06-06-2018, 04:49 PM
The girl- Amelia- seemed to reel and that put Jacinda on edge. She put her hand on the staves at her thigh and looked at Ten. She was quiet, but that seemed to be normal for her. This wasn't the time for joking- well, at least not for Ten. They weren't sitting at a table talking or watching people or walking in the market.
They were hunting a traitor. And a pack of drunks milled about as if they had won a war. Amelia pulled herself together and put together a story. Smart. Quick on her feet. While she had no doubt that there were others in the group (or in the rooms and abandoned buildings that dotted this neighborhood) that might see them as an easy bit of fun, the man taking the lead at least seemed to buy the story.
And then they all chimed in with what happened. Each version, of course, made them out to be the hero.
Still, it was enough. Aria was dead. Killed by channelers. That explained the smell. She remembered Nox and his tricks. Fire. Her back twinged- probably just at the memory- and she forced herself to ignore it and focus back on what had happened. So...Aria dead. And put into the ground.
Into the ground. She looked around, taking a few steps to cover each direction. The place was a dump, but there weren't any open sections of ground- no dirt patches or anything. Yet they all insisted.
Amelia was messing with her toys again. Jacinda kept an eye on the men though she was thinking. Where could they have stashed the body?
They were hunting a traitor. And a pack of drunks milled about as if they had won a war. Amelia pulled herself together and put together a story. Smart. Quick on her feet. While she had no doubt that there were others in the group (or in the rooms and abandoned buildings that dotted this neighborhood) that might see them as an easy bit of fun, the man taking the lead at least seemed to buy the story.
And then they all chimed in with what happened. Each version, of course, made them out to be the hero.
Still, it was enough. Aria was dead. Killed by channelers. That explained the smell. She remembered Nox and his tricks. Fire. Her back twinged- probably just at the memory- and she forced herself to ignore it and focus back on what had happened. So...Aria dead. And put into the ground.
Into the ground. She looked around, taking a few steps to cover each direction. The place was a dump, but there weren't any open sections of ground- no dirt patches or anything. Yet they all insisted.
Amelia was messing with her toys again. Jacinda kept an eye on the men though she was thinking. Where could they have stashed the body?