06-21-2006, 12:19 PM
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Currently drooling over momma's avvy x3
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Re: Accidents Shouldn't Happen (Awbri)
Whoever it was had come in. Cadenza didn’t hear a jingling of keys prior to their entry however—no, her ears detected a much quieter noise, like the smoldering of a small portion of metal. But how in blazes would an embassy employee slice through metal?
Bare feet patted against the tiles almost inaudibly. Cadenza had to strain to hear any breathing aside from Ciatore’s. Mere seconds later, the footsteps stopped just as soon as they had started. Surveying the room, perhaps? The gypsy couldn’t be quite sure.
She nudged the closet door slightly ajar, and peered out into the room. Her eyes felt wide like saucers, looking out into the murky black room with only a sliver of moonlight for illumination.
Near Ciatore’s sofa stood a man, not over 5’4” if he were an inch, bare-footed and bare-chested, with a sword in hand. Certainly not an employee, Cadenza concluded upon first sight. In fact, he looks somewhat familiar…
Judging from the blade he wielded, the gypsy could easily fathom why the man had come to the embassy. He eyed the sleeping ambassador like a shark eyes its prey, almost as if, like a shark, he could smell the blood on vile Ciatore.
In another situation, Cadenza may have just allowed this man to kill Scipio. But this wasn’t just another assignment, where the desired result was only the death, and how it came about didn’t matter. This was personal to her. This man had committed heinous acts against her mother for the information he now possessed, and now he planned to use that information against her father. She would only be content if she was the one to spill his cold, wicked blood upon the floor.
The gypsy rose to her full height, and opened the closet door further. The man beside the couch didn’t glance in her direction until she exited the closet and drew her bow, arrow aimed at his throat. “Who are you?” she whispered.
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