And now it's time for DAY 3!
Created by Inferna Firesword
Some people would tell you that the Ce-Matoran named Sirien is rude.
Sirien would helpfully inform you that those people are wrong.
Having worked as a weapons supplier during both the Destiny War and the Reformation War, Sirien has learned how to negotiate with everything from her fellow Matoran to beings as powerful as (and sometimes more powerful than) the Makuta. Highly intelligent and pragmatic, she demands respect from all who would converse with her, and expects them to hold themselves to her own lofty standards. She is calm and unfazed in all but the strangest of circumstances, and is both snarky and sarcastic to the extreme.
Unfortunately, since the Reformation, society has not had much use for weapons manufacturing - and with a personality hard to get along with, Sirien has struggled to find an occupation that can hold her attention. At the moment, she works as an employee of the Ko-Matoran Makua in both his personal bookstore chain 'Threadbare Books' and the New Atero Library. She has not had the job for long, but its tedious nature already has her itching for action... and an adventure with a Mad Great Being might be just what she needs.
FROM CHAPTER ONE:
Bronze poked the dark bronze and cobalt Matoran in the shoulder six times before she finally reacted, her eyes narrowing into a glare as her gaze shifted from the open book on the counter to him.
“Hello!” he said, smiling and holding out his hand. “I’m Bronze! Who’re you?”
She ignored his outstretched hand in favor of pointing at the name tag on her chest. “Do you know how to read?”
The Ce-Matoran slammed the book shut and stood to her feet, the stool she had been sitting on scraping the floor as it was pushed back. Without sparing him another glance she turned on her heel and stalked away. Bronze remained where he was for two seconds before rushing after her.
“Wait, come back! I need to ask you something! If I don’t Lady Araina will get mad! Well, you know, more mad then she is already, I guess. Great Beings are so moody sometimes, it’s just like-”
He was cut off before he could continue by a hand pressing against his mouth and shoving him headfirst into the nearest bookshelf. Bronze blinked and shook his head to clear it as the hand was removed and the Ce-Matoran stepped in front of him, poking him hard in the chest.
“Did you just say Great Being?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.
Bronze nodded, grinning. “Yep! She’s my boss! Sorta. She doesn’t say boss but it’s kinda like she is the boss because she tells me what to do and then I do whatever it is?”
“A Great Being,” the Ce-Matoran repeated, bemused. “In New Atero?”
Bronze nodded again, trying and failing to remove the Ce-Matoran’s finger from where it was now stabbing into his chest. “Ow. Yes. She brought me here. We’re looking for some Matoran. I think she went to find the mayor? Yeah, something like that. I wanted to go but she said I had to get us some librarian named ‘Sirien’, whoever that is, and then I got lost for awhile because I didn’t know what a library was but some nice fellow pointed me over here and now I’m here and do you know where this ‘Sirien’ is?”
A look of disbelief was his only response before the other Matoran drily replied, “I’m Sirien.”
He blinked. “Oh.”
Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the Mask Maker - as well as another preview for OBLIVION!