Post by Laurnath on Sept 9, 2020 20:33:32 GMT 10
40 - Part 2
As I was stalking into the faint trickles of early snow and darkening sky, the chain around my neck snapped and my Confessor Amulet fell to the ground heavily. It was such a sound that I thought it may have cracked clean in half. Bending down to pick it up and dust it off, I straightened to hear rapid footsteps behind me. A Lieutenant running towards me in his dark blue dress uniform. Puffing from the exertion in the freezing day.
"Ma'am, please, wait!" he says as he walks towards me.
"I'm still. What is it you want?" Warily on guard, holding my amulet behind my back like a weapon.
"I listened to what you said and I have.. something to say. I knew Usura, she used to flirt with me sometimes. Bring me tips off the street, info. You know. She left me a package before she died and I didn't have time to uh read it. I assumed it was more bad intel but.." he shifts uncomfortably on his feet, shiny dress shoes gathering tiny flakes of snow.
"Oh you twat, Private..."
"Barrington, Ma'am."
"Barringon, get your ass to your office, get that packet and give it to Mage Felicinè. Tell her I sent you."
He salutes crisply and begins walking away.
"Run." I say angrily at his back, loudly too. He does. It gives me brief mirth as I turn to keep walking to the luxury store area of the Garden District. I now have two reasons to visit a jeweler which is a sign if ever I felt one.
As I walk, I jiggle the necklace in my hand gently. Frowning as I walk and think.
Along this pathway, the direct line from Palladium to Trinity Jewelers, I pass all the dump sites for the bodies. Stopping at each one and examining it in the fading light, where the windows are, where the gas lamps are. Jingling gets louder and I realise it's not my necklace.
An expensive carriage is rolled past on quietly greased wheel axles and horses that are shod for the snow, it goes past just with faint jingling and the expected horse hooves.
A brief stop would cause a moving blockade and a privacy wall all in one. Lean out, place her down - keep rolling. Shit. It could be anyone with money and access to a carriage, or even just a carriage service.
My mood is darker than the sky as I trudge towards the glittering glass windows and bright painted signs of the boutiques. Some already closed for the day, others lighting lamps and candles and preparing for evening trade. I hope Trinity is one of those places prepared for it, or I'll be kicking a door in.
As I was stalking into the faint trickles of early snow and darkening sky, the chain around my neck snapped and my Confessor Amulet fell to the ground heavily. It was such a sound that I thought it may have cracked clean in half. Bending down to pick it up and dust it off, I straightened to hear rapid footsteps behind me. A Lieutenant running towards me in his dark blue dress uniform. Puffing from the exertion in the freezing day.
"Ma'am, please, wait!" he says as he walks towards me.
"I'm still. What is it you want?" Warily on guard, holding my amulet behind my back like a weapon.
"I listened to what you said and I have.. something to say. I knew Usura, she used to flirt with me sometimes. Bring me tips off the street, info. You know. She left me a package before she died and I didn't have time to uh read it. I assumed it was more bad intel but.." he shifts uncomfortably on his feet, shiny dress shoes gathering tiny flakes of snow.
"Oh you twat, Private..."
"Barrington, Ma'am."
"Barringon, get your ass to your office, get that packet and give it to Mage Felicinè. Tell her I sent you."
He salutes crisply and begins walking away.
"Run." I say angrily at his back, loudly too. He does. It gives me brief mirth as I turn to keep walking to the luxury store area of the Garden District. I now have two reasons to visit a jeweler which is a sign if ever I felt one.
As I walk, I jiggle the necklace in my hand gently. Frowning as I walk and think.
Along this pathway, the direct line from Palladium to Trinity Jewelers, I pass all the dump sites for the bodies. Stopping at each one and examining it in the fading light, where the windows are, where the gas lamps are. Jingling gets louder and I realise it's not my necklace.
An expensive carriage is rolled past on quietly greased wheel axles and horses that are shod for the snow, it goes past just with faint jingling and the expected horse hooves.
A brief stop would cause a moving blockade and a privacy wall all in one. Lean out, place her down - keep rolling. Shit. It could be anyone with money and access to a carriage, or even just a carriage service.
My mood is darker than the sky as I trudge towards the glittering glass windows and bright painted signs of the boutiques. Some already closed for the day, others lighting lamps and candles and preparing for evening trade. I hope Trinity is one of those places prepared for it, or I'll be kicking a door in.