A brand new day (open)

[Oroan]

As the sunlight came through the window and crept across the face of the young dark-haired woman, she stirred and then her eyes fluttered open. With a stretch, Kiara roused herself and hopped from the bed to her feet.

After a half hour of morning exercises, she got herself dressed, hooking her sheath to her belt last. She then headed out of the room she had paid for while she was in this town. Her last hunt had given her enough to last through the week while living comfortably.

Walking done the stairs the young slayer accepted breakfast and it was now that she was eating her nice warm meal, leaning against the wall as she ate. Kiara didn't much care for sitting while she was fully waking up, it made her body take longer to get going.

[Ran'chir]

Draped in floral delight the rather overtly feminine creature sat unable to life her head from the deep pool of rather bland tea cup which resided just between her fingers. She had been adorned as if she were supposed to be somewhere far nice than a smaller slightly shabby bed and breakfast. Precocious pinks, and ornery oranges seemed to be draped about her rather large and extremely puffy dress. With her hair pinned up and out of the way of her face it could be seen that she had also been made to look a lot like a doll. Her cheeks were smothered in rouge to give her skin a slight blush, and her lips were a pink to gruesomely cute to look at for any longer than a few seconds. Over her eyes was an orange like color which served to shadow her eyes but it was clearly more than she needed, it was almost as strange as her eye lashes. Though her lashes were already long for that was one of the things she wanted to change from her old body to this new one. Whomever helped her saw fit to curl her lashes as well as lift and separate them. She was for lack of better words so cute it was vomit worthy. One of the younger girls of the establishment sought to help her get ready for her day but it seemed that they may have been a tidbit overzealous. The night had been cruel the previous day had been worse. Travel on the body was murder especially when one did not feel like them self. Barely well put together she ached all over her rather mousey body. Maybe it was the parts maybe it was her soul but whatever it was she just could not adjust to the discomfort. The bed and breakfast screamed of her past villages razed to the ground, the sound of emptiness these things would never leave her…they made her who she was. But she was, was another question all together.

Most days she did not refuse to eat…but today was one of those days nothing not even pretending to want to eat could be done to appear more normal. Because though she did not need to eat she did, though she did not need to drink she did, and though she did not need to breath she did. Most days these things were a must but with no drive to stop dragging her feet she sat at her table staring corpse like into her cup. Beautiful mornings were good to some but it seemed the bright burning sun mocked her with its exuberance and abundant bright shiny joy. With a glance like stone she looked about the room and saw nothing of interest except another woman eating her food on the run. She did not pay to much attention to her features but she did notice she had a blade. Trying not to look like she was string she quickly let her eyes fall back into the empty silence of her cup. The usual green glow of her eyes hidden by extra powerful magic she felt constrained, but it was a necessary evil even though most people were not able to sense magic. Evil magic made most people cringe and get that horrid sinking feeling in their gut when they were around her. So she went about a complicated ritual to keep that from others. The only thing she worried about were hose whom could sense magic and the girl not too far from her gave her that feeling. The tattoo all about her wrist and arm just hollered with all it’s might she was some sort of magic user and she could possibly catch wind of her heavy spell use. Uttering a single word bellow her breath “Shit” the pink calamity put her cup upon the table and went about the labored task of looking like she was breathing.

[Oroan]

I hate that damn feeling, like someone has their eyes on me. Kiara thought as she looked up from her food and gave the place a quick once over. Nobody seemed to be staring at her, not a surprise as they would have shifted their gaze when Kiara started looking around. Still, it was more likely that someone was just looking at the person from out of the region. She hadn't been in Kaharini before now, it wouldn't be uncommon for people to take a little more notice of her.

Shrugging slightly, she went back to her meal and pushed suspicious thoughts out of her head for now. She had never worked around this area, there wasn't any call for someone to be keeping an eye on here aside from curiosity right now, besides there wasn't much she had run into she couldn't handle.

Finishing her meal Kiara set the plate down on a nearby table and stretched out, wondering where to go next. She had enough to last in the town for a few weeks if need be, but she wanted to find a good source of income. Waiting until one of the maids of the inn passed, Kiara made some inquires, keeping the conversation low. She had found that while few people disapproved with her profession, it wasn't something you wanted to blab about. Otherwise you got the nut jobs who though challenging a slayer was a good way to get a reputation, and it was something Kiara didn't want to deal with.

Once the maid left, Kiara was left standing there with a thoughtful look on her face. She had been given a few good leads to start out with, but now she had the trouble of figuring out where she wanted to start.
"One bad thing about multiple choice, it's harder to choose." She muttered as she leaned against the wall, clearly thinking hard. She saw no reason to leave until she had made her decision.

[Ran'chir]

Having arrived a day or two early for her new job she Ranni felt out of place. Her dysphoria came from the fact that she had been in this area a long time ago an thing just simply were not the way she remembered. Bitter was her heart at the passage of time but this was not the time to gripe. Swishing the tea in her cup a bit she attempted to take another sip but it was just not going to happen. Almost like a slow acting poison the tea in her previously inactive gullet made her quake. It was the pangs of her indulging in the superfluous, eating was not a must so her stomach went largely unused. Passing another glance at the girl the undead prima donna prepared herself to leave. Slowly and daintily she took her hand to her horridly colorful sun colored dress and brushed away specs of nothing. The light breeze cast from the world at large ran through the establishment like a wild child and spared none from it rambunctiousness. The nights chilled wind had been a lot worse in its wild games but the days air was no less playful. Holding the sides of her rather fluffy garment she slowly took careful and almost childlike steps. Standing she had gained a good four inches in height from her shoes, sadly they worked so much better for aesthetics rather than functionality. With her nose pointed promptly up she began her paced odyssey toward the door. Remembering to draw in breath she looked rather awkward as she moved about the room. Glancing once more at the dark haired girl she took notice of her slanted predatory hawk like eyes. She looked like the type whom would notice a lot of the uncontrollable quarks about being slightly dead, and stumble on to the truth with this in min Ranni figured she should get her high shoes to the road and make tracks.

With a small emerald flicker in her eye she averted her gaze from the young woman her tattoos and her eyes. Enough was enough and she had done her a great service, she displayed to her just what kind of folks there would be running around this town and how much magical prowess they would have. Baring this in mind Ranni pushed against the door once, it did not seem to budge pushing upon it a second time she saw that it again did not budge. Slowly she could feel her blood pressure rise and she quickly became flustered. Leaning into her push caused her to stumble out the door a few feet before she caught her balance. Caught off guard by the door but not dissuaded from keeping her nose promptly up turned and pointed in the air she attempted to act like nothing of the sot had happened. Dusting herself off once more she frivolously put her attention to unfluffing her dress and getting it to hang a bit lower than her mid thighs. In this regard the wind outside the cruelly taunted her with swift winds, it was almost like the universe agreed with her that what the women of the day wore as vastly distasteful compared to her days. Looking about the town she stopped not too far from the side of the door. There was not much she could do for about a day in a half besides wander around and get aquanted with the scene of her newest plan. She had gotten the job as a body guard but she had not earned the royalties trust just yet. She needed an event that would assure her a place beyond suspicion in the court of nobitly and the eyes of the rulers of this land.”How can one put there lives in another’s hands?” she asked herself this aloud as if the answer would come to her from the ether.

Though asked she herd no resounding voice utter into her ear a sure fire scheme to grant her the trust she wanted no need in order to work her rather powerful magic. Thinking on magic she could not help but wonder what purpose the girl she had seen befores tattoo served. He mark seemed olf but she could not place her finger upon it’s origin. Being ages old did not make you know every despite what everyone thought. Wisdom came through perseverance; this was something Ranni had come to learn over time. “Maybe I should have investigated the mark on the child” she comments as if she had been answering a question someone unseen by men had asked. She talked to herself and leaned against the wall as people walked by. Though people walked by she continued to speak to herself as if no one were even in the area.

[Oroan]

As one person rose from their table. Kiara watched out of her peripherals as she walked along. It seemed... wrong somehow Almost a forced attempt at looking normal. One that had caught the slayers attention.
And what it this? She thought. Kiara had a few leads on what she could do to further her funds. Though not everything was about money. Sometimes curiosity being served was even better than a little money. Deciding to wait until the woman had left the building Kiara remained right where she was, not bothering to spare a glance at the woman.

Then once she was outside. Kiara set off. Normally she wasn't so nosy. Sure she would butt in on those preying upon the weak, but she didn't often get involved in someone's business in this manner. The way that woman moved has given Kiara a bad vibe, that gut feeling that something was amiss. So she figured she would try and get an idea of what that might be.

Stepping outside she noticed the woman, once more out of her peripherals, but she instinctively started to turn her head. Stopping the turn early, she looked at a sign over a shop acting as though the woman wasn't even there.
Well I guess the chase begins. She thought as she headed to the shop that owned the sign she had been looking at. Fortunately it was a shop that sold different salves and the like, a perfect shop for someone like Kiara to be in. She would have to keep an eye on her quarry without being too obtrusive.

[Ran'chir]

Though she looked a kin to a flower over decorated and boisterously variegated dress, the woman inside the dress was anything but kind and warm. After taking a hand up the front of her dress her dainty and thin fingers arrived at the bust line of her dress, slowly she appeared to be searching for something. Reaching into it a bit she looked to have found something. With a bit of a tough tug a bit of lace came out from in between her bosoms, she had found the object she had been searching for. With another softer but still stern tug the item attached to the lace was revealed a tiny golden locket with a vibrant emerald colored gem in the center. After revealing it the blonde moved to place the object closer to her lips. Giving the item a kiss prepared her to begin her journey to the next place on her list of places she should go before she appeared at the castle in order to begin her new job. Stepping out Rani noticed that the streets of the markets in this the caste town were far from deserted. With so many people traversing the streets she would not have the need to breathe so she did attempt to even look like she was. In the hustle and bustle of everyday life no one in their right mind would notice her and her non moving chest and lips which did not take breath. Allowing the lockets silky lace to unravel caused the locket to slowly drift down deeper and deeper until it sunk into her sun kissed olive tinted skin.

After the small display of what seemed like superstition the flower maiden pushed herself of the wall behind her once again she made a few awkward steps. It was clear she had a hard time walking in the get up she had been thrown in but she did make an attempt to get self into a bit of a rhythm. First thing on her list of things to do was get to the blacksmith, though she had armor of her own she could not wear it in the vicinity of any living person. The armor was evil and scared it would be a dead giveaway that she was not your average body guard if she wore it anywhere. As she walked she scanned the crowd as if searching for something or someone of interest. It was not until she by chance glanced upon a woman of low moral character she like Ranni had shoes which elevated her to heights she had never before stood at. But the difference between them had been simply the woman before her had a sway to her hips a sort of swagger to her strut which kept her both in pace and on balance. At first slowly she adjusted her stride throwing one leg in front of the other as if walking along a thin wire. With her legs now working in a similar way she had just one more adjustment to make, adding a little more swing to her hips forced her to stumble bit at first but within a few more steps she had got the hang of it. Swaying her hips and strutting she walked just as the woman before her had. Now able to walk in her current outfit Ranni made considerable distance as she traversed the cobbled stone path, all the shops looked as if the held interesting never before seen items of incredible worth. Though every shop looked quite interesting a sort of big city type of way a destination called to her for business was always before pleasure. Upon stumbling into the shop she looked a lot like a chid lost in the world of hard and hot metals. The forge blaze with intense white hot flames, the undeniable pangs of hammer to red hot metal could be heard echoing in this the hallowed halls of metal work. It was here she would see her power be constructed it all started with molten metal but in the end it would with a weapon, armor, and a hint of enchantment.

Upon the hammer and anvil stood the great artist, a master in his craft for it was his life’s work. With every stroke of his brush the metal became more and more smooth and uniform. There would be no imperfection for his immortal soul depended upon it. Strolling closer and closer to the man she could smell the familiar scents of manual labor. Though his one eye saw the colorful woman he attempted to continue his work. Grazing the grizzled time torn man’s arm with her soft and rather fairly like fingers she could feel the scars of his work and the traumas of his past. In his youth his hair had been honey blonde with some brown streaks, but this was gone his hair had long since toned down. Now with white streaks atop a grey foreground one could just feel his age the second they had seen him. Though his face show him for his age his body did hid a real service. With rippling bulges about his form one could almost compare him to the divine, his very breathe seemed to just impose a strong sense of musicality. There was just something about him enthralling in nature, but his power would not save him from paying tribute to the woman whom had stumbled into his shop. With her fingers dancing around his strong dark protruding shoulders he could no longer safely swing his hammer. She prevented him from working but with reason. “You do for me to much black smith…thank Dormin I found you young Kalaa,” she almost whispered as she came over to his strong hammer swinging arm. Running her hands down his shoulders caused the man to look over and glance at her for the first time since she entered the shop. Slowly she made her way down to his fore arm until she had her small hands around his one giant like claw. Moving his hand toward the desk behind him she forced him to drop the hammer. It was strange such a small woman could demand the respect and compliance of such a grandiose Adonis such as himself. “You will…keep those demon names from my shop…I am a man of integrity…a…and honor,” though he spoke those words it seemed that even he himself did not believe them.

Dropping the hammer and now facing the woman he looked down upon her with words in heart but not a sound on his lips. Placing his hands upon the desk at the woman’s sides locked her in place and prevented her from moving. Smiling the woman looked up and with no words she sought to give him her end of the bargain. Exhuming from her mouth a green mist she propped herself up upon the table before leaning into him a bit. Breathing in the gaseous mist he pressed himself ever closer her lips receiving his reward. In his eye a green glow could be seen. Bewitched he was the magic had consumed him…”Now you may proceed…”

[Oroan]

She's on the move again, well let's see where she's going to go visit. Thought Kiara as she kept an eye on the interesting woman by looking at reflections, out of the corner of her eye, all those little tricks to look at someone without directly staring their way. She noticed that the woman started moving more naturally, and headed into the building where a blacksmith would likely be hard at work.

Not exactly what I expected. Thought Kiara as she reached the shop selling the salves. She noticed it wasn't much more than a hole in the wall. This worked well enough for her. It wasn't crowded, nobody else but herself seemed to be interested in the shop at the moment, and she knew enough to kill time while haggling and asking about the different slaves to keep herself there without drawing attention to herself.

Kiara couldn't wait for too long though. She had a couple of leads that would go dry if she didn't hurry. She was really only keeping an eye on the woman out of curiosity.
Alright, I can kill a little more time, but pretty soon I'm going to move on. It's not worth losing a potential source of income. She thought. Time was money to Kiara, If she didn't get to the wild beasts that she dispatched for her living, someone else would.

[Ran'chir]

With her bewitched merchant in pocket the sorceress, had a foot hold in the city and a base of operations should she need to disappear for a bit. A bit ruffled up but not to worse for wear the witch emerged from the shop as if in a haze. Stumbling the first few steps she with haste and fervor attempted to gain her footing before emerging completely from the large heavy wooden doors of the sword and armor smith’s shop. Aura suppressed the blonde felt significantly drained with only the smallest abnormal tasks she languished at the thought of bolstering another human. It was one of the few things she could do innately with almost no training. The locket weighing heavily on her she grimaced a bit as it slowly almost as if the weighted bob of a pendulum. With labored steps she held herself up with the wall alongside the sun bleached auburn bricks of the shops exterior. Gripping her chest with her other hand the blonde seemed to have her heart a flutter, and no matter what she could not seemed to catch the air which was present all around her. The emerald of her of her gaze held a fervent glow impassioned and zest she pushed on for it would begin to look strange if she stood beside the wall gasping for air.
With an bitter smile spreading eerily across a face as Mephistophelian as the nether religions of the void, the creature decorated in all the splendor of human tailoring stood ready to trample the peace and bring about a new age of infamy. All she needed were a few more pieces on the bored she could control and the trap could be set and the peace of this the caste town could topple like so many bricks laid upon rotting foundation. Pushing herself of and away from the building the demon sought to lose herself in the crowds. Once lost in the crowds she could begin to replenish the mana she had expended, humans never seem to notice when she was feeding off their internal supply of magic. Though she was often above this action due to the fact that she was a soul devouring entity the charms and locket prevented her from gaining full sustenance through use of her own reserves. Sadly it would be some time before she removed the locket for without it she would become easily identifiable due to the unnatural glow he body seemed to exhume even when she rested and or did nothing. In the crowd the degenerate horror made sure to place a finger upon each and every shoulder, the arm and just about anything she could place a finger upon she passed by. Men were especially easy for no man would complain about the touch of a woman even it were for a mere moment. What her victims did not notice through was that through her finger tips she consumed from them what she all of what could use. The sparks from her dark magic held a green color but the touch was so quick most would not notice the minuscule flashes of green happing just before their eyes.

By feeding like this she could avoid the death of any one and also keep herself hidden amongst the crowds of the mindless abiding by the scripts set before them with no whim or complaint of their own. Well if it was purpose some sought she would give them that, it was a role more satisfying to the avaricious she would endow them with that but always for a cost. Those whom wanted only this mindless subsistence she would grant the roll of pawn in her grand scheme, and with their coerced cooperation she would transcend her script. Such lofty goals often hung close to her chest just seconds away from her lips which held a beauty intensified by the whim of her master. To serve was her supposed purpose but to this end she hope to bring about her own legend and infamy. Ignoring the cries on her heart she simply seemed to drift through the faceless masses taking from them as she went along. Making her way back to the Bed and breakfast she had checked into the night before she noticed the woman she had been glancing at was gone. Ignoring the thought that she might have sensed something she continued on. This time though she would pay a visit to a place she did not run through the power of her magic. In this shop she would have to maybe actually pay for what she planned o purchase herself but not before a bit of coercion on her part. Strolling up to the doors she walked like she owned the place. With an attitude almost in contrast to her look she placed her hand upon the window. Within the shop she coveted the many magical trinkets each shined with it’s intended use.


(sorry just getting back into the swing of things)