[Sometimes, when you try holding up the impression of something for too long, you eventually start adopting traits of it into your genuine actions.
The fact that she was always so full of gratitude all the time didn't help, either. Diao Chan is a maid, but she was also the adopted daughter of a father who cared for her. And he raised her on stories, of exemplary people, men and women. Of acts filled with bravery, of earth-shattering displays of loyalty and of heart-wrenching acts of generosity. These stories become the guiding light for so, so many-- the wise and the kind, the protective and the enlightened. Their names are recorded in history which such glory, people really do dream of joining them in being remembered for values.
That isn't Diao Chan's goal. But they've certainly affected her, because she must repel the monsters, she must save the people who offered her a place to stay. That's just how it works, and--
She doesn't completely forget about Zhang Liao. But probably not in the way he would like-- she looks around closely, making sure there isn't any monsters which can ambush him, but doesn't stop to wait.
When she finally slips in, it's right under the nose of a monster, and right into the face of another. Her chain whip goes to work immediately, and she spins on her toes with a kind of ferocity that wouldn't be good in a dance but would be good in combat. The monster right outside the teahouse is thrown to the floor, and the other is slammed into the wall. She's got to use her emotions to her advantage-- focus on the anger, focus, focus, put it into your weapon-!
A scream from the other side of the room throws her off, and the anger switches into worry before it switches into pain.
The monster she put against the wall swiftly returns the favor, its humanoid shape giving it the ability to flick an arm and toss her aside. Its ugly pig face almost seems to laugh (just her imagination?) as her shoulder knocks against concrete hard, and her head starts buzzing from the impact. She's stepped on broken glass, and now, the blood on her legs isn't just from monsters.
...Get back up, she's getting back up, but the one outside is coming back too...]
no subject
The fact that she was always so full of gratitude all the time didn't help, either. Diao Chan is a maid, but she was also the adopted daughter of a father who cared for her. And he raised her on stories, of exemplary people, men and women. Of acts filled with bravery, of earth-shattering displays of loyalty and of heart-wrenching acts of generosity. These stories become the guiding light for so, so many-- the wise and the kind, the protective and the enlightened. Their names are recorded in history which such glory, people really do dream of joining them in being remembered for values.
That isn't Diao Chan's goal. But they've certainly affected her, because she must repel the monsters, she must save the people who offered her a place to stay. That's just how it works, and--
She doesn't completely forget about Zhang Liao. But probably not in the way he would like-- she looks around closely, making sure there isn't any monsters which can ambush him, but doesn't stop to wait.
When she finally slips in, it's right under the nose of a monster, and right into the face of another. Her chain whip goes to work immediately, and she spins on her toes with a kind of ferocity that wouldn't be good in a dance but would be good in combat. The monster right outside the teahouse is thrown to the floor, and the other is slammed into the wall. She's got to use her emotions to her advantage-- focus on the anger, focus, focus, put it into your weapon-!
A scream from the other side of the room throws her off, and the anger switches into worry before it switches into pain.
The monster she put against the wall swiftly returns the favor, its humanoid shape giving it the ability to flick an arm and toss her aside. Its ugly pig face almost seems to laugh (just her imagination?) as her shoulder knocks against concrete hard, and her head starts buzzing from the impact. She's stepped on broken glass, and now, the blood on her legs isn't just from monsters.
...Get back up, she's getting back up, but the one outside is coming back too...]