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@shanana: @andrewpawley: @wavemotioncannon:
I updated this post with the second page I just finished.
I love this! It's so amazing
Ashley's caramel tinted eyes trace the magnificent palace overlooking the ocean. This was the final stop on a tour that was long overdue. Ashley, was the descendent of the Kingdom of Dahomey, the last known living link of the pre-colonial time. She'd spent the past days learning of her storied history, learning how to speak Fon, and being crowned a member of the legendary Ahosi, a fabled group of women that fought against the French.
That stop was personal, this was business. Her position on the world scale just shifted, she was no hero by far; but lately she was being pressed to make heroic decisions; if she was going to be this...hero; the mindset she adopted as a Cat Burglar or even a Mercenary wouldn't fit. No, What she needed was a complete mental overhaul, better conditioning--what she needed was direction.
Exiting her black on black Rolls Royce wraith, the Melenated beauty smoothed out the bottom of her multi-striped flare, before pushing toward the entrance to the fabled estate.
Kwazulu Alcazar, it's history as old as civilization itself; but in the modern day was well kemp, and sitting on one of the rarest metals known to man--Vibranium. It's care taker, the enigmatic, Ali Bashir. A diplomat amongst other things. She'd seen his picture plastered across a television screen once or twice, but hadn't actually gotten the chance to meet him.
As her slender frame cleared the pre-opened door, she moved in fixing her eyes on what was essentially a refurbished version of the old Moors Castle. Immaculately modern but it still maintained an archaic feel.
"Would you let Mr. Bashir know he has a guest"
Going to throw up a post now
@ali_sani_bashir: lol. You should know this is right up my alley
I wanna join with ashley!!!
Use your keyboard!
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