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Post by Ramjammer » Sat Dec 29, 2018 11:53 pm

Find Isolde, the Chief said. Keep her away from her bitch of a Mother, the Chief said. Get a look at her Daemon while you're at it, the Chief said. Hey look there's a potential Security Breach down in Containment, go deal with it, the Chief said.

Audrey was fairly certain that she wasn't getting paid enough for any of this shit. Well, when she thought about it enough the woman conceded that yes, she WAS, in fact, getting paid enough for this shit. But that didn't mean she had to like it. She certainly didn't sign up to play babysitter either. And yet here she was keeping an eye on Isolde (And doing a damn good job of it, if she had to say so herself.) And keeping the younger woman out of trouble. It really wasn't all that difficult when Audrey thought about it. She didn't know Isolde that well, but the woman seemed nice enough. She was good at her job and kept her nose clean. So what if her own Mother was stalking her? And so what if said Mother was a multi-billionaire with too much spare time on her hands, and a hateboner for her only child? All Audrey had to do was keep Isolde in the West Wing and well away from Sera.

In all honesty, keeping an eye on the Daemon with her wasn't proving to be difficult either.

If the light tapping at the edge of her consciousness was any indication, Sanzir didn't consider it a serious threat at the moment. Danger always came with a sense of urgency from the massive bird. Most of the time it was outright excitement at the prospect of a fight. But at the moment all Sanzir seemed to be putting out was mild curiosity, leading into sheer boredom. Matsuko's report had been right in that regard. The Daemon clinging to her fellow Officer barely registered at all and Audrey allowed herself to breathe a little easier. Isolde certainly wasn't betraying anything either. Her expression ran from slightly surprised at Audrey's sudden appearance, to mild irritation at the notion of being babysat at work. Audrey couldn't quite get a read on the other woman and had no desire to pry lest she look suspicious. Instead, she urged Isolde further into the building and filled the awkward silence with small talk about nothing in particular.

If Isolde truly was aware of her passenger, she did a damn good job of not showing it. She continued her designated task as if nothing was amiss, answering Audrey's various inquiries easily. The red-haired woman certainly hoped that Isolde was didn't know about the other Daemon's presence, otherwise her job would have to take a turn she wouldn't particularly like. While Isolde had always been nothing but upfront about her past, the events of the entire evening had been a little more than coincidental, and it pained the Junior Officer to consider a fellow employee a threat. It was a well-known fact that Audrey looked for any and every opportunity to kick someone's ass, particularly when they deserved it. But Isolde was NICE. She hadn't done anything to warrant punishment, and the thought of having to harm her made Audrey's stomach turn slightly.

Not that any of her fears mattered in the end, as soon enough Audrey was forced to drag Isolde down to the Labs. To Containment of all places, because of COURSE, there was a potential breach, and of COURSE, it was a great cover for determining if Isolde was aware of the Daemon hanging off of her. There was no other reason to take the poor girl down there. There was even less of a reason for Audrey to be there herself. Suppression was always on standby for this exact reason. But Richard had grown impatient, and Audrey knew that throwing Isolde to the wolves was the quickest way any of them were going to get answers tonight.

"Escort her there, but hang back a little if shit hits the fan." He'd instructed. "I want to see what she does first. The two malfunctioning units don't hold any big shots in either of them, so if it looks like she's in any real danger, wipe 'em out."

Her orders were clear, and Audrey's stomach turned once again at the prospect of thrusting Isolde into danger without informing her of just what was happening.

'I won't let her die.' Audrey thought to herself. 'Sanzir and I are here with her. It'll be okay.'

The two of them stood in the darkened hall with the massive pressure sealed doors of the Containment Bay looming over them. Audrey knew that she and Isolde were being watched through the security cameras right now, and had been since before they even came to the labs. She'd heard the tell-tale click and hiss of the Lab's blast doors being sealed behind them when they'd both entered the area, effectively locking the two of them in. There was no way out for them, and wouldn't be until Richard decided otherwise. Audrey let out a pained sigh, twisting her neck to work out a crick with an audible 'pop'. The night was growing more irritating by the second and the red-haired woman really wished that she'd stayed home. She let her gaze drift to Isolde who was inspecting a series of deep gouges on the Bay's Keypad. "They do yeah...." She conceded. It didn't make sense for a Daemon wanting to get into Containment. They hated it there, and a few of them employed with Apex spoke of the awful things whispered from what was trapped inside. Naturally, they all gave the massive safe as wide a berth as possible. And naturally whatever was trapped inside was going to make a break for it regardless of who stood between them and freedom.

"All right Evans." She groused at the other woman. "I'm not gonna lie to you, but shit's about to get really weird in a minute."

A pair of emergency lights flashed repeatedly over the pressure sealed doors to signal their opening. A loud hiss and the metallic clatter of internal mechanisms filling the hall. Audrey reached towards her utility belt and drew her flashlight to shine the beam inside while beckoning for Sera to stand close to her. "Firearms aren't allowed inside Containment, too much shit that could be damaged by stray rounds. This stuff is really sensitive." She said quietly, seeming almost afraid of making any more noise than she had to.

The stuff in question being the dozens of metal drums arranged in neat rows inside the room. Each one bore stenciled numbers and letters on the side, and a small keypad adorned the tops. A small green light glowed serenely on each of the keypads to indicate that their locking mechanisms were in place, save for two. On the malfunctioning units, the lights were a cautionary yellow, and Audrey knew that meant that they needed inspection. She stepped into the Bay cautiously, first making sure that Isolde kept close before she resumed speaking. "So yeah. This is Containment. You probably don't know what for. Or maybe you do. It's been a weird night." Audrey muttered dryly. She stepped softly past the rows of drums and let the beam of her flashlight wander around but kept bringing it back to the closest of the two malfunctioning units. "We have two malfunctioning units. This one here." She paused to let the beam of her flashlight drift over to a drum situated closer to the back of the room. "And the one over there. Normally it's not much of a problem. It just means that there's a programming error or some other mechanical issue that needs looking at."

The small yellow light burned into her vision, and Audrey frowned as she examined the keypad it shined from. "Scratch marks on this one too. Bet there are more on the other one back there. That's really why we're down here Evans. Nothing ever tries to get into Containment. They want us to have a look around and make sure nothing else is out of line. Shouldn't be much of a problem though. The locks look damaged, but the secondaries should keep both units closed-"

Audrey's words fell off suddenly as the small light's color abruptly switched from a cautionary yellow to a searing red. "Nevermind. Shit's opening, Evans step back." She threw an arm back towards the other woman, urging her to move away from the Unit which was beginning to expel black smoke. The hand that wasn't gripping her flashlight fumbled for the radio on her belt and Audrey wasted no time in contacting help. "We have a breach in Containment." A voice crackling with static responded almost immediately. "Threshold is showing a B Rating. Please confirm." The voice responded dryly.

The woman's gaze fell on the lettering printed on the drum, visible even through the smoke pouring from it. "336-B." Her gaze flicked to the second faulty unit a few rows away and Audrey was slightly relieved to see that its light still retained its yellow coloration. "The second Unit is still functioning, but I can't say for how long."Audrey continued to silently urge Isolde back towards the Bay's double doors, not wanting either of them to be cornered in such a tight space. The smoke hadn't spread far and was beginning to fall in on itself, a sign that the Unit's former occupant was trying to reconstruct themselves.

Audrey was worried, but it was less for herself and more for the woman accompanying her. The freed Daemon's power rating meant very little to her, but to an unarmed and unwary human, it spelled certain death. She let out a frustrated exhale, taking no notice of the embers that flickered from between her teeth. Richard was watching, Matsuko was watching and if her sense of time was correct, the Boss's meeting was over and she was sure to be watching as well. And yet despite how dire the situation was, Audrey knew that she had to get a handle on things and so she pulled Isolde from the Bay and kept her flashlight's beam trained on the reforming Daemon still inside. She cast a sympathetic smile to the other woman and could not help chuckling at her present situation. "Alright, Evans. It's time to see what you're made of."

Lorette watch the Security feed with the same level of disinterest that she'd borne during her meeting with Sera Tyrell. The other woman's demands and her little display before leaving the building had irritated Lorette to no end. In fact, was little that Sera did that didn't anger her in some manner. But the sheer audacity that she'd displayed in Lorette's own building was almost too much to bear.

Sera wanted Isolde. That came as no surprise. And she was more than willing to leverage anything she could against Lorette in order to get her. She hadn't verbally agreed of course. Merely eyeing Sera critically for a moment before informing her that she'd be in touch at some point in the future and bidding her good evening. After the woman's abrupt and somewhat destructive departure, Lorette had allowed herself to breathe deeply. The action caused the papers spread haphazardly across the boardroom table to flutter wildly as if they'd been struck by a small breeze. Allister had immediately set to cleaning up the mess, dutifully reminding Lorette that there was still work to be done. "You can get angry about it later. Right now we need to meet up with Richard and Matsuko. There's a problem in Containment."

Lorette wasted no time in rushing down to the Security Room afterwards, with Allister in tow. O,n the way he'd informed of what was happening, and more importantly of what Richard intended to do about it. "He's sent Evans down there, don't worry, Audrey is with her." He'd hastily added when it became clear that Lorette was about to interject. "From what I understand, there are two malfunctioning units in the bay. Richard wants eyes on it in case there's a breach. And he figured the best method of determining if Isolde knew about her little buddy was to throw her down there and lock the door behind her." The man didn't sound overly pleased with Richard's decided course of action, a first for him. Despite his constant complaints about Richard's needs to get his hands dirty, Allister was not one to doubt his methods. Lorette resolved to ask him about it at a later time. She prayed that it wasn't anything serious.

Lorette still wasn't sure what she was going to do with Isoldem but would be dammed if Sera's wayward daughter didn't start proving her worth in some manner. If she expected Lorette to continue to jump through hoops to keep her safe, then it was hight time that she started to earn her keep.

All in all, the night was proving to be a headache for Lorette and she wondered if Allister would rethink his stance on keeping murder as an option off the table.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with her, as he always did. Watching the same screen as her with a grim expression. Richard was pressed at her other side, looking no less irritated than she was sure to at that moment. Matsuko stood just on Richard's other side, only just visible past his bulk. She too, bore a rather grim look on her face and Lorette felt the sudden need to set them all straight.

"Jesus Christ. It's not like she's going to die down there."

"I don't know. Yer lookin' at the screen like she's gonna." Was Richard's immediate reply.

Alllister chose that exact moment to pipe up. "True, but she always looks like someone's going to die in front of her. At meetings. At lunch. At parties. While she's sleeping." The man listed off and Lorette felt her blood pressure rising.

"Hold on. Hold on." Matsuko voice rang through the room as she leaned forward to stare at Allister past Richard and Lorette. "First of all. Why are you watching the Boss sleep? Secondly, she SLEEPS? Like a real person? Are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure. I mean, I thought she was dead the first time I saw it. I found her laying face down on the floor in her office, but she was breathing when I rolled her over."

"What in the God Damn-Why why she layin' on the floor?" Richard's stern expression hadn't changed, but his voice bore an incredulous tone. "I don't know. I told you, I thought she was dead." Allister frowned at the other man. Matsuko pressed both hands to the sides of her head and stared pointedly at the blonde haired man. "And so....Did you DO anything?"

"What do you mean did I do anything? What the hell was there to do? I just left her there." Allister was growing frustrated by this point. Struggling to understand how the two Security Officers were simply NOT getting this. "And you decided that was better than propping her up in a chair? Or moving her to the couch? You just left her ass lyin' on the floor is what I'm hearin'." Came Richard's equally frustrated response. Matsuko was still regarding Allister with the same level of confusion as she awaited his response. The blonde haired man looked at them both and merely shrugged. "I mean yeah-yes. I left her on the floor. There's nothing in my contract about what to do if I find Lorette sleeping.I didn't even think it was possible, and I got nervous and left."

Matsuko nodded sagely, mollified by Allister's words. "I guess that's fair. I'm just in awe....that she sleeps in any capacity. I assumed that she stood by those big ass windows in her office all night and stared at the city." She admitted.

"BUT WHY WAS SHE SLEEPIN' ON THE FLOOR? She's got a perfectly good couch right there, and she just passes out on the damn floor? You tellin' me, she couldn't make it to the couch? And why the middle of the floor anyway? She can curl up under her desk, there's enough room under there for her to fit. I know I checked."

"Richard....Why would you know that? Why do you know there's enough room for an adult woman under Lorette's desk And why would you chec ?" Matsuko regarded the taller man with a certain degree of suspicion.

"In case there's a shootout in her office. She can hide from enemy fire under the desk, 's why I insisted she get that particular one." Richard stated as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. And it seemed to be to both Matsuko and Allister as they nodded in silent agreement with the man.

Lorette chose that moment to exhale loudly, startling the all three of them visibly as amidst their conversation they'd completely forgotten that she was even there. "If you're all done, we have more pressing matters to attend to." She nodded at the Security feed showing Audrey and Isolde entering the Containment Bay. "And for the record." She paused to give each of her companions a withering glare. "I wasn't sleeping. I was meditating."

Matsuko's soft whisper of 'I knew it.' Was the only response she got.
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Isolde had no idea what to expect when it appeared that they were about to encounter a Daemon that broke free, and yet with Audrey getting them enough room to really have a fighting chance, she had no idea what she was truly up against. Yes, she had Rasteva, but he was very weak right now, and she only managed to barely escape from her mother's Daemon once. Now was the time to show them what she was capable of, and that was when she moved into a fighting stance while keeping her dagger in an offensive position. As if on instinct, she began to tap into what little power her Daemon had, and she pleaded silently for his help as she prepared to defend herself. Once it fully reformed, she took the chance to move closer, almost as if she was stalking prey instead of a B-level Daemon. Once she felt like she was close enough, she stuck hard with her dagger, stabbing it in the back as she ripped it downward, only to be thrown back against the wall. The sudden change in motion had Isolde off guard, causing her to be separated from Rasteva when her dagger got knocked aside before calling for him by name.

Not the best move on her part, but it was clear that she was aware of her Daemon companion by this point.

Isolde managed to get to her knees as she reached for her dagger, but the Daemon was smart enough to realize that she was a threat despite how lean she appeared to be. It moved fast to try to attack her, but she managed to get out of the way as it collided with the wall, and that was when she felt her arm begin to bleed as she got to her feet. She had been scratched in the process, but it wasn't something serious, and that was when she noticed that her dagger had begun to take on the appearance of a shortsword because she called upon Rasteva. A wave of appreciation came over her, but it was cut short when the Daemon launched itself directly at her, but she managed to block the dagger like claws with her own dagger with just enough breathing room between them. It could tell that she wasn't responsible for it being captured, but it wanted her to pay for it. "You're a fighter, I like that." The voice that came from it was gravelly, but a bit feminine as well, and Isolde saw an opening that would leave her exposed if pulled off incorrectly.

"Hey Audrey, wanna take a hit while you can?"

Once the Daemon was concerned with her, Isolde took the chance and lunged at the Daemon, stabbing in the center of it's chest. The wail that followed was loud enough to pop any unsuspecting human's eardrums, but she was trained to handle noises louder than this, and she kept a grip just as the other unit flashed red, revealing another that was just barely a C-level Daemon that had a very serpentine appearance, it's eyes holding nothing but hatred for the two humans and their Daemons. It began to go for Audrey, but she was anticipating it despite not knowing it would even escape, kicking it before sending it flying across the hallway. The only problem now was that she was still clinging to the dying Daemon's back, and she twisted her weapon just to remind it that she was a threat. Once it died, she fell to her knees with the dagger in her hand, admiring the dust that came as she instinctively waved it around to catch it. Hopefully Rasteva was just a bit stronger now, and once they dealt with Daemon number two, it would be hell since she just made everyone aware that she was aware of her Daemon companion.

The fun has finally begun, and all thanks to my mom and Rasteva.
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Post by Ramjammer » Tue Jan 01, 2019 11:24 pm

Audrey clenched her gloved fists in frustration as she watched Isolde dart back into the Containment Bay. 'Hang back Kinnaird. Don't engage just yet.' The words rattled sharply in her mind, but she was finding them harder and harder to obey as she watched Isolde get tossed into to a wall like a rag doll. She was quick on her feet, Audrey had to give her that. But the dagger she carried did nothing to harm her foe. Nothing that wasn't enhanced by a Daemon reliably could, and the now freed monstrosity seemed to recognize that. It held nothing back on the girl and Audrey's palms flickered with newly ignited flames and she could no longer keep her feet on the floor as the Daemon closed in for what was sure to be the killing blow.

'The Daemon with her isn't going to help. It's going to sit there and let Evans die.' She thought dourly. The wavering flames in her palms grew to an inferno and Audrey closed the distance between herself and Isolde. But she was still too far, and the rampaging Daemon was too fast. 'I won't make it.' She raged impotently. Isolde was going to die right in front of her, and Audrey would stand there uselessly and watch.

Another party, however, had something to say on the matter.

She'd barely heard it over the din of the scuffle and the Daemon's growling, but Audrey was positive all the same. Isolde was speaking to someone, and that someone had decided to answer. Another cloud of smoke appeared, inky black and barely holding itself together. But it was there all the same. It slithered towards Isolde's fallen dagger and engulfed it within its form. That seemed to be all the signal Isolde needed as she was up with the blade in hand, back into the fray as if she'd never been in danger at all.

Before the scuffle had begun anew, Audrey had gotten the briefest of glimpses at the sword. It had to have been no more than a full second, but she could swear that it was an eternity. The blade and the Daemon clinging to it had stared directly at her. A single red eye sitting in the pommel like a glowing gem. Audrey was not a fearful woman. She knew to direct caution when it was necessary, especially in her line of work. And it wasn't the first Daemon she'd ever seen. It wasn't even the more terrifying to look at. All things considered, Isolde's sword was very common. But that didn't stop Audrey from skidding to an abrupt halt, nearly falling over on her ass in the process. The moment she'd made eye contact, she felt a wave of oppressive terror waft over her.

Rasteva stared right at her, and somehow in the space of a second, countless millennia of loathing were made apparent to the red-haired woman.

Isolde's new friend was most assuredly the meanest thing alive.

Rasteva positively seethed at Isolde's incompetence. The Daemon she faced wasn't nearly as strong as it was making itself out to be, and yet the woman allowed herself to be tossed aside as if she were nothing. Her cry for help didn't make things much better and Rasteva was less than happy to comply. Something they made immediately known as they consumed the woman's fallen dagger. "How can you be so careless. Your foe has made you bleed, and you can't even muster the fury to kill them for their transgression. Here then. I, Rasteva will do all the work for you and show you what it means to truly fight."

Or they would have if they could move on their own. Isolde's dagger was simple enough to understand. Metal was not new to Rasteva and the proud Daemon was no stranger to blades, having favored their use for as long as they'd existed. But the Dagger they now clung to wasn't at all mobile and so Rasteva was forced to wallow in shame as they sat uselessly on the floor. A rather embarrassing start to their battle.

Whether it was their taunting or something else that got her on her feet, Rasteva would never know. But in the blink of an eye, Isolde was up and bounding over to them. She clutched the grip of her new sword in less than practiced hands, and Rasteva bit back the urge to scoff at her. The other Daemon was upon them in a flurry of claws and they tried to urge the woman to strike back while instructing her as best they could. "Keep your stance spread, do you want to be knocked over again? Arms close to your sides and guard your damn flank! I can't do anything if your pitiful organs are sent spilling onto the floor!" She listened well, though her movements weren't as fluid as the Daemon would have liked. But it was better than nothing.

Their opponent was not much better, lashing out randomly either due to rage or lack of experience. The two of them managed to dance around the other Daemon, placing cuts and slashes on its form whenever an opening arose. Man-made metal could not harm a Daemon. Human weapons enhanced by a Daemon's strength were another matter altogether, however. What power Rasteva had left spread over the cutting edge of the Dagger, strengthening it and feeding it a supernatural power. Their strikes were not lethal, but that mattered little to Rasteva. Each successful blow fed a little more of their foe's power to them, and Rasteva took what they could. Their strength grew marginally, but it was far better than nothing.

A sudden gout of flame caused Rasteva to shout in alarm, and almost withdraw completely. It was a Daemon's fire, and they felt the searing heat from its close proximity. The Red-haired woman had used the distraction to strike at Isolde's behest. Their foe screeched in pain and alarm, rattling Rasteva's barely maintained form to its core. Isolde, however, seemingly would not be deterred and in the midst of the chaos plunged Rasteva and the blade into their opponent's chest. They couldn't see much from their perspective, but a new set of growls informed them that another Daemon had joined the fray.

'One thing at a time.' Rasteva thought and the clung to their thrashing foe with Isolde, struggling to overpower them as best they could. It didn't take much, their foe too weakened to do much and they soon fell limp on the floor. It was over. Somehow Rasteva and Isolde had managed to survive and the awe shooting through them almost caused the Daemon to forget what they were even here for.

The fallen Daemon was weak, and Rasteva was disgusted not only in the watery sensation of its power being drawn into them but even the fact that they would consume it at all.

But like everything else they'd be given tonight, it was better than nothing.

It wasn't the same as they'd once been. Their power was still woefully lacking in the end. But Rasteva felt a new sense of clarity and their form became more certain. Wispy edges gave way to sharpened angles. For the first time in as long as they could recall, Rasteva felt completely intact.

It didn't last.

Shouts reached them and suddenly, without warning Rasteva and Isolde found themselves surrounded by a variety of humans. They pointed strange weapons at the two of them, counting the fallen Daemon at the woman's feet and a chord of fear struck them suddenly.

They'd been captured.

Richard wasted little time in getting down to the Labs. He trailed after the Suppression squad he'd deployed, letting them move in first to surround and secure the two fallen Daemons.

'And Evans too.' He mused. She couldn't be allowed to escape now. Not after the confirmation, she'd given him about his suspicions.

The scene that met him when he arrived at the Containment Bay was a sort of organized chaos. Suppression had both Daemon's surrounded, weapons trained pointedly on them. And a few on Isolde and her partner. Audrey had managed to detain the second escaped Daemon, her foot resting on its neck while Sanzir gripped its back with hooked talons to deter any struggle. Richard waved flippantly in her direction, giving the men surrounding her a nod to indicate that they could go ahead with recapture.

Really it paled in comparison to the Daemon that Isolde had felled. It wasn't what Richard would call an impressive specimen. He recalled that bringing them in had taken almost no effort at all. But he had to concede that a girl managing to take it down with no training and a severely weakened Daemon was impressive.

Not that he'd ever let her know that.

He jostled the Officers surrounding Isolde and the two Daemons none too gently as he approached. Stepping into the circle to get a better look at the woman. More pressing, he wanted to get a look at the Daemon with her and he let out a low whistle as gleaming red eye glared hatefully at him from the sword's pommel. "That is one mean lookin' bastard right there." His gaze shifted to Isolde, staring straight at her. "Where'd you get 'em?" The man drawled lazily. "And don't lie to us, Evans."

Hissing laughter erupted from seemingly nowhere, but it did not remain that way for long. A large Draconic head emerged slowly from the floor like a Crocodile out of water. Golden eyes regarded Isolde with interest, and the Daemon smiled toothily at the woman, though it was devoid of any goodwill. "If you want to run, you can. We'll catch you. We always catch what we chase. But it'll still be fun!" Richard rested one foot on top the Daemon's scaly head, pushing it back down into the floor amidst a string of protests. "Hush, Afnet. Let her talk first. I wanna hear what they both have to say."

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Post by Light-Witch » Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:18 am

Isolde couldn't believe it when the Daemon was killed, and she had sensed Rasteva grow a bit stronger because he could tug at her with his emotions with a better sense of how she was feeling. How she managed to defeat it with only a cut on her arm was beyond them, but Audrey had begun to fight with flames that seemed to appear from her hands and feet. Just as she was about to question her about her mysterious show of power, Richard and a group of officers surrounded her, the new Daemon already taken care of, and she was being viewed as a threat. A wave of bitterness washed over her as she glared at her superior, mainly because after providing so much information on her mother over the years, the moment she saw her new friend and decided to help him branded her a danger. Upon hearing what he said about her partner, she couldn't help a dry chuckle. Yet before she could respond at first, that was when Isolde saw Afnet raise one of his heads at her, and her hatred began to show as she spoke.

"He's only mean because he doesn't like humans that much, and he approached me outside before my shift started, except he was barely holding himself together. Besides, I'm not the only one that partnered with a Daemon from the looks of things." Even though Isolde had come to look up to Richard as a father figure, knowing that he went to the same level as her mother caused her voice to drip with hatred and anger at being lied to. "How long did you guys have your Daemons?" Yes, she knew that she had no right asking the question, but there was a spark that she knew Rasteva hadn't seen in her that was making her much more willing to lash out than before. She managed to get up without any issues, likely due to the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and she took a look at her arm that was bleeding. Before she was abused, pain like this would've had her knocked out, but her body was littered with scars, and a cut like this just felt like a scratch because of her past. She put the dagger away and followed them willingly, but she knew what they likely wanted now that she had been to Containment: they wanted her Daemon. Yes, Rasteva did get on her nerves with how he felt above her, but honestly, Isolde found that she liked it the way that she would've tried to push buttons with her friends at times.

Isolde was actually fond of the Daemon, despite her past experience with them.

Next thing she knew, Isolde was being forced into a chair as she came face-to-face with Lorette and Allister, and she felt like a child that was sent to the principal's office because of just being around them. "I know why I'm here, and please, don't take him away." It shocked her how quiet her voice got, and how scared she was of losing Rasteva. She never made demands like this, and from the looks of things, there were Daemons being stored underground for who knows what. She had no idea how they were feeling, but through her partner, she could sense theirs. Thankfully there was someone on hand to tend to her arm, but she felt like she honestly could've went without any help. Now it was a waiting game to see what would happen as Isolde revealed Rasteva without meaning to, and she gripped the hilt while rubbing her thumb on the base of it absentmindedly, as if she was trying to calm them both down as she prepared for judgement.
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Post by Ramjammer » Wed Jan 02, 2019 2:25 am

Both of Richard's brows lifted in mild surprise at the harshness in Isolde's tone. She'd always been sort of mild-mannered as far as Officers went. But she was exhibiting a level of venom that didn't seem possible for a girl like her. But it was always like that. Daemons did something to people, changed them in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Usually for the worst. Isolde certainly seemed to be of that mindset as she questioned Richard and he couldn't help a rueful smile. "About twenty years I've known Afnet. Wasn't much older than you, wish I could say the circumstances were as pleasant as they were for you, Evans." Afnet let out another hissing chuckle, several more of their heads popping out of the floor to regard Isolde with interest. "But it's not storytime right now. Maybe if you behave I'll tell you all about it."

He chose that moment to down at the Daemon laying at Isolde's feet, and his lips drew into a tight frown as he examined the wounds covering its body. Its form flickered and wavered, wisps of smoke curling from it weakly and it was a wonder that it hadn't dispersed altogether. "That's some real nasty work you and your buddy did Evans. Real nasty. Made our work a hell of a lot easier though." Richard lifted a hand, and the gunmen surrounding them moved closer, parting only to allow he and Isolde space to slip through. The Officers poked and prodded the fallen Daemon while another pair dragged a functioning Containment Unit closer to it. The creature struggled and wailed but its cries fell on deaf ears. What hopes there were of escape had been dashed.

"Get both these shitheads back in Containment and I want a guard stationed outside the Bay for right now." A chorus of 'Sirs' answered the man, and he paused to draw Audrey close. "Keep an eye on things until the Lieutenant gets here. Then I'm gonna need a report. Evans and I are gonna go see the Boss." Audrey snapped a quick salute and briefly shot Isolde a sympathetic glance. "Yes, Sir..."

Richard wasted little time whisking Isolde away then, Afnet in tow. There was no need for anyone to accompany them, he knew that she wouldn't be getting the slip on either of them. The Daemon with her had long since retreated into the knife she kept at her hip, obviously not wanting to be under so many watchful eyes. It was the one bit of relief that Richard allowed himself. A Daemon that wasn't making trouble for him and everyone else, was one he could tolerate. He wasn't sure if Lorette would say the same, however. Even so many years later, there was much about Lorette that remained a mystery. She had an odd way of surprising him at the strangest moments. Most of the time he'd even call them pleasant. But as he stood in tense silence with Isolde on the elevator ride up to Lorette's office, he began to seriously doubt that their upcoming meeting would have anything pleasant in store.


True to form, Lorette was already waiting for the two of them behind her desk, Allister standing a few feet away in silence. The man scoffed slightly and ushered Isolde to a chair situated opposite to Lorette. "Damn if I don't feel like a disappointed Father visitin' his daughter's school right now. What's the damage?" Lorette's icy gaze fell on Isolde and she murmured gently. "That is for Officer Evans to decide. Now then. Your report."

Business as usual. Richard could not call himself surprised. Most considered Lorette's strict adherence to decorum as nothing more than a sign that she was overly stiff. Richard knew, however, that order soothed the woman a great deal. Nothing could be done in the midst of chaos. Nothing meaningful anyhow. An odd thought when Richard took all of Apex's goals into consideration. That didn't stop him from going ahead, informing Lorette of their successful recapture of the two escaped Daemons. Isolde's part in one of them, and the qualities of her Daemon. All in all, it was a rather standard affair and Richard almost forgot that a life was hanging in the balance.

Isolde's soft words and even softer tone jarred Richard to the core, he'd even forgot that she was there at all. She'd been silent up until that point, the sharpness that edged into her gone replaced by clear exhaustion and nervousness. He regarded first her and then Lorette carefully, waiting for the woman's response. He couldn't read her expression, as was often the case. She merely looked bored, but Richard knew well that the gears of her mind where turning rapidly. She had a plan, even if it wasn't immediately obvious to everyone else.

"Don't take him away, hm? Does this 'him' have a name?" Lorette said while gesturing to the dagger Isolde was clutching gently. "He has to. All Daemon's do. Did he tell you?" A breeze rippled through the room suddenly, and Richard coughed slightly before pulling his jacket closer. He eyed Lorette closely, watching in silence as she leaned back in her chair to regard Isolde with the same level of severity that she would a business rival. An obstacle. To what, he couldn't say. But being under that stare rarely boded well for anyone.

"Sera Tyrell has demanded that I return you to her immediately. Apparently, she thinks that by holding a trade agreement over my head means I'll happily comply." Allister adjusted his tie slightly, looking about as disinterested as Lorette. Richard had always found the foppish man easier to read. He'd always been open with his emotions and inner thoughts. Overly so if the Chief of Security were being honest. But he was equally capable of withdrawing into his thoughts almost flawlessly, just as he was now. If anyone knew what Lorette had in store for Isolde it would be her assistant. Richard felt an uncommon pang of jealousy strike him in the gut, and a low hissing in his ear informed him that he'd be getting hell for it later on. The man grumbled and pushed the dour thoughts aside. Now was not the time.

"Your Mother overestimates her worth to me, Officer Evans. As she does yours." Richard winced slightly at the remark but kept his mouth shut. Lorette was not known for her gentle touch, and that wasn't changing anytime soon.

"However." The CEO continued. "That can change, Officer Evans. You have been of great value to Apex over the years. And the intel you've provided us means we won't need to expend the time and resources needed to launch an internal investigation. We know that it was Kakni that caused the damage to those units. He's just a clever and sneaky as you told us." Allister nodded silently in agreement, and Richard could not help an affirmative grumble. "So with that said, for the time being, I'm forced to believe your words, Officer Evans. You may have just been acquainted, but you and you little friend work well together. It's astounding, really."

Richard's eyes narrowed sharply and he leaned forward expectantly, the realization of what was coming next dawning on him. 'Fucking typical.' He thought dourly.

A flurry of white down drifting from the ceiling drew the man's attention briefly. It was only Tasosael, the massive Leonine Daemon looming over Lorette's shoulder suddenly. Another breeze rippled through the room though it was less intense than the last. Red eyes bored into Isolde critically and the low growling tone of his voice did nothing to hide his disdain.

"You cannot be serious. Two weaklings feeding on more weaklings is not cause for celebration."

Lorette merely lifted a hand to stroke the Daemon's furred chin, effectively silencing him in the process. "Perhaps. Weakness is apparent in these two. It's easy to see. But that too could change." She continued to stare at Isolde, her voice even as she spoke. "Tell me, Officer Evans. If I returned you to your Mother, what do you think would happen? Nothing good, that much is certain." Her gaze lingered briefly on the dagger at her side, and Richard clenched a gloved fist. He knew what was coming next. "But what if you had the power to change that. What if you had the same power that she did. What then?"

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Re: Friends in the Void 2.0[1x1]

Post by Light-Witch » Wed Jan 02, 2019 3:06 am

It was expected that Lorette wasn't going to be gentle on Isolde, and considering everything she had revealed over the years, it was almost like she was coaxed into telling her what she wanted to know. "His name is Rasteva, and he actually helped me to defend myself after I got thrown into the wall. That other Daemon was weaker than Kakni, but still a challenge that I managed to overcome." She could sense that Rasteva was uneasy, especially with the stronger Daemons around them, and then another one manifested for her to see, it's red eyes looking straight into hers with a look of disdain. Yet with the mention of her mother demanding her back, her features hardened to the point where she looked just as unreadable as the older woman, actually taking notes on how to keep her thoughts hidden. "I figured as much, considering there's one thing I left out: Sera destroyed Luna's will, and I can guarantee that she wasn't named the rightful heir." Her voice was cool, yet she knew what would happen. "If you returned me to her, it'd be certain death, even with a Daemon partner." It was at this point that she began to feel the pain from her wound, but it was just stinging at the moment. Then Isolde heard Lorette's next words, and she knew what the woman was implying.

Whatever Lorette was offering, it possibly meant that she would leave Rasteva behind upon acceptance.

"I'll hear you out, but you have to tell me what will happen to Rasteva if I take whatever it is you're offering." A tactic she learned from Luna, and honestly, if it wasn't for the wound, Isolde appeared to be just like her grandmother. In fact, Luna had mentioned that even if she wanted to partner with Rasteva upon revealing her mother's intentions, she would've had his input for weaponry like she had tried to improve on prior to her murder. Being surrounded by Lorette, Allister, Richard, and their Daemons didn't make her feel safe, but her partner did for some odd reason. Maybe it was because he didn't want her to die down in Containment, maybe it was his version of genuine concern, but she was beginning to feel sore as well. She eyed Lorette with an unreadable expression, but only her partner had any idea what she was thinking. If the exchange required Rasteva, Isolde would run without a second thought, taking people out in the process of she had to.
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Re: Friends in the Void 2.0[1x1]

Post by Ramjammer » Sat Jan 05, 2019 6:44 am

"Rasteva...That is an interesting name. It doesn't bear any indicators typical of Human language." Tasosael's eyes narrowed suddenly and the Daemon growled slightly before shuffling a touch closer to Lorette. She allowed her eyes to flit towards the Leonine Daemon for a brief moment before continuing to stare at Isolde. "Helpful as they may have been, they are still an unregistered Daemon in my building. As you may have gathered by now, Officer Evans, we make great pains to ensure that dangerous creatures are locked up and well away from the general populace. The Human race isn't quite ready to see what's been hiding under their beds all this time." Lorette sent another glance in Tasosael's direction. "Well, that is what we believe here at Apex. Some, cannot help making their mark on history, much as we wish they wouldn't." Tasosael growled softly, extending a wing slightly to prod at Lorette with a feathered tip. "The winged Lion is a mark of nobility. You should be honored." Lorette made a low chuffing noise in response. "Should I now?" The Daemon nodded, never taking his gaze away from Isolde. "You should. Valor is not particularly common among your kind."

"I will admit," Richard interjected suddenly, cutting Tasosael off. "That you did handle yourself well, all things considered. All without the proper firearms and training too." He inclined his head in a slight nod towards Isolde. "People in that sort of predicament usually come out missin' more than a few body parts, Evans." Lorette sighed and waved a hand flippantly. "Yes, yes, we're all pleased to see Isolde alive and well. Along with her....friend."

At the mention of Luna's will, Lorette hummed softly and gazed at Isolde through narrowed eyes. "Fascinating. But irrelevant." She murmured. Tasosael chose that exact moment to scoff, sneering at Isolde from across the desk. "The matter of your bloodline is meaningless to us. As is the matter of who rules your House. Perhaps if you didn't lack the strength, it might have been you." Lorette held up a hand to silence the feathered Daemon. "Anymore from you and it's back into the sword" This earned a round of laughter from Richard and Afnet could be heard hissing delightedly from somewhere in the room. "Ooooh! Tasosael is in trouble!" The surly Lion fell silent then, but his scowl did not fade. Once some measure of order had been restored Lorette continued. "While not put as politely as I'd have liked, but Tasosael is right. I don't care who runs your family company, Evans. Be it you, your Mother. That damn Daemon clinging to her. It is all the same to me. Besides." She beckoned to Allister, and the well-dressed man stepped forward to place a stack of papers on Lorette's desk. "That is a problem left for us six months from now. Provided you are feeling particularly agreeable this evening."

The woman took a moment to look over the girl sitting across from her. Isolde didn't strike her as being too much worse for the wear, but her tiredness was obvious. She still clutched the dagger she always carried with her. That was supposedly where the Daemon Rasteva was hiding and Lorette wondered if Isolde did it to comfort herself, or to comfort them. Brown eyes flickered over to Richard, still slouched in his own chair. He met her gaze for a second and flashed her a tired smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. The two of them didn't need words to convey their intent to each other. Richard was ready to do whatever Lorette asked, without question and without fail. He was always ready. As much as he hated the fact.

"Officer Evans, you're smart to be cautious. A lack of care has gotten more than a few people killed in this office." Allister coughed slightly and adjusted his tie with a mumbled. 'And who gets left with the mess.' Lorette chose to ignore the blonde haired man. They both knew who paid for his dry cleaning. "Snide comments aside. The offer I'm prepared to make you is not common here. But I'll admit to being in a bind recently. Quality Officers are hard to come by lately. And only a handful of those has what it takes to join the highest ranks of Apex. Fewer still have the mental and physical fortitude to bond with a Daemon." She reached forward to tap the stack of papers sitting on her desk. "Consider this, if you will, as a promotion of sorts. Become one of my elite. Complete the training, form a bond with this Daemon, Rasteva. Take on the mantle of protecting Humanity from the things that go bump in the night. Do this, and we'll settle the matter of Sera Tyrell once and for all."

Lorette lifted a hand to settle on one of Tasosael's massive paws, and the Daemon let out a pleased growl. "As for Rasteva, I can assure you that they will be safe. So long as the two of you adhere to our policies concerning the Supernatural, and trust me there are a lot, they will be safe. You very well can't gain any benefits from their power if they're locked away in containment, can you?" Richard snorted quietly from his seat. "I dunno. I can think of a few that could be put away for a little while." This earned the man a displeased hiss and one of Afnet's heads, rose from the floor just beneath Richard's chair to roughly jostle the man. "See? This is the shit I'm talkin' about. This right here." Lorette rubbed tiredly at her temples and grit her teeth. "Isolde, we'll even pay Rasteva." She ground out, choosing to ignore Richard for the time being. "Daemons only want one thing, and that is power. Agree to our terms and they'll receive a stipend alongside your usual pay. It's something we do for all the Daemons in our employ." The woman slumped in her chair and affixed Isolde with a tired stare. "All you need to do is agree. Either way, make a damn decision. This night has been just awful and I'd really like to lie down."

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Re: Friends in the Void 2.0[1x1]

Post by Light-Witch » Fri Jan 11, 2019 10:13 pm

Isolde listened to everyone carefully, making sure that she caught everything correctly as they all spoke. She was right about her mother wanting to use the opportunity to take her back as soon as possible, but what came next was something that blindsided her: a promotion that allowed for her to keep Rasteva. Somehow her bonding with him was a rare feat, and them working so well together was another matter in itself, yet what was stopping her from saying yes to this deal? "It sounds almost too good to be true, but what do you think Rasteva?" Something kept nagging at her to run, to get out while she could, but this was going to allow her to stop running for once in her life. Hell, she actually liked it here compared to before she left, and having the same edge that her mother had for years with permission from her superiors would allow for her to fight back without any fear. After listening to Rasteva give his opinion, Isolde picked up the pen, and she began to read through the paperwork while signing where she needed to, a clear sign that she accepted.

There was a lot of paperwork to go through, and while she was feeling the effects of her body hitting the wall, Isolde was much stronger than anyone thought she was. She proved it by her ability to handle Rasteva, and she had scars to prove it from over the years as well. It was a struggle to finish everything, and then she looked up at Tasosael with a look that showed that she was more than just some weakling. She then began to get up, only to fumble as her arm began to show just how much it was hurting. It had stopped bleeding as she sat in the office, but upon trying to use it, the cut easily began to bleed once more, proving that it was deeper than anticipated. Isolde didn't let it bother her though, and she looked around the room as she remembered a conversation she once had with Luna before she passed away when she was around fifteen.

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Isolde was looking at the books in her grandmother's study, intrigued by the variety of topics that the books held when the door suddenly opened, revealing a woman with salt and pepper hair and emerald eyes that showed an intelligent mind despite her age. "Grandma, I was just..." The old woman chuckled warmly before leading her to a chair, having her sit down as she sat behind her desk. "You always were a curious one, Isolde, now what did you come in here for?" The young woman looked down at her hands in embarrassment at being caught, but there was a hint of a smile on her face at the ability to spend time with her favorite person. "I was just looking at the books you have in here, and I was wondering if you had anything about the supernatural." The look on her grandmother's face told her that topic was sensitive, but it was bound to come up sooner or later considering that she saw a wyvern with her mother. "I do, but you must promise me this: don't ever partner with one unless you know that they're capable of both good and evil. You're stronger than you think, and that is something your mother has yet to realize." It was no secret that her mother didn't want her, but her relationship with her grandmother was strong as a result of that. Isolde then watched as she pulled out a book with their family history, and the shocking part wasn't that it was recorded, but the fact that it appeared as though there was more to the story than anyone knew.

"You know, when your great-grandfather was young, he watched as his parents made deals with Daemons to help get their business off the ground, and even though they were successful on their end, it was clear that they could be handled by them for such a long time." Isolde opened the book to the pages with her great-grandparents on it, and shockingly enough, it was recorded that they had Daemon partners. "If they became partners with Daemons, then why is it so bad that mom partnered with one?" Luna then sat back down, and it was clear that the topic had turned to one she didn't want to discuss at that time. "Your mother, she was selfish. We tried to raise her to be respectful and not take what she had for granted, but she always wanted more from us. She wanted us to give her control over whatever she desired, and I couldn't allow that. So she began to look for something to help her take it by force, and she encountered a Daemon named Rasteva." Upon hearing this, the teen recoiled back in fear, but the older woman smiled softly. "I happened to be going by as I heard her talking to someone, and upon discovering what she was talking to, I told her that she would have to do better than using a Daemon to take your grandfather and I out. The Daemon, upon hearing your mother's goals, denied her a partnership, but he looked at me as though he respected me for telling him about her intentions. He walked out shortly after, but that night, I did manage to draw him." She took out a picture that was yellowed around the edges, and the drawing was very detailed for such a brief encounter. It even showed the respect that he had for her, and it calmed the girl down as she looked at it. "I don't know if I'd ever partner with one." Luna then took the book and turned it to a page with a few pictures of the girl as she was growing up, and in her handwriting, it showed that her great-grandmother had said that she had the potential to handle partnering with the strongest Daemons, but only if she could get a grip on her emotions in the process. "Great-grandma Reyna, she really said this?" Luna nodded, but then she ushered Isolde out of the study as it neared the time for one of their lessons.

"It's time for another lesson, my dear, but if you ever meet Rasteva, I'm sure you could handle him if you managed to partner with him."
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Post by Ramjammer » Sun Jan 13, 2019 9:23 pm

Rasteva did not trust the Human behind the desk.

Truth be told, they didn't trust any of the humans in the room, save for Isolde.

But the woman behind the desk was far and away, the worst person in the room. She seemed bored with the whole thing, dangling both their and Isolde's life over their heads as if it were a game. The Daemon wondered how many souls she'd condemned in this same room. Enough surely that the concept of killing Isolde didn't seem to bother her. The Daemon with her wasn't much better, an overbearing and imperious thing with a mouth he couldn't seem to close.

Rasteva hated him on sight.

Naturally the two of them wanted to make a deal. Power in exchange for servitude. The thought made Rasteva bristle in indignation. Was this really how far they'd fallen? Prostrating themselves before others in the hope that they'd toss a few scraps of power their way? Rage bubbled up inside of the proud Daemon and they were prepared to shout 'No.' in response. This was too much, far too much for Rasteva to bear and they would gladly die before debasing themselves in servitude to others.

So what then, had stopped them?

Isolde seemed uncertain, this much was obvious. The woman at the desk spoke of a bond they shared, something that Rasteva was forced begrudgingly to admit. They could in some manner, feel Isolde's emotions. They'd been everywhere this evening. Anger, confusion, sorrow. Even know she was skeptical, and still angry to some degree. She stared pointedly at the woman across the desk and the insufferable Daemon with her. Despite it all, she felt no fear. Remarkable when one considered that her life hung in the balance. But there was something else. She felt something else as she stared down at the papers, pen in hand, considering the options of not just her future, but Rasteva's as well.

It was the smallest, barely audible whisper of hope.

The sensation struck Rasteva like a massive blow. The Daemon was not one for hoping. They were either certain of a future, or they were not. But in the face of danger, and oblivion the Daemon had never dared to hope. The end came for all things, and loathe as they were to admit it, the end would come for them too. Pride had kept Rasteva going for decades now, but hope...That was something outside their realm of experience. Isolde seemed to have no problems with it, the emotion surely coming to her as naturally as anything else. It was faint, but it was THERE and Rasteva tentatively reached out to grab hold.

Looking back on it all, the moment made no logical sense to Rasteva. The had no assurance that things would be alright in the end. That they would survive everything that was thrown at them in the years after. But Isolde seemingly wanted to try. And so, Rasteva decided to try too.

Isolde's signing of the papers was met with absolutely no fanfare. Though the man sitting beside her relaxed visibly. He'd apparently been waiting for Isolde's decision with bated breath, and Rasteva did not want to think about what he might have done if she'd declined the strange woman's offer.

"Wonderful." The woman behind the desk drawled. "I am glad that we could come to an agreement, Officer Evans. The alternatives were almost too much to bear." She let her gaze travel towards Isolde's arm and huffed slightly as if annoyed by what she saw there. "Your wound has reopened it seems. Mr. Schoen will escort you to the infirmary for examination. On the way there he can explain the particulars of your training and orientation." She gave a brief nod to another man standing nearby and he sprang into action, approaching Isolde and urging her to follow him. "Let's get that wound properly looked at, yes? And while that's happening I'll tell you what to expect in the coming weeks."

His voice was even and kind, but Rasteva still did not trust the man. The Daemon did have to admit, however, that he was far better to deal with than the woman sitting behind them. Rasteva was forced to follow Isolde out of the room, but before they'd left completely the Lion Daemon spoke. "I look forward to seeing what you weaklings make of yourselves. Perhaps we can forge you both into something worthwhile."

Rasteva really did not like him.

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Re: Friends in the Void 2.0[1x1]

Post by Light-Witch » Mon Feb 04, 2019 12:27 am

Hidden in Isolde's pocket was a picture, a keepsake from her grandmother that she hoped didn't have blood on it, though she had been hoping to stay alive and not resort to running away again. The picture, though it was yellowing at the edges, was of Rasteva that her grandmother had drawn, and it served as her reason to keep a step ahead of her mother until she finally did meet the Daemon herself. Upon hearing that she needed to go to the infirmary to get her wound looked at, she suddenly found herself back to reality as the pain set in. She was hurting a lot, and by some miracle, she was still on her feet with only one major cut. No matter what, she was going to have to shower that night, and judging from the amount of blood, it was possible that she would need stitches. At least Allister was willing to explain what she was going to expect, and that gave her a sense of relief considering that things took an unexpected turn before she even walked through the door. Isolde followed him closely, now being aware that she had some new skills that she would need to train so she could understand her bond with Rasteva better, and she noticed the scratches on the door frame that definitely weren't of human origin, but she kept that to herself as she walked to the infirmary behind her superior.

Somewhere after they left the office, they managed to encounter another Junior Officer, Grayson Belmont, as he was doing his rounds. Isolde was one of the people that gave him a tour of the facility when he was doing his first rounds before she even knew what was under the ground floor, but she could tell that he was a good person despite the roughness from around him. Their interaction was brief, but considering her condition, it had to be a shock to see her with blood running down her arm. After that, it honestly felt like an eternity before they reached their destination, and yet the young woman made no attempt to stop the bleeding as they walked, mainly due to her mother hitting her for trying to do that as a child when the beatings drew blood. She sat down on the bed as she was administered aid, and listened carefully as Allister explained the new situation for her. Yet why did Isolde suddenly detect jealousy as her mind wandered back to the newer hire from Rasteva?

All she could do was ask more about the bond she had developed with her Daemon, and that was going to be enough from her for that night.
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