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She came through the floor, Kaza's instructions clear in her mind that it was her job to bring Hirotomi into the prison unseen. It was ironic that she was traveling below the ground in an already subterranean village, but she had no desire to contend with witnesses. Invisibility was an impossibility, even with her darkest song she would not be able to anticipate every prying eye or passing civilian and hold them in her illusion even if her song had a capacity without a limit it grew weaker exponentially with every mind she linked to her cull. Still, it was arduous and draining maintaining herself beneath the ground, it might have been her element and for that reason she felt a certain kinship, it was still no different than a man trying to traverse a sea of bodies.
Hirotomi had awakened during their journey, covered in dust the trip was far from clean. His fine white suit was smeared with dirt and clay, pebbles were knotted in his hair and he was straining against the taut ninja wire that united his ankles and his wrists. There was also a muffled protest, she could not make out the words and she was thankful for that. The world was so full of noise, it was hard to concentrate. She dropped the irate businessman onto the ground and he landed with a dull thud. She made no effort to ease his landing, she did not particularly care - he stabbed her and she was still sore over that. She was one to hold grudges, she had forever to ponder, contemplate and hate. There was no forgotten slight in her world which was no different from humanity one could suppose, their passions ran just as deep, only she never died so she never stopped.
Shiori, or rather Neophyte's bandages were soiled as well, they covered her entire form but there were small rips and tears throughout. She looked at her purple cloak and frowned from beneath the bandages, she liked that color. Now it was tattered and torn, much like the floral scarf she wore, she quietly pouted as she walked to the door of the room they had entered and pressed her ear against the postern. She waited until she could hear no one passing in the hall before she opened the door and looked at the designation of the space they had randomly entered. Sub-Basement D-47. She quietly noted this name and number as she closed the door behind her and slid the bolt in place. She was not sure for how long this 'unseen-state' would need to apply so she pressed her back against the door and slid to the floor. She was exhausted and her eyes burned, she let out a yawn but refused to fall asleep even though this unyielding door was making a fine pillow at this moment.
She pulled out her headset and set the dial to the last channel used by Kaza to contact her after a few moments of meditative contemplation. Into the receiver she said only one thing, "...sub-basement D-47, sir." She did not wait for a response, she simply turned off the headset and tucked it back into her pocket listlessly. If he had something to say, he knew how to broadcast over an idle line, after all he woke her from a perfectly good sleep doing so only hours earlier. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from falling asleep while she waited, all the while a gagged Hirotomi muttered a muffled complain. "Hush," she scolded as she curled her legs up near her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.
She looked around the room, the room must have been a storage room of some sort although she did not understand why they even had half of the devices found in here. Odd tables and chairs, various dentistry or maybe it was carpentry implements. She furrowed her brow upon contemplation as she wondered if she was even in the right building, did she inadvertently go to the Omni Prime Medical Center? No, that was impossible. She was too tired to be wrong, she could feel the draining presence of the Lord of the Wild Hunt, she was in the right place. Still, weird.
OC: Seeking Roku
She came through the floor, Kaza's instructions clear in her mind that it was her job to bring Hirotomi into the prison unseen. It was ironic that she was traveling below the ground in an already subterranean village, but she had no desire to contend with witnesses. Invisibility was an impossibility, even with her darkest song she would not be able to anticipate every prying eye or passing civilian and hold them in her illusion even if her song had a capacity without a limit it grew weaker exponentially with every mind she linked to her cull. Still, it was arduous and draining maintaining herself beneath the ground, it might have been her element and for that reason she felt a certain kinship, it was still no different than a man trying to traverse a sea of bodies.
Hirotomi had awakened during their journey, covered in dust the trip was far from clean. His fine white suit was smeared with dirt and clay, pebbles were knotted in his hair and he was straining against the taut ninja wire that united his ankles and his wrists. There was also a muffled protest, she could not make out the words and she was thankful for that. The world was so full of noise, it was hard to concentrate. She dropped the irate businessman onto the ground and he landed with a dull thud. She made no effort to ease his landing, she did not particularly care - he stabbed her and she was still sore over that. She was one to hold grudges, she had forever to ponder, contemplate and hate. There was no forgotten slight in her world which was no different from humanity one could suppose, their passions ran just as deep, only she never died so she never stopped.
Shiori, or rather Neophyte's bandages were soiled as well, they covered her entire form but there were small rips and tears throughout. She looked at her purple cloak and frowned from beneath the bandages, she liked that color. Now it was tattered and torn, much like the floral scarf she wore, she quietly pouted as she walked to the door of the room they had entered and pressed her ear against the postern. She waited until she could hear no one passing in the hall before she opened the door and looked at the designation of the space they had randomly entered. Sub-Basement D-47. She quietly noted this name and number as she closed the door behind her and slid the bolt in place. She was not sure for how long this 'unseen-state' would need to apply so she pressed her back against the door and slid to the floor. She was exhausted and her eyes burned, she let out a yawn but refused to fall asleep even though this unyielding door was making a fine pillow at this moment.
She pulled out her headset and set the dial to the last channel used by Kaza to contact her after a few moments of meditative contemplation. Into the receiver she said only one thing, "...sub-basement D-47, sir." She did not wait for a response, she simply turned off the headset and tucked it back into her pocket listlessly. If he had something to say, he knew how to broadcast over an idle line, after all he woke her from a perfectly good sleep doing so only hours earlier. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from falling asleep while she waited, all the while a gagged Hirotomi muttered a muffled complain. "Hush," she scolded as she curled her legs up near her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.
She looked around the room, the room must have been a storage room of some sort although she did not understand why they even had half of the devices found in here. Odd tables and chairs, various dentistry or maybe it was carpentry implements. She furrowed her brow upon contemplation as she wondered if she was even in the right building, did she inadvertently go to the Omni Prime Medical Center? No, that was impossible. She was too tired to be wrong, she could feel the draining presence of the Lord of the Wild Hunt, she was in the right place. Still, weird.
OC: Seeking Roku