August 5th, 2014
It was silent except for the click of the lock behind her and the light pattering of rain against cobblestone. Lightning flashed, but the sound of thunder was absent for now. Minoko glanced south, in the direction of home, and then north, in the direction of the marketplace. She missed Emlen's apartment in WestEnd. It had been a nice middle point between Motoko's and the Black Scorpion. The twin's words sat in her mind, making an already awful situation cause her further unease. Things were worse if she couldn't change them at all. Minoko despised the idea of being a wife left in waiting. She twisted at the pair of rings that sat on her left hand and, after another moment of consideration, headed north. A stop at the Red Dragon would cheer her up, maybe.
From back aways, the dead eyes of the vehicle watched her. Once she got on what could be considered roadside, the lights blared, but he was hidden round a corner, so the sudden flash would be out of sight to her. He slowed out of the corner, the sharpened silver ride—no doubt paid for by one of his cougars—inched slowly across the stone. Soon, he'd be pulling up next to her like the creeper that he was. The window rolled down, and he peered out. "Minoko, right?"
The crash of thunder followed its long ago visual the very instant that Minoko became aware of the metal hunk that was creeping towards her. Minoko, yes. Her wide, nervous eyes darted over to the driver. His name wasn't coming to her, but she remembered that face. He was the boy from Sama, Emlen's fan. A slow nod was given before she started to examine his vehicle. She hated it, like she did every automobile except for Emlen's precious pickup. Still, hate or not, it was worth her attention. That much metal was always worth her attention. She dreamt of the ways she could tear it apart.
Those easy dusted eyes found their way to her, and then he smiled that unforgivable smile. Anyone who knew him, which was no one at all, would know it spoke tales of murder, and betrayal. To someone like Minoko, and everyone else, it seemed beautiful, every tooth perfectly shaped, perfectly sewn together to display flawlessness between his lips. "Why are you walking in the rain?"
"...I forgot my umbrella." She was always forgetting that damn thing. Minoko's gaze wandered skyward then, as if she was noticing the rain for the first time. It seemed that she was numb to whatever power, charming or threatening, his gaze held. "Why are you driving in the rain?"
A hand disappeared down to retrieve something by the door, and when he brought it back into view, a cigarette was fastened to his lips. He chuckled past it, as he lit it and inhaled, drawing the small scorching tip into a full blown cherry. He spoke through it, looking up at her with a boyish grin and offering a small shrug. "I have nowhere to be, so why not?"
Minoko stared curiously at the cigarette. Between Emlen, Motoko and Patrick it felt like she was always surrounded by swirls of smoke. "I guess I don't have anywhere to be either." Teeth sank into the inside of her cheek as she wondered whether or not that was true. She'd find out sooner or later. With the inn staffed and her sister busy with children that refused to sleep, it all came down to her husband.
"Well, how about I take you home" Or to the bar" Wherever you want to be, really. Like I said, I don't have anywhere to be..." the well-spoken tramp said in a puff of smoke. "Or, I could walk with you....Or give you an umbrella, I'm sure a pretty thing like you has better things to do than sit outside a car in the rain, talking to some nobody."
Though the woman was usually dumb enough to do such a thing, tonight Minoko didn't respond well to flattery. The right corner of her mouth twitched in an expression of unease. Sure, she wasn't the ugliest thing around, but wet clothes and a morose attitude usually didn't add up to pretty. "Did you ever run into Emlen?" Minoko had listened to the boy and kept his presence in Rhy'Din a secret. Maybe she shouldn't have.
"Not yet..." Aloysius said, and let a sad, sensitive little expression overcome his face for a moment. "I'm kind of nervous, to be honest. Emlen was kind of a mentor to me. Which was an odd match, given I was a handler, and he, a weapon. I failed my village, Minoko." The boy opened up, finally. Though it was all a facade, it was still true. "I let him die. It's hard for me to face him, anyone from Sama."
Sensitivity was apparently far more effective than flattery. Minoko's gaze shifted to the boy's eyes, and Aloysius would feel that she was really looking at him for the first time that night. "But isn't that how it's supposed to be? The weapon dying for his handler, I mean. I don't see how you failed..." Emlen was the supposed failure. She thought of Novia, dead in her original form but alive in Myles's body. Minoko's stare grew distant.
"It is....But when everyone seems to think that you murdered your best friend, and they accuse you of it daily....Well, I'm sure you can imagine that being a different story. Even still, the Sama rules....They're outdated....There's no honor in losing your partner, Minoko....It doesn't matter what side they're on, handler, weapon....It shouldn't happen. Not to anyone." A final drag was taken from the cigarette, and he flicked it out of the car, but away from her.
Well that was quite a twist on the classic Sama tale of loss. Minoko took Aloysius's flick of a cigarette butt as an excuse to look away from him. Her gaze followed the filter into a nearby puddle. "I'm sorry....I can't even imagine why they would think something like that..." The image of Sama's graveyard flashed in her mind. She wondered if she had passed the grave of his fallen weapon in her attempt to locate Novia's tombstone.
Aloysius threw his hand and shrugged. "My fault," he said heartlessly, pretending he didn't care. "I was a troubled kid....Didn't take kindly to anyone, but Emlen...and my weapon of course....I gave nobody any reason to believe I didn't do it." Except his word. He hated them. He hated everyone in that village.
Hate was a strong word, but Minoko would be lying if she said that she wasn't on a similar path when it came to the people of Sama. Clara's actions hadn't helped, of course. As far as Minoko was concerned, all the good citizens of that damned village had already left. "I'm sorry," was said for a second time. "They don't like me at all either. I'd like to visit, to meet Emlen's mother and all that, but..." She grimaced down at wet feet, cradled by sandals. "I'm pretty sure it's not going to happen."
"Yeah, they're outdated in their ways, like I said..." Aloysius mumbled softly, "They hate outsiders, difference....Think they can make people marry who they think they should marry..." A soft sigh escaped his lips and he jerked his eyes away. "Anyways, new subject....I hate thinking about that damned place."
Minoko pushed some damp strands of hair out of her face when she looked back to the boy. At the mention of marriage she thought to how Emlen had reacted when they first spoke of his 'engagement' to Orchid. Were the elders' arrangements a source of unease for everyone" She had thought it was only Emlen. "So you had a village fianc" too then?" Finally, finally the woman smiled. It appeared that Aloysius's sigh and request for a new subject had managed to cheer Minoko up just a bit. "Oh! We can talk about...food." What else was there to talk about"
"Food," Aloysius said softly, and tossed the car into park. He fished around in his pocket to make sure something was still there, and then shut the car off, leaving the window down and the keys in the ignition. He stepped out, and leaned against the car. "I may as well get wet, too. What's your favorite food?"
How could she pick just one food"! Sushi was what came to mind, but that didn't really answer the question. There were so many different kinds of sushi rolls that claiming sushi as a favorite food just felt like a cop out. She tried to narrow it down by arranging a perfect plate in her head. "Umm....I think if I have to pick one I'll say grilled shrimp. How about you?"
"Oh man....I guess I'd pick tacos" There's nothing better than a taco." Was there an innuendo in his words" More than likely, judging by that smirk that settled across his features. Still, the boy loved tacos. It was a shame, though....He really liked this girl. It sucked that he had to knock her out and drag her back to his place like a primal caveman.
Whoosh! That was the sound of the taco joke going right over Minoko's head. The Asian smiled brightly because she, too, enjoyed tacos. Just not the kind that Aloysius was talking about. "We should get some shrimp tacos then! Doesn't that sound good" With sake, maybe..." Any booze would do, really. She wasn't picky.
Aloysius smiled, "Shrimp tacos sound amazing. Go ahead and hop in, I'll drive until we find a place." They did sound amazing, and he'd like nothing more. Business, however, came before pleasure. So if she turned to circle around to the passenger's side, he'd go ahead and fish that rag right out of his deep pocket, and attempt to grab her from behind, and knock her out as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Minoko's smile wavered, but it didn't have to do with any suspicions regarding Aloysius. His name had made its way back to the surface of her mind in the last few minutes. She could remember the way he had politely sounded it out for her. So, even though Minoko wasn't very excited about getting into the boy's car, she cooperated. The Asian started to circle around the vehicle and soon found a rag being pressed to the lower half of her face. She wasn't too familiar with this abduction tactic, but the chemical fumes were enough to alert her that something wasn't quite right. Minoko wriggled in Aloysius's grasp and immediately started to bring a dagger to life in the grip of her right hand. It was as she fell unconscious that the boy would feel it sinking into his stomach, and yet the entirely metal thing wasn't finished. It was dull, more handle than blade, more fitting for a poke than a stab. There hadn't been enough time to panic or properly create. There had only been a window to try. Her tries never seemed to be good enough. A pitiful sounding breath was exhaled into the rag as she slumped back into her opponent's arms.
Aloysius caught the woman and smiled softly though it was of a sad nature, sprawled out across his expression. "I'm sorry, beautiful..." the man whispered and lifted her bridal style, popping open the rear door and laying her across the seat. A few hairs were brushed out of her face as he admired it, and then he drew his eyes away, stole away the fondness from his own mind. "Let's get you out of the rain..."
The not-quite-a-dagger clattered to the cobblestone as her body went entirely limp. It would be the only evidence that she had ever been here, though her fingerprints would probably wash off the misshapen metal object with the rain that continued to fall. If there was any life left in the woman then she might have pondered why Aloysius would call her beautiful. At the same time she probably would have been trying to injure herself in an attempt to let Emlen know something was wrong. Unfortunately, none of that occurred. Minoko was completely still on the car seat. Chloroform might just be her new drug of choice, because the damp beauty looked surprisingly serene.
It was silent except for the click of the lock behind her and the light pattering of rain against cobblestone. Lightning flashed, but the sound of thunder was absent for now. Minoko glanced south, in the direction of home, and then north, in the direction of the marketplace. She missed Emlen's apartment in WestEnd. It had been a nice middle point between Motoko's and the Black Scorpion. The twin's words sat in her mind, making an already awful situation cause her further unease. Things were worse if she couldn't change them at all. Minoko despised the idea of being a wife left in waiting. She twisted at the pair of rings that sat on her left hand and, after another moment of consideration, headed north. A stop at the Red Dragon would cheer her up, maybe.
From back aways, the dead eyes of the vehicle watched her. Once she got on what could be considered roadside, the lights blared, but he was hidden round a corner, so the sudden flash would be out of sight to her. He slowed out of the corner, the sharpened silver ride—no doubt paid for by one of his cougars—inched slowly across the stone. Soon, he'd be pulling up next to her like the creeper that he was. The window rolled down, and he peered out. "Minoko, right?"
The crash of thunder followed its long ago visual the very instant that Minoko became aware of the metal hunk that was creeping towards her. Minoko, yes. Her wide, nervous eyes darted over to the driver. His name wasn't coming to her, but she remembered that face. He was the boy from Sama, Emlen's fan. A slow nod was given before she started to examine his vehicle. She hated it, like she did every automobile except for Emlen's precious pickup. Still, hate or not, it was worth her attention. That much metal was always worth her attention. She dreamt of the ways she could tear it apart.
Those easy dusted eyes found their way to her, and then he smiled that unforgivable smile. Anyone who knew him, which was no one at all, would know it spoke tales of murder, and betrayal. To someone like Minoko, and everyone else, it seemed beautiful, every tooth perfectly shaped, perfectly sewn together to display flawlessness between his lips. "Why are you walking in the rain?"
"...I forgot my umbrella." She was always forgetting that damn thing. Minoko's gaze wandered skyward then, as if she was noticing the rain for the first time. It seemed that she was numb to whatever power, charming or threatening, his gaze held. "Why are you driving in the rain?"
A hand disappeared down to retrieve something by the door, and when he brought it back into view, a cigarette was fastened to his lips. He chuckled past it, as he lit it and inhaled, drawing the small scorching tip into a full blown cherry. He spoke through it, looking up at her with a boyish grin and offering a small shrug. "I have nowhere to be, so why not?"
Minoko stared curiously at the cigarette. Between Emlen, Motoko and Patrick it felt like she was always surrounded by swirls of smoke. "I guess I don't have anywhere to be either." Teeth sank into the inside of her cheek as she wondered whether or not that was true. She'd find out sooner or later. With the inn staffed and her sister busy with children that refused to sleep, it all came down to her husband.
"Well, how about I take you home" Or to the bar" Wherever you want to be, really. Like I said, I don't have anywhere to be..." the well-spoken tramp said in a puff of smoke. "Or, I could walk with you....Or give you an umbrella, I'm sure a pretty thing like you has better things to do than sit outside a car in the rain, talking to some nobody."
Though the woman was usually dumb enough to do such a thing, tonight Minoko didn't respond well to flattery. The right corner of her mouth twitched in an expression of unease. Sure, she wasn't the ugliest thing around, but wet clothes and a morose attitude usually didn't add up to pretty. "Did you ever run into Emlen?" Minoko had listened to the boy and kept his presence in Rhy'Din a secret. Maybe she shouldn't have.
"Not yet..." Aloysius said, and let a sad, sensitive little expression overcome his face for a moment. "I'm kind of nervous, to be honest. Emlen was kind of a mentor to me. Which was an odd match, given I was a handler, and he, a weapon. I failed my village, Minoko." The boy opened up, finally. Though it was all a facade, it was still true. "I let him die. It's hard for me to face him, anyone from Sama."
Sensitivity was apparently far more effective than flattery. Minoko's gaze shifted to the boy's eyes, and Aloysius would feel that she was really looking at him for the first time that night. "But isn't that how it's supposed to be? The weapon dying for his handler, I mean. I don't see how you failed..." Emlen was the supposed failure. She thought of Novia, dead in her original form but alive in Myles's body. Minoko's stare grew distant.
"It is....But when everyone seems to think that you murdered your best friend, and they accuse you of it daily....Well, I'm sure you can imagine that being a different story. Even still, the Sama rules....They're outdated....There's no honor in losing your partner, Minoko....It doesn't matter what side they're on, handler, weapon....It shouldn't happen. Not to anyone." A final drag was taken from the cigarette, and he flicked it out of the car, but away from her.
Well that was quite a twist on the classic Sama tale of loss. Minoko took Aloysius's flick of a cigarette butt as an excuse to look away from him. Her gaze followed the filter into a nearby puddle. "I'm sorry....I can't even imagine why they would think something like that..." The image of Sama's graveyard flashed in her mind. She wondered if she had passed the grave of his fallen weapon in her attempt to locate Novia's tombstone.
Aloysius threw his hand and shrugged. "My fault," he said heartlessly, pretending he didn't care. "I was a troubled kid....Didn't take kindly to anyone, but Emlen...and my weapon of course....I gave nobody any reason to believe I didn't do it." Except his word. He hated them. He hated everyone in that village.
Hate was a strong word, but Minoko would be lying if she said that she wasn't on a similar path when it came to the people of Sama. Clara's actions hadn't helped, of course. As far as Minoko was concerned, all the good citizens of that damned village had already left. "I'm sorry," was said for a second time. "They don't like me at all either. I'd like to visit, to meet Emlen's mother and all that, but..." She grimaced down at wet feet, cradled by sandals. "I'm pretty sure it's not going to happen."
"Yeah, they're outdated in their ways, like I said..." Aloysius mumbled softly, "They hate outsiders, difference....Think they can make people marry who they think they should marry..." A soft sigh escaped his lips and he jerked his eyes away. "Anyways, new subject....I hate thinking about that damned place."
Minoko pushed some damp strands of hair out of her face when she looked back to the boy. At the mention of marriage she thought to how Emlen had reacted when they first spoke of his 'engagement' to Orchid. Were the elders' arrangements a source of unease for everyone" She had thought it was only Emlen. "So you had a village fianc" too then?" Finally, finally the woman smiled. It appeared that Aloysius's sigh and request for a new subject had managed to cheer Minoko up just a bit. "Oh! We can talk about...food." What else was there to talk about"
"Food," Aloysius said softly, and tossed the car into park. He fished around in his pocket to make sure something was still there, and then shut the car off, leaving the window down and the keys in the ignition. He stepped out, and leaned against the car. "I may as well get wet, too. What's your favorite food?"
How could she pick just one food"! Sushi was what came to mind, but that didn't really answer the question. There were so many different kinds of sushi rolls that claiming sushi as a favorite food just felt like a cop out. She tried to narrow it down by arranging a perfect plate in her head. "Umm....I think if I have to pick one I'll say grilled shrimp. How about you?"
"Oh man....I guess I'd pick tacos" There's nothing better than a taco." Was there an innuendo in his words" More than likely, judging by that smirk that settled across his features. Still, the boy loved tacos. It was a shame, though....He really liked this girl. It sucked that he had to knock her out and drag her back to his place like a primal caveman.
Whoosh! That was the sound of the taco joke going right over Minoko's head. The Asian smiled brightly because she, too, enjoyed tacos. Just not the kind that Aloysius was talking about. "We should get some shrimp tacos then! Doesn't that sound good" With sake, maybe..." Any booze would do, really. She wasn't picky.
Aloysius smiled, "Shrimp tacos sound amazing. Go ahead and hop in, I'll drive until we find a place." They did sound amazing, and he'd like nothing more. Business, however, came before pleasure. So if she turned to circle around to the passenger's side, he'd go ahead and fish that rag right out of his deep pocket, and attempt to grab her from behind, and knock her out as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Minoko's smile wavered, but it didn't have to do with any suspicions regarding Aloysius. His name had made its way back to the surface of her mind in the last few minutes. She could remember the way he had politely sounded it out for her. So, even though Minoko wasn't very excited about getting into the boy's car, she cooperated. The Asian started to circle around the vehicle and soon found a rag being pressed to the lower half of her face. She wasn't too familiar with this abduction tactic, but the chemical fumes were enough to alert her that something wasn't quite right. Minoko wriggled in Aloysius's grasp and immediately started to bring a dagger to life in the grip of her right hand. It was as she fell unconscious that the boy would feel it sinking into his stomach, and yet the entirely metal thing wasn't finished. It was dull, more handle than blade, more fitting for a poke than a stab. There hadn't been enough time to panic or properly create. There had only been a window to try. Her tries never seemed to be good enough. A pitiful sounding breath was exhaled into the rag as she slumped back into her opponent's arms.
Aloysius caught the woman and smiled softly though it was of a sad nature, sprawled out across his expression. "I'm sorry, beautiful..." the man whispered and lifted her bridal style, popping open the rear door and laying her across the seat. A few hairs were brushed out of her face as he admired it, and then he drew his eyes away, stole away the fondness from his own mind. "Let's get you out of the rain..."
The not-quite-a-dagger clattered to the cobblestone as her body went entirely limp. It would be the only evidence that she had ever been here, though her fingerprints would probably wash off the misshapen metal object with the rain that continued to fall. If there was any life left in the woman then she might have pondered why Aloysius would call her beautiful. At the same time she probably would have been trying to injure herself in an attempt to let Emlen know something was wrong. Unfortunately, none of that occurred. Minoko was completely still on the car seat. Chloroform might just be her new drug of choice, because the damp beauty looked surprisingly serene.