[ OOC: I'm so sorry, Darth ... Tempes, WTFever you are. Lol. I couldn't resist. ^_^ ]
"Qharvism? Farzizzum ... Farnisums ... CHURCH CHAIR AND TABLE VARNISH!! FUCK NO!!!"
Nyx let a hand rip clear across her left cheek, the sound echoing out far and wide for many abroad to hear. A brilliantly shaded red mark appeared on the creamy pale skin of her face, increasing in intensity every second. The searing, stinging pain didn't help any, but it was enough to get her to shut up long enough to catch the pattering of dozens of feet below the forest canopy. A ringing sound occupied her ears and hindered the obscure femme fatale from getting an accurate body mass count from sound alone. Quite painfully, a sigh crept from her lips.
With a gloved hand wrapped around the bulk of the branch her form was situated upon, the entity shifted herself forward and dropped down to the branch below, hand tumbling to her backside and pressing a sheath tight against her spine. The canopy wasn’t entirely that far up from the ground yet far enough that it wasn’t difficult to make loud descents to lower ground. Both arms locked at her sides as she stood upon the branch, knees bent, and stepped directly forward and took a staggering plummet for the harsh, unforgiving ground below. Sharp twigs and leaves took snags and jabs at her face and body, drawing blood and making small tears in the leather that covered her body. Nothing that was fixable later on.
The sounds of work and movement sparked her attention.
That left hand of hers latched out for a branch and jolted her body to a stop, springing it back up from its descent and closer to the branch. Wrapping herself around it, stomach lain over the hard wood limb, Nyx balanced herself out there about nine feet above the ground and not far from what seemed to be a little tykes’ building project.
The female snickered from her position, taking in an eye count of the “men� that where there and the general idea of what was going on. Nothing seemed to grab her full interest, or pose much of a challenge from the sight of it all. A gloved finger came up to rub gentle the base of her chin, her mind plunging back into the thoughts it had endured before her ... self-inflicted pain venture.
“Vermillion ... Far-million?�
Her deep-tinged crimson hued eyes watched over the men aimlessly through blocking strands of silver stained black hair. Every strand had been soaked with water, to prevent the top silver from shining and shimmering like a knight’s piece of armor. These men ... They were a part of whatever it was the amnesia-suffering warrior had been trying to figure out. No, they weren’t in her lost memories. Well, at least the extremely old and forgotten ones. More or less the recent ones that entered into short-term memory and had been forgotten at a crucially painstaking time.
“VERSAICHE!�
Slamming her fist on the base of the branch, it splintered and cracked. Her weight acted on the damaged limb and urged it to snap completely off. Before her balance was regain to prevent hitting the ground, Nyx’s body dropped down the last nine feet, taking every branch that was beneath right along with her. A loud “thud� accompanied her fall, face down on the ground with a large red blotch on her left cheek that was slowly starting to fade.
Another slam of her fist was given, this time on the ground, and she propped her head up slightly with her other arm raised.
“VHARZYYM!�
