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| Lady Eko | Sat Jul 13, 2013 1:25 am Post #1 |
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The Kloeten Airship Tower was a dagger jutting out of the Western Quarter's broken skyline. All that was visible off the signal lights were the clouds of bats which, on occasion, were disturbed by a pair of scraggly black vultures that seemed to be nesting somewhere in the area. Sokolovsburg's ugly form was far, far to the southwest of where Eko was trying to maneuver, so far away that they blended into the haze of darkness that carpeted Balefire more thickly than the light. She peeled off from the traffic. Crowds in this area were shoulder-to-shoulder. Hangman Loop was full of beggars, swindlers, and foreigners. Eko glared at the empty gallows built into the side of an ancient, dead tree, a landmark that formed the centerpiece of the street roundabout. Five nooses hung from those branches, all unoccupied. A warning from the Sheriffs that everyone had grown too desensitized to actually care about. She stood on the side of the road, just a couple steps away from the edge of the worst traffic. Ahead of her was a storefront haphazardly constructed in the alley between two more reputable-looking storefronts. Its sign said "APPRAISALS" and nothing more. The R was written backwards. The corners of Eko's mouth pressed down as she entered. The inside smelled hot and dusty, like feathers. Eko stepped between two piles of junk on the floor. They were all organized not only by quality, but by color. A single jar of glow-worms sat at the front desk, but the proprietor was sitting crosslegged on the floor, her back to the entrance, mumbling to herself. Two pairs of overlapping black wings poked out of her clothing. "Are you Rae?" She jumped and twisted around, shocked and terrified at the sudden noise. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." "Who are you? Oh, Eko? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you enter." The appraiser rose to her feet and dusted herself off. Rae was a fallen angel, but had a down-to-earth sort of bearing that made her seem approachable and harmless. Her eyes were big and black and her nose was badly crooked; she kept her head ducked, which made her look submissive. Just from the distance to the back of the shop to the front desk, Eko could tell she was concealing a limp. "Welcome. Big job, you said?" She spoke a Balefiren dialect of Common that Eko knew was from one of the bigger slums, but couldn't identify which off the top of her head. "Yeah. But it looks like it's not the best night to go out. Lots of big egos coming out to play." Rae threw her backpack over one shoulder and made a dismissive gesture with the other. "We will manage. Keep our heads down so the wolves don't bite them off. And I mean that literally -- She-Wolf is attending that exotic sapients auction." Eko led the way out the door. "Of course she is. If only going from the Deep Cities' dark tunnels to Balefire wasn't so seamless." "We don't need more tunnel-wurms poking around in our business," Rae hastily agreed. They couldn't continue their conversation when the crowds got too thick and too noisy. Eventually the flow of traffic slowed to a stop, leaving them in the middle of a sweaty chokepoint. Too short to see over others' heads, Eko turned to the significantly taller Rae. "Can you see the hold-up? We're still at least ten minutes from Kloeten." Some muffled shouting up ahead delayed her response. "I'm not sure, but we were just about to pass the location of the auction... maybe something happened there?" "Maybe someone put a bolt through that She-Wolf foreigner's skull," a stranger next to them chimed in, and his friends chuckled after him. Rae nervously joined in, but Eko remained silent and focused ahead. |
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| Seele | Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:22 pm Post #2 |
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Seele was always glad when his business brought him to Balefire. There was no place in Imythess that he had more power. He drew his arcane strength from the darkness itself; this metropolis was steeped in shadows. He could hold and manipulate more mana at once here, infusing each and every spell he cast with more energy. It was intoxicating. He felt strong here, strong enough that he might be able to finally enact his greater plans for this realm. He had to keep reminding himself that it would take years for all of his schemes to reach fruition and the potency he possessed in the City of Lanterns was an illusion that would not extend beyond the Gloomwood. It would not do for him to show his hand too soon and ruin everything. Still, the boost it provided was quite convenient when he had to take action in this place. Ever since he had assumed control of a large slaving network, he had gradually been eliminating his competitors. Each one he approached had been given an option: to join his enterprise or die horribly. Most had chosen the first option, and so his organization had grown by leaps and bounds. Those few that had fought back had been killed brutally and publicly to help encourage others to make the correct choice. The She-Wolf of the Deep Cities was one of the few remaining slavers in charge of a large group that had refused his advances, killing any negotiators he sent to meet with her and ambushing several of his caravans passing through the Dark Lands and stealing his stock. Seele had not yet retaliated because he had other concerns, but he had informed several of his men to keep a close eye on the 'exotic sapiens provider.' Every time she ventured out of her subterranean seat of power he kept a close eye on her travels and level of protection. It hadn't taken long to identify her weakness: micromanaging. She refused to give her lieutenants control of even the smallest matters, meaning that she was required to attend each and every auction in person. He had instructed one of his more talented operatives to infiltrate her ranks and discover the next time she would be hosting a sale in Balefire. Now he was waiting within the crowd near the stage where the auction was to take place. Several dolled-up slaves were waiting on the back of the platform, obviously drugged into tranquility. The She-Wolf had a reputation to uphold, and so each of the slaves were dressed extravagantly and caked with makeup. He had to admit that she had uncannily good luck when it came to kidnapping rare species: he spotted three genasi from different elemental planes, an avian-human hybrid that was covered in soft green plumage, an unusually tall man with metallic silver skin, and several other unusual-looking beings. It was a shame she hadn't chosen to join his group. She would have proven to be quite the useful subordinate... but now she would have to die for her insolence. He turned his gaze on the enforcers and slaves gathered around the stage, searching for his target. It didn't take long to find her. The She-Wolf was taller than most humanoids, standing almost eight feet tall even though she was slouching slightly. She one of the rare breeds of werewolf that did not cycle between two different forms, but rather stayed in a hybrid shape all of the time. There was a certain lupine grace to her frame, long limbs covered in lean muscles. Her facial features were almost entirely human, but her eyes had a bestial slant to them and when she grinned her teeth were sharp and pointed, like those of a predator. She was wearing a fine silk tunic and had several pieces of jewelery sparkling on her wrists and fingers. He observed her for several minutes longer before the lycanthrope nodded to one of her men, indicating that the auction should begin. He took the stage and raised his voice, drawing the attention of all those gathered to the 'official' proceedings. Seele advantage of the convenient distraction, working his way towards the front of the crowd. The She-Wolf had a bodyguard standing on either side of her on the lookout for threats such as him, but the elf had taken steps to disguise his distinct appearance. He had magically altered his face so that his features were less sallow and gaunt-looking, with dark green irises and short black hair. He had altered the shape of his eyes and ears so that he no longer looked elven. His dark clothes and tattered tunic blended in perfectly with the crowd. Altogether, he looked like he belonged here. That was what he was counting on. Seele began to recite a mental incantation when he was within ten feet of the She-Wolf. Oloth nindel zhah Isto, mylthar l' ssussun. Magic flowed through his veins, more potent and stimulating than any drug. The shadows of the crowd began to throb as the mana began to pull at them, although in the tight quarters no one noticed the abnormal behavior. He was only five feet away from the lupine woman when one of her bodyguards noticed him and stepped forward, reaching up to roughly push him away. "Stay back! If you want to place bid, ya' just gotta shout louder!" The shadow sorcerer smiled thinly, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Globe of Darkness. Blackness swept up from the ground in a tidal wave, ballooning outwards from the disguised elf. There were cries of shock and fear from those nearby as the shadows surrounded them, instantly blinding them. Even those residents of Balefire that possessed natural low-light vision found their senses obscured by the magical darkness. Seele moved quickly, his own enchanted vision allowing his eyes to easily pierce the gloom. He drew a dagger from his belt with his right hand, drawing them across the bodyguard's throat. The sorcerer shoved the dying man aside and surged forward, raising his empty left hand and pointing his palm at the She-Wolf's chest. Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, elgg ninta quortek. Enervation! Dark energy flowed down his arm, visible tendrils of raw mana wrapping around his fingers. A three-inch thick beam of negative power shot out from his hand, striking the lycanthrope in the center of her chest. The She-Wolf didn't even have an opportunity to make a sound. The spell was specifically designed to be more effective against living creatures, withering her body and damaging her life force simultaneously. Her eyes went wide and her lips pulled back in a feral snarl, but she was dead before she bark out an order or strike back. Seele spun one one heel and ran towards the edge of the Globe of Darkness, roughly pushing the blinded members of the crowd aside. The elf slowed his pace just before emerging from the shadows, sheathing the dagger and canceling the spell simultaneously. The magical darkness faded, revealing the dead bodyguard and slaver. It didn't take long for someone to notice the prone bodies and shriek in terror. The panic spread through the crowd quickly. Seele didn't bother looking back, continuing towards the Kloeten Airship Tower. His men had orders to take advantage of the chaos and subvert the She-Wolf's surviving men; his presence was no longer required here. |
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| Lady Eko | Wed Aug 21, 2013 2:31 pm Post #3 |
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Eko could feel the tension thickening. She'd felt it more than once before. This was the spreading unease that could trigger a riot. Back when the Talon serial killer was terrorizing Sokolovsburg, she'd felt that change in the air. Ten years old and only her knowledge of back passageways had let her survive that close-quarters stampede. When Eko heard the first screams come from the site of the auction, fear blossomed in her gut. Before she even realized what she was doing, she was grabbing Rae by the wrist and pushing her way through the crowd. Not down the road, but to the edges. A heartbeat later, everyone moved. The panic spread like a wave down the traffic jam. She-Wolf is dead. Murdered, the coherent ones screamed. Rae trembled under Eko's grip and even fought against it, wanting so badly to join the storm, the herd mentality that was fast mutating into a stampede, and Eko fought against that instinct too. The two of them hit the edge of the street. Eko put her free hand on the nearest wall. She couldn't see anything. Rae tugged at her death grip again. She waded against the flow of a river of people, hellbent on reaching Kloeten, knowing this wouldn't last long. At the edge they couldn't get swept up in the panic. Like always, Eko kept her eyes set forward, doing her best to ignore every distraction around her. It stopped as quickly as it started. People had their way of getting the hell out of somewhere fast. That left Eko and Rae alone. The street was scattered with dropped or abandoned belongings. The fallen angel appraiser was audibly hyperventilating. Eko let her go. "Every night is different." She meant it as a reassurance, but it came out like a quip. Rae politely forced a laugh. Eko wished the appraiser acted more genuine. As they came closer to the airship tower, Rae finally asked: "What part of this place am I appraising, exactly?" "I hired you because you make great estimates of objects at a glance. I'm going to take you through the tower and you're going to give me a combined estimate of the whole thing's value." "What?" The fallen angel got even paler. "I'm not that good. And this isn't a property you own, either. Has Mr. Tillend given you permission for this?" "Nothing I'm making you do is illegal." It didn't answer her question. "Just relax, write down every observation, and follow my lead. If anything bad happens, I'll protect you." She pushed open the door and passed inside. The ground-level lobby of Kloeten was jam-packed at this time of night. Circular like the tower itself, ticket counters dotted the edge opposite the doors. The center and edges were lined with chairs and other conveniences, most occupied by well-off-looking people waiting for their flights to arrive. Intricate iron lanterns ringed the outside as well as the vertical support beam at the center of the room, creating dark shadows between arcs of light. These narrow shadows all seemed to bend slightly toward Eko whenever she drew close. Rae noticed, but Eko didn't. Eko motioned they both take a seat in the midst of a large crowd. Rae eased herself into a chair, pulled out the little writing pad she used for these jobs, and started to look around. |
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| Seele | Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:52 pm Post #4 |
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Seele cast another spell as panic started to take form, infusing a magical weave with fear so that it emanated outwards from his gaunt frame. A deep, inexplicable fear of the disguised slaver filled anyone that came near him so that they refused to come closer, making sure that he would not be crushed or pushed off course in the riot. It did not take long for the courtyard, as crowded as it had been to almost completely clear of people. The citizens of Balefire were survivors. They knew better to stay out in the open and exposed when prominent and protected individuals died mysteriously. Seele picked up the pace and took a shortcut through an alleyway to reach the tower faster. Unfortunately, the lobby of the building was quite crowded at this time, with enough people gathered that it would probably take close to an hour to board a ship. The sorcerer let out a sigh of annoyance. He had much easier ways of getting back and forth around Imythess, but it would require him to enter one of his safehouses in the city. He preferred not accessing them without magic in order to keep their locations more secure, but he didn't feel like a prolonged wait in such close quarters. If his disguise got compromised he would be an easy target here. The sorcerer was debating the pros and cons of risking the wait when he felt something unusual. He stepped outside of the crowd for a moment, eyes sweeping the nearest people suspiciously. There was magic at work here, but it was so faint and ephemeral that he had barely been able to sense it. In order to get a clearer understanding of what was happening he walked over to one of the narrow bands of shadow left by the lanterns, casually stepping on the edge of the dark stripe. Instantly he felt the unnatural pull that was being applied to the surrounding shadows, distorting their natural pattern and twisting them. Seele's lips pressed down in a slight frown. It did not seem like a conscious manipulation. It was far too weak for that. The elf sent a thread of power into the surrounding shadows, allowing the mana to be drawn towards whoever was responsible. It didn't take long for him the relative origin of the effect and visually search for the culprit. His eyes immediately affixed on a stooped woman with a slight limp whose aura revealed she was something much more. There was a hint of Celestial energy hidden in the unassuming figure, but it held a taint that he was quite familiar with. A fallen angel, perhaps...? It made sense. Such beings were often forced to use shadow magic as a crutch due to the loss of their normal source of energy. However, it was unusual for them to be so inexperienced as to inadvertently reveal their identity through a constant drain on their surroundings. Seele watched the woman closely she scribbled in a notebook, curious as to her intentions. |
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| Lady Eko | Thu Sep 12, 2013 12:45 am Post #5 |
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Eko was the lookout, sitting with legs crossed and arms folded on her lap. She didn't want Rae to get nervous, so she'd failed to warn her that this job was probably going to be more dangerous than intended. David Tillend, the conductor for the Kloeten Airship Tower, was an aggressive, no-nonsense individual with a paranoid streak. She wrote him a letter once asking to rent one of his platforms. It would've been much more logistically sound to receive a shipment of silver ore by air rather than by land. His response was packed with venom, telling her that as a general rule he didn't allow "rats" even the shortest timeslot at his tower. It didn't matter if it was gang lords, slum-kings or upstarts like her. He insisted that he ran a legitimate business, an island of civilization in an otherwise scummy neighborhood, and he wouldn't let her pollute that even by setting foot here. "We've got a problem." Rae's eyes snapped back to Eko, who jerked her chin toward an employee corridor. The fallen angel followed Eko's indication to see a tall, middle-aged human stomping out into the lobby. He had a deeply lined face that just made his scowl look worse. Eko's mind raced with plans as she watched David Tillend storm up to one of the ticket counters and start badgering the clerk about a delay on one of the platforms. Her desire to stay hidden manifested as tricks of the light, making her hard to see whenever she sat still. "Almost done?" "These lanterns look familiar..." but Rae ended up trailing off, flinching when Tillend's voice elevated to a shout that lashed almost as badly as a whip. "We're going to die, aren't we." "Some people are just loud." Eko still hadn't taken her eyes off. "If there's a delay, he might go upstairs to check it out..." That meant they would be stuck down here until he came back down. The way upstairs was within his current field of view, too. Making her decision quickly, Eko rose. "Come on." "What?! Right in front of him? No!" Her voice was almost a harsh whisper, but still loud enough to be heard over the din at their current range. "I'm not gonna get roughed up for you. Or thrown in jail. Or worse." "Then bring what you have home. I'll pay you a third of my original offer." These last words were hurried, as she needed to join up with the crowd to make it up the tower's wide spiraling staircase that led up to the platforms. Luckily she wouldn't need a ticket in this section of the tower. There was still plenty of information to gather even without an expert appraiser. Still trying to decide, Rae stayed in her seat as Eko weaved quickly and purposefully through the crowd, all the shadows bowing a little to pinpoint her location. She was close to making it, slipped a little further past, then: "Eko!" All the blood drained from the girl's face, and she quickened her steps. "Hey, Eko! How's it going?" To get her cover blown by one of her own allies... Rae got up and left the lobby as fast as her bad leg could carry her. Eko didn't know Tom Byers very well, but he was a prolific merchant near her territory. He'd always been very friendly to her and her forces, which she suspected was his own special way of protecting himself from her expansionism. She personally found him overbearing and fake. Now she wanted to punch him in the face. "Wait up!" Eko stopped. Glanced over to the ticket counter. David Tillend had heard. That look on his face was not very promising. "Didn't expect to see you here, Eko. Where you headed? I'm on my way to Taras to visit some relatives and square away a few new shipments." Eko didn't greet him, respond or even look at him, really. Her eyes were glued on the airship conductor, and his on her. Her hands trembled with suppressed rage. People's shadows peeled off the ground and caressed the soles of her boots in little tendrils. She watched Tillend stop, too close for comfort, and stood her ground. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Security!" |
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| Seele | Wed Sep 18, 2013 6:31 pm Post #6 |
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Seele was studying the woman so closely that he almost didn't notice when the focus of the shadows shifted away from her. He almost cursed aloud when he realized his inattention had almost caused him to miss an important detail. He scanned the crowd once more, trying to pinpoint the exact epicenter of the phenomenon without being overtly obvious. He actually passed over the culprit twice before realizing who exactly was responsible. It was a thin sliver of a girl, a waif that was indistinguishable from any of the other abandoned orphans that littered the streets of Balefire. He shifted to his right slightly to get a better view of her. She had dark skin and darker hair and looked to be no older than her early twenties if she were human, although that wasn’t always a safe assumption in a land with as many long-lived races as Imythess. He watched the scene unfold without interfering for another minute, observing her attempt to reach the exit of the airship and her cover being blown by an acquaintance. The situation devolved rapidly from there, with an employee of the airship tower shouting out for security. Although her face was studiously kept blank, Seele could imagine that she was actually petrified from terror. The darkness had recognized her tension and reacted appropriated, writhing and wriggling in a manner that the surrounding gawkers would doubtlessly notice before too much longer. From the raw vehemence in the man’s tone, he suspected that this confrontation would not end well for the scrawny girl. She would be lucky to get out of here with her life. The sorcerer’s frown deepened. Here was a mystery, a girl who manipulated the shadows instinctively and apparently unknowingly. There were very few people in Imythess with such a gift. He found his curiosity piqued by the waif, and he would never obtain answers if she was slain here. With a long-suffering sigh he took his hands out of his pockets, keeping them near his hips as his fingers began to jerk through a series of lightning-fast symbols. He used the extra amount of mana necessary so that the spell could be cast silently, hopefully reducing the chances of anyone in the crowd realizing who exactly was interfering in the matter. Oloth nindel zhah Isto, vaq'jal ssussun. No Light. The lanterns posted around the circumference of the room all went dark at once, leaving the chamber in perfect darkness. There was a moment of stunned silence before the panic started. The citizens of Balefire might be more accustomed to the dark than the rest of Imythess, but if they had lived here for any length of time they knew that a sudden extinguishing of the lights was not a good sign. The shadows proved no trouble to Seele; he could see through even the blackest night with ease thanks to his years of experience with shadow magic. No longer worried about being observed, he openly raised both arms and gestured. He swept his right hand and the boisterous man that had called for security, clenching his fingers into a fist. Black tentacles protruded from the floor, silently whipping through the air and wrapping around his throat and wrists. His eyes bulged when he tried to draw in a breath and realized his throat was clamped shut. He flicked his left hand at the girl who was the cause of all this commotion. A black orb flew from his fingertips, all but invisible given its surrounding s, and rocketed towards the waif. It stopped less than an inch from her ear, whispering words too softly for anyone else to hear. ”You have only moments. Do not waste them.” |
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| Lady Eko | Fri Sep 20, 2013 8:57 pm Post #7 |
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Eko was so used to the constant strain on her eyes that whenever it was relieved, she was shocked by how comfortable it felt. A part of her understood what darkness was -- she knew how normal people acted when it fell -- but she saw through it fine. Pitch blackness was her personal zone of comfort, and anything above that was uncomfortably bright, in some cases painfully so. This was an adaptation she was born with, ad it wasn't the first time it had saved her skin. She didn't need the sorceror's whispered encouragement to know that this was her moment to get the hell out of there. She'd been made. It was useless trying to gather more information at this point. Eko scrambled out of the crowd, giving Tom Byers a big shove for good measure. She gave the magic-wielder a good long look as she ran past him. He towered over her and had a pale, gaunt face. His pupils were the shape of hourglasses. Just looking at him made Eko's gut churn with instinctual fear or a general feeling of wrongness that she couldn't explain. In spite of these feelings, her face remained stony. She broke eye contact to focus forward, skidding to snap a quick turn out the front door. As simple as that, she was gone. Her back pressed against the wall of a hidden alleyway. Chin up, she struggled to control her breathing. Panic kept the rate up more than fatigue. Anger, too. Eko wanted to murder Tom Byers. She let herself fume about it for a hot minute. Reining it in took longer. Like all the anger Eko felt, she just packed it down, let it simmer over the older grudges till it was more useful to exploit. A bigger issue rose to the top of her thoughts. Who was that, and why did he help me? In Balefiren culture, offering unsolicited help was almost universally viewed as suspicious. The assumption was that there were strings attached. When helped, even with small things, a Balefiren's next question was, "What's your motive?" The exceptions were always unusual. Some foreigners believed that helping people clearly in need was part of being a good citizen, a sentiment that Eko could respect. Eko herself avoided the pitfalls of this cultural trend in a few different ways: admitting upfront how she was benefiting from the act, asking for permission to intervene before offering help, and making it abundantly clear that she was doing something without strings attached. She was still suspicious when other people did the same kinds of things, though. Eko knew what her motivations were. Others were a mystery. And, based on experience, it was safer to assume ill intentions than the opposite. Eko put aside her thoughts when she saw a person's shadow playing across the street. She inched deeper into the alley, pulling out her knife. Crouched perfectly still, the shadows of the buildings around her coated her body in unnatural ways. Without realizing, Eko was partially invisible. The power strained like a weak muscle, gaining and losing strength depending on how afraid she was and, consequently, how desperately she wanted to remain unseen. |
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| Seele | Wed Oct 9, 2013 8:57 pm Post #8 |
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The elf watched as the girl lashed out against the boisterous man before fleeing the room. She darted through the crowd with ease, clearly able to see despite the lack of light. The observation was further proof of what Seele was beginning to suspect: this girl shared a connection with the elemental plane of shadows. It was clear that she was no more than a fledgling, but her potential was obvious. He waited until she had vacated the chamber to depart himself, banishing the shadowy tentacles with a gesture. They dissipated and sank back into the floor moments before more guards arrived, bearing torches and lamps and illuminating the hectic scene. The sorcerer tracked the girl by sensing for the warping of the nearby shadows, using them to pinpoint her exact location. She didn't flee far, coming to a halt within a few blocks. He followed after at a calm pace, hands folded in front of him. When he came around the corner the girl was crouched against the wall of the alleyway, a knife in one hand. He could sense that the shadows surrounding her were denser than normal, masking her slight form more capably than should be possible. If not for his own gifts, she would be virtually invisible. Seele tilted his head slightly to one side, staring directly at her with a wholly inscrutable mien as if to announce that she was not as hidden as she might believe. After a few moments of tense silence he spoke, the words soft and sibilant. "You feel more at home in the darkness than the light. Sometimes, it feels as if the darkness hides you when you stand in its midst, especially if you are still. You can see clearly, no matter the time of night." He paused slightly after each declaration, staring at the girl to gauge her reaction to his claims. "I suspect it makes you better at what you do. Especially here, in this city, unseen by the sun for so long. Yet the lack of light makes you weaker as well. Without contrast, you have never really been forced to struggle with your boundaries." Seele lapsed into silence for several moments, his golden eyes flicking down to the knife before returning to her face. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that even in Balefire it is considered rude to approach a stranger with a naked blade." There was a definite note of danger underlying the slightly accented syllables. |
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