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It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii)) « Thread Started on Dec 28, 2007, 2:07am »
It's been a good day...but a boring one. While the nagina certainly wouldn't wish any undue violence on herself, there's something to be said for interesting company, or at least company stupid enough to make a mild threat of themselves. She wouldn't say no to a solid meal, either. 'Normal' food, while sometimes tastier, just isn't nearly as filling.
Flicking the end of her tongue over her lips in contemplation, she slithers over to a pile of lush cushions near a window. She's renovated her apartment, or at least gotten some large men with hammers to renovate it for her. Open space is a wonderful thing when your body takes up more space than the norm. Today she's chosen what she considers casual, around-the-house attire; a flowing, loose blue dress with long trailing sleeves and open shoulders. It's a favorite of hers, much higher in quality than most of the clothing she's bought and bartered for. She's even topped it off with some jewelry, as if the golden and silver bangles might entice company.
With a sigh she settles on the cushions, partially coiling her tail and draping the end across her midriff. Her eyes turn to the window, the warm sunlight making her feel relaxed and even more lazy. Unfortunately it does nothing for her boredom.
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #1 on Dec 28, 2007, 2:31am »
She has been here for three days, and kept to herself most of that time. Her capture on Second Earth had been so highly televised that she had begun to expect an attempt on her life, and that attempt had occurred on the way here. One of the guards had pushed a syringe in her arm, muttering something about revenge that she hadn't bothered to listen to. She doesn't think he was one of her enemies, who would not have been so cautious, nor so discreet; she thinks it likely he believes he is attempting retribution for the things she's done. Foolish, perhaps, but to be expected; the masses cannot quite understand her purpose, and she does not hold that against them.
So when she lands, she disappears into the crowd--maybe he'll think she's died. Maybe everyone else will, too. That won't be so bad, will it? That guard will hold his chin up, heart warmed, lit by that righteous fire for the supposedly good deed he's done. And her enemies, wherever they might look for her here, might forget that one of the things that makes her so dangerous is her patience. It was rare for her to kill her targets in public, to make something sensational of their deaths; she much preferred to stalk them, to lie in wait, to ambush unexpectedly.
In this way, she tracks Shulao down: she waits, she watches, she listens. When names are spoken, she remembers them, records them, and tracks down the people that belong to them. She watches Shulao for nearly a day before deciding that here lies her next lead; in a woman that's half a monster, where elegance meets a primal, dangerous side of Mother Nature. Only when Shulao is alone does she choose to introduce herself and make her need for information known; a knock on the door announces her presence, sharp and brief. The door, once opened, outlines the shape of a perfectly mundane young woman in a lush, expensive cashmere sweater and ratty jeans. At first glance she seems normal, plain, unremarkable; she does not seem to belong here, where criminals live and darkness resides.
Only her eyes have the truth of her story, the dearth of light that says something has died within her, gives warning to the fact that she has ceased to value the lives around her.
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #2 on Dec 28, 2007, 2:53am »
It's tempting to lurch upright and go as fast as she can to the door. Company! Amusement, however momentary! Yet that wouldn't do at all. Firstly, there's no telling exactly who's waiting on the other side, and secondly it gives the wrong impression. So she takes her time, smoothes her hair, and checks her dress on the way. A quick peek through the spyhole shows a face she isn't familiar with. A hit? Maybe. She smiles, and unlocks the door, swinging it open.
"Greetings." Seeing Savii through a peephole is one thing. Seeing her face to face is another. There's fanaticism and murder in those eyes, and Shulao hesitates for a fraction of a second. Yet she's met and dealt with plenty of killers. She is one, in her way, seeing many of those around her as potential meals. She recovers with barely a hiccup. "What can I do for you?"
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #3 on Dec 29, 2007, 12:01am »
Her voice is plain, calm, and even. The threat that sits in her eyes, the warning that one is in the presence of a predator, is missing from her voice. Had the sound of it not been accompanied by the sight of her, had Shulao not been subject to the steely dried-blood stare, she would not have thought anything of it. The words are unadorned, unimportant, mundane. They could have been spoken anywhere, by anyone .. and instead, they belong to a woman who is very likely utterly unafraid of a danger like Shulao.
There are snakes--natural predators--and then there are things like Savii, whose art of brutality has surpassed that which Mother Nature can provide.
"I need a job. I'm new here, and I'll need money. I'm willing to start out low and work my way up if necessary, but I will need to earn as much as possible." Her words are firm, without debate, and in the shadow of the doorway she stands perfectly still, in a manner that Shulao will recognize. This is the stillness of something that stalks and kills, the frozen motion of a tiger in the shade, the snake before it strikes. A state of predatory preparation, a pause before quick motion, not a hesitation but a measure of waiting, patiently, until one's victim is ready. But she does not plan on killing Shulao; no, from what she can tell the woman, monster, whatever she is, is mortal enough. There are no angels, no demons, inside of her, hiding behind the shell of a person. There's no need to kill her, particularly while she remains useful.
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #4 on Dec 29, 2007, 12:43am »
"Do you now? Well, if you've come knocking on my door, then you have some idea that I can be of help. Please, do come in." She's nothing but polite and kind, opening the door fully and gesturing for the woman to enter. There's not a complete lack of chairs, Shulao knowing her clients. Most have those funny wiggly things called legs, so there's a pair of cushy, overstuffed seats just for them.
"I can see you aren't someone to trifle with, but I can't say I know you on sight. Tell me something of yourself. If you want my help, I'll need to at least know what to call you. What sort of skills you have would be even better." Presuming Savii accepts the invitation, she'll find the door shut and locked behind her. Not to trap her, but a simple matter of prudence. It's a world of criminals, after all.
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #5 on Dec 29, 2007, 11:36pm »
She has stepped into an old movie, a poorly written game: The Killer's Confrontation. The cautious, prepared entrance, the slow spread of suspense across the room, like a thick fog that follows her movements, and eventually .. what? Violence, death? She intends neither, at the moment. What she wants she can get from Shulao, she hopes, without it. When she steps inside, her movements seem staged, as if an attempt at normality that has been poorly practiced; beneath the caution is the liquid grace of a predator. She doesn't notice the door being locked behind her. Although some might have at least glanced in that direction and then accepted Shulao's reasoning, she doesn't even look.
Either doors don't pose a threat to her .. or she doesn't think the nagina can.
Once inside, ignoring the chairs, she approaches a window. She will stand, like a soldier, at parade rest--one hand lifts, brushing lightly across the window pane as if she seeks to touch the sky in this way. Rather than childlike, the action seems primal, like a wild beast that has been brought indoors. Briefly she mourns her captivity, but if she truly desired to be free, this place could not hold her.
"I know most weapons well enough to repair them, if not make simpler ones. Guns, explosives. I know how to use all of them." This last she sees as unimportant, here. Her voice dismisses the skill, as if she is reciting the skills a kindergartener would possess. Listening to her, one can almost imagining her acquiring these talents in her youth, as if she was intended from the very beginning of her life to become what she has, cold and empty of all but the intent to destroy. How old can she be? She looks like she's in her twenties, but something has been dead inside of her for a long time.
"Where the occasion calls for it, I am strong, silent, and quick. I am patient. I know what happened to the gentleman you were courting last night. Theodore, wasn't it? I also do not like to be patronized, Miss Shulao. Do not try to stroke my ego with flattery. All I want from you is a job."
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #6 on Dec 30, 2007, 12:37am »
She makes note that no name, or even nickname is given. Someone is trying to remain mysterious. She lifts a delicate eyebrow, and settles once more on one of her piles of cushions, this time keeping her torso upright. "Flattery?" She chuckles, folding her hands in front of her wist. "That wasn't flattery. That was a statement of fact. Are you trying to tell me, after that little speech, that you're not dangerous?"
She takes a glance out the window, curious if Savii is looking at anything in particular. Then her eyes narrow, and there's a hint of the predator she is in her voice. "Theodore? That was a matter of buisness. A matter you should not have any knowledge of. If you want my helpin finding work, it's a matter I would recommend forgetting." Even if the nagina poses no direct threat, she could withold what she has that Savii needs. She is not without a bargaining position.
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #7 on Jan 1, 2008, 7:55pm »
Something about this particular exchange makes the woman smile. She looks back out the window again, and although this time she does not repeat the strange gesture, a sense of silent longing remains. It does not suit her, being indoors. Only unwillingly, as necessity requires, will she linger within four walls. A moment of lengthy silence is allowed to pass before she glances over her shoulder again, with the faint smile still evident in her expression. Beneath the emptiness of her eyes, it is an errie look, like a mask worn by someone who does not know exactly what it means.
"Theodore who?" Another silence, longer than usual common courtesy would allow. It makes conversation with the woman awkward, tense, which is either how she intends it or simply a sign of how far removed from a normal social life her own is. The question--a direct reference to Shulao's insistence that Savii forget the matter--is not a sign of submission. It is instead a strange way to change the subject; her reminder made that she is not without invisible weapons, nor without marketable skills. If she's capable of spying on Shulao, what else can she scrounge up ..?
"I don't like politics, I don't care about power, and I don't like to play games. All I want right now is a way to earn money."
Re: It all depends on who you know. ((Attn: Savii) « Reply #8 on Jan 3, 2008, 2:45pm »
"The only politics here are in the....official....circles. But if you don't want power, I can't say you'll survive well. You need at least a little....lest you end up dead in an alley." Her eyes never leave Savii. It wouldn't be prudent, while they still have no official relationship, and Shulao knows practically nothing of her visitor. However, the acceptance that Theodore is best forgotten makes her smile widen a bit. She lowers her head, gazing at Savii through her bangs. "Money alone is easy. I myself might have a use for someone to attend buisness for me outside this building. I enjoy my comforts, you see, and dislike going anywhere I don't have to."
Then she shakes a finger, the tip of her tail flicking on top of a cushion. "But if I'm to hire you, or tell you who else might, I shall need to know you're capable. As it happens, I could use some help today. Help that will require persuasiveness, tact, and a notable lack of brute force." The nagina purses her lips. "Probably. I will pay a fee, whatever we may agree upon after."
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