| | Re: The 4th Reich
The twins sat, both ready, armour covering their bodies, helmets at their sides. Valence sat at attention, eyes focused on some unknown thing, arms crossed over his body. His swords strapped across his back, his guns at his side. Black hair that had once been almost as long as Valorrah's had been buzzed, and rapidly grown long enough to begin covering his eyes. Most people said it was more of a hassle than it was worth, but as far as he was concerned, it took more effort to keep it short. His twin Valorrah's hair was longer than anyone's, flowing down her back, past her hips, stopping just below her butt. It fell in gentle waves, reminding most of soft snow drifts. Normally it was down, unless she was training or going in to combat. Then it was braided in small braids, all of them pulled up and tied into a complex woven knot that kept it all securely out of her face and stopped her from overheating during battle. Her head was tipped back against the wall, eyes closed, face placid while her fingers worked along the length of her whip. It was a marvel of technology, appearing to be metal, but soft and pliable as worn leather--and it packed a serious little bite. When there was large scale combat, despite it being her favored weapon, she usually forsook it, finding it usually more practical to use a gun. But, of course, it didn't stop her from bringing it everywhere should the occasion to use it arise.
If you're going to steal my plot, at least give me credit.