There was something to be said about heroes. The impressive quality of a balance they carry between self loathing and self righteousness. Pride and humble qualities that we're left to wonder if we should admire them and put them up on pedastols or instead search for the flaw, the weakness that will make them break. The funny thing is that after the world has given up so much on itself the heroes start to fall too. The immortals begin to act as mortals, the morals start to become jaded. There are so many complex patterns that I can't help but feel fascinated after all these years how the heroes, how...we... adapt. But who am I to judge? Who am I to consider myself a hero or well a heroine? I hardly find myself such a hero. I am flawed in my device and there is nothing special about me, I'm far more ordinary then people think. They keep on searching for something that will reveal something magnificent about me... yet even if I did have something that made me so... I would never be so foolish as to reveal it. Secrets are made secrets for a reason. They keep us safe, and serve us well those secrets. I've gone from the concrete to class and even now I have the street rough way of wary caution. It suits me so well, at least I'd like to think so. So far so goo...
The knock broke her concentration as the pen tore a hole in the thin sheets of the journal. Silvered greys narrowed thoughtfully as she held her breath. Perhaps if she was quiet enough they would not believe she was there, that she had just stepped out for a bite to eat. The knock resonated again, shaking the wood as an exasperated sigh escaped and her pen was thrown back across the desk to click sharply against the glass of whiskey.
"It's open."
Her voice carried in a way that would leave the soul behind the oak in hesitation. Smooth to the point and thin line of seduction if not for the rich burr of accent. Unplaceable. Her accent was not one easily affiliated with one culture or one significant heritage. It left so many of her clients playing the guessing game.
Fingers began a slow drum on the desk when Gene entered and a brow arched in question. So long would she look at him unblinking that he had to clear his throat to draw attention back to her and the matters at hand. Those features the business facade that Gene found each and every day he was finding it far more difficult to decipher. The woman was an enigma. An enigma unwilling to ever speak of herself or the past.
"You're late."
"Ane..."
"What do you want?"
She cut him off before the game began again. The whole dance of words that were filled with multiple meanings and hidden intentions. It was always on his side. In Ane's game of chess she was never the queen captured to end the game. Instead she was the queen that had murdered the king and taken the pawns home. The robbing of the rich to give back to the poor was hardly a charity to Ane but it was... something.
Her hand rose as she motioned for him to take the chair on the other side of the desk as she sat back in her own chair. Drumming fingers ceased to an elegant silence as her smile was light and worn. Her patience was wearing thin and Gene easily could read it in her eyes.
"You've been offered another job."
"A job?"
She smiled at the frustrated, rude sound he made in his throat as she mocked him.
"An arrangement. A request. Something you do well and they know you do well, Ane. It's not this whole disguised play you make of stating you're only in it for Marketing and Public Affairs. This is... some of your old work."
"I see."
"Just take a look."
"Tell me about it. You were always better with the description then the paperwork ever was."
"Let's just call it a research project in a place called Rhy'din."
"Well... that is interesting. Fill me in."
Gene wasted no time in filling the woman across from him in on all the details. He was one of the few in the company besides the big fish clients that knew who and what Ane was in regards to businesses and investors. An informant. He knew just by looking at her that he had captured her attention and that she would be signing on to the project.
"Make the arrangements."
"Ane, before you go... have a drink with me."
"I don't interfere in personal relations of my business partners"
"It's a drink..."
"Do you realize that there is often the question of the pen being mightier then the sword?"
"Yes of course Ane. Everyone knows that."
"Yes of course. Everyone. Lucky for me I know how to handle both a pen and a sword. This is one of the main reasons I do not get myself involved in public affairs on a personal level."
"It's just a drink Ane. Nothing more. Nothing less."
"Gene. Make the arrangements. I'm leaving tonight."
Her hands smoothed along the dress worn as she stood with a silken whisper of fabric and crossed the room. She didn't wait for him, she knew it would be done just as she wished.
So this is how it all begins and maybe it's how it all would start to end...Rhy'din the final destination, whether she knew it or not. Ane would never be coming back to what she knew before.
The knock broke her concentration as the pen tore a hole in the thin sheets of the journal. Silvered greys narrowed thoughtfully as she held her breath. Perhaps if she was quiet enough they would not believe she was there, that she had just stepped out for a bite to eat. The knock resonated again, shaking the wood as an exasperated sigh escaped and her pen was thrown back across the desk to click sharply against the glass of whiskey.
"It's open."
Her voice carried in a way that would leave the soul behind the oak in hesitation. Smooth to the point and thin line of seduction if not for the rich burr of accent. Unplaceable. Her accent was not one easily affiliated with one culture or one significant heritage. It left so many of her clients playing the guessing game.
Fingers began a slow drum on the desk when Gene entered and a brow arched in question. So long would she look at him unblinking that he had to clear his throat to draw attention back to her and the matters at hand. Those features the business facade that Gene found each and every day he was finding it far more difficult to decipher. The woman was an enigma. An enigma unwilling to ever speak of herself or the past.
"You're late."
"Ane..."
"What do you want?"
She cut him off before the game began again. The whole dance of words that were filled with multiple meanings and hidden intentions. It was always on his side. In Ane's game of chess she was never the queen captured to end the game. Instead she was the queen that had murdered the king and taken the pawns home. The robbing of the rich to give back to the poor was hardly a charity to Ane but it was... something.
Her hand rose as she motioned for him to take the chair on the other side of the desk as she sat back in her own chair. Drumming fingers ceased to an elegant silence as her smile was light and worn. Her patience was wearing thin and Gene easily could read it in her eyes.
"You've been offered another job."
"A job?"
She smiled at the frustrated, rude sound he made in his throat as she mocked him.
"An arrangement. A request. Something you do well and they know you do well, Ane. It's not this whole disguised play you make of stating you're only in it for Marketing and Public Affairs. This is... some of your old work."
"I see."
"Just take a look."
"Tell me about it. You were always better with the description then the paperwork ever was."
"Let's just call it a research project in a place called Rhy'din."
"Well... that is interesting. Fill me in."
Gene wasted no time in filling the woman across from him in on all the details. He was one of the few in the company besides the big fish clients that knew who and what Ane was in regards to businesses and investors. An informant. He knew just by looking at her that he had captured her attention and that she would be signing on to the project.
"Make the arrangements."
"Ane, before you go... have a drink with me."
"I don't interfere in personal relations of my business partners"
"It's a drink..."
"Do you realize that there is often the question of the pen being mightier then the sword?"
"Yes of course Ane. Everyone knows that."
"Yes of course. Everyone. Lucky for me I know how to handle both a pen and a sword. This is one of the main reasons I do not get myself involved in public affairs on a personal level."
"It's just a drink Ane. Nothing more. Nothing less."
"Gene. Make the arrangements. I'm leaving tonight."
Her hands smoothed along the dress worn as she stood with a silken whisper of fabric and crossed the room. She didn't wait for him, she knew it would be done just as she wished.
So this is how it all begins and maybe it's how it all would start to end...Rhy'din the final destination, whether she knew it or not. Ane would never be coming back to what she knew before.