3rd Kill ~ Console/Video

[irishthor]

[Action; Early morning - Locked to Katara.]

[His dreams are wracked by memories. Of cold ice, of forests... Of bonds broken and forged. To those looking in, he would be moving, sleeping restless, sweat beaded on his brow, and the occasional noise slipping past his lips...

That is until he jolts up, hand grasping for a weapon that isn't there, eyes wild, before he realises where he is, and relaxes a tad.]

Christ... [This is mumbled, a hand raised to scrub over his face, feeling the roughness of the unshaven stubble under his fingers. He hasn't really shaved or tended to himself these past days; wasn't much of a point.] ...I have to stop nearly dying...

[Private audio to Skulduggery Pleasant.]

You said to inform you if I learnt something regarding these muggings...

[Open]

[Shay Cormac has seen better days. He still looks pale, and sweat is still visible on his brow, but he's looking a lot healthier than people have seen him before today. His hair is still down, and he's wearing local garb, but... at least he looks better.]

So, what do you do when your soul gem changes colour?

[He pulls out a red gem on a pendant, dangling it before the camera.]

Because this was green before- [And he stops, blinking, staring off, and then around his surroundings. From the feed, people can see that he's in the hotel lobby, but Shay is acting like he's seeing something else... and then his attention returns to the console. He clears his throat, looking a tad abashed.]

Er... My apologies. I thought I... [A glance over his shoulder.] Never mind. Any information on what this means, I would appreciate it.

[And the feed gets cut.]

[Private to Deon Wilson]

I owe you a debt, my friend.

[Private to Arno Dorian]

As much as I never thought I'd say these words to an Assassin again, I owe you my life. Thank you.

Comments

[wolfstrike]

Yeah he's some big bad that was here before I ever came. His followers are called Cultists, and people seem to think she was one of them.

[Emphasis on was.]

[irishthor]

Aye. I've heard they seem to be back out in full force. Of course, it could be a ruse.

[wolfstrike]

I don't think so. Whatever they're doing, she was willing to die for it.

[irishthor]

Perhaps the true nature of her cause remains to be seen, and she was willing to die to protect it?

[wolfstrike]

Maybe, but she seemed to believe in it. Didn't stop her from talking though.

[If only that poison had waited a little longer to kick in.]

[irishthor]

You were lucky, mate. Mine nary strung two words together.

[wolfstrike]

I wouldn't call it luck. I had some help.

[irishthor]

So, you managed to track down your mugger?

[wolfstrike]

Nope, we caught her in the act.

[irishthor]

Just one attacker?

[wolfstrike]

Three. The other two got away with my soul gem.

[irishthor]

At least they're smart enough to attack in groups.

[wolfstrike]

Yeah, great for them. Not so much for us.

[irishthor]

[A nod.]

They seem to have a lot of different people working with them. I don't think one mugging's been the same as the last.

[wolfstrike]

You're right about that. Mine seemed to know what they were doing. A friend of mine was mugged by a bunch of kids and got a letter from their parents the next day.

[irishthor]

Mine, too. They seemed like... people I know from home. Their actions, how they attacked... everything.

It was... concerning.

[wolfstrike]

Now that you mention it, mine reminded me of some assassins back home too. And that friend of mine that got mugged by kids kinda specializes in taking care of kids.

[Thats really coincidental.]

[irishthor]

So, they know us. The question is how. I don't exactly go about advertising me entire life for the whole city to hear.

[wolfstrike]

Beats me. Maybe it has something to do with how we got here.

[irishthor]

That would be a possibility, considering people don't even know why we're still showing up.