummbled her next words, "Is this her way of wanting to talk?"

Originally I was going to wait to post this new story, but you know I decided to add another meal to my bill. ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ Because I haven't learnt my lesson! Plus I want to give back to the RahuChief nation!

So without further a-do please see the link below for the full chapter and of course the small sample. I hope you guys enjoy it ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ💕

Please Read ME!

Night's Guard

Rahu’s memories from that point on became blurry and skittish. A mixture of her own screams, of her sword plunging into bodies, being slashed and pierced, biting someone’s face, Rahu’s mind was dyed red among the endless carnage that befell her. She couldn’t accept that she had failed, that her comrades had died, that she had lost Paradeiso’s first stronghold of this war. Especially one that was constantly emphasized as a crucial boundary that was necessary to block the barbarians of the east.

Back in her present mind, Rahu laughed emptily at the collage of memories. The mental angst driving her insane as she limped away with the undeserved title of sole survivor.

For whatever reason, she had somehow lived. Only managing to escape when she was tossed head first into an open barrel and kicked out of the way by someone who no longer held a distinguished face or voice. The barrel’s speedy getaway only stopping when she collided with a tree. The barrel, having kept her safe and hidden from the enemy’s eyes, shattered on impact. The force slamming Rahu’s head against the bark and granting her the freedom to lay unconsciously within the tall thick bushes that disguised her.

When she had awoke, Rahu was greeted with the smell of crisped bodies and burnt wood. She needed time to sort herself out before she had finally regained some sense of time and place. Not wasting another second, Rahu grabbed the nearest sword loitering around and ran back to her post. Ready to join the battle again if her team hadn’t already pushed back the enemy.

Preparing to fight again, Rahu couldn’t envision her team losing. Call it absolute fate or blind devotion, Rahu had never once believed Paradeiso would be defeated at any point of the start of this war. Only to drop her weapon when she saw the aftermath of this surprised attack.

There was nothing left of her fortress nor of her comrades.

Rahu could only think of one thing to do now at the face of such a defeat.

Report back.

So, Rahu moved. She moved with no sense of direction, with no care in her steps, her eyes hollow as she pushed on by mere instinctual duty. Slipping and stumbling as her mind attacked her with flashes of the battle, of her actions, of the aftermath.

She needed to tell someone, to warn them of how advanced their enemy truly were, but something deep inside of Rahu was dead. Dead and clouding her thinking as she eventually fell off the woods edge and plunged herself into a river.

Gasping and fighting with the little strength she held, Rahu was tossed and pushed along its currents as they moved her further away from the nearest town. Her last thoughts surprisingly peaceful as she believed that such an ending was more deserved for a solider like her.

…

When Rahu opened her eyes, the first thing that overwhelmed her senses was the grand disappointment of being alive.

Dull and done, she spent an unlawful amount of time merely staring blankly up toward the ceiling. Her immobilizing state lasting for as long as it took her to identify she wasn’t a prisoner of war either. In fact, being safe and sound had forced her to finally take notice of her surroundings.

Like tuning a radio perfectly to a station, Rahu focused in. She could smell medicine herbs, she could hear the sounds of someone humming, the weight of the blanket laid upon her, the wraps around her limbs and torso pinching her still, and the patch against her right eye.

“Finally awake I see.”

And now a voice.

“You gave me quiet the shock when I went to fetch water and found you face planted in mud. You should consider yourself lucky that you ran into me. Anyone else would have robbed you or slit your throat.”

The woman was sitting to her right, her temporary blind spot, and yet Rahu didn’t have the energy to move her head. Nor could she as Rahu soon discovered that her head was being held in place by iron support brace and cast.

“Don’t move around too much. Our towns doctor took a look at you while you were unconscious and she said your skin was the only thing keeping you together,” The figure sighed as her thin fingers came to brush Rahu’s hair away from her untouched left eye, “Just how many bones were you trying to break? Trying to set a new record or something.”

Rahu opened her mouth to speak, but found herself empty with air.

“Yeah… don’t try to speak either. You really are a walking miracle.”

Rahu had so much questions, so much curiosity, and it was as if the woman who had rescued her knew it too. At last, circling around the bed to join Rahu on her left side to properly converse with the wound soldier. A warm smile on her soft lips, her grey eyes full of passion and sympathy, dark midnight hair held up in a ponytail, her body thin as her hands went to help adjust Rahu up. Sitting her up enough so she could digest.

“Here. Drink this,” The woman brought a wooden bowl of bitter tea to Rahu’s lips.

Rahu merely stared into her eyes. Her own were nothing compare to the rejuvenated life rested upon those sharp eyes of her rescuer. Rahu instinctually protected herself by tightening her lips into a thin line in refusal of the strange liquid.

(〃▽〃) I feel guilty, but honestly I cant get enough of her twisted games! Like I had to reread the story to place her prospective into play 🥲 All so that I could understand her and what do i get... nothing 😭😭 No surveillance visit or little pop up 😭😭😭 SHALOM!!!! PLEASE COME VISIT ME!!!

But anyways this rerun is something 🥴 I can't believe all the information that is coming out of it 😭

"Ah, Chief. So this is where you've been. Here," With a coolness that didn't quiet match the situation, Angell spoke.

Angell, not so difficultly, had tracked Chief down in her office early morning. The woman was in the beginning stages of getting ready for the day when Angell circled around her desk and extended a mini box toward her, the small gift handed into Chief's hands with a delicate push. Angell's eyes carring within them an unsure excitement as if Angell was wondering if what she had done was correct or necessary. Then again she had reassurance from Hecate, Hell, and a few other sinners yesterday when they were helping Angell bake it. A much needed help after Angell underestimated the cooking process of dessert goods. She was lucky that Kelvin had been passing along or else she would have most likely burnt her mini surprise to a black ash.

Though next time, Angell wanted to make it all by herself, since she wouldn't need to give the rest of them credit for its creation.

The boxed gift felt cold to the touch as if it were refrigerated not so long ago. A correct guess from Chief as Angell had just picked it up from the MBCC's cafeteria fridge. Bringing it over quickly before any bothersome sinners could be awake to share in this gifting cermony.

"Whats this?" Chief smiled, her hands going to the bow before looking at Angell for the approval to open her gift now.

With Angell's nod, Chief undid the ribbons and lifted the lid, the box unwinding itself to reveal a birthday cake.

"Happy birthday, Chief."

NOT IN FRONT OF MY BABY KELVIN!!

It was not A-Ok for me to start Nox's interrogation right after Hestia ( ；∀；) I CAN'T LOSE ANYMORE KIDS!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

🥴🥴 Regardless, I'll figure out a way to get more Angell content.... you mark my words!!

WAS KISSING CHIEF ALWAYS AN OPTION?!?!

Nightingale where were you?! Why didnt you stop 000?! And why are you always conveniently there to stop other sinners!?!