Post by Kaija on Sept 10, 2022 17:35:15 GMT
And thus began the examination of The Great Silver-Haired Witch.
Radeka and Jorogumo seemed to pay little mind to the cleansing of his blades, but the guards seemed to make a few preparations of their own with the time given. Slowly, their malleable bodies began to shift; their identicality to the men whose names were written on their nametags began to dwindle in favor of forms more suited to combat. Claws grew from the ends of “Mr. Jones’” fingers as his teeth grew sharp and jagged. “Mr. Seigler” rolled up his right sleeve and straightened his arm before a blade of reinforced bone grew out from the outer side of that arm and around the edges of his fingers and thumb; extending well past both his elbow and fingertips to form a rather impressive piece of natural weaponry. Stil, neither of them attacked.
Not even when the intruder approached their master.
None of that was the most unnerving observation. No, his nose had already warned him of their inhuman nature long before it made its way to the surface. What was more unnerving was the sheer lack of response from their master, even as he pressed his blades against her throat. It wasn’t just the mask of a good actor, either. She continued to breathe with ease. Not a drop of sweat fell from her brow. Her heartbeat was… even more relaxed than it had been when she was staring at the image of her own face.
He did get a raised brow from her, though.
She glanced down at his blades, then back up to meet eyes with him.
She chuckled to herself.
Radeka and Jorogumo seemed to pay little mind to the cleansing of his blades, but the guards seemed to make a few preparations of their own with the time given. Slowly, their malleable bodies began to shift; their identicality to the men whose names were written on their nametags began to dwindle in favor of forms more suited to combat. Claws grew from the ends of “Mr. Jones’” fingers as his teeth grew sharp and jagged. “Mr. Seigler” rolled up his right sleeve and straightened his arm before a blade of reinforced bone grew out from the outer side of that arm and around the edges of his fingers and thumb; extending well past both his elbow and fingertips to form a rather impressive piece of natural weaponry. Stil, neither of them attacked.
Not even when the intruder approached their master.
None of that was the most unnerving observation. No, his nose had already warned him of their inhuman nature long before it made its way to the surface. What was more unnerving was the sheer lack of response from their master, even as he pressed his blades against her throat. It wasn’t just the mask of a good actor, either. She continued to breathe with ease. Not a drop of sweat fell from her brow. Her heartbeat was… even more relaxed than it had been when she was staring at the image of her own face.
He did get a raised brow from her, though.
"It amazes me that you can boast about ‘fighting the good fight’ for sixteen-hundred years as though that's some kind of accomplishment. Like that's something to be proud of. Tell me, Septimus. Are you actually interested in making a positive difference or is this just a hobby for you? I honestly can’t tell. But, then again…” she brought an index finger up to one of the blades and ran it down the edge; leaving a trail of blood behind. Moments after, she pulled the finger away and the wound closed without leaving a single mark, "You do seem to be rather fond of wasting your efforts on pointless things, don't you?”
She glanced down at his blades, then back up to meet eyes with him.
"You pride yourself on your intelligence, yes? Well, I understand your war, but I question if you understand the battle that you seem so eager to initiate. It’s time for a pop quiz, sweetheart. What exactly is it that I’m trying to accomplish here?”
She chuckled to herself.
"And just what is it that you’re trying so hard to prevent?”