Post by amaie on Jul 31, 2010 20:36:57 GMT -5
Tyr caught the pouch one handed. On the way to her, she had lessened the pull of gravity between it and the earth a little to reduce it's weight. This facet of her power wouldn't show a glow for but an instant as she sliced, then it would disappear entirely. The only other sign that she had done anything would be the arc that stuttered in the middle, softening just before she grabbed the pouch. She opened it and pulled out the kitty knuckles from it, and attached them to the front of her skirt in place of a belt buckle. The reduced weight was the normal for her when she was in possession of the bag, and it felt true, surely none of the steel bearings had been removed from it whilst it was out of her sight.
That was a really good thing, because if they had been, she'd probably fly off the handle again and maybe bring down the building around the ears of Tamesis's underlings. It wouldn't be that hard, she'd just start with the front of the building, and increase it's pull toward the world, just at the bottom of the building, turning the foundation to powder and splinters. As it fell she'd work her way inward until she could see the building on the other side of the far street. All was well with her cache of ammo though, so those actions weren't necessary.
Tyr did enter first, knowing it was not chivalry that was driving his actions. She wondered if he'd ever trust her again after the insanity that had put small windows through a few of the inner walls of his organization's building. She supposed not, though she was pretty sure that if he didn't do anything to purposely annoy her, he'd be the safest he'd ever been in life when she was around. She slid along the carriage's seat Skirting her feet around his bag of weapons. She slid until she was sitting next to the far side's door, so he could just use the door that was already open.
Tyr waited inside the carriage. It was a pretty rich carriage as things were, since she was used to accompanying merchant caravans as a guard when she was traveling. She didn't pay for traveling too often, she was payed for traveling between jobs. Not much of course, but it was better than paying a heavy fee for moving from one place to another. She had been payed to kill many more people than she ever had in all her assassination jobs when she was traveling. She was also payed oh so much less for each body whilst as well, far less than any one city job for all her traveling. They were mainly brigands and land pirates that she had killed, and it didn't bring as much joy to destroy them, than a single hapless soldier or noble when she was on one of those jobs in the city.
She never heard the whisper that he uttered, nor was she able to read minds, that he was sick of his father's games. Nor would it matter that much to her at this time. It just wasn't of importance to her as it stood now. If he asked, though, She would accompany the fun of him confronting his father, and help the bastard cut his father's games short. Of course that would be after he completed the job that she had given him, the quest to ascertain her origins.
That was a really good thing, because if they had been, she'd probably fly off the handle again and maybe bring down the building around the ears of Tamesis's underlings. It wouldn't be that hard, she'd just start with the front of the building, and increase it's pull toward the world, just at the bottom of the building, turning the foundation to powder and splinters. As it fell she'd work her way inward until she could see the building on the other side of the far street. All was well with her cache of ammo though, so those actions weren't necessary.
Tyr did enter first, knowing it was not chivalry that was driving his actions. She wondered if he'd ever trust her again after the insanity that had put small windows through a few of the inner walls of his organization's building. She supposed not, though she was pretty sure that if he didn't do anything to purposely annoy her, he'd be the safest he'd ever been in life when she was around. She slid along the carriage's seat Skirting her feet around his bag of weapons. She slid until she was sitting next to the far side's door, so he could just use the door that was already open.
Tyr waited inside the carriage. It was a pretty rich carriage as things were, since she was used to accompanying merchant caravans as a guard when she was traveling. She didn't pay for traveling too often, she was payed for traveling between jobs. Not much of course, but it was better than paying a heavy fee for moving from one place to another. She had been payed to kill many more people than she ever had in all her assassination jobs when she was traveling. She was also payed oh so much less for each body whilst as well, far less than any one city job for all her traveling. They were mainly brigands and land pirates that she had killed, and it didn't bring as much joy to destroy them, than a single hapless soldier or noble when she was on one of those jobs in the city.
She never heard the whisper that he uttered, nor was she able to read minds, that he was sick of his father's games. Nor would it matter that much to her at this time. It just wasn't of importance to her as it stood now. If he asked, though, She would accompany the fun of him confronting his father, and help the bastard cut his father's games short. Of course that would be after he completed the job that she had given him, the quest to ascertain her origins.
