06-01-2020, 10:42 PM
Nhysa was a connoisseur of fear. It was such a useful tool in her line of work. But if it was also one she usually took no pleasure in wielding (the wielding of other tools, yes), she certainly knew when to recognise its tells in the face of another. By the tilt of her head she was faintly surprised to see it in Tan Li. Not that the last few moments had not fired her own blood hot, but she supposed the ruthlessness of her training crafted a different beast than the artifice of Hollywood.
Of course, the creatures had not exactly attacked her, and neither had she been strangled to unconsciousness mere moments ago in the theoretical hope it might prise one free. She was rather glad it had worked, of course; she would have been disappointed to see him die.
She pressed her hand over top his where he touched his head. Nhysa was not generally concerned with cleaning up, nor even really the mystery of why the shadows had insisted on her presence. “It clearly found you delicious.” She smirked. The shine in her eyes suggested she might also be hungry, but she was content to box the desire up and save it for later. Such voracious appetites would probably not be satisfied with a man who did indeed look like he may need a nap.
Nhysa didn’t turn her body away from Li, but she did finally turn her consideration to the girl, once more at his behest. At the Almaz there had been some strange sense of connection. Perhaps just the kindred nature of the power, and not really enough to stir any sense of obligation, but she did sigh then, and twisted to watch the strange gathering as though they were a rabble of rambunctious children who had gotten too rough with their play.
Now that the crowds had dispersed and she could really see, she was bemused to find the man she had presumed for ex-military among them, and bowed over like he had sustained injury. A body sprawled on the ground, dead or maybe unconscious, and the boy still cackled like he was disturbed in the head. The girl herself was barely recognisable, and yet still managing to shoot daggers from the swollen slits of her eyes. From her limited experience, Nhysa doubted she would be able to command power under the duress of such extensive injuries in order to spark confrontation anew, but it certainly looked like she might try.
“I… suppose,” Nhysa conceded. Her lips pursed, but then she shrugged. “I will take her to Ilya, and then I will take you home.” A hospital would ask questions, and a doctor such as he might be able to do more for her than ordinary means. Plus, he would ask far fewer questions, nor be disturbed that Nhysa planned to dust her palms and leave her there.
Of course, the creatures had not exactly attacked her, and neither had she been strangled to unconsciousness mere moments ago in the theoretical hope it might prise one free. She was rather glad it had worked, of course; she would have been disappointed to see him die.
She pressed her hand over top his where he touched his head. Nhysa was not generally concerned with cleaning up, nor even really the mystery of why the shadows had insisted on her presence. “It clearly found you delicious.” She smirked. The shine in her eyes suggested she might also be hungry, but she was content to box the desire up and save it for later. Such voracious appetites would probably not be satisfied with a man who did indeed look like he may need a nap.
Nhysa didn’t turn her body away from Li, but she did finally turn her consideration to the girl, once more at his behest. At the Almaz there had been some strange sense of connection. Perhaps just the kindred nature of the power, and not really enough to stir any sense of obligation, but she did sigh then, and twisted to watch the strange gathering as though they were a rabble of rambunctious children who had gotten too rough with their play.
Now that the crowds had dispersed and she could really see, she was bemused to find the man she had presumed for ex-military among them, and bowed over like he had sustained injury. A body sprawled on the ground, dead or maybe unconscious, and the boy still cackled like he was disturbed in the head. The girl herself was barely recognisable, and yet still managing to shoot daggers from the swollen slits of her eyes. From her limited experience, Nhysa doubted she would be able to command power under the duress of such extensive injuries in order to spark confrontation anew, but it certainly looked like she might try.
“I… suppose,” Nhysa conceded. Her lips pursed, but then she shrugged. “I will take her to Ilya, and then I will take you home.” A hospital would ask questions, and a doctor such as he might be able to do more for her than ordinary means. Plus, he would ask far fewer questions, nor be disturbed that Nhysa planned to dust her palms and leave her there.