Edrei the Rapacious
"Oh fuck off with all of this. Tell me how you all hiding somewhere drawing straws or whatever is any more legitimate. You and your besties named YOU as King. Come on Ronin." Edy replied, understandably skeptical. 2 vs. 10? In the end, it was all just enough people going "Yay, sure!" But consensus did not a good government make. That and you know, how Edy had come from a world that hadn't known democracy, so all this "pick me, pick me" shit seemed entirely juvenile and petty as it was.
The question of what would happen when Zariah returned was obviously a good one, and obviously one Edy didn't want to answer. So of course Ronin the motherfucking golden-dicked-sword would ask her. Snarling slightly, the not-teenager bit the inside of her lip, tapping her foot unhappily on the floor. "Listen. All I want is for this fucking ship to get sailing. Really, it was all Zariah wanted too, for better or worse. She just...you know. Did it the Zariah way. If things come back and they ain't broke..." Well. Edy shrugged.
The bit about Jigano made Edy's hackles stand all the way up, her lip curling into a snarl. "...he said yes, knowing that he was just going to hand the crown over to you?" Edy asked in a low voice that had the audible-version of fire on steel. Aka, did that bitch do this on purpose? Fire flicked in one of Edy's palms.
The question of what would happen when Zariah returned was obviously a good one, and obviously one Edy didn't want to answer. So of course Ronin the motherfucking golden-dicked-sword would ask her. Snarling slightly, the not-teenager bit the inside of her lip, tapping her foot unhappily on the floor. "Listen. All I want is for this fucking ship to get sailing. Really, it was all Zariah wanted too, for better or worse. She just...you know. Did it the Zariah way. If things come back and they ain't broke..." Well. Edy shrugged.
The bit about Jigano made Edy's hackles stand all the way up, her lip curling into a snarl. "...he said yes, knowing that he was just going to hand the crown over to you?" Edy asked in a low voice that had the audible-version of fire on steel. Aka, did that bitch do this on purpose? Fire flicked in one of Edy's palms.
