Post by Lorelei Ackermann on Jul 22, 2014 1:39:21 GMT -6
YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? YOU WANT IT? WELL, HERE IT IS! EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, IT'S JUST SO PRIMITIVE. TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT AND TAKE IT ALL. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO FEEL LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS TO LIVE LIKE THIS. NOBODY, NOBODY WANTS A WAR LIKE THIS. DEVOUR, DEVOUR. | DIVING DOWN |
■ I wasn't sure if you were still up for this, but it's two forty-five in the morning, I'm pulling an all-nighter, and heck if I don't want to post everything everywhere. So I started this thread. I'm still kind of rusty on this whole thing you call "writing", especially Lorelei's character since I haven're written as her in a while, so I'm sorry if it's bad. But... Here ya' go! |
She went by the name Marlene and hid in plain sight, and not a soul ever suspected that she was humanity's greatest fear personified.
Someday soon, “Marlene” would rise with her most trusted followers, the ones who shared her title as admins of Besser and did not have to mask their former identities, and Imum would be born from within a group sworn to fight against that very thing. Someday soon, she would rise above all others, stepping on those who did not bow before her might and glory like the pathetic insects that they truly were, and this region would be wound so tight around her finger, no feeble little rebellion they could try to spring upon her would ever be successful. Someday soon, she could be called Lorelei Beate Ackermann once more, and people would tremble at nothing more then the sound of those sounds strung together. Someday soon, she would achieve what her scum-for-a-father never could:
Utter domination.
But for now, she would settle with picking out the weeds that so threatened her flower garden of future dictatorship. One such weed was a strange, hairy man – particularly fond of pastries, apparently – who went by the name of Hiker Anthony. Under normal circumstances, she would never even give his existance a second thought, and if he had proven to be worth giving some more attention, she'd send out either Hataro or Felix to take care of the problem for her. However, seeing as Felix was busy with orders from the head honcho herself and Hataro seemed a bit... preoccupied with other matters, himself, the raven-haired menace decided it was time she stopped falling back on her partners and proved once again why she was to the one who would reign supreme. The hiker, himself, had been scaring away civilians and Besser members alike – being large, hairy, and overwhelming sometimes had the effect on people – and, despite the lack of a specific order to get him off the populace's back, she came to the conclusion that she'd have to take matters into her own hands to get this moron off her streets.
“I'm looking for a Mr. Anthony Rotini, a self-proclaimed “hiker” who's been bothering the locals,” Lorelei barked at the civilian she'd been briefly chatting to for the past few moments. “It's imperative I find him swiftly.” The man she was speaking to denied ever seeing or hearing anything about any sort of hiker around town, and something dark started to boil deep down. It took great effort to not unleash her anger and disappointment on the blameless young fellow. Hope was not all lost, however, seeing as he followed up by explaining that a friend of his had been forcibly given donuts by a tall, wide-set man just that morning. It was impossible to keep the smirk from taking over her expression. Perfect. The day was still relatively young, and if this mystery man had been encounter just that morning, there was no way he could have gotten too far out of town – if he ever left in the first place. “Many thanks,” she said, giving a slight bow, before starting down the street in pursuit of her target.
It proved to be much more difficult than she had initially anticipated.
This is no big man offering donuts that she can see, no human lugging around a backpack filled with supplies for camping and hiking. It was entirely possible that he simply wasn't in town, but if he was still there and she departed, she'd miss him. That would lead to a failed mission, something which she would try her darnedest to make sure didn't happen. Of course, if he was already gone, staying in town would lead to similar results. With a defeated sigh, embarrassment already creeping up her being, she fell back on her last idea: draw him out, instead.
“Good Arceus, I'm hungry! It's as though I haven't had so much as a crumb to eat for the past five days! I could surely go for a confectionery treat right about now! Perhaps a nice donut would satisfy this terrible hunger?”
Someday soon, “Marlene” would rise with her most trusted followers, the ones who shared her title as admins of Besser and did not have to mask their former identities, and Imum would be born from within a group sworn to fight against that very thing. Someday soon, she would rise above all others, stepping on those who did not bow before her might and glory like the pathetic insects that they truly were, and this region would be wound so tight around her finger, no feeble little rebellion they could try to spring upon her would ever be successful. Someday soon, she could be called Lorelei Beate Ackermann once more, and people would tremble at nothing more then the sound of those sounds strung together. Someday soon, she would achieve what her scum-for-a-father never could:
Utter domination.
But for now, she would settle with picking out the weeds that so threatened her flower garden of future dictatorship. One such weed was a strange, hairy man – particularly fond of pastries, apparently – who went by the name of Hiker Anthony. Under normal circumstances, she would never even give his existance a second thought, and if he had proven to be worth giving some more attention, she'd send out either Hataro or Felix to take care of the problem for her. However, seeing as Felix was busy with orders from the head honcho herself and Hataro seemed a bit... preoccupied with other matters, himself, the raven-haired menace decided it was time she stopped falling back on her partners and proved once again why she was to the one who would reign supreme. The hiker, himself, had been scaring away civilians and Besser members alike – being large, hairy, and overwhelming sometimes had the effect on people – and, despite the lack of a specific order to get him off the populace's back, she came to the conclusion that she'd have to take matters into her own hands to get this moron off her streets.
“I'm looking for a Mr. Anthony Rotini, a self-proclaimed “hiker” who's been bothering the locals,” Lorelei barked at the civilian she'd been briefly chatting to for the past few moments. “It's imperative I find him swiftly.” The man she was speaking to denied ever seeing or hearing anything about any sort of hiker around town, and something dark started to boil deep down. It took great effort to not unleash her anger and disappointment on the blameless young fellow. Hope was not all lost, however, seeing as he followed up by explaining that a friend of his had been forcibly given donuts by a tall, wide-set man just that morning. It was impossible to keep the smirk from taking over her expression. Perfect. The day was still relatively young, and if this mystery man had been encounter just that morning, there was no way he could have gotten too far out of town – if he ever left in the first place. “Many thanks,” she said, giving a slight bow, before starting down the street in pursuit of her target.
It proved to be much more difficult than she had initially anticipated.
This is no big man offering donuts that she can see, no human lugging around a backpack filled with supplies for camping and hiking. It was entirely possible that he simply wasn't in town, but if he was still there and she departed, she'd miss him. That would lead to a failed mission, something which she would try her darnedest to make sure didn't happen. Of course, if he was already gone, staying in town would lead to similar results. With a defeated sigh, embarrassment already creeping up her being, she fell back on her last idea: draw him out, instead.
“Good Arceus, I'm hungry! It's as though I haven't had so much as a crumb to eat for the past five days! I could surely go for a confectionery treat right about now! Perhaps a nice donut would satisfy this terrible hunger?”