Rome
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Post by Rome on Jun 7, 2013 9:34:09 GMT -5
- - - - - With Skaldi's efforts, it only took them a few more minutes or so of walking to reach the place, and, as expected, not a single soul was in sight, aside from a woman working behind one of the ticket counters. Really though, Salazaria had no idea why someone would even want a graveyard shift in a job like this, especially considering how dangerous it was. Yes, she herself was a mere cat burglar, but who knows if one day, that lady might encounter someone who's about a hundred times worse? A rapist, a murderer, a clown, whichever; it was a terrifying thought that a clown would pop up in the middle of the night when you're all alone in such a wide area.
Creepy thoughts aside, the girl was rather glad that they finally came to a halt as Skaldi propped her down on one of the empty waiting seats. Truth be told, she wasn't sure if this was such a good idea. This place is probably ridden with surveillance cameras, and what if, one day, they found Skaldi associating with a wanted criminal? That would diminish his reputation, as well as tarnishing the name of the guild he was now leading. When he excused himself for just a moment, she had a vague idea that he was about to purchase a ticket for her, but.. well.. what's the use of that? Obviously, she wouldn't have been able to enjoy the whole train ride as a simple passenger, right? With the Knights hot on her stiletto heels right then, she had planned to actually hop onto the roof of the train instead, but apparently Skaldi had other ideas.
Aside from a nice, refreshing drink of cold water, or even a hot shower, the one thing Salazaria needed at that moment would definitely be a notepad and a pen, but after dwelling a bit deeper into the matter, she decided against it, seeing as there was a chance that he might actually recognize her handwriting. Since she couldn't really communicate with him via verbal exchange, she might as well write out her dialogues. And just when he returned with the expected ticket and passing it to her without utteirng a single word, she sighed. Not in the frustrated manner that she was so used to, but in a way that pretty much expressed the words 'fine, I'll take it'.
And thank god he threw that packet of cigarettes away. The last thing she'd want was for him to sm-.. and it seemed that she jumped to conclusions a few seconds too soon. Before she could even begin to protest in a non-verbal form, he had already lit up the piece of poison and took a puff from it. That in itself prompted the rubber-clad feline to plop herself back onto her own two feet, just so she could smack, or just grab that piece of cigarette away from his mouth. If granted that opportunity, she would of course, start extinguishing the lighted end of the bud via grinding her foot against it.
What came next would be a bit of an oddity, since it was the first time she's demonstrated the ability to conjure up something like this, for the sole purpose of using it as a form of communication. A floating sheet of darkness no bigger than the surface of a standard wooden desk remains hovering right in front of her, as she starts grazing it with the claw of her index finger, forming weirdly shaped alphabets, which would then form a complete sentence. Well, complete as in, it got straight to the point without her sugarcoating what she had intended to say. And because she's not all that used to this, her handwriting looks pretty crooked, virtually unrecognizable if compared to her usual style of writing in scripted fonts.
"Smoking is bad."
At first, it only started off with those three simple words, but then she quickly added to the end of it, having decided that her, showing any compassion, was probably a bad idea.
"Second hand smoke is bad for me too."
WORDS: words TAG: skaldi SPELLS: spells NOTES: lalala
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