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Post by Risukage on Jan 25, 2017 3:23:23 GMT -5
Fenrir takes her hand, but glances at the tablet, and the slightest twitch at the corner of her mouth would be a frown for anyone else. "Loki is slow to reply. I assume that he and Odin are arguing again. Ah, there it is. They are aware of our status, we can now depart. There is a clothier's in the vicinity. We will stop in there to allow you to disguise yourself." The Raven leaves ahead of them as Fenrir puts the tablet in her backpack and slings it over her other shoulder.
Fenrir leads them a winding route through the streets, doubling back and taking strange turns to avoid any potential pursuit. Nobody is tracking them, however, and they arrive at the clothier's shop without issue. Opening the door, Fenrir nods to the shopkeeper. "She requires garments to her specifications. Money is no issue."
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Post by Vir on Jan 25, 2017 4:45:32 GMT -5
It takes time, but Abbyline outfits herself eventually with a "traveling outfit" - a longer, sturdier brown jacket, in which she can carry her needle pack, over a mid-length mustard yellow dress; orange leggings under that, and sturdy boots to complete the look. She strings her pin onto a chain, which she can easily tuck underneath the neckline of her dress. She foregoes gloves. She needs her hands bare. As a final touch, she ties her mane of hair back into a ponytail, giving Fenrir a roguish grin. "Now," she says, "I'm ready."
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Post by Risukage on Jan 25, 2017 7:11:30 GMT -5
Fenrir eyes her up and down, then nods with approval and pays for the garments. "People might ask for us. If they do, we are taking a boat to Novem." Outside, she ducks into a side street that has no traffic. She unzips her jacket and puts it in her backpack after removing a wig, a long wrap-skirt, and a simple, voluminous shirt. The skirt conceals the armored trousers but leaves her freedom of movement, and the shirt is nondescript without the leather jacket but still hides the holstered knives. Her short hair is easy to hide under the wig of black, shoulder-length hair. Not a drastic change, but enough of one to throw off people looking. Hefting the backpack over one shoulder, she looks around to ensure that they weren't noticed and glances at the sky. "Good. It is getting dark. Our transportation is waiting for us. To the docks."
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Post by Vir on Jan 25, 2017 12:18:53 GMT -5
Abbyline smiles. A complete disguise is something she hadn't thought of, but she will need one soon if she continues her mission for too long. Or if, in future, she's needed. "To the docks," she repeats, holding out a hand for Fenrir's own.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 25, 2017 17:30:45 GMT -5
Taking Abbyline's hand, she leads the way to the docks, modulating her long stride for Abby's slightly sorter one. The walks with purpose but without hurry, appearing bored as they travel. She keeps an eye out for Azandra's forces, but gratefully, they are either not present or perhaps off chasing the false trails already laid out for them. At the docks, she glances about, looking for the subtle markers and indicators that the Raven would have left behind to guide her to the correct pier. Following those marks, she arrives at a boat that is sleek and unassuming, and its pilot looks up at them. "A little bird has told me that you plan to make for Akra tonight. Perhaps we can be a guiding light." He recognizes the code phrase left behind and gestures for them to board, and, once they are seated and their gear stored, casts off and guides the boat out of the harbor. Pax slowly vanishes into the night behind them as they travel west on the Earth Sea, just south of the coast of the island and out of its sight.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 4:06:43 GMT -5
Location: Azandra's Head, Azandra's Castle, Pax, Sinis January 7, 7000 AGW 1:42 am, Sinis time
Azandra will find herself in a dream during her sleep. It's nowhere she'll recognize at all...which should tip her off that this isn't a regular dream. She's in an empty barroom, and sitting a few stools away...is Eitha, one of her daughters. The first one to run away. She hasn't contacted her since she ran away, but now, here she is. Stunning as usual, and she smiles at Azandra, waiting, and letting Azandra make the first move.
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 4:16:54 GMT -5
Azandra smiles slowly, fangedly, turning to face Eitha. "Welcome home, my child."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 4:18:56 GMT -5
She smiles graciously at her. "It isn't exactly home, mother, but here I am."
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 4:27:14 GMT -5
Azandra stands, making her way to Eitha without fear, and embraces her, kissing the top of her head. "And so you are... I miss you so."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 4:34:19 GMT -5
She returns the embrace... "I've missed you too, some... ... ...mother, is there really a portal to Sinis?"
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 5:03:24 GMT -5
She blinks, surprise. "Where'd you hear that from, dear?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 11:16:43 GMT -5
She smiles. "News travels around." She knows she probably shouldn't tell her where she is, that's not a safe route to travel, she doesn't know what she'll do...
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 11:38:58 GMT -5
Azandra strokes Eitha's hair gently. "Where are you now, my child? I've missed you so... I'm so lonely now." She swallows, allowing her voice to catch. She looks wistful. "All my other children have left the fold..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 11:48:52 GMT -5
Eitha knows better than to fall for the lonely play...still, she is her mother, and she hugs her. "I'm sorry mother...but I'm not coming back."
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 12:00:33 GMT -5
Azandra hugs her close. "Why not?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 12:18:35 GMT -5
"I can't. Not after what I did. And what I learned. I'm a...black widow now, but I don't even wait for the wedding!"
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 12:23:41 GMT -5
She rubs her back. "Come back with me... I'll save you from that life. I'll find you someone permanent, and a home."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 12:24:36 GMT -5
Her eyes widen. No. That's a lie. Definitely a lie. "No. I'm not going to. That's a lie. Don't lie to me mother!"
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Post by Vir on Jan 26, 2017 12:28:00 GMT -5
"I'm not lying, Eitha! I'll give you whatever you need, just please come back!" She seems... a bit desperate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 12:38:49 GMT -5
Eitha stares at her. This isn't the Azandra she remembers. "Why do you want me back this badly."
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