THE DARK BROTHERHOOD Assassin played by prophet
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Post by zaexii danei on Feb 12, 2013 12:06:47 GMT -5
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Two contracts in the same city. It was unusual, but not unheard of. What was more weird was that the contracts were by two different individuals. Not that this dark elf really cared. She did find it peculiar, but she was only here to do her job(s). Nothing more, and nothing less. Her horse was stabled outside of the large city, for she had arrived early in the day and by the time she was finished, it would be rather late. Zaexii normally didn't like to stay overnight in any Hold, especially in this one in particular, but she wasn't going to try and travel back to the Dark Brotherhood at an ungodly hour with all of the recent happenings going on.
That's all she heard while walking down the streets in Solitude. She had been here for just an hour and she'd already heard the words, dragon, Helgen, and attack twenty times each. At first she was a little intrigued, and then after hearing the story retold a few dozen times, she was just plain sick of it. Dragons? Of course the Imperial-infested city would be upset over this; apparently the leader of the Stormcloaks had gotten away from being executed because of this beast. Whatever. She disliked both sides anyways- in fact, the Dunmer disliked most people, period. It was whatever.
She had finished one contract already. The black-haired, red-eyed girl was sitting on the edge of one of the main streets, out of the way of Guards and other people, peering at her leg. As she had been walking she had noticed a pain blossoming to life in her leg. Upon further inspection, it was apparent that she had somehow managed to slice the back of it open. She was now looking at the wound with a soft frown, having now immediate medical supplies on her. She really didn't want to have to go into a shop to buy some, either. It wasn't for lack of coin- no, the twenty year old had plenty of that. She just didn't want to deal with people. Even now, sitting off to the side of a busy street, nobody was giving her even one glance. She was being completely ignored, just the way she liked it. It had taken Zaexii Danei years to perfect the art of being invisible. It was just her way of doing things. tagged .
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Post by milania on Feb 13, 2013 21:29:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]I heard the Nightjar Cold. Walking down that street, toting a bag far too large for her small stature (and yet completely necessary), the young mage decided she didn't care for the outside much. But then, it always seemed cold in this frozen country. Most of the time though, she was inside the walls of the college. Even when in the courtyard, the high walls protected her small frame from the winds. But there'd been babies. Two. In Solitude. A man had been afraid his lady wouldn't be able to birth the babies on her own. Typically, the residential priestess, or a midwife, would attend, but she was carrying twins. And ladies, Milania recalled someone saying, died from just having one baby, all the time. Twins were almost a guarantee in this day and age, from bleeding if she didn't completely exhaust herself.
And so little mage had packed up her things, her stallion tolerantly carrying both rider and cargo to Solitude.
Now? Lady was just fine. Tired, but who wouldn't be, after what she'd gone through. Both babies had been quietly tucked up against her chest with full tummies, and Milania deemed Lady safe to sleep, and after receiving her payment, had gone and packed her things. Potions and books and herbs and ingredients. Now she wandered down through the streets, trying to avoid getting stepped on. Considering how most children towered her after about age 13 or so, it went without saying that Milania often got tossed about in crowds, assaulted by swaying hips, arms, baskets, and other such things. That lead her to the conclusion she didn't like crowds, either. Too easy for someone to just reach out and grab her. Nope, nope, she did not like that at all. It was dark out; why were all these people here? Unless it was the hoard of people who stayed in the inns and drank the funny water that made them act strange (Mila didn't care for it much at all, really.). Though a few words had kept popping up over and over again. For the most part they fell on her deaf ears.
As to what drew her attention off to the side, she didn't know. Milania never stopped to question things, often living simply in the here and now. Still though, bright blue eyes drifted to the side, falling on the dunmer lady. A healer by nature, when the bright red stain caught her attention, little mage wandered over with her bag of magic tricks. Dunmer Lady had a gash running down her calf, and Mila was worried about the blood. "Rat spilled tea?" She questioned, a look of complete innocence and willingness to help etched across her face. There was no acknowledgement of the random phrase which came out of her mouth, having made perfect sense in her mind. Asking Dunmer Lady if she'd cut herself and was bleeding. Not pausing to consider the ramifications of her actions, Mila reached out, wanting to do what it was she did best- heal.
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THE DARK BROTHERHOOD Assassin played by prophet
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Post by zaexii danei on Feb 16, 2013 17:42:52 GMT -5
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Remember when she mentioned that she was never noticed? Not ever? Like she was a 3D shadow walking around in Skyrim, without anything breathtaking or special about her to suddenly make you notice her existance? Well, she likes that. She likes being invisible, being the girl always on the scene but whose presence is never jotted down; she's like a lurker, there but not really there, even if her hand is in the events that are current or not. That's the way she made things, and she preferred it that way.
But apparently somebody wasn't getting the memo.
The Dunmer didn't acknowledge the Breton at first. There was no possible way the woman was walking towards... her... ... Slowly, the dark elf's red eyes shifted to settle upon the young girl as she spoke. Clearly to her. What? Not only was this a bizarre occurence, but- had she just asked, "Rat spilled tea?" Zaexii just bilnked, stared at the woman for longer. How was it that they hadn't recieved a contract for this daft girl yet?
"..." She didn't respond to the woman at first. Was she even aware of the nonsense she had just uttered? And there certainly weren't any rats around her to get the girl confused, though were the tea could have come from was unknown to the dunmer. The blood, perhaps? She didn't know what went on inside a deranged woman's mind-
Instantly the dunmer stepped back and away from the breton, red eyes flashing. No way was this crazy girl getting anywhere close to an open wound. "What are you doing?" she demanded. Perhaps, what do you think you're doing? would've been more appropriate, though either way Zaexii Danei doubted she'd get a clear answer from her. tagged .
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