WESSEX
“Midnight?” she asks cheekily, figuring that they’ll be done with this cooking thing well before then - and night is always best for sneaky, sneaky things. “No point in waiting.”
One final tug separates the fur from the muscles and she places the soon-to-be-clothing-item gently to the side. Wessex squats down to rinse the remaining gore from her hands and forearms, looking up at the Flood ruefully. “One.” Tension that wasn’t there before creeps into her mouth, grimness finding its opening and sinking into her eyes like a unwanted, but very familiar guest. “Isla’s companion, the Prince, is a relic. Vi’s, I think. He’ll die for her if need be.” Which leaves Team Old God with four, which he knows, because he can count.
“Remi has a dagger that has a 1 in 10 chance of death, Ronin has a… star shield thing that heals allies within, but hurts enemies. Noah has the Core’s, which is a pendant that allows the wearer to shift into a Basilisk. And Deimos has the lucky gloves.” It’s all nice to know, knowledge is power and all that, but… “Remi and Ronin have never failed when they go after them.” Which is why it should be obvious that they need to find them first… arriving at the same time is a recipe for disaster.
Standing back up, the Wraith sluices water from her arms and juts her chin towards the fire, asking him wordlessly if it’s ready. “Can you grab a rack?” She goes to grab a more hearty knife from the wall and takes it to the raccoon’s limbs, hacking easily through bone and sinew in a single, short, chops. “Last time I was in the Draig, a dragon stole all my shit. Shadow cloak, my chakram, invisibility ribbon… a nice crossbow you might like. Good shit. Useful shit. And I think we'll need it all, so gotta get it back.”
One final tug separates the fur from the muscles and she places the soon-to-be-clothing-item gently to the side. Wessex squats down to rinse the remaining gore from her hands and forearms, looking up at the Flood ruefully. “One.” Tension that wasn’t there before creeps into her mouth, grimness finding its opening and sinking into her eyes like a unwanted, but very familiar guest. “Isla’s companion, the Prince, is a relic. Vi’s, I think. He’ll die for her if need be.” Which leaves Team Old God with four, which he knows, because he can count.
“Remi has a dagger that has a 1 in 10 chance of death, Ronin has a… star shield thing that heals allies within, but hurts enemies. Noah has the Core’s, which is a pendant that allows the wearer to shift into a Basilisk. And Deimos has the lucky gloves.” It’s all nice to know, knowledge is power and all that, but… “Remi and Ronin have never failed when they go after them.” Which is why it should be obvious that they need to find them first… arriving at the same time is a recipe for disaster.
Standing back up, the Wraith sluices water from her arms and juts her chin towards the fire, asking him wordlessly if it’s ready. “Can you grab a rack?” She goes to grab a more hearty knife from the wall and takes it to the raccoon’s limbs, hacking easily through bone and sinew in a single, short, chops. “Last time I was in the Draig, a dragon stole all my shit. Shadow cloak, my chakram, invisibility ribbon… a nice crossbow you might like. Good shit. Useful shit. And I think we'll need it all, so gotta get it back.”
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
