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A naive Black Jeweled witch has destroyed the Territory Court. From its ashes a new court is being constructed, one run by a manipulative killer. As the blood runs in the streets of Goth from open gang warfare, the Steward of Little Terreille begins a gambit to rebuild the Territory from the ground up and challenge the Star of Kaeleer.
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Author Topic: It's A Vicious Little World That We Live In  (Read 206 times)

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Offline Rain Ardelean

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It's A Vicious Little World That We Live In
« on: Sep 27, 19, 10:37:41 AM »
The spidersilk slid through her fingers easily, cool like water at first, until the heat from her body warmed it. The filament curled, twisted, and straightened as she worked it into the spindles, readying it for use later. The scent of pine, captured from forests far from Little Terreille, lingered in the air, emanating from the oil diffuser in the corner of the room. Next to it, also powered by a small bit of Craft, a small fountain tumbled water over rocks over and over, creating a peaceful, quiet haven of a workshop.

Beyond that haven, the bustle of the clinic – and the world beyond it – crashed against the locked door, seeking entry like water poking at cracks, but she knew her Craft. The Shields that protected others from hearing her within also worked to keep her from hearing most of them. While Rain was in her workshop, she was to be left alone. That was the rule of the clinic. If Rain wanted to participate in something, she would emerge from her haven. The only person who had immunity to this rule was Braelynn, since she owned the clinic and Rain owed her a debt.

For an hour, she worked in this solitude, until her spindles were refilled and ready to be used to create a new batch of spells. Rain uncurled herself from her seat and stretched her arms and legs meticulously. After rotating her neck and shoulders, she released the locks and Shields on the door and stepped out of her haven.

Rain could hear the voice of Marissa, the office manager, talking a few rooms ahead to Braelynn. They seemed to be scheduling something, or talking about the logistics of something at least, and, out of paranoid curiosity, Rain drifted in that direction. She peeked around the corner into the room, then leaned her lithe frame against the door, letting the two women know that she was clearly there and available for input.

They seemed to be talking about a house visit for a woman whose lover had been a little too…rough…with her. There was a child involved too. And as the details came out, Rain’s hazel eyes narrowed and hardened. It was a story they heard often enough in their line of work but it still raised great emotion within Rain. She could relate to women like that, still, even though she was in relative safety now.

Well, as safe as she could be in the shadow of a Black Jewel and on the run from three gangs.

Idly, Rain fingered her Green Jewel, feeling the layers of spells that protected it as best as she knew how, letting it calm her. Her workshop and apartment had the same thick layering of protection. Some of those same spells could be found in Braelynn’s clinic as well, to a much lesser degree though. Rain was of no use to Braelynn healing-wise so she made her keep in protection and cleansing spells. Despite all of the pain and trauma that came into the clinic, it was as psychically sterile as it was physically clean, as though it had never experience an ounce of trouble.

Eventually, Rain asked, “Where are we going?” as she lifted her hazel eyes to meet Braelynn’s gaze, certain that her cleansing skills would be needed for whatever Braelynn and Marissa were planning.

Offline Braelyn Davenport

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Re: It's A Vicious Little World That We Live In
« Reply #1 on: Sep 30, 19, 07:17:02 PM »
“You know you have to do this Brae.”

Her office manager’s voice was firm. And truthfully, Braelyn didn’t disagree. Lady Amalya Korsen and her new daughter needed her. It was just…what if Lord Alade was there? Would the aggressive Warlord even allow Braelyn in their flat to tend to his woman?

“Can’t we send someone to bring them here?" The dark haired Healer hated the hint of a whine that crept into her voice despite her efforts to keep her tone even.

"Braelyn!"

Marissa only said Braelyn’s name, but her tone was enough to cause the to Healer flush in shame, her skin darkening further when she realized Rain was standing in the doorway and had heard her.

If he's so rough with the woman he supposedly loves, what's to stop him from assaulting me? Braelyn didn't ask the question out loud. Rain knew about the Healer's fear of men – she'd have to be stupid to have not noticed it over the last couple of years. Rain was many things, but a stupid woman was not one of them. Braelyn didn't think her friend knew the why of her fear though; they were friends, yes, but their friendship was more that of two women who worked well together rather than one of deep emotional connection; neither woman was particularly willing to talk about their pasts.

"Marissa, do you think Lord Alade will still be there?" The older woman just shrugged as if to say 'and how would I know that?'

Braelyn turned to face Rain completely to answer her question. "A runner came to tell me Lady Amalya is not…recovering from birthing her daughter the way she should and ask that I come see her." This time at least she kept the waver out of her voice.

“Would you be willing to come Rain? You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Offline Rain Ardelean

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Re: It's A Vicious Little World That We Live In
« Reply #2 on: Oct 25, 19, 03:05:48 PM »
Though Rain did not know why Braelyn was so hesitant to deal with males, she did not judge her for it. Rain had often been on the receiving end of stupid decisions made by men so she knew that mean streaks and other dumbfuckery ran amok within that gender. And while the Blood revered the female gender more, it didn’t mean that it protected them from those mean streaks. Braelyn wasn’t alone in her concerns – she just exhibited them a bit more than most.

She fingered her Green Jewel idly still as she listened to Marissa and Braelyn talk further on the situation. When Braelyn asked Rain if she would be willing to come with her, Rain gave her one nod and said, “You know I’ll protect you.” It wasn’t said with bravado or confidence, just a simple agreement between the two women. Rain wore the Green and was a Black Widow. Braelyn’s Purple Dusk and gentler Healer Caste made her more vulnerable. People who didn’t know Rain thought that her quietude meant that she was a passive person, but there was a ferocity that was kept caged within her – and it came out when certain people were threatened.

Rain didn’t address the possibility of it making her uncomfortable. Her comfort wasn’t on the table here. She had her weight to pull in this clinic and she would. “Give me a few moments to get my supplies,” she told Braelyn and then she disappeared back into her workshop.

The bracelet that went around her wrist altered her appearance just enough to look not like her but not so jarringly different. There was also a Shield spell in it, set to trigger with three taps on the tiny jewel in the center. The one she would offer Braelyn would do the same. Rain packed webs that would cleanse the walls of psychic trauma and a few webs that could wrap around an attacker and cause them to be momentarily blinded. The last spell Rain packed was a death spell.

Thus armed, she kissed her son on the head, told him to stay in his little protected playroom, and then went to meet Braelyn in the main area of the clinic. “I’m ready,” she said softly. She offered the bracelet to Braelyn. It was something she had seen before, an item offered often enough to not be a surprise. She waited for Braelynn to make the decision to depart and quietly worried about Dorian being out of her protective reach for the time being.