Quiet. Just how she liked it. Quiet enough to hear herself think. Her life over the past year had simmered and become more routine, calmer. With her track record, this is usually where she would bolt. Time to leave in search of...well, if she knew that, she'd be happily ever after someplace. The Scathachian never knew what she wanted, not really, nor why she wanted it. It was as if her soul craved chaos, unrest. Perhaps, as someone once told her, she thrived on drama, on stress. Her body and mind only truly focused when they absolutely had to: in the pinpointed moment of battle, in the instant of explosion, the split second she heard a scream for help. Maybe that was her true home: not a place, but a time. Was she forever chasing the sensation of adrenaline, a pounding pulse, rapid breathing" Was she always taking flight looking for that next fight or flight situation' Is that why she never stayed in a relationship" Is that why she never stayed in one place too long"
Quiet. Quiet enough to hear herself think. It wasn't always a good thing.
Isuelt's strong back was pressed up against the stone ediface on the roof of the First Goblin Bank of Rhydin, next to one of the corner gargoyles that adored the building's rain gutters. Her chin was lowered, letting the sparse and sporadic moonlight brighten the crown of dark hair atop her head. Her black lashes were slightly shaded toward the street, though her espresso eyes saw nothing. Not that there was no activity tonight, but that she wasn't seeing. Apparently, tonight her sight was turned inward, remaining vigilant on why she seemed so restless about not being restless. This life, this routine had become nearly cemented: Sleep, eat, watch, arrest, pray, sleep, eat, watch, arrest, pray....And yet, she felt secure with no real desire to run.
Perhaps this is what scared her most of all.
"You planning on robbing the bank?" The voice almost startled her, so deep was she in her own private thoughts. "Or do you just come up here for the view?"
Her head snapped back to look past her shoulder to see Watch Sergeant Richard Cullen standing there with something of a cocky grin on his lips. For a moment, Isuelt was embarrassed and wondered how long he'd been standing there. She let out a rather large exhale as her heart rate simmered. She worried that she was losing her razor-sharp edge.
"I'm only asking because you're setting off a few alarms." After a pause, Cullen's next words seemed to fall out of his mouth, perhaps a bit too quickly. "I mean...that the bank had installed lately...and...see, they're up on the roof here..."
Isuelt turned around slowly, her back pushing off the stone. The Watch Sergeant's recovery allowed for one of her own. She wasn't sure what she was more disturbed by: her impending stagnancy or her failure to hear him coming. "Evening, Cullen..." She employed her usual response to him.
"DeRomiano..." He returned the favor.
"Sorry," her hands, vacant of gloves this evening, were shoved into her pockets just in front of her blades. "I didn't know they were here."
"No, you wouldn't have. Just apparently had them put in this last month. Something about extra protection from a slight surge of the usual stuff around here. S'possed to be in a while ago, but that blizzard slowed things down. Guys told me that they were unsure if they even worked right yet, since they're still testing 'em..." He reached up and scratched at his salt and pepper stubble, rambling now.
"I guess they do." Her chin turned to the left and sat parallel with her shoulder as she looked past the edge of the building and stared at the street below. The Judge took a moment to wrap up her earlier thoughts and tuck them away for further exploration later.
"Everything okay, DeRomiano?" Cullen noted that she lacked her usual wit that would have probably resulted in some smart ass comment to him or a joke about his response time. She was uncommonly quiet and something about that disturbed him greatly. He was nearly sure he was about to be told of some heinous new threat or a grotesque finding. He braced for it.
"Mmmhmm." A slight nod as she looked back to him was her only response. It did little to win his confidence.
The Sergeant's legs started for her and she took it to mean that he had some new case for her. How convenient that he would find her up here setting off the alarms. Efficient. Isuelt straightened her posture and raised her chin, preparing herself for whatever horrific news he had for her.
"Issy," stopping just short of her, he raised his arm and placed a hand on her shoulder. The wool of her cloak beneath his fingers was frigid to the touch and he deduced that she'd been up here on this roof for far longer than any tripped alarm indicated.
She exhaled and looked at directly at him, he was only slightly taller than she was.
"Iz..." he used a familiar term that only a handful of people in the city would dare. Though, truth be told, he'd earned that right. "I've known you for quite a while now. Worked with you pretty closely through some tough cases and one thing I know for sure is that you aren't yourself." Cullen was quiet for a pause as he let that sink in. "What is it?"
Her dark brows tightened and her lips set themselves in a firm line. Her gaze at the Watchman sharpened and he just about tensed himself thinking she was about to deck him.
Her shoulders lifted and fell suddenly and she sighed through her words as her body relaxed, "You know, it's absolutely nothing." Well, she didn't exactly lie. Isuelt's lips curled in a soft smile, "I think it's time for bed and a bath, that's all. Long day."
"Mmhmm." Cullen's nod was sharp, but not as sharp as his attention on her. She's not telling him the whole truth, but that was her right. She had no obligation to even tell him that much. "You take care of yourself, okay DeRomiano?"
A side-swept smirk as she nodded and began to side-step the Sergeant, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
As she moved away from him, he continued, "I mean it. This city needs you at the top of your game." He said this with such total conviction that she actually paused in her steps and turned back to look at him. Tall and lean against the moon's light, his salt and pepper stubble showed off more salt than pepper. His broad shoulders cut a sharp outline against the background, arms folded over his chest. Isuelt thought at that moment that he looked more like a Watchman than she'd ever seen. Not behind a desk, buried in paperwork, but a strong man out in the middle of the city he fought so hard to keep order in.
"Yes, sir," her words were quiet, nearly whispered; had there been a breeze at that moment, Cullen might not have heard the Scathachian. But the winds were kind and he caught not only her reply, but the subtle hint behind them. He thought for a moment it was weariness, but the use of her word 'sir' puzzled, and in fact, disturbed him all the more.
Cullen tried to piece together what was bothering her, but that was not something he could do in one night. "You don't work for me, Issy. If anything, I work for you." He nodded, the hat on his head causing a bit of shadow play on his face.
Isuelt smiled at that for a moment and then dipped her chin to him as she moved to the fire escape (gods forbid she ever use the stairs). "I'll remember that, Cullen..." And she disappeared silently, letting the darkness encompass her. After all, this was more her style, not languishing around on rooftops getting surprised.
Cullen stared after the space in his line of sight that was once occupied by the Judge, smirking to himself. "And by the way...I'm getting a promotion..." But that would have to wait for the next time they met.
Quiet. Quiet enough to hear herself think. It wasn't always a good thing.
Isuelt's strong back was pressed up against the stone ediface on the roof of the First Goblin Bank of Rhydin, next to one of the corner gargoyles that adored the building's rain gutters. Her chin was lowered, letting the sparse and sporadic moonlight brighten the crown of dark hair atop her head. Her black lashes were slightly shaded toward the street, though her espresso eyes saw nothing. Not that there was no activity tonight, but that she wasn't seeing. Apparently, tonight her sight was turned inward, remaining vigilant on why she seemed so restless about not being restless. This life, this routine had become nearly cemented: Sleep, eat, watch, arrest, pray, sleep, eat, watch, arrest, pray....And yet, she felt secure with no real desire to run.
Perhaps this is what scared her most of all.
"You planning on robbing the bank?" The voice almost startled her, so deep was she in her own private thoughts. "Or do you just come up here for the view?"
Her head snapped back to look past her shoulder to see Watch Sergeant Richard Cullen standing there with something of a cocky grin on his lips. For a moment, Isuelt was embarrassed and wondered how long he'd been standing there. She let out a rather large exhale as her heart rate simmered. She worried that she was losing her razor-sharp edge.
"I'm only asking because you're setting off a few alarms." After a pause, Cullen's next words seemed to fall out of his mouth, perhaps a bit too quickly. "I mean...that the bank had installed lately...and...see, they're up on the roof here..."
Isuelt turned around slowly, her back pushing off the stone. The Watch Sergeant's recovery allowed for one of her own. She wasn't sure what she was more disturbed by: her impending stagnancy or her failure to hear him coming. "Evening, Cullen..." She employed her usual response to him.
"DeRomiano..." He returned the favor.
"Sorry," her hands, vacant of gloves this evening, were shoved into her pockets just in front of her blades. "I didn't know they were here."
"No, you wouldn't have. Just apparently had them put in this last month. Something about extra protection from a slight surge of the usual stuff around here. S'possed to be in a while ago, but that blizzard slowed things down. Guys told me that they were unsure if they even worked right yet, since they're still testing 'em..." He reached up and scratched at his salt and pepper stubble, rambling now.
"I guess they do." Her chin turned to the left and sat parallel with her shoulder as she looked past the edge of the building and stared at the street below. The Judge took a moment to wrap up her earlier thoughts and tuck them away for further exploration later.
"Everything okay, DeRomiano?" Cullen noted that she lacked her usual wit that would have probably resulted in some smart ass comment to him or a joke about his response time. She was uncommonly quiet and something about that disturbed him greatly. He was nearly sure he was about to be told of some heinous new threat or a grotesque finding. He braced for it.
"Mmmhmm." A slight nod as she looked back to him was her only response. It did little to win his confidence.
The Sergeant's legs started for her and she took it to mean that he had some new case for her. How convenient that he would find her up here setting off the alarms. Efficient. Isuelt straightened her posture and raised her chin, preparing herself for whatever horrific news he had for her.
"Issy," stopping just short of her, he raised his arm and placed a hand on her shoulder. The wool of her cloak beneath his fingers was frigid to the touch and he deduced that she'd been up here on this roof for far longer than any tripped alarm indicated.
She exhaled and looked at directly at him, he was only slightly taller than she was.
"Iz..." he used a familiar term that only a handful of people in the city would dare. Though, truth be told, he'd earned that right. "I've known you for quite a while now. Worked with you pretty closely through some tough cases and one thing I know for sure is that you aren't yourself." Cullen was quiet for a pause as he let that sink in. "What is it?"
Her dark brows tightened and her lips set themselves in a firm line. Her gaze at the Watchman sharpened and he just about tensed himself thinking she was about to deck him.
Her shoulders lifted and fell suddenly and she sighed through her words as her body relaxed, "You know, it's absolutely nothing." Well, she didn't exactly lie. Isuelt's lips curled in a soft smile, "I think it's time for bed and a bath, that's all. Long day."
"Mmhmm." Cullen's nod was sharp, but not as sharp as his attention on her. She's not telling him the whole truth, but that was her right. She had no obligation to even tell him that much. "You take care of yourself, okay DeRomiano?"
A side-swept smirk as she nodded and began to side-step the Sergeant, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
As she moved away from him, he continued, "I mean it. This city needs you at the top of your game." He said this with such total conviction that she actually paused in her steps and turned back to look at him. Tall and lean against the moon's light, his salt and pepper stubble showed off more salt than pepper. His broad shoulders cut a sharp outline against the background, arms folded over his chest. Isuelt thought at that moment that he looked more like a Watchman than she'd ever seen. Not behind a desk, buried in paperwork, but a strong man out in the middle of the city he fought so hard to keep order in.
"Yes, sir," her words were quiet, nearly whispered; had there been a breeze at that moment, Cullen might not have heard the Scathachian. But the winds were kind and he caught not only her reply, but the subtle hint behind them. He thought for a moment it was weariness, but the use of her word 'sir' puzzled, and in fact, disturbed him all the more.
Cullen tried to piece together what was bothering her, but that was not something he could do in one night. "You don't work for me, Issy. If anything, I work for you." He nodded, the hat on his head causing a bit of shadow play on his face.
Isuelt smiled at that for a moment and then dipped her chin to him as she moved to the fire escape (gods forbid she ever use the stairs). "I'll remember that, Cullen..." And she disappeared silently, letting the darkness encompass her. After all, this was more her style, not languishing around on rooftops getting surprised.
Cullen stared after the space in his line of sight that was once occupied by the Judge, smirking to himself. "And by the way...I'm getting a promotion..." But that would have to wait for the next time they met.