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| Lady Eko | Sun Jun 2, 2013 2:43 pm Post #1 |
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Come alone. Nothing good ever came of invitations with those two words attached. Eko was fully aware, but didn't mind. Her friend Enric was far more concerned. "Where are you going?" was the first question, and she'd made the mistake of telling him the truth. "What could you possibly hope to gain by going to such a shady place?" "It's not that shady." Eko was focused on coiling her whip. She sounded almost bored. "Listen. I know some people who've been there. It's not a place you should be going to, much less alone. It's like throwing yourself into a pit of snakes." The girl took the time to give Enric a look. As usual, the kid looked at her through a shag of dirty blond hair, face set into a completely earnest expression. "You don't belong there," he pleaded. "Maybe." She clipped her whip-coil to her hip, completing her ensemble. A fur-collared jacket and loose trousers did a good job of covering a suit of Gloomwood leather armor beneath. Her belt was lined with obvious weapon sheathes holding multiple wooden stakes and silver daggers. Eko still lacked a way of protecting her head or neck, so she figured she would just put her faith in whatever security the den might have. That and trying not to provoke anyone. "I'll keep my head down. Take care." One hand in her pocket, she lazily lifted the other in a wave. Enric returned the gesture, looking concerned. Her dog Ansha returned from mealtime halfway to her destination. The animal was a monster with a body bigger than Eko herself, covered by a pelt of shaggy blue-black fur. "Coming inside, Ansha? Hopefully you can fit." Looking at the dire dog closer, Eko figured she would probably need to wipe the blood off Ansha's lips before entering the Nest. Maybe it would make her look less intimidating. Eko pushed in the heavy black door below the hanging green lantern, then held it open for her dog to squeeze through. Even before entering the main, circular room she could hear and feel the music. Candles were the only things lighting the interior, where all kinds of black-garbed figures moved and reclined and conversed. Eko removed a piece of cut parchment from the interior of her jacket and drifted toward a job posting board on the back wall. Several people were lingering here, but she paid them little mind. Instead, she took the time to be astonished by the variety of jobs being offered here. For example, there was a hit going out on someone she knew but didn't particularly like. Lord Kelok was hiring for more security workers, too, it seemed. Just to spit him, she tacked up her own job posting right next to his. With that done, Eko waited for the time of her appointment to arrive. She was slated to meet someone here, but she recognized this as a great opportunity to scout for employees in the meantime. Instead of watching the performance, her eyes scanned the crowds, often lingering on people who looked promising. Ansha sat next to her feet, accepting the occasional scratch between the ears that her owner offered. |
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