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| 裁 kanna | Nov 14 2017, 09:08 AM Post #11 |
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As the man formally known as Windle turned to gawk at them with an agape mouth, Kanna initially thought to shove the white paper bag down his neck - in fact, she desired to straddle his beguiled form with a tightened grasp of her thighs, cut open the corners of his mouth so his sanguine could quench the thirst of the very ground he trampled upon, and with a gracious amount of psychosis, impale his oral cavity with the harshness of thin paper crumpled into a ball down into his throat that would stretch open due to her fist widening the opening that wasn't meant to be so enlarged. If all went well, he would surely suffocate before her; the life stolen from his eyes by the Reaper as she watched in a glorious attempt to sully his less than dignified position. Kanna had no caring for servants, or those she believed beneath her, and this Windle was most certainly no exception though he belonged to yet another and thus, she was unable to fulfill her sick fantasies. When he finally graced them with words, the Ashur listened with hardly any interest while he apologized but her attention was grabbed when he not-so-subtly insulted her companion, Beryl. If only she could utilize this paper bag, if only she wouldn't get in trouble, if only she truly cared about the two accompanying her; nonetheless, she arched a finely shaped brow towards Beryl in response to her adorable quip back at him. Somehow, Kanna was attracted to the girl's captivating charisma and for a second or two, she was positively hypnotized by her. That is, until the guard was unknowingly knocked from his sleeping position and brought about by a scolding from Windle which only further irritated the Lady enough to make a silent promise: There will be death, my sweet Windle, and you, my delicious morsel, shall be the first victim. A giggle was brought about as Kanna glanced over at Caelestis and as so, she covered her mouth much like a lady would do - old habits were hard to kill. They went off to follow the waddling of Windle but much to Kanna's surprise, the lawn was of meticulous order and as her own botanical specialist (as he liked to be called rather than a simple gardener) proposed, a real passion was evident by one's appearance. To put it plainly, the Lady of her house was to appear a certain way, act in proper manners, associate with the same class, and most importantly, be known as the Lady of her house. A botanical specialist, or gardener, was to do the same; appear passionate of his work, act as if nothing else in the world mattered, associate with those that understood his passion, and most importantly, be known as the best of the best for his keeper. Whomever groomed these lawns had shown their prowess in terms of botanical knowledge and Kanna was sure to note this as the twisted flora sculptures were most intriguing and mystifying beyond anything she'd seen before. At first glance, when Windle shortly introduced his master as 'there he is' rather than a more regal notoriety that she, herself, would have slain her own servants over by giving such a disgraceful attitude, she mused over his stature for a moment or two until he spoke up and asked what they would like as far as refreshments go. Unfortunately, the retort ol' portly fellow Windle recited was enough to break Kanna's calmness. "If you would be gracious enough, I myself would like nothing more than to sew your servant's mouth shut with a dull needle and wool. However, a cup of Jade Dew tea would suffice," she said with elegance and refinement as the sugar high began to wear off. Without hesitating much, she went back into the white paper bag and retracted another pink macaroon to stave off her craving for a more sinister desire, munching on it without saying anything further. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Nov 17 2017, 09:49 PM Post #12 |
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The look on Windle's face when Beatrix reprimanded him... well, Caelie couldn't have asked for more. She watched him as he opened and shut his mouth like a fish out of water, and although she spoke not a word, she couldn't have been more content. What was even more interesting was that he apologized profoundly, although Caelie couldn't tell whether his theatrics served to water down the sincerity of his verbal redress. Eventually, she just had to accept that his vaudeville-esque antics were a part of his nature, and could scarcely be separated from his persona. The indolent guard, however, was another matter, and that one brought Caelestis a lot more satisfaction than she had obtained from Windle's apology. Her Sky Blast had really ruffled up his feathers, and his search would have proved futile if it was not abruptly truncated by an irate Windle, who transferred his aggression onto him. In a moment, the guard was truly on duty, an icon of diligence and steadfastness to work. Caelie returned Beatrix's giggle with a lopsided grin of her own. While she was not sure if Beatrix was in on the cause of the guard's 'overthrow', it was obvious that the turn of events had been adequate to pass as a win in their favor. Of course, civility was the order of the day, as far as Windle was concerned. Walking at the rear of the party, Caelie used the time spent traveling to finish her macaroon, as she silently admired the well manicured lawns and hedges... until they rounded the bend and saw the main mansion. It wasn't the mansion that stopped her appreciation short, however, but the strange creatures with the garish positions of their necks. A macabre thought passed through her mind of how at home these herbivorous hedge sculptures would be in a horror flick; not made of twigs and leaves, but of sinews, muscles, fur... and wings. Less appalling than the sculptures was the man tending to them, whom Windle identified as 'the master'. This master, Mardo, as it turned out to be, was more welcoming and polite than his butler, though he did have an eccentric air about him. As if to qualify his eccentricity, he used some really strange words, words which Caelie, who prided herself in being a multi-linguist, had probably never heard before. Still, what mattered was his congeniality. "Well, thank you, Mr. Mardo. I guess plain old lemonade will do. Preferably magnanimous with sweetness, if you wouldn't mind," she replied to his invitation, the appreciation clear in her voice. |
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| 司 Grond | Nov 21 2017, 10:23 PM Post #13 |
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Windle actually stepped behind the towering form of his employer, when he heard the Ashur heiress' desire, and though she settled for Jade Dew tea, he still seemed unwilling to step out from his place of refuge, or perhaps he was waiting for the other two girls to place their orders. Caelie asked for very sweetened lemonade, and Beryl just realized she had no immediate idea of what to ask for. Plain water, perhaps? But that would be too... bland. A suitable candidate popped up in the Seveni's mind, causing her to unconsciously nod. "A banana milkshake will be just fine for me, thank you very much," Beryl stated. For a moment, there was no motion in response to the girls' requests, then Mardo turned to look at Windle, who was still hiding behind him. "Well?" asked the Poinsettia land owner asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ah yes, ahem--" the butler stuttered uncertainly, before scurrying off at surprising speed for his size and body dimensions. "You really must forgive my varimetric steward," Mardo said to the girls, as he placed his gardening tools on a bench and gestured towards an ornately designed table, around which were four elegant-looking chairs. "He can be quite infuriating, but he does have his moments of usefulness, which, fortunately, aren't few and far between. Now, please, take your seats. We shall discuss business over the drinks." As he pulled off the gloves on his hands, Windle returned with a wide tray, on which sat all the orders of the mage team, as well as a jar of sugar and a little teaspoon, and a large glass flask with an unknown magenta liquid in it, and about two tumblers. The tray was balanced with impressive skill on the palm of his left hand, as the butler half-walked, half-ran towards the group. He placed the tray on the table, just as Beryl was seating herself, and frowned at his master. "You should wash your hands, sir," the butler intoned with an air of disapproval. "Yes," the imposing Mardo said offhandedly, as he picked one of the tumblers and poured himself a tumbler-full of the strange, magenta spirit. "And you should stop drinking that... thing. It will shorten your lifespan." "Yes." Another disinterested reply. Discovering he wasn't being listened to, the rotund man made himself scarce behind one of the well-trimmed hedges, as Mardo gulped the contents of his tumbler. Immediately, his face expressed about half a dozen various levels of sourness in just a second, before he turned to the girls and smiled, a gesture that, though affected negatively by the drink he'd just taken, was by no means hostile. "Now, to what liguocranic event to I have the pleasure of hosting you ladies?" |
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| 裁 kanna | Nov 22 2017, 02:17 PM Post #14 |
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A banana milkshake? A saccharine lemonade? Such strange requests... The Ashur thought inwards unto herself as she continued to keep a keen, ever-watchful eye on Windle, even as he scurried off like a little mouse, terrified of being eaten by a predatory feline. Her attention slowly returned to the master of the estate when he referred to Windle as a varimetric steward to which her rumination fell solely on the idealization of algorithms that were hardly able to be compared with Windle or anything associated with him. Then again, servants were often surprising - case in point, Kanna's personal favorites; Max and Mary. She reflected on a few past events where both had been influenced by bad behavior as the trio blindly followed Mardo to an acceptable table and chairs. Everyone sat in roundabout manner and Kanna perched herself with a perfectly straightened position, ankles crossed, and hands politely overlapped upon the material of her dress's skirt with the white paper bag clutched by two fingers, hanging by the side. With Windle's arrival of their refreshments, the Lady stared down into the cup of freshly brewed Jade Dew tea as it was set before her, inhaling the captivating aroma of bright flavors, then looked towards the glowing magenta liquid that Mardo was more interesting in partaking of. Windle's vexatious attitude was most certainly becoming tiresome but as he didn't belong to her, she wasn't able to dismiss him; unfortunate for her. However, despite Kanna's irritation with service, the riveting liquid reminded her of Ruslan and the medicinal mental antidote he consumed during moments of psychological weakness which if she were to assume he was similar, such was the reason here with Mardo and the jaundiced drink. Perhaps Mardo was crazy, perhaps he just preferred odd drinks, or perhaps, Kanna just didn't care enough to ponder the initial thought any further. "Now, to what liguocranic event to I have the pleasure of hosting you ladies?" Kanna blinked, repetitively. Had the three of been left to their own devices, she most certainly would have idly gossiped of Mardo's fragile psyche but alas, they were all here together with hardly any privacy. Even Windle had been captured in Kanna's peripheral as she was determined to keep him within her mindset - hunting was a preferred method when it came to disemboweling and eating. Though it wasn't scheduled today, the Lady's feeding wasn't but two days away and she could make an exception for an unexpected dining experience as her hunger was gradually increasing by each passing moment. "Allow my enigmatic associates to explain," she stated in a rather hushed tone, mindfully opening the white bag to retrieve the last of her macaroons. A softened frown appeared over her painted lips as she finished off the last pink delicacy, finding herself to be in a poor situation that she wished she'd never been in. It would only take a few minutes for the sugar to expel from her system and as much as she wanted to be accepted by both Caelestis and Beryl, she was nearly a full one-hundred percent certain they wouldn't like her afterwards. And for whatever reason, that managed to bother Kanna enough to make her hold her words from hereon out, tongue-to-cheek. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Nov 27 2017, 09:10 PM Post #15 |
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Another odd term that Caelie had never heard of: "varimetric". She could only assume, being used in context, that... wait, she actually had no idea whether it was meant to be a mildly disapproving term or a vice tainted compliment. While she was desirous to ask Mardo what the strange words meant, she was not very accustomed to him, and thus deemed the action inappropriate. For the time being, she would have to be satisfied with guessing the meanings of these words, with the hopes that Mardo would stick to adjectives only. Caelie positioned herself opposite the man of the house, and waited for Mardo to help himself to his drink, before she took her glass of lemonade. She took a tiny sip, noting that the lemonade was without any form of sweetening. However, ample sugar had been provided alongside the rest of the drinks, giving Caelie the option of adding to her taste. Windle did know a thing or two about etiquette and such stuff, but then, he was a butler. He was trained for such stuff. As the snow-haired mage added a few spoons of sugar to her lemonade, she watched Mardo's face with hushed amusement. Obviously, his drink had a disagreeable taste, so why did he go through with it. It was no medicine, because Windle had noted that it would "shorten his lifespan". Most drugs were supposed to do quite the opposite. The recovering Mardo then asked politely what the girls were doing here, to which Beatrix directed the answer to her "enigmatic associates". Enigmatic was an interesting word; certainly not one of the qualities Caelie would use to describe herself, but sometimes it was not altogether inaccurate. "We heard you have a 'ghost' problem," she said simply, not really being one for many or colorful words. She took a mouthful of cold refreshing lemonade immediately afterwards, and savored the sweet and sour taste as it flowed into her system. Then, she added, "We've come to help out with that." |
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| 司 Grond | Nov 28 2017, 01:00 AM Post #16 |
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The Seveni girl was actually glad she had ordered a milkshake when she tasted her order. Yes, it was a milkshake, and she had tasted milkshakes before, but there was something specially nice about this one in particular. Yet she resisted the urge to attack the drink with vigorous ferocity, which she probably would have done if she was in the comfort of a vendor or the like, whose wares could be purchased for money. In a place like this, after being upbraided by the irascible Windle, she had to be careful not to appear in the slightest to lend credence to his aspersions. Beryl resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow in query when Beatrix referred to her and Caelie as enigmatic. While not at all offended by the adjective, it simply made her wonder why such a term was used. True, the Ashur heiress didn't know much about Beryl and her colleague, but the same could be said about her, and in Beryl's opinion, that was simply because they had not spent enough time socializing. That, in any case, was not quite paramount on Beryl's list of interests, and it wasn't like after the mission she would seek to know more about Beatrix, though she wasn't cold enough to reject an invitation to do such if the opportunity was offered her. Caelie went straight to the point, mentioning the reason for their presence, which brought a look of confusion to Mardo's face. He turned to look at Windle. "Ghost?" he asked, evidently ignorant of the details of the mission. "If you can recall, sir," the butler replied with a face as blank as unused printing paper, "we did come across a rather... unique problem during our examination of the property of interest on Frostbloom Lane." "Indeed we did!" the Poinsettia noble exclaimed loudly in excitement, his large fist descending on the table with an explosive thump. Then he sobered up a bit as his gaze shifted from his butler to his guests. "Is anyone of you a priestess then?" came the expectant question. "I believe such a bluctogenic matter requires some serious exorcism." Windle held up a hand in a stately fashion as he shook his head. "The requisition of a cleric would hardly be necessary, sir. I don't believe it is a supernatural matter," he intoned. "I don't believe I asked for your input," Mardo responded, in a comical nasal tone as he tried to imitate his butler's intonations. The rotund man opened his mouth and shut it, then repeated the gesture before remaining at peace. Beryl wondered what exactly to say in response to the man's question. She was quite certain she didn't come close to anything divine. Beryl knew Caelie was a huntress of some sort, dealing with unnatural matters, but that was hardly clergy work... or maybe it was in some places. Beatrix, she knew next to nothing of, including the fact that that wasn't even the girl's real name. Fortunately, it wasn't long before something did come to mind; it would not be a lie if spoken, and yet it would hopefully yield a positive response. "I am a geomancer," the Seveni girl stated, her voice solemn with an almost majestic tone. "Will that be sufficient?" Both men exchanged glances, the larger one looking impressed, the smaller one uncertain with a hint of timidity. Mardo nodded fiercely at his butler, as though trying to force him to agree with his employer's opinion, and the smaller man acquiesced. "This is rather fortunate. Once we finish our drinks, I shall take you to the site of the haunting. In the meantime, have you any questions?" |
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| 裁 kanna | Dec 19 2017, 11:49 PM Post #17 |
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Whilst Kanna wished to partake in the conversation at hand, she found herself in a rather tough spot – as they all tête-à-tête’d with Mardo and his ill-mannered subordinate, talking of supernatural phenomenon, exorcisms, and clergy, her thoughts were elsewhere while they went back and forth amongst themselves. The most important element here was what the hell she was going to do without any other sweets available, how she would function lacking the addictive sucrose, where she would be able to find more delicacies without the need to request them. Internally, Kanna struggled with this knowledge but the panic was beginning to show itself on her alabaster features in the manner of a slightly derisive sneer and barely knitted brows. The tea was no longer a concern as it cooled to a temperature undeserving of being consumed and the white paper bag had been crumpled into a tight lump by a tiny fist under the table, unobserved by the all-seeing eyes surrounding her. She needed to remain calm, cool, and collected – she absolutely needed to be the epitome of what a lady should be, what with her reputation on the line and all, but that façade was beginning to crumble into nothing more than rubble and rubbish. Beryl’s comment managed to pull her out of the self-induced frenzy and with a light sweat dusting the now stationary and stoic mask that was her facial symmetry, Kanna blinked a few times in a genuine curiosity. A geomancer, you say? That’s an interesting talent, I must say, very curious… she thought to herself before listening further to Mardo and his instructions of finishing their respective drinks. Eyeing the tea with a hesitant disposition, she very delicately pushed the cup and saucer towards the center of the table, signifying her completion, and exhaled with little to no exuberance. She didn’t have anything much to say and her mind, still a bit frayed from the expelling of sugar, was more interested in the pantry of the estate. There were more important things to be sought after, not ghosts, jellies, or petit fours – and there she went again, thinking only of sweets and what they could offer her. Kanna needed her fix. Abruptly slamming the hand which held the crumpled bag onto the table, the Ashur hissed, “Enough of this mindless banter. Either you wish to poison us with your concoctions or you desire our aid to solve a problematic encounter from a previous date. Drinking solves nothing, talking does the same, so if you would be so kind, let us do what is necessary without further complication or procrastination.” With that being said, Kanna calmed herself completely as she pulled her hand off the table, sliding the bag along the seam, and plopping it back down into her lap. Of course, she could have apologized for her outburst but she didn’t care – her stomach was beginning to gurgle and if none of them wanted to be filleted, then they ought to get things moving rather quickly. That pantry would be raided soon enough |
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| 裁 Hadou | Dec 23 2017, 04:17 PM Post #18 |
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It was a little amusing to note that the man of the manor, Mardo, seemed to have no idea of any mission being requested by him. Amusing, yet odd. If he was not aware of the whole supernatural situation, then who had sent the mission out in the first place? Caelie surmised the 'culprit' would have been Windle, but surely, the portly butler ought to have run things through with his boss before going ahead. That was how things were done, right? In any case, Mardo eventually acquiesced to the existence of such a problem, but unlike his butler, he believed that paranormal forces were at work. Truth be told, Caelie was wont to side with Windle on this one; D-rank missions that had to do with ghosts were mostly pranks of a sort, and hardly the real deal. Mardo wanted an exorcist, which brought a smile to Caelie's lips. The concept of exorcism was a more complicated issue than this one, she believed, even though she was yet to hear the details. Something this simple didn't require any such thing. Still, he was the client, and would wish to be convinced that the right persons for the job were seated before him. She gave a mental sigh. Someone had called what she was about to do "marketing", but sometimes, to her, it sounded somewhat like boasting. Beryl spoke up first, and like Beatrix, Caelie was interested in the term. "A geomancer? I wonder if her magic extends beyond just manipulating the earth to something more intimate, like communing with rocks." In her travels, she had once come across someone who claimed that some magics had the ability to glean information from the surroundings. A sort of 'divination', if you will. So far, the blonde's identity seemed to impress the two men, and Caelie wondered for a moment if their definition of a geomancer had something to do with spirits. Her thoughts flew back to the present as a hand struck the table for the second time in such a short moment. It wasn't Mardo this time; the sound was lighter, indicating a smaller fist. And surprise, surprise: it was Beatrix. Although Caelie wondered what could have caused such a sudden outburst from one who had been all sweetness, Beatrix's earlier intimidation of Windle already suggested to Caelie that the young woman had a mean side. Beatrix did have a bit of a point: talking didn't do much... but a lot had been learned by Caelie from just listening and observing, so she couldn't agree completely with her there. Caelie said not a word, instead looking over to Mardo to see his response. Like her lips, her expression said nothing, gave away nothing. All she did was take a sip at her drink. And watch. |
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| 司 Grond | Dec 24 2017, 10:25 PM Post #19 |
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At the sound of the hand striking the table, Windle gave an uncharacteristically high pitched shriek as he leaped into the air, before seeking cover behind his master, who didn't seem in the least bit surprised at the sudden outburst from the Ashur heiress. Instead, he gave the young woman who had introduced herself as Beatrix an excited smile, as he poured himself another measure of the questionable beverage which he had chosen to ingest. "Aha! Feeling fired up about all the spectral exorcism rites, aren't you?" he said enthusiastically, after dislodging his miniature butler from behind him. "No worries at all. Just come along then, and let's go off to see the ghost. Frostbloom Lane is quite close here, hence my desire to acquire property which I can easily annexto my own holdings. I hope our resident djirromancer doesn't require any elaborate items with which to carry out the exorcism." He turned to look at Beryl who stared back at him, an eyebrow raised in inquisition at the verbal murder of her title. "I believe the 'djirromancer' has all that is needed for the exercise," the Seveni replied. Mardo nodded once with a lot of energy, then, still with the bottle of magenta drink in his large hand, rose from his seat and strode off, obviously expecting the girls to follow. Windle hurried after him, obviously unwilling to be within a mile of Beatrix if his master wasn't close by. Beryl looked at her two companions as she rose as well. "Shall we?" she simply said, before following the striding figure of Mardo. As she walked, the Seveni quickly evaluated the events that had just transpired. Mardo was definitely mad, or at the very best, eccentric, and Beatrix was unstable, or a very good actress, if she could launch, within moments, from a cheery, polite mood to a more impatient, abrasive one. With a mind to keep an eye on the Ashur heiress, Beryl wondered whether Windle would be safe, with her threatening of the butler back then. Unless Beatrix was all bark and no bite, and Beryl wasn't in the habit of making such high-risk assumptive gamblings, especially about human behavior, the rotund man was wise to be scared for his life. The group was led across the well-manicured lawn with bizarre plant sculptures, to a hedge maze, which Mardo navigated with extreme ease, until they arrived at a small black gate, locked with a large padlock. The Poinsettia noble looked at the gate with obvious confusion, then he gave it a hefty kick, destroying the lock as the gate swung wide, to Windle's protests. The group found themselves in a grove of trees, with a walled compound just a stone throw away. Mardo walked up to the gate of the compound and opened it, though he made no attempt to enter it. "Okay, jirugomancer, you and your partners can take over from here," he said with a nervous smile, as he gestured into the compound. Beryl nodded and walked in, immediately noticing that the whole place looked run-down. Something that sounded a bit like the bleating of a goat, but was certainly not, floated on the wind to the group. |
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| 裁 kanna | Dec 26 2017, 01:19 AM Post #20 |
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“Ffft, fired up? No, not exactly, I wouldn’t say I was ‘fired up’ about anything except for raiding your fucking pantry before I lose what little sanity I have. So, enough bullshit, get on with this. My mood is becoming uncontrollable. I’m getting irritable and I just want to eat… It’s a simple thing, even for the likes of you and that puissant you call a servant. Besides, I have more important things to do; wait a minute – why the hell am I even here? This is absolutely boring and monotonous. Such simpletons, such people with little to no imagination, redundant pleasantries, absurd conversations, it’s all so meaningless and tedious. Could someone give me a goddamn cookie?!” Internally, Kanna was at war with how she should act and how she wanted to act but she soon realized that none of these people truly knew her identity – they wouldn’t be able to prove who she was or what she was so, in theory, she could go absolutely psychotic on them without any chance of repercussion. That would be splendid! Yes, her cruel and sadistic side could be unleashed and as she thought of this, her eyes cut straight for Windle, the first one she desired to get her little hands on. It was a coincidence that she snickered at her thoughts just at the same time that Mardo butchered the word geomancer with something none of them could actually comprehend. When he stood up, Kanna locked her attention on him and narrowed her hues, finding it to be incredibly rude for him to begin walking off without allowing the ladies to stand first. Fucking bastard, she thought, finding herself to be significantly more vulgar than before as she hissed to herself and under her breath before standing along with the other two without bothering to push her seat in as that was an act beneath a Lady of her stature. Following the other two, bringing up the caboose of this trainwreck, Kanna kept her eyes on Windle more so than anyone else, licking her lips in a manner that could potentially make her out to be a lunatic. Well, truth be known, she actually was and right now, she gave absolutely no shits about what anyone else thought of her – not even Beryl and Caelie. They were correct in their assumptions of her and from what she’d gathered, Mardo was probably on the same playing field as herself while Windle was the one that kept his sanity, much like Mary did. Perhaps a small common aspect, maybe. They all went along, following blindly like hungry puppies after momma’s teat, and went through a maze that they probably wouldn’t get out of without some sort of help from the outside. However, keeping in mind that Beryl was a geomancer, she could, more than likely, alter the earth and plants to get them out, or if that failed, Kanna could just slice through the foliage to escape. Upon reaching a gate, all five of them came to a stop to which Mardo kicked it open, making the Ashur smiled something wicked – yes, they were on even playing fields. That act cemented such a fact. With a bit more walking, they were led to a place known as Frostbloom Lane and were instructed to go on in. That’s it. They were just gonna go inside, blow the place up, and walk right out. Ha, as if things would be that easy. It was unlikely that any of them even had the ability to control fire. Kanna manipulated blood, Beryl manipulated earth, and Caelestis… wait, what exactly did she do? The two before her knew one another and more than likely knew each other’s strengths which left Kanna as the outsider with no knowledge of either, really. That was a bit unfortunate for everyone involved. Watching Beryl head on inside the compound, she looked around for a route to escape if things proved to be far too complicated. She noticed that neither Mardo nor Windle were feeling the desire to accompany them and something felt awkward, almost like this was a trap that had been set up. Too many things didn’t make sense. Stepping forward, Kanna outstretched a hand to grab hold of the collar of Beryl’s clothing, grasping it tightly to bring her back outside the compound where she snapped, “No, no, no, not so fast, Miss Beryl,” and gazed menacingly at the master and his charge. “You see, these two here, might be fools and would like nothing more than to lollygag right into whatever the hell is in there. As for me, I have no faith in anyone that is in close proximity and as such, require an insurance policy, so to speak. If you were to lose three mages in a place that you have no desire to step forth into, then you obviously have knowledge of something we simply do not and honestly, it would merely be considered an accident because we took this request on our own accord. However, accidents do not happen to me. I do not like surprises, especially ones that could kill me or those I am acquainted with…” she spoke rather harshly, not beating around the bush or making light of their current situation. “Your charge is just that, a servant that could easily be replaced. Despite your co-dependency or otherwise, I care not, the fact remains that he is to accompany us as to insure that nothing stupid should happen. No accidents, no foul play, no bullshit. I have no qualms with killing that precious attendant the moment I suspect him or yourself to be involved in something that could endanger any of us three. In fact, I will murder him in a way most vile and seeing that I am feeling rather deprived of sustenance, I might even indulge myself with consuming his innards after I cut open his round belly with nothing more than my fingertips.” Releasing her grasp of Beryl’s clothing, Kanna abruptly changed her attitude and swayed playfully with hands tucked behind her back as she smiled widely with a bright façade, speaking with a sweetly innocent tone of voice, “So, what say you, Herr Mardo? There’s no need to be frightened, I assure you, as long as you have been honest with us.” |
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