Shakaurduraug's Story

Shakaurduraug materialized within the bar in a series of purple "tron lines". It was a quick materialization however. The girl who now stood there wore what looked like a long black robe crossed with a hoodie, long sleeved. Her right hand was covered by a black glove, her left hand robotic in design, resembling the larger pincer of a crab. Her black boots were well-polished, and her skin white as printing paper. Black hair was wavy and flowed to just above her elbows.

In her eyes, one could see a black haze, the pupil itself foggy and a darker gray. She seemed tense overall as she stepped forwards to approach the bar, gazing warily at everyone here. Who would be receptive to the teachings she brought? She didn't know quite yet, and so was content to watch.

Shakaurduraug quickly glanced to Katherine and the Man Apprehending Her, standing to approach the two.

Excuse me. Did you say she's responsible for killing with intent, starting a fire, obtaining an item not hers, pretending to be someone for personal gain, and attacking someone who claims to be authority?

Shakaurduraug looked Katherine over.

She doesn't look like she's capable of any of those.

Shakaurduraug glanced idly at "James".

You know her too? Well, don't get too uptight.

She turned back to glance at the Man With the Gun.

And what will that gun do?

she asked then as she approached Katherine, completely disregarding the warnings being given by the man.

Shakaurduraug was dully impressed at the display, moving ever so slightly to stand inbetween Katherine and the Law Officer.

Impressive escape. However, shooting him is out of the question.

She seemed deathly serious.

Shakaurduraug quickly shot out her claw to try and grab James's collar between the two pincers.

Who said you could touch him? You already got away from him. Don't give him anymore excuses to try and get you guys.

Shakaurduraug shook her head.

You realize that regardless of your views towards him, he is of someone with authority. Attacking him for any reason remains grounds to get everyone to hunt you down. Don't make his previously assumed false charges against you a reality.

If you wish to harm him, further, you will fight me first. This strife should end, and that is my goal, and why I'll do what I need to do to end it and bring an eternal and peaceful silence to this world.

Shakaurduraug shrugged.

You do not bear the appearance of someone who would willing commit such atrocities. There is a difference between intention and necessity. If you were truly of intent and not necessity, then you'd have no hesitations about finding a way to remove me and kill this man, and we wouldn't be openly discussing this topic.

Shakaurduraug looked to James.

No.

Shakaurduraug stood her ground, the bullet that was now in front of her in the ground deteriorating in a purple and black pattern of some kind, one incomprehensible to the Human eye. So called "Tron Lines" surrounded the process, and when it was done, the bullet was gone entirely.

Shakaurduraug answered.

Refrain from doing what causes more strife and grief, and come to terms with accepting prior actions whether right or wrong, and accepting all the benefits or punishments of said actions without question. Then continue to act and live in a reverberating peace.

Shakaurduraug answered James with a cold stare, and silence.

Shakaurduraug took the bullet as it hit her, the portion of her body that was hit destabilizing amidst more "Tron Lines" and the purple and black pattern. When the process finished, it was as if she wasn't shot at all.

This world is hopeless. The eternal silence cannot be brought soon enough.

Shakaurduraug vanished much as she appeared, dematerializing in the midst of more "Tron Lines" and that incomprehensible purple and black pattern.

Shakaurduraug entered the bar in a quick "blink and you'll miss it" black flash of light, purple "Tron Lines" quickly retreating from her position. An unnatural machine-like noise crossed with a low hum and growl accompanied this process. She stood stoically in the spot she materialized in for the time being, silently observing everyone else.

Shakaurduraug stood eerily still, unmoving from her spot.

Shakaurduraug quietly observed, as if waiting for conflict to start. In truth, she was trying to make sure none of it occurred, for her goal was to eliminate it.

Shakaurduraug now vanished much as she came, in a flash of black light.

Shakaurduraug appeared right behind Tobias in a purple flash of light, with a mockery of "Tron Lines" crackling around her. She stood eerily still.

To most, she was tall and rather statuesque. Her pale skin contrasting well with her attire, black as it was. A claw of some kind was her left hand, the right covered by a glove.

But is it really "weird shit" as you so describe?

she asked, clearly having it directed at Tobias.

Shakaurduraug noticed him jump.

You are afraid of my presence? I do not mean to be too unnerving.

She briefly considered about her having interrupted the performance, but concluded that she did not. She seemed only slightly taller than Tobias, which was a clear giveaway as to her height.

Shakaurduraug noticed the rose and silently took it in her clawed hand. The claw was very much like a crab's pincer, and seemed to replace her entire hand.

Impressive. Your generosity will not go unrewarded.

She then turned to face Tobias again. She really was quite alluring despite her height. Her eyes and skin contrasting with her attire readily stated something was indeed different with her.

Not that "Muay Thai" can actually hurt me, I do want to know what makes you so afraid of me.

Shakaurduraug seemed unsure if she'd get an answer, and briefly gazed around the rest of the bar. She pocketed the rose she received however.

Shakaurduraug left the bar in the same type of flash as she arrived.

Shakaurduraug appeared in the bar within a mess of lines fluctuating in patterns straight out of tron as a dark purple flash of light flickered twice. A quick and calculating gaze hovered over everyone in the bar for a brief moment. The origin of the gaze traced to this woman, who was tall, pale in skin, and wore black to a complete cover.

Her left hand was in the fashion of a crab's claw, two pincers that could close together with incredible force, while her right hand was gloved. The claws snipped gingerly, but impatiently as she looked around.

Randin caught her eye, along with Kazen, but she took little note of Kurtis, Alyssa, and Parson. She also missed The Equalizer entirely.

Shakaurduraug immediately turned her head towards the sound of shattered glass, such an event interesting her more than a screaming man who looks like an old-classical hoplite.

Her stare intently focused on the spilled water, as if willing it to change into something else.

Shakaurduraug now focused on the boasting hoplite, and the detective without his hat. She slowly walked her way over with large strides thanks to her height. She was mere inches taller than even Randin, but it was noticeable.

Trouble us not, fellows. There are no fish to be gained from traversing this body of water into which you're shoving your boats.

she stated fixedly.

Shakaurduraug observed the encounter with great carefulness. She looked as if she'd intervene, and she wasn't exactly the least threatening in look here. She didn't move at all however.