Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2022 14:49:25 GMT -5
Mortals, they had such a bothersome habit of convoluting and mucking up the most elementary of things in feckless ignorance. Another needless complication to a task most relatively simple – though nothing was ever so straight forward in this realm. Rain pelted the leather of the watcher’s hood in relentless curtains. Silently, she observed from the darkness the rummage of the rabble about Radditsu. Maybe she was out there somewhere - That girl, the one with the red bow in her hair, the tail with the red fur; she was a new piece in the game to figure out a way around. Or through. Knew too much, but it was the intrigue which made her so highly valuable. Multiple parties wanted this one alive – but as ever, she was two steps ahead of those glorified bounty hunters.
One hardly needed to breathe to pollute the very air with its filth, it was a wonder why the foolish Kais favored them so. Indeed, they were fascinating, but the watcher failed to see much purpose in a living contradiction. Were they stewards of their respective stars, perhaps she could fathom some sense to their lives. Though even the worlds they were gifted to protect, are inevitably brought to ruin in the light of avarice. She watched the saiyans scurry about through the rain; she watched as time ate them alive. Ruby eyes wandered to the skyline, to the domineering territory this species had laid claim over. They pulled this planet apart in the name of progress and blind ambition, and may very well devour it until there was nothing left; A generation born to witness the end of the world.
Drip...
The healing wounds along the side of her arm and face would continue to emit a charcoal ooze, occasionally dropping into a pool of dirty water in this drain she'd found to seclude herself in. She waited patiently, and would do so until she had the proper strength to go hunt for more. Wraps would serve their purpose, give this mortal flesh succor until it could serve her again. The memories she'd collected from the subject’s blood was waiting to be tapped into, if only she could muster the vitality. Her good arm unbent and stretched out towards a mangled corpse that was sat hunched beside her leaning against the weathered pipe. She tugged it to her lap and pressed her hand to the flat part of its skull, rotating it in silence until it dislodged with a pop! The girl would lazily observe her prize, before tossing it out into the rain in nonchalance.
The floods had slowed her down and made her impatient but she had still pressed onward. Half the target’s security team lay in ruins on the far side of the district, decorated all over an alley someone was sure to stumble on before nightfall. The contact and his elites were near, she could smell their blood on the air, its aroma almost pulsating through her senses. Soon, she'd have what they knew, and then that little red-tailed bitch wouldn't be able to do a single thing about the terror she'd brought onto herself. With teeth slightly parted, the skull began to sink into the mud below - vanishing with a finalizing gurgle beneath murky waters.
The girl’s neck rolled, popping in a few places as the skin along her cheek and jaw solidified back to a pale, soft texture; her arm shortly following suit. With an annoyed shove, the corpse left her lap and she stood from the small puddle to leave the gutter behind. There was no one in the street to stop her - vacant of any living soul, that didn't wish to get caught in the storm that whipped through her hair, against her cape; the wind had drenched her from head to toe, yet on she marched - unfazed. Closer... closer... closer... There was no hesitation. The door almost broke open from the force, and a second of quiet confusion passed for those inside. Quite a crowd: a lot of enlisted saiyans loyal to the king, a plethora of aliens also with the military or traders, and vagrants from off-world. There were traces of fear among some, disinterest in those which kept to themselves, but mostly an atmosphere of drunken comradery that permeated the favored hole in the wall of a pub.
No immediate sign of her prey. Damn.
A small scowl of disapproval lifted a corner of her mouth, before she silently made her way to the bar. Her ruby eyes scanned for any signs of the target amid the now-fraternizing patrons within. One soldier was shoved out of the way as a large brute took to following the girl in, crashing a chair or two as he collapsed to the ground, from the force that had been calmly exuded against him. Several pairs of eyes in the makeshift shelter of a bar became glued to her in horror and silent panic. Every held breath kept still – watching on as the brute eyed her up and down like she was a prize to be won. Laurel had taken to waving the bartender down – a single finger raised with two words and a passive disinterest.
”Cream sherry.”
A hearty laugh from the brute who threw his head back at the ridiculous order.
”What a choice! Tell me girl – why is something so fine like yourself, wandering out in the rain?! You look rather cold - maybe you’ll let me warm you up?”
A laugh to the entourage which slowly gathered to join him at the bar. A rather skinny konatsian was pushed out of the way by one of the tailed-soldiers; a crowd building around the girl who was being eyed with such thirst in devilish smirks and snide laughs. The leader wasn’t funny by any means, but he was quite possibly the very filth she had wandered into this hideaway after. Then again, it very well could have been the local barfly. The girl did her best to ignore the advances, and even the uncouth company which he kept. She waited for her drink, doing her best not to draw much of the attention that seemed to be encircling upon them. He leaned onto the bar to force himself into her periphery, waggling his eyebrows as he eyed her chest with a lick of his lips.
”What do you say? Shall we discuss it over some wine?”
Even with his neck extending towards her, his face close enough to feel the small releases of breath from his nose between statements, she remained steadfast and still. This was not a response she'd encountered yet in her ventures across this horrid land. His confidence was annoying, but the intrigue is what kept her sword at bay, simply for the chance to hear where he'd go next with his words. Maybe he’d let slip his reason for being here, possibly a clue to the whereabout of Brutus and his thieving scum. The finger which ran up her bandaged arm made her grimace with minor distaste, and yet - she kept her hand where it was until he'd finished his dramatic display.
Ruby eyes focused coldly on the saiyan, her eyes a laser focus as she spoke. They seemed to bore through him with an almost supernatural precision. ”Fuck off.” The woman spoke slowly and with such deadly intensity that her tone itself might have eviscerated him. The entourage gave a slow whistle, some even going so far as to chuckle at their friend’s sore rejection, while realization slowly crept its way into the fore of the brute’s mind.PL: 8,000 |Antisense: OFF
TWC: 1,271