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demisemidemon) wrote2012-10-30 12:29 am
demisemidemon) wrote2012-10-30 12:29 am
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Her next few assignments are straightforward. Go to a town, kill a yoma, move on. Raki trails in her wake, bright-eyed and chattering.
He tosses and cries in his sleep sometimes. It's the only sign that he bawled and yelled about Clare killing Elena, that he saw her kill his brother, that he saw his parents' guts eaten, that he lives in this monster-ridden world of theirs. Most of the time, you'd never know.
Clare always knows when an assignment's going to be hard. Rubel smirks more than ever, and she knows to brace herself.
This time he's smirking a lot. Not quite as much as when he gave her Elena's black card, but close.
Go to the city of Rabona, he tells her. Gutless, mangled corpses have started turning up in the cathedral. One of the priests sent secretly to the organization requesting a warrior to come. He'll pay the fee, so Clare will go. That's how it works.
But --
"Yes," Rubel agrees. "Anything unnatural -- objects, tools, people -- is forbidden in the holy city of Rabona. Of course, that includes us Claymores."
Claymores is a word used by people who don't know what they're talking about. But that's the point, she supposes.
Rubel gives her a small sack of pills like little brown seeds. They'll suppress her yoki, he tells her, far more than she could herself. Enough to turn her silver eyes brown again. Each pill will last half a day.
There's a catch, of course. Suppressing her yoki power that far will cut off her own ability to sense the yoma. She'll be hidden, but blind. She'll have to search by deduction, and kill it blindly too.
Clare's a warrior made and owned by the organization. Yes is the only answer possible.
And people in Rabona are dying.
There are other items in her pack too. Clothing, supplies, even a method for hiding her sword. Clare doesn't know how Rubel acquired them, and it doesn't matter. She doesn't have to do any of that. She just walks, Raki tagging at her heels, and does the job she's been given.
In two weeks, a pale young woman (brown-eyed and demure) presents herself at the gate of Rabona with her brown-eyed younger brother in tow. They're traders in antiques, selling the last goods of their deceased father: a few trinkets, a large and graceful statue of a praying woman.
The guards let them in. An innkeeper rents them a room. Two human siblings, no sword in sight -- why wouldn't they?
He tosses and cries in his sleep sometimes. It's the only sign that he bawled and yelled about Clare killing Elena, that he saw her kill his brother, that he saw his parents' guts eaten, that he lives in this monster-ridden world of theirs. Most of the time, you'd never know.
Clare always knows when an assignment's going to be hard. Rubel smirks more than ever, and she knows to brace herself.
This time he's smirking a lot. Not quite as much as when he gave her Elena's black card, but close.
Go to the city of Rabona, he tells her. Gutless, mangled corpses have started turning up in the cathedral. One of the priests sent secretly to the organization requesting a warrior to come. He'll pay the fee, so Clare will go. That's how it works.
But --
"Yes," Rubel agrees. "Anything unnatural -- objects, tools, people -- is forbidden in the holy city of Rabona. Of course, that includes us Claymores."
Claymores is a word used by people who don't know what they're talking about. But that's the point, she supposes.
Rubel gives her a small sack of pills like little brown seeds. They'll suppress her yoki, he tells her, far more than she could herself. Enough to turn her silver eyes brown again. Each pill will last half a day.
There's a catch, of course. Suppressing her yoki power that far will cut off her own ability to sense the yoma. She'll be hidden, but blind. She'll have to search by deduction, and kill it blindly too.
Clare's a warrior made and owned by the organization. Yes is the only answer possible.
And people in Rabona are dying.
There are other items in her pack too. Clothing, supplies, even a method for hiding her sword. Clare doesn't know how Rubel acquired them, and it doesn't matter. She doesn't have to do any of that. She just walks, Raki tagging at her heels, and does the job she's been given.
In two weeks, a pale young woman (brown-eyed and demure) presents herself at the gate of Rabona with her brown-eyed younger brother in tow. They're traders in antiques, selling the last goods of their deceased father: a few trinkets, a large and graceful statue of a praying woman.
The guards let them in. An innkeeper rents them a room. Two human siblings, no sword in sight -- why wouldn't they?