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| Ari | Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:00 am Post #1 |
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TLDR Summary (click to toggle) This is one of those moments when the chaos of life untangles, every thread running parallel, and the future is laid bare in front of you. Ari stopped to let a carriage pass the busy intersection. Her lips tightened to a thin line, but any feature above that point was covered in the shadow cast by a deep hood. Her palm rested over the butt of her sword, fingers dangling. She thought about lifting her hand. That simple motion could sever their one-way communication. Nevertheless, she passed the intersection without doing so. Ari thought it was apathy that kept her from moving her arm away from such a comfortable position. The weapon's faint heartbeat had stopped being disconcerting and was almost -- she dared to admit it to herself -- reassuring to feel. A beggar grabbed at the hem of her robe, but she ignored him. She passed over a bridge, took a left onto a roadway marked as Chimaera Street. The light rain had done nothing to keep people from leaving their homes for work or chores. "There are more straightforward ways to say things," Ari mumbled under the thin crowd. Despite her best efforts, she felt some eyes on her as she passed. The woman pulled her cloak closer in an attempt to preserve her anonymity. "Speak plainly." You know exactly what I'm talking about, the voice admonished. Here in front of you, behold: an opportunity! A monster in her larval form. You see your sister straight on the path to becoming something truly terrifying. You observe, yes, but what will you do about it? "You of all people will not lecture me about ethics." The voice's laugh echoed in her mind. Fine. Just let me give you an example. Luck. What is luck, Bethari? An individual's voluntary interaction with uncaring probability. This is why I like sapients. Simply by acting, they have the power to change the flow of incomprehensible forces surrounding them. You could think about how many lives you might save if you kill Eko at the end of the deal. Maybe more lives would be ruined than saved? And what would happen if you didn't act, do you think? Idleness in cases like these makes just as loud a statement as taking action. Ari's brow furrowed. With all his roundabout speaking, she was left wondering what he even wanted her to do. Maybe that wasn't the point. "Whose side are you on: mine or hers? I cannot tell anymore." Yours, of course. Whatever 'side' that may be. "Could you say that again? You were mumbling." Ari almost started when she saw Eko standing right in front of her. She had her hands in the pockets of a nice jacket, an item of such high quality that no one else in their family would have ever been able to afford such a luxury. Anger burned somewhere deep inside Ari upon seeing the real condition of Eko, her wealth, and her influence. But her most immediate reaction was surprise. "When did you get here?" A small horde of security guards were pouring out of the exits of Mohdu's Inn and Tavern, locked and loaded. Eko's head tilted. "I... walked up to you? You didn't notice?" Damn. Is she always that sneaky? "No, not really." It was convenient when Ari could answer both people at once without looking insane. She nodded to the group forming behind Eko. "Is everyone ready?" [Work In Progress] |
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8:19 AM Jul 11

