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| Lira watched as the man disappeared into the rain. Married? To him? The
idea was absolutely absurd. And the fool woman who suggested
it....There was truly no room in her heart for another.
Something
clattered onto the floor. She glanced down to see her two metal fans
and the strange man's card there. But her head felt too light to have
just lost her fans. Reaching up, she felt a mass that reminded her
peculiarly of hair. It dropped to the floor, where she stared at it,
frozen in place. The edges of his calling card had been sharp enough to
cut her hair in messy layers.
The bastard was as good as dead.
Forgetting about her earlier exhaustion, she drew her swords and raced out after the soon-to-be-dead man. | | |
| Rylan and Joy were bored.
They made a blog.
It is here. | | |
| Married? What the hell are you talking about Rae?
Kit looked nervously at the long pointy blade and back down at his arm. Was that thing really in my arm? He looked down at his bandaged arm and shuddered. It seems a lot longer than when I looked at it last…please, please let that be blood loss talking.
He glanced again at Rae and began to feel the familiar chill creeping up his legs, signaling the onset of invisibility. He shuffled his coat to cover his legs, and began to inch toward the door.
“Uh, Rae? I think it’s about that time, when I get all drunk and what not at…home. Or something to that effect. Oh, you know what?” He glanced toward the angry elf. “I think I hear my girlfriend calling me. Sorry, I don’t think we can get married, but I’m sure you’ll find a nice guy. Or cat, depending on where you look in this town.” He cast another sideways glance toward Olivia.
Damn. Where the hell is my sword? He reached into his cloak and clutched at a wooden handle. Oh. Yeah. This is helpful. He ruffled through his cloak again, dropping the wooden sword back into the cloak’s abyss. Suddenly, he felt the touch of familiar cold steel on his fingers as he clutched the hilt.
Kit’s right hand darted out toward the elf, flicking something into the woman’s loosened bun of silvery hair. “My card. Sorry if that seemed a bit dramatic, but hey, that’s my profession, neh?” Note to self: commit hara-kiri over bad slang. Then defile grave for bad timing. Still holding the beneath his cloak, he tossed a purse of coins at Rae and turned to the door.
“That should cover this month’s rent, the damage to the wall, and my tab for the week. The rest is to cover them,” he nodded to Olivia and pointed toward where the sweating help had vanished, “and her, if she doesn’t level the place.” He nodded toward Spock. “Oh, and buy yourself a drink Rae, after all,” he grinned at Rae and made a dancing gesture with his right hand, “How do you document real life?”
He walked out into the street, meeting the oncoming rain head on. | | |
| "Yeah, you see, killing for vengeance is bad. And messy. As higher lifeforms, we find wholly unlivable ways to torture someone without killing them. This we call regular 9 to 5 day jobs," Rae said, pulling Kit to the side.
Damn that blade is long, Rae thought, and pointy.
"But look, you must be tired. I mean, obviously, you fainted. So I'll feed you in exchange for his life. He's really not all that bad when you get to know him. Who knows? You may get married one day." | | |
| "Dammit Kit, what happened to you?" The petite woman who was apparently the owner of the place was busy berating the idiot who was bleeding all over the floor. It was certainly not Lira's fault that he had insulted her, nor was it her problem that he was not fast enough to dodge her knife.
She rose unsteadily, grasping at the nearest booth to pull her up. She really did need to find somewhere to eat, before she disgraced herself even further. But first, there was business to take care of.
"Maam," she murmured, picking up the knife the idiot had dropped earlier. "I would appreciate it if you would move out of the way." She paused for a moment, thinking back to the customs of this region.
She cocked her head slightly, raising her brow in a quizzical manner. "Or is it against your laws to kill for vengeance?" | | |
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