06-29-2018, 06:21 PM
Jacinda watch the crowd as Amelia played with her toys. The crowd seemed mostly harmless, but there was an energy in the air. A fire. All it would take was a gust of wind to turn a small fire into an inferno.
She bent her neck right, then left, felt the pop on each side. Her hands were free and close to the staves on her leg. Despite being ready, though, the dull ache in her hip had only become sharper. She wasn't dumb enough to not know that she wasn't 25 anymore. Course, she'd never admit it to anyone else.
She shot Tenzin a grin and a wink. Bravado and all that. And Tenzin probably already knew it was phony. For some reason, that made it funnier.
Girly's toys were floating around, though they were tough to see in the night. Soft whining noises seemed to come from somewhere in the distance.
Amelia spoke, shifting her control toward them. The image beneath the concrete was definitely a body, though the head was a bit of distance from the rest. Other displays came up and she summarized it.
Aria. Curiously, Jacinda didn't feel happy about it. She thought she might. Aria deserved to die. She was a traitor. But that was their job. Atharim police their own.
And then she realized what bothered her more. The concrete was solid, well worn. How had she gotten underneath? A slow fire burned in her. She knew how. She knew very well.
Fucking gods! Everything was changing. The possibilities of what they could do seemed limitless. And the Atharim were scrambling. She'd heard snatches, read posts. They were fragmenting.
They had no leader. They needed one. She shook her head, again mourning the loss of Regus. She raised her eyes and saw Tenzin watching her. Not to own her. Not like that. She was over that thought, now
The Atharim needed something. Someone to unite them. Someone worthy to follow in the footsteps of Regus.
But this, well, this was done. "Can't say I like how this ended."
She glanced at the crowd and was careful with her words. "She deserved better than going this way."
The interest in them seemed to waning and people were moving on. She got closer and spoke "Thanks for your help. Yeah, I'll take your contact. You've got an interesting style about you, Amelie-from-tech-support."
She bent her neck right, then left, felt the pop on each side. Her hands were free and close to the staves on her leg. Despite being ready, though, the dull ache in her hip had only become sharper. She wasn't dumb enough to not know that she wasn't 25 anymore. Course, she'd never admit it to anyone else.
She shot Tenzin a grin and a wink. Bravado and all that. And Tenzin probably already knew it was phony. For some reason, that made it funnier.
Girly's toys were floating around, though they were tough to see in the night. Soft whining noises seemed to come from somewhere in the distance.
Amelia spoke, shifting her control toward them. The image beneath the concrete was definitely a body, though the head was a bit of distance from the rest. Other displays came up and she summarized it.
Aria. Curiously, Jacinda didn't feel happy about it. She thought she might. Aria deserved to die. She was a traitor. But that was their job. Atharim police their own.
And then she realized what bothered her more. The concrete was solid, well worn. How had she gotten underneath? A slow fire burned in her. She knew how. She knew very well.
Fucking gods! Everything was changing. The possibilities of what they could do seemed limitless. And the Atharim were scrambling. She'd heard snatches, read posts. They were fragmenting.
They had no leader. They needed one. She shook her head, again mourning the loss of Regus. She raised her eyes and saw Tenzin watching her. Not to own her. Not like that. She was over that thought, now
The Atharim needed something. Someone to unite them. Someone worthy to follow in the footsteps of Regus.
But this, well, this was done. "Can't say I like how this ended."
She glanced at the crowd and was careful with her words. "She deserved better than going this way."
The interest in them seemed to waning and people were moving on. She got closer and spoke "Thanks for your help. Yeah, I'll take your contact. You've got an interesting style about you, Amelie-from-tech-support."