Austar Union
13-01-2005, 11:23
Biting her lip, Amanda of the Sixth Kingdom grasped the seats with knuckles of white; even those who had died suffered the terrible fear of flight. Of course, it would be natural to any without wings, and one who had once been totally human never, would never have wings. Deadly as she was, she was hardly a gargoyle, a bat, or any creature of flight. In fact, she was rather a being without life, although she had once been granted such a gift. Taken away in a visious and terrible deed, she had become one of them, one of those who stole her very soul. And like the others, she had been born into a new family, and had been drunk from the cup of eternity.
Nevertheless, no matter how immortal she really was, fears left in history were lest forgotten, and she was indeed still afraid of an occuring crash. For several minutes it glided until finally her stomach was left to rest. Now soaring high above the land below them, she was left to her own. Activating the SensoEnhancements, Amanda would for a short time enjoy the slow music of suicide, perhaps sad by terms of life, and yet a victory in her own. Many had committed themselves to the awful fate by the strings of his guitar, but the beat of his drums. Bands such as these yet, were rather popular, considering the very lifestyle people held before the official shift of eternity for this nation.
And as she rested slumped into her chair, Amanda never once considered her destination, of which she would be landing in just a few hours. Scandinavian States was a nation she had heard of to some degree, not one she was a graduated student in its subjects, yet enough for the diplomat she was. Soon, meeting with a Scandinavian official would be her destiny, and just beneath her seat lay the documents, ready and prepared for the meeting of which she was attending.
OOC: Hey, sorry for no planning with you first Scandinavian, but I just had this idea as I was washing the dishes. I am somewhat eager for my plans, so for now just understand this is some kind of diplomatic meeting. Amanda is one of the leading diplomats of my nation, I would expect you to choose someone just as similar. :)
Nevertheless, no matter how immortal she really was, fears left in history were lest forgotten, and she was indeed still afraid of an occuring crash. For several minutes it glided until finally her stomach was left to rest. Now soaring high above the land below them, she was left to her own. Activating the SensoEnhancements, Amanda would for a short time enjoy the slow music of suicide, perhaps sad by terms of life, and yet a victory in her own. Many had committed themselves to the awful fate by the strings of his guitar, but the beat of his drums. Bands such as these yet, were rather popular, considering the very lifestyle people held before the official shift of eternity for this nation.
And as she rested slumped into her chair, Amanda never once considered her destination, of which she would be landing in just a few hours. Scandinavian States was a nation she had heard of to some degree, not one she was a graduated student in its subjects, yet enough for the diplomat she was. Soon, meeting with a Scandinavian official would be her destiny, and just beneath her seat lay the documents, ready and prepared for the meeting of which she was attending.
OOC: Hey, sorry for no planning with you first Scandinavian, but I just had this idea as I was washing the dishes. I am somewhat eager for my plans, so for now just understand this is some kind of diplomatic meeting. Amanda is one of the leading diplomats of my nation, I would expect you to choose someone just as similar. :)