Empire of Daqin,
Pínqióng (貧窮) System
Tiāntáng (天堂), High Orbit
Heavy Transport 172673-262688
Hoshiko was not the mother-empress.
"Listen up you Zhūtóu (豬頭)!" the short tiger-princess leaped onto the Jiǔjiā (豬頭) table. All around her, men were quickly throwing out kicks and punches in a grand display of martial arts, while women fled and cowered in fear. "It's time we planned our upcoming mission - "
"Hand over the Sword of Destiny!" a brigand interrupted her, brandishing a knife. She glared down at the filthy peasant of mythical China and simply jabbed her finger at the man. He instantly started screaming as he blackened, derezzing with prejudice from their virtuality. The other NPCs all stopped to look on in shock at the incomprehensible horror that Hoshiko had visited. Just as quickly, another brigand picked up a teapot and made to smash it over her, only for him to blacken and fragment. Screams of absolute terror spread through the asian tavern, and with a clap, they all vanished.
"Playtime is over. I've put planning our op off long enough," the princess began, now leaping down from the table. Hoshiko was not the mother-empress, who's black-mood hid in the shallows of her smile to suddenly surface like a shark. "So there's caravans heading to one city, and we're sure it's all the major players in Aos'Si politics coming to gather. What do you all think we should do? I want to hear your opinions," she half grumbled, focusing more on arranging the appetizers into a crude map of the area.
Unlike her mother-empress, she seethed and bubbled like an angry pot that would scorch anyone who reached out without caution.
Pínqióng (貧窮) System
Tiāntáng (天堂), High Orbit
Heavy Transport 172673-262688
Hoshiko was not the mother-empress.
"Listen up you Zhūtóu (豬頭)!" the short tiger-princess leaped onto the Jiǔjiā (豬頭) table. All around her, men were quickly throwing out kicks and punches in a grand display of martial arts, while women fled and cowered in fear. "It's time we planned our upcoming mission - "
"Hand over the Sword of Destiny!" a brigand interrupted her, brandishing a knife. She glared down at the filthy peasant of mythical China and simply jabbed her finger at the man. He instantly started screaming as he blackened, derezzing with prejudice from their virtuality. The other NPCs all stopped to look on in shock at the incomprehensible horror that Hoshiko had visited. Just as quickly, another brigand picked up a teapot and made to smash it over her, only for him to blacken and fragment. Screams of absolute terror spread through the asian tavern, and with a clap, they all vanished.
"Playtime is over. I've put planning our op off long enough," the princess began, now leaping down from the table. Hoshiko was not the mother-empress, who's black-mood hid in the shallows of her smile to suddenly surface like a shark. "So there's caravans heading to one city, and we're sure it's all the major players in Aos'Si politics coming to gather. What do you all think we should do? I want to hear your opinions," she half grumbled, focusing more on arranging the appetizers into a crude map of the area.
Unlike her mother-empress, she seethed and bubbled like an angry pot that would scorch anyone who reached out without caution.