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I should adopt a morning routine, Teox thought to herself as she kneaded her temples and stared dumbly at the cobblestones next to the corpse.
The presence of dead bodies usually put her on alert. A message from her underlings that there had been a suspected murder in her district of the city often had the same effect. It sparked what she liked to call her Not In My House response, and rage won over hunger, over soreness, over fatigue or distraction. Rage was Teox's friend. It was her tool. One moment of rage could cure a hangover. If there were enough dead bodies or mistreated women in the workplace or she heard a story about her ex, Teox could cure herself of anything.
But she'd been up late last night, had indulged in three glasses of wine a little too late in the evening, and had eaten two pieces of cake. The result was a stomach that felt like lead, severe bloating, an incredible headache, and a bleariness that even the sight of a mangled corpse - worse, the corpse of a woman - couldn't fix just yet.
If anyone asked, she'd tell the truth about half the wine, leaving out the information about the cake. It had been a gift from a former governess, a month-late congratulations on her promotion to Lieutenant. In the company of her previous coworkers, it was well known: Teox can't eat cake. Bread made her stomach ache a little. Milk or cream in any form sent her to the toilet for hours. She didn't need her underlings, who hadn't known her before, to know all that personal information.
And she would also claim her reason for staying up so late was reports and studying. Which was true, to a point. She had been up late with a few files. Mostly they had to do with boring things having to do with the state of her district, things she didn't realize a Lieutenant would have to deal with. But once she had put those aside, she had picked up her romance novel and spent the next four hours finishing it. There had been a singular good stopping point, but she had made the mistake of flipping the page just to get a peek at the next scene and it had been a promising beginning to perhaps the steamiest, blush-inducing scene she had ever read and she couldn't put it down.
Sleep had begun when the book closed. That was about... Teox looked up at the sky, the medium blue of early, early morning. Three hours ago?
She looked like hell and she knew it. She hadn't taken her makeup off the night before and now she looked like a cross between a rabid raccoon and a porcupine, with her hair sticking out the way it was. To her utter embarassment, it was also a bit greasy. And if she dared check her armpits, they probably smelled.
I did this to myself, Teox reminded herself reasonably. Lessons learned. It didn't make her feel better.
The particulars of the murder were not clear yet. Teox had to pinch herself while people were interviewed, while the guards under her described the situation and the proceedings. They were practiced and they were good. Teox knew their job better than her own, at this point. They had brought her here because they had to, but they didn't need her. So Teox stayed for the appropriate amount of time, delegating when she had to, investigating when she felt it necessary. But it would be an insult to stick her hands into everything. She had gotten to know these men (why weren't there women on her team?) for a month, and they were good, smart men, and they didn't need babysitting.
So as much as Teox often wanted to, she tried not to do their job. Lieutenant just wasn't as hands on. God, Teox missed her previous station. Not the previous pay, but the work.
It was proper dawn when Teox felt it was appropriate to leave the situation. Somebody told her to get back to sleep, that work would be at the offices no matter when she got to it. She gave that man a stern glare, but she was planning to do exactly as he advised. Just a few more hours of sleep and some proper food.
It was slightly concerning that when Teox next woke up, she couldn't really remember getting home. But here she was, safe and sound, and clearly had not been carried. She doubted anybody in her unit could carry her up here anyway. She was nearly six feet tall, with arms and legs that could kill a man and an a** that she was quite proud of. It would be no easy feat to throw her over a shoulder and climb uphill an hour and then a few sets of stairs to her apartment.
Bath, check. Teox fluffed out her hair with a towel until it was a dry, huge, ratty mess. Just how she liked it. She fondly twisted the dyed silver ends. Her one bit of fun, besides the dark makeup she put around her eyes. She had sacrificed a nice figure for this job - she could indulge in a little flashiness if she wanted.
Food. Raw vegetables and fruit and a little meat to try and clear out the mess she had eaten the day before. A lot of water to aid in that process, and reluctantly a steaming cup of green tea. She gagged as she downed it.
It was verging on late morning when she put on her clothes, which was a mixture of armor, enchanted cloth for the practicality (she wasn't going to wear an impressive amount of armor around for twelve hours just for the sake of being impressive), and a bit of fashion. Not a lot, but Teox had her vanity, and that vanity was in her small waist and nice butt. So tight pants, damn the consequences. And, just to warn off wandering eyes, she also wore no sleeves. Just to remind them she could punch them so hard they'd never fully recover.
One stop in the front of the mirror. She stood in front of her reflection, checking her usual poses: crossed arms and a scowl, leaning on one hip. Hands on hips and an incredulous look. Threatening finger point. Yes, she looked her usual. A little attractive, but mostly kind of scary. A bit like she was trying to overcompensate for being a woman, but she sort of was.
"Could I have been a real looker, had I been a talented Magi instead? Maybe," Teox said conversationally to her reflection with a pained smile. "But I'm not talented, so I'm not beautiful. But I can still kick a**. Yeah." The last word she growled, trying to inspire that Not In My House feeling to get herself pumped for the day.
First stop, a god's house. Not a god - that's blasphemous, Teox - just a brilliant, brilliant man. Teox felt her usual anxiety popping up. She didn't get nervous about much, but meeting with the Witch Hunter was one of those things that set her heart beating fast. Was it beating fast because she was nervous, or because she was obsessive? Teox claimed the former, not matter how deep her blush got or how weak her knees became. He's just. A man. In charge of her, no less! And a legend. This is just a reaction to him being a legend and perhaps the most intimidating person that Teox had ever known except her own mother.
Besides, the Witch Hunter wasn't interested in women. Or men, actually. He was interested in power and knowledge and justice and being a selfless man and a great leader and doing his righteous duty -
She was there already. Teox found herself in front of his door, fists clenched tight enough that it hurt, lip trapped between her teeth, and eyebrows down furiously enough to not be a very good look for her. She glanced around to make sure nobody was watching her in front of his house. People were. God damn it. Teox shook out her arms a little, bending her knees a fraction a few times. "Come on, he's just a man. Loosen up. He's your boss and you have a murder to report. In, then out. It's business, it's natural, it's your right- no, it's your duty to be here. It's your goddamn job, so just do it. Good morning, sir. There's been another murder in my district, third one in as many days, doesn't look like necromancer work but there was definitely magic involved, we're already investigating to see if these murders are connected, so far there are a few similarities. I'll report on our findings as soon as we figure it out, thanks have a great day." She had practiced that in her head at least a few times while getting ready.
Teox approached the door. Easy. So easy. She resisted the urge to check her hair - it was messy, what else was it going to be? And then she knocked. The first rap was too quiet, so she put some force behind the next two. They were perhaps a little too aggressive. She thought she heard the wall next to the door creak under the force. Then she waited.
Should she smile? No, probably not. The Witch Hunter had never smiled at her. And she didn't like it when her underlings smiled and went through pleasantries. She wanted them to say what they needed to say with military precision and efficiency and then get the hell out. And that's what she would do.
The door opened. There he was. For just half a second, Teox couldn't breathe. She tried to keep her face calm and collected but she was sure a vein was twitching and her skin, however tan, was starting to go a little red. She nodded. "Good morning, Captain. I'll only take a moment of your time, I just need to report a - who the hell are you?" Teox blurted as her heart palpitated at seeing an odd but extremely pretty young woman within view of the door.
Then horror. Holy s**t, this was none of her business! She made the mistake of glancing between the woman and the captain and then blushed furiously. "My apologies," she said with no distinction between the words, actually a little pained at how hoarse her voice had become. She cleared her throat, staring directly at the Witch Hunter and pouring out her practiced speech, complete with another 'good morning': "Good morning, sir. There's been another murder in my district, third one in as many days, doesn't look like necromancer work but there was definitely magic involved, we're already investigating to see if these murders are connected, so far there are a few similarities. I'll report on our findings as soon as we figure it out, thanks have a great day." Then she saluted.
Mortified. She was absolutely mortified. She almost turned on her heel and walked away but she hadn't been dismissed yet. She needed to keep some semblence of professionalism. Oh, shoot, she had said nothing to the woman, who probably thought she was the rudest thing on the planet. But she wasn't standing within easy talking distance, just easy viewing distance. Would it be ruder to acknowledge her and bring her into a conversation between a subordinate and her commanding officer or would it be ruder to ignore her?
God, smite me now. Right here on the porch.