So it's the bastard child of a hydralisk, an Alien style xenomorph, and a bug from the Starship Troopers movie?
"Don't you have anything to actually do today?"
"Surprisingly, no. Ren's efficient that way. Besides, I wanted to personally make sure of something. Speaking of which ... don't you have anything to actually do today?"
"Pfft. She told me to keep an eye on you, didn't she?"
"How's Yumemiya?"
"She's got fortitude, I'll give her that. Kid was pretty much back to being alright this morning, or at least doing a damn good job of pretending."
"Mm. Ah, there we go. Mind letting me handle this one alone?"
"Wha ... _her_? That's why you ... you aren't going to?"
"... there's something that doesn't feel right about this. I was there when she left after being expelled. If there was any anger and viciousness there, it was totally overshadowed ... she's a mess of almost nothing but fear right now."
"You're saying it might not have been her?"
"I'm saying it's something to look into. Why take a risk?"
***
"Miya Clochette."
The former Coral spun around, tears still staining her cheeks. No need to try and hold her composure. After all, it was all over.
Expulsion ... shameful. But maybe it was worth it to get out from under her thumb.
A car to the station, a train ticket to Sand Port, and then another one to take her back home. She'd been on her way to the waiting area for that last and longest leg of her trip when the voice had called out her name ...
Red eyes glared at her.
***
"I take it back," Juliet said when she joined me on the way to the train that would take the two of us back to the city. "You can be pretty damn intimidating."
"No," I shook my head. "The word you're looking for isn't intimidating. It's homicidal."
She looked away. "So, what's the verdict?"
"She was being played," I replied. Then I shook my head. "The name Tomoe Marguerite mean anything to you?"
next: as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
"Don't you have anything to actually do today?"
"Surprisingly, no. Ren's efficient that way. Besides, I wanted to personally make sure of something. Speaking of which ... don't you have anything to actually do today?"
"Pfft. She told me to keep an eye on you, didn't she?"
"How's Yumemiya?"
"She's got fortitude, I'll give her that. Kid was pretty much back to being alright this morning, or at least doing a damn good job of pretending."
"Mm. Ah, there we go. Mind letting me handle this one alone?"
"Wha ... _her_? That's why you ... you aren't going to?"
"... there's something that doesn't feel right about this. I was there when she left after being expelled. If there was any anger and viciousness there, it was totally overshadowed ... she's a mess of almost nothing but fear right now."
"You're saying it might not have been her?"
"I'm saying it's something to look into. Why take a risk?"
***
"Miya Clochette."
The former Coral spun around, tears still staining her cheeks. No need to try and hold her composure. After all, it was all over.
Expulsion ... shameful. But maybe it was worth it to get out from under her thumb.
A car to the station, a train ticket to Sand Port, and then another one to take her back home. She'd been on her way to the waiting area for that last and longest leg of her trip when the voice had called out her name ...
Red eyes glared at her.
***
"I take it back," Juliet said when she joined me on the way to the train that would take the two of us back to the city. "You can be pretty damn intimidating."
"No," I shook my head. "The word you're looking for isn't intimidating. It's homicidal."
She looked away. "So, what's the verdict?"
"She was being played," I replied. Then I shook my head. "The name Tomoe Marguerite mean anything to you?"
next: as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm