Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#47
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"Okay... stay close to me, I guess." This is how you bodyguard, right? By leading the client right into danger?
Further down the hill, Tsae can see nefarious figures swarming over the wheat-fields, stamping down the crops and dragging off the cows, hooting and jeering all the while.
What is even the point? She carefully perches herself on the ledge above the lowest tier, crossing her arms and watching the chaos for a moment. It takes them way too long to notice her.
"Hey, you got a problem, little girl? Liable to get yourself dead real quick if you and your friend don't clear out!" Bolstered by their numbers -- three at this end -- they make various threatening gestures in Tsaerri's direction.
She calls down to them in a resigned voice. "Look, you really don't have to die here. It's seriously not worth it. Just go back... wherever it is you came from... and we'll pretend we never saw you, okay?"
They begin laughing and advancing on her. Like idiots.
"Seriously? A five-foot girl in a blindfold threatens your life and think it's a joke? I mean, either I'm totally insane or you're all about to die horribly. Are you really confident in those odds?"
They look confused for a moment, but manage to shore up their resolve with a few pats on the back and some unimaginative innuendos thrown her direction.
Tsaerri turns to Ed briefly and shrugs. "I tried. Make sure that goes in your report to Skaeye." And with a devilish smile, "Enjoy the show."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-23-2015, 09:02 PM
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