08-02-2013, 07:06 PM
Just getting to the door had been tough, but Aria was glad to feel the cool air brush against her skin in the back alley way her and Rune had entered headquarters through. Aria leaned against the wall and pulled every ounce of strength into her with a single breath. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Aria thought of a single flame in her mind and pushed every emotion into that one little flame. She imagined pieces of paper withering and dying in the flame and then when all were gone there was nothing but her and the flame. It was peace and she was thankful her father had taught her the little trick. He had intended it only for weapons training. It was just an intense form of mediation but it worked wonders to still the emotions of others and her own when she was fried.
Aria pulled the cold technology from her pocket and started to figure out how it worked. She had never owned one personally and rarely did she have the chance to use one. Technology was not foreign to her, but she had never actually owned a piece herself. Aria found the power button and waited as it ran through it's start up sequence. Aria sighed when it was taking longer than she liked. She put it back in her pocket and pulled out the smaller packaged that was meant for her handler. She knew she shouldn't read it, but since she was her own handler now, why not?
Aria pulled out a pocket knife from her pocket and slit the packing tape. The emptiness started to shake around her as her nerves started to rise. What was there to be nervous about? Surely it was only instructions. A small envelope was nestled on top of a wooden box. Aria opened the letter.
Aria read the letter a second time and her anger rose inside her as she read one sentence again. "My bones worry for her as if she were my own." Confusion and anger blended together and the emptiness that Aria had worked so hard to obtain came crashing down around her. Aria sank to the ground in mass of tears.
The world flew by as Aria cried in the alley behind the Baccarat Mansion. Aria was roused from her tears as her wallet beeped in her pocket. Aria wiped away the nearly dried tears from her eyes, there tears had stopped flowing but Aria still felt miserable. She pulled out the small piece of tech and looked at the flashing screens. There was a single message blinking back at her. But through the screen Aria saw the wooden box. Aria laid the wallet onto the large cardboard box and and pulled out the wooden one.
It was a piece of fine craftsmanship. It was made out of very old mahogany with gold hinges and clasp. There was a picture of an ourboros on the top. Aria ran her fingers over the top and undid the clasp slowly. The inside was lined with red velvet. Aria looked at the object that laid gently in the box. Aria started to cry as she picked it up. She hated that thing. The wooden stick used by her father. It was both a punishment and a reward. But it was the only means by which he ever touched Aria. On end was covered with a small rubber tip that was to simulate a finger. Aria smiled whenever her father use to use it to brush a stray hair from her check. But he wasn't her father and her anger rose wiping away all memories of fondness. She remembered being slapped by the other end as if she were bug under a fly swatter. It often reminded her of one. Aria threw the box against the opposite wall. The box shattered into several pieces but the little wooden stick just bounced happily on the ground.
Aria gathered her things in a hurry and left the alley way. Her wallet slipped to the ground in her haste. It danced on the ground and when Aria hurriedly picked it up found it to be humming along as if nothing had happened. Aria breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the message that sat waiting in her inbox.
It was her first mission but it wasn't solo, others were involved, but thankfully they had provided a location to work from. Aria was thankful for that, she punched the address into the gps of the wallet and started her journey. Technology was a great thing. It even showed her the train route to take so she didn't have to walk the whole way.
This time Aria carefully gathered her things and started for the nearest train. On the train Aria found a seat and pulled herself together before she got any where near people she'd actually be staying with. Aria was both looking forward to it and not. She had never lived with anyone before, her room consisted of a bed, a computer to work from and the accompanying desk and chair.
By the time she reached the end of her line she was not impressed with the neighborhood. People watched her every move. She could sense their disdain and their demeanor was not always pleasant. Aria took in a gulp of fresh air, but was saddened when it tasted stale and left over. It was going to be a rough night. But Aria had a hunt to look forward to. Even the bad things that had been happening surely could not overpower the thrill of the hunt. She smiled at the thought. The address blinked in her view, she had arrived. When Aria looked up she saw the back of the woman she'd met earlier and a man lounging on a chair on the porch. Aria could feel the air of discord. Aria didn't want to get in the way. She stayed at the edge of the street and watched. She steeled herself in her personal bubble and would wait out the emotions. Aria muttered to herself a prayer to help her through. She was fried, her emotions ragged in her own body, the entire neighborhood reeked of trouble. She took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn't pass out from the pain of it all.
Edited by Aria, Aug 2 2013, 07:07 PM.
Aria pulled the cold technology from her pocket and started to figure out how it worked. She had never owned one personally and rarely did she have the chance to use one. Technology was not foreign to her, but she had never actually owned a piece herself. Aria found the power button and waited as it ran through it's start up sequence. Aria sighed when it was taking longer than she liked. She put it back in her pocket and pulled out the smaller packaged that was meant for her handler. She knew she shouldn't read it, but since she was her own handler now, why not?
Aria pulled out a pocket knife from her pocket and slit the packing tape. The emptiness started to shake around her as her nerves started to rise. What was there to be nervous about? Surely it was only instructions. A small envelope was nestled on top of a wooden box. Aria opened the letter.
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My Dear Colleague,
I do hope that Father Stone has discouraged you from mentoring Aria. She is far younger than her age and that is my fault, but she is a capable hunter and given the chance a far better use in the greater world if we could only just let her go. I am getting far to old to run this child around. My bones worry for her as if she were my own.
I have enclosed a tool to help you handle the child. She is more fearful of it than anything else I could ever imagine. The child thrives for human contact, but she cannot handle the mere brushing of your fingers against her skin. Use it to safe guard yourself from her. While it can destroy her control, touching her lets her know more about you than you will ever want her to know.
Care for her and watch over her.
Father Dimitri
Aria read the letter a second time and her anger rose inside her as she read one sentence again. "My bones worry for her as if she were my own." Confusion and anger blended together and the emptiness that Aria had worked so hard to obtain came crashing down around her. Aria sank to the ground in mass of tears.
The world flew by as Aria cried in the alley behind the Baccarat Mansion. Aria was roused from her tears as her wallet beeped in her pocket. Aria wiped away the nearly dried tears from her eyes, there tears had stopped flowing but Aria still felt miserable. She pulled out the small piece of tech and looked at the flashing screens. There was a single message blinking back at her. But through the screen Aria saw the wooden box. Aria laid the wallet onto the large cardboard box and and pulled out the wooden one.
It was a piece of fine craftsmanship. It was made out of very old mahogany with gold hinges and clasp. There was a picture of an ourboros on the top. Aria ran her fingers over the top and undid the clasp slowly. The inside was lined with red velvet. Aria looked at the object that laid gently in the box. Aria started to cry as she picked it up. She hated that thing. The wooden stick used by her father. It was both a punishment and a reward. But it was the only means by which he ever touched Aria. On end was covered with a small rubber tip that was to simulate a finger. Aria smiled whenever her father use to use it to brush a stray hair from her check. But he wasn't her father and her anger rose wiping away all memories of fondness. She remembered being slapped by the other end as if she were bug under a fly swatter. It often reminded her of one. Aria threw the box against the opposite wall. The box shattered into several pieces but the little wooden stick just bounced happily on the ground.
Aria gathered her things in a hurry and left the alley way. Her wallet slipped to the ground in her haste. It danced on the ground and when Aria hurriedly picked it up found it to be humming along as if nothing had happened. Aria breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the message that sat waiting in her inbox.
It was her first mission but it wasn't solo, others were involved, but thankfully they had provided a location to work from. Aria was thankful for that, she punched the address into the gps of the wallet and started her journey. Technology was a great thing. It even showed her the train route to take so she didn't have to walk the whole way.
This time Aria carefully gathered her things and started for the nearest train. On the train Aria found a seat and pulled herself together before she got any where near people she'd actually be staying with. Aria was both looking forward to it and not. She had never lived with anyone before, her room consisted of a bed, a computer to work from and the accompanying desk and chair.
By the time she reached the end of her line she was not impressed with the neighborhood. People watched her every move. She could sense their disdain and their demeanor was not always pleasant. Aria took in a gulp of fresh air, but was saddened when it tasted stale and left over. It was going to be a rough night. But Aria had a hunt to look forward to. Even the bad things that had been happening surely could not overpower the thrill of the hunt. She smiled at the thought. The address blinked in her view, she had arrived. When Aria looked up she saw the back of the woman she'd met earlier and a man lounging on a chair on the porch. Aria could feel the air of discord. Aria didn't want to get in the way. She stayed at the edge of the street and watched. She steeled herself in her personal bubble and would wait out the emotions. Aria muttered to herself a prayer to help her through. She was fried, her emotions ragged in her own body, the entire neighborhood reeked of trouble. She took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn't pass out from the pain of it all.
Edited by Aria, Aug 2 2013, 07:07 PM.