01-12-2018, 10:53 AM
She turned the corner and relaxed her grip on her gun- not completely. But she was out of the kill zone anyway. The face that greeted her was unique, as was the accented English.
The woman was tall and had mostly Asian features. Pretty. There were some other elements that tickled at her mind- some similarity to some of Native Americans she had met in her travels especially in the North- though the differences were as strong as those similarities. She wore leather cords around her neck and wrists with various trinkets and her arms contained ink in various patterns.
Atharim were always a varied and independent lot- at least those not mired in Europe and tightly bound to the orthodox leadership. Which was gone, as far as she knew. They were all adrift, really. She and Yoshi were high ranking, they and the other Archangel members, now that Barovsky was dead too. But what did that even mean any more with Regus dead? She could commandeer a group like they had just done. And they could do good work she supposed, that way. But she never wanted to be a leader. Pack leader, hunt leader, yes. But always temporary.
Who knew. Maybe they had some succession plan or something. Some second. Or maybe someone would try to take control. Thunderdome. She had come for the Archangels and for Regus. Now....she wasn't sure what she was doing anymore.
She dropped her gun. She was still ready, but already the feeling of threat leeched out of her. Energy too. She was tired. And sore. And hurt. And just wanted a fucking drink.
"Hi. Jacinda Cross."
She gave no further title. As far as she was concerned, they were all Atharim hunters. And she felt stupid saying Archangel or something. First canticle this. Jeez, Regus had a thing for names.
She felt a mental and emotional tiredness wash over her. Her usual bravado felt forced now. That whole hunt for Nox seeming like an attempt to act as if everything were normal. Clearly, things weren't. Not that she had any intention of baring her soul. No one got that. Not for a long time.
She smiled friendly like and sighed. "Didn't mean to startle you like that. I thought this safe-house was empty. Was just looking for a place to hole up for a while and recover."
She didn't say from what. The girl looked strong and fit. Definitely a hunter, rather than a squint. She would recognize the look.
"Hope you don't mind if I take a short break here. I won't be in your hair long."
She had wanted to be alone but wasn't in the mood for a fight over territory or anything. Being around strangers was better when you wanted to be alone anyway than with friends.
She knew the niceties anyway. Hunters feeling each other out was part of the way of things. Still, safehouses belonged to them all. She limped to the fridge and opened it, looking for a cold beer or something. No luck. But in the cabinets she found some tequila. Good. She grabbed a coffee mug- the container didn't matter in the slightest- and poured a healthy shot or three. Took a long pull, feeling the burn down her throat. Warmth seemed to seep into her skin and she felt tingles in her scalp. She sighed, the twinge in her back and ribs momentarily lessening. She wasn't sure how many cuts or bruises she wore. And her hair and face were probably covered in cuts and dust.
She wasn't gonna go take a shower or get patched up or anything until she had a better read on this girl. Being indisposed in the bath was a bad idea if she turned out to be a threat.
"Ahhh....that's better. It's been a rough night."
She raised an eyebrow and gave a half-smile. "You want one?"
Edited by Jacinda, Jan 12 2018, 08:11 PM.
The woman was tall and had mostly Asian features. Pretty. There were some other elements that tickled at her mind- some similarity to some of Native Americans she had met in her travels especially in the North- though the differences were as strong as those similarities. She wore leather cords around her neck and wrists with various trinkets and her arms contained ink in various patterns.
Atharim were always a varied and independent lot- at least those not mired in Europe and tightly bound to the orthodox leadership. Which was gone, as far as she knew. They were all adrift, really. She and Yoshi were high ranking, they and the other Archangel members, now that Barovsky was dead too. But what did that even mean any more with Regus dead? She could commandeer a group like they had just done. And they could do good work she supposed, that way. But she never wanted to be a leader. Pack leader, hunt leader, yes. But always temporary.
Who knew. Maybe they had some succession plan or something. Some second. Or maybe someone would try to take control. Thunderdome. She had come for the Archangels and for Regus. Now....she wasn't sure what she was doing anymore.
She dropped her gun. She was still ready, but already the feeling of threat leeched out of her. Energy too. She was tired. And sore. And hurt. And just wanted a fucking drink.
"Hi. Jacinda Cross."
She gave no further title. As far as she was concerned, they were all Atharim hunters. And she felt stupid saying Archangel or something. First canticle this. Jeez, Regus had a thing for names.
She felt a mental and emotional tiredness wash over her. Her usual bravado felt forced now. That whole hunt for Nox seeming like an attempt to act as if everything were normal. Clearly, things weren't. Not that she had any intention of baring her soul. No one got that. Not for a long time.
She smiled friendly like and sighed. "Didn't mean to startle you like that. I thought this safe-house was empty. Was just looking for a place to hole up for a while and recover."
She didn't say from what. The girl looked strong and fit. Definitely a hunter, rather than a squint. She would recognize the look.
"Hope you don't mind if I take a short break here. I won't be in your hair long."
She had wanted to be alone but wasn't in the mood for a fight over territory or anything. Being around strangers was better when you wanted to be alone anyway than with friends.
She knew the niceties anyway. Hunters feeling each other out was part of the way of things. Still, safehouses belonged to them all. She limped to the fridge and opened it, looking for a cold beer or something. No luck. But in the cabinets she found some tequila. Good. She grabbed a coffee mug- the container didn't matter in the slightest- and poured a healthy shot or three. Took a long pull, feeling the burn down her throat. Warmth seemed to seep into her skin and she felt tingles in her scalp. She sighed, the twinge in her back and ribs momentarily lessening. She wasn't sure how many cuts or bruises she wore. And her hair and face were probably covered in cuts and dust.
She wasn't gonna go take a shower or get patched up or anything until she had a better read on this girl. Being indisposed in the bath was a bad idea if she turned out to be a threat.
"Ahhh....that's better. It's been a rough night."
She raised an eyebrow and gave a half-smile. "You want one?"
Edited by Jacinda, Jan 12 2018, 08:11 PM.