11-25-2014, 10:06 PM
She finished eating while he spoke. The food was good and fresh. She had to give to him, he ran a good place. All the more impressive since it was just a cover.
She looked over the reports and the locations of the bodies. While not all in one place, there was sufficient overlap to make his assessment a good one. That and the fact that a brothel would especially attract a quetzal, though not for the reasons Ricky might guess. There were many flavors of 'sin'- she laughed at the word but the lore was the lore. And while the Queztal was many times associated with things of a sexual nature, the whores at the brothels were usually not the ones who 'smelled' the most appealing to the creatures. After all, most of them had been forced into it as part of a human traffiking ring.
"Not bad Ricky. Not bad at all."
To his asking of advice, she smiled. "You Catholic? You might wan't to go to confession. Do some Hail Mary's."
She was only partly joking. In her experience, a person who had genuinely tried to make amends for wrongs were less of a target for Queztals.
Course, she would do no such thing. She didn't believe in any of that stuff. Well, she did sort of believe in god, but more as the collective expression of the human race and its will. This was a war between the human race as a whole and these dark creatures. The species as a whole, in the battle for survival, was constantly adapting and honing its abilities against these enemies. They might form some sort of emergent super intelligent organism, just as each brain cell was a single entity and yet together produced a higher level of intelligence.
Maybe. She didn't know. Bottom line was, god, if there was a god, was all of humanity together. And she was its weapon, tempered and sharpened by decades of experience.
In her mind, she was not only sinless, but her battle was holy, righteous. Others might take issue with the things she'd had to do in that work, but that was their problem. She knew where she stood.
At his look she elaborated. "They smell sin, it draws them. It can help you be less of a target if you feel cleansed."
She smiled wickedly, then laughed a bit."Besides, I have a few ideas about what we can do to draw its attention away from us. Give it something else to focus on for a while."
Might even have a little fun. She looked at the maps. "Tell me more about this place."
She looked over the reports and the locations of the bodies. While not all in one place, there was sufficient overlap to make his assessment a good one. That and the fact that a brothel would especially attract a quetzal, though not for the reasons Ricky might guess. There were many flavors of 'sin'- she laughed at the word but the lore was the lore. And while the Queztal was many times associated with things of a sexual nature, the whores at the brothels were usually not the ones who 'smelled' the most appealing to the creatures. After all, most of them had been forced into it as part of a human traffiking ring.
"Not bad Ricky. Not bad at all."
To his asking of advice, she smiled. "You Catholic? You might wan't to go to confession. Do some Hail Mary's."
She was only partly joking. In her experience, a person who had genuinely tried to make amends for wrongs were less of a target for Queztals.
Course, she would do no such thing. She didn't believe in any of that stuff. Well, she did sort of believe in god, but more as the collective expression of the human race and its will. This was a war between the human race as a whole and these dark creatures. The species as a whole, in the battle for survival, was constantly adapting and honing its abilities against these enemies. They might form some sort of emergent super intelligent organism, just as each brain cell was a single entity and yet together produced a higher level of intelligence.
Maybe. She didn't know. Bottom line was, god, if there was a god, was all of humanity together. And she was its weapon, tempered and sharpened by decades of experience.
In her mind, she was not only sinless, but her battle was holy, righteous. Others might take issue with the things she'd had to do in that work, but that was their problem. She knew where she stood.
At his look she elaborated. "They smell sin, it draws them. It can help you be less of a target if you feel cleansed."
She smiled wickedly, then laughed a bit."Besides, I have a few ideas about what we can do to draw its attention away from us. Give it something else to focus on for a while."
Might even have a little fun. She looked at the maps. "Tell me more about this place."