The Worldly Wonders of Missteps [Closed]
Apr 28, 2013 17:53:38 GMT -6
Post by Mel on Apr 28, 2013 17:53:38 GMT -6
Mel frowned, tugging idly on the tips of her ears as she sat beside the mountain of a man inside the small church that he had insisted they stop in. She had of course no interest in doing such a thing at all, but Joel had insisted, and she did not have very much of a choice with his version of insistence. It was odd how seriously he took all of it, giving her a long speech about how to conduct herself which were all once again, suggestions.
It was getting tiring how he was watching over her like a hawk, she was perfectly capable of fending for herself, how could such a thing even come into question. It would be better just to stab him in the back and simply be done with him, far better. It was all his fault that she had failed to get the best of that buffoon back in the capitol, though there was a battle or the like it had nothing to do with her! Obviously!
Icy eyes glared down at her lap as she continued to pinch and pull at the pointed tips under her hood, trying to find the silver crack of a lining in it all. The horrid church's air reeked with the chocking scent of incense, if she didn't get a breath of fresh air soon she was going to...Why wait? Slowly she raised her eyes, letting them dart about the room grabbing up the little tidbits of information that she could pull from it. The priests were engaged with something up at the head of the room, leaving a small door unattended, they all obviously had to live there, no other places possible about that they had passed. Religious artifacts were always worth a pretty penny, no matter how much they were actually valued the belief of its value always took the head.
Carefully she shifted in her seat, pressing her palms to the bench and glancing at Joel as she slipped silently towards the door. The girl would be back before he even noticed she had gone, not a single bump in the road to be seen, priests were basically men in dresses, harmless like a butterfly. The odds were not exactly fair but why would she bat an eye at their plight. It would teach them to be more cautious in the future.
Silently she slipped through the side door, taking a long look about before pressing herself up to the wall and creeping along, listening intently and catching the soft crackle of paper that made her freeze. Someone was about, why had she not considered it before? Joel was making her lose her touch. It was obviously Zero and the buffoon from before's fault as well.
With little tact she grabbed a simple vase sitting on a pedestal along the hall and placed it over her shoulder, the flowers and water pouring down her back and seeping through the floorboards. A soft sound of the shifting of fabric met her ears, and the gentle footfalls drew closer, a young priest with large brown eyes and unruly red hair turning the corner to investigate the sound.
She broke it over his head, at satisfying ping echoing through the hall as it shattered and he uttered a gasp and fell to the floor dramatically, palm resting on his forehead. He deserved a knife in the neck! Yet...with the man mountain about it was not something to risk just yet. Once he was offed the whole world would open back up to her, but on to bigger and better things for now.
Letting out of a soft sigh she turned the corner, peering into the doorway she passed and making sure it was vacant before slipping in and closing the door. It was a bedroom, a small table and chair in the corner with a few books and scrolls scattered across the top. Knowledge was useful, and profitable when whispered to the right ears, yet something told her that anything she would find in those scrolls would be worthless. Instead she busied herself with the trunk in the corner, pawing through the clothes and the books to find a small purse filled with a meager amount of money. It was rather disappointing a sum, so much work for so little payout, there had to be something else...somewhere.
It was getting tiring how he was watching over her like a hawk, she was perfectly capable of fending for herself, how could such a thing even come into question. It would be better just to stab him in the back and simply be done with him, far better. It was all his fault that she had failed to get the best of that buffoon back in the capitol, though there was a battle or the like it had nothing to do with her! Obviously!
Icy eyes glared down at her lap as she continued to pinch and pull at the pointed tips under her hood, trying to find the silver crack of a lining in it all. The horrid church's air reeked with the chocking scent of incense, if she didn't get a breath of fresh air soon she was going to...Why wait? Slowly she raised her eyes, letting them dart about the room grabbing up the little tidbits of information that she could pull from it. The priests were engaged with something up at the head of the room, leaving a small door unattended, they all obviously had to live there, no other places possible about that they had passed. Religious artifacts were always worth a pretty penny, no matter how much they were actually valued the belief of its value always took the head.
Carefully she shifted in her seat, pressing her palms to the bench and glancing at Joel as she slipped silently towards the door. The girl would be back before he even noticed she had gone, not a single bump in the road to be seen, priests were basically men in dresses, harmless like a butterfly. The odds were not exactly fair but why would she bat an eye at their plight. It would teach them to be more cautious in the future.
Silently she slipped through the side door, taking a long look about before pressing herself up to the wall and creeping along, listening intently and catching the soft crackle of paper that made her freeze. Someone was about, why had she not considered it before? Joel was making her lose her touch. It was obviously Zero and the buffoon from before's fault as well.
With little tact she grabbed a simple vase sitting on a pedestal along the hall and placed it over her shoulder, the flowers and water pouring down her back and seeping through the floorboards. A soft sound of the shifting of fabric met her ears, and the gentle footfalls drew closer, a young priest with large brown eyes and unruly red hair turning the corner to investigate the sound.
She broke it over his head, at satisfying ping echoing through the hall as it shattered and he uttered a gasp and fell to the floor dramatically, palm resting on his forehead. He deserved a knife in the neck! Yet...with the man mountain about it was not something to risk just yet. Once he was offed the whole world would open back up to her, but on to bigger and better things for now.
Letting out of a soft sigh she turned the corner, peering into the doorway she passed and making sure it was vacant before slipping in and closing the door. It was a bedroom, a small table and chair in the corner with a few books and scrolls scattered across the top. Knowledge was useful, and profitable when whispered to the right ears, yet something told her that anything she would find in those scrolls would be worthless. Instead she busied herself with the trunk in the corner, pawing through the clothes and the books to find a small purse filled with a meager amount of money. It was rather disappointing a sum, so much work for so little payout, there had to be something else...somewhere.