Re: Midnight on the Western Road

[Piper]

In response to Kaylor's story, posted here:

http://catskills-rp-portal.proboards.com/i...y&thread=46

RP from 3/15/09.

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Piper lay sprawled inelegantly across her couch, long limbs twisted and dangling from the sides in a fashion reminiscent of a broken marionette. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling through half-closed eyelids, reaching down to dip a biscuit into the teacup that she'd set on the floor beside her. The lanky woman held the biscuit between her lips as she pushed herself up into a seated position and, gingerly taking the small cup between her fingers, she mulled over the events of the evening with each sip. A roguish smile barely appeared over the rim of the cup she clutched at her chin as she rhythmically rapped her nails against the ceramic.

Kaylor's actions had revealed more than he'd intended; she was certain of it. She wondered if he and Va'lis had really thought she would be foolish enough not to see through their trick. Perhaps, though, Va'lis had forgotten that in addition to being a fencer and poisoner, she was also an animal handler of nearly legendary repute with knowledge of magery and ninjitsu -- including the use of animal forms. It seemed being a jack of all trades did have its advantages now and then.

Taking a final bite of the biscuit, she crossed her legs up on the couch with an inquisitive expression. What were they after, anyway? she asked herself before shaking her head in dismissal of the thought. While she was always curious, it was of little consquence; Va'lis had been told, in no uncertain terms, not to set foot on Olympian territory. The vampire's dark-haired "Knight of Everthorne" had come dangerously close to sampling a dose of her poison, and she wished in retrospect that she'd followed through on, rather than quelled the impulse. Coaxing the last drop of tea from her cup, she regretted with a small grin that a select few Guardians in particular hadn't been present for the ordeal. Maybe next time, she consoled herself, we'll have ourselves a real show.

Rising to her feet, Piper crossed the sitting room and plucked her tricorne hat and cloak from the rack, readying herself before slinging her satchel across her shoulder and slipping through the front doors. After locking them with a soft click, she stepped from the covered porch out into the night, pausing to glance skyward at the perfect canopy of stars.

Regardless, next time would be different; the legion had its orders.

Now they had only to wait.