Jasna caught Neeron's expression, though she did nothing to call attention to it. She pretended to turn her attention to her purloined meal, eating with the relish of one who knew that this could be the last decent meal she had in a while, though she watched the demon from the corner of her eye.
Pretty little thing, though plainly not used to being out and about. It was good that she'd ended up at the Frenchman--one of the few genuinely safe havens in the Crossroads, aside from the barkeep's tantrums. Likely new to the city. The kid, Waif, on the other hand, Jasna had seen around the streets--ever since she'd been a kitten, actually, and without a single change. (He? She?) It, then, would actually be at least 20 years older than it looked, and had to be either smarter than it pretended or posessed of the devil's own luck...
Waif, meanwhile, looked up at Lynnit, face lighting up with curiosity, seeming quite oblivious to the fallen angel's dampened state. "What's a Raphael?" it asked.
Before Lynnit could reply, their host reappeared. "Here you go," said Joseph, handing the angel a large, royal blue towel. He then turned his attention to Jasna, taking in her cloak and bag--both far from her normally-flamboyant style. "So, what's got you running?" he asked.
The Cheshire cat nearly choked on the bit of lamb she'd been enjoying. "I took a pair of young idiots under my wing" she said finally. "They thanked me by trying to kill the Sphinx on a whim, and then disappearing on me. The Sphinx, Joseph!
The violinist paled. "I, um... take it they were new in town?"
Jasna nodded, snarling down at her plate. "I overestimated them. It's a mistake I may die for."
"Where will you go? Where can you go?"
"There are places I can try. Some I'll avoid--any Powers who owe me will likely owe her for something bigger. If I can find a way out of the Crossroads entirely, I'd be smart to take it."
"But you know who you would have to find for that."
Jasna nodded. "And nobody finds her. She finds them..."
*************
Manusiha stalked down the halls of her palace. Her newly-re-formed body feeling aches and pains the likes of which she hadn't experienced in nearly a century. A continuous low rumble of a growl rose from her chest.
Regis rushed behind her, trying to keep up. Annoyed by his panting breaths, the creature wheeled on him, wings unfurling in agitation, and the halfling found himself on eye-level with a maw of needle-like teeth. He skidded to a halt with a squeak, barely keeping himself from running into his mistress. "If you want to make yourself useful, little man, you can bring me something to wear." the Sphinx snarled. It had taken all of her will to put her body back together, and she hadn't had any left to reassemble her adornments. The loss of the breasplate and its enchanted jewels only added to her ire. "Bring it to the viewing pool, and make it something rich. Something befitting a call to the Plague Doctor."
The halfling went pale and then nearly green. "Yes, Lady." he rasped, then hurried off to the Sphinx's wardrobe on legs that could barely support him.
Pretty little thing, though plainly not used to being out and about. It was good that she'd ended up at the Frenchman--one of the few genuinely safe havens in the Crossroads, aside from the barkeep's tantrums. Likely new to the city. The kid, Waif, on the other hand, Jasna had seen around the streets--ever since she'd been a kitten, actually, and without a single change. (He? She?) It, then, would actually be at least 20 years older than it looked, and had to be either smarter than it pretended or posessed of the devil's own luck...
Waif, meanwhile, looked up at Lynnit, face lighting up with curiosity, seeming quite oblivious to the fallen angel's dampened state. "What's a Raphael?" it asked.
Before Lynnit could reply, their host reappeared. "Here you go," said Joseph, handing the angel a large, royal blue towel. He then turned his attention to Jasna, taking in her cloak and bag--both far from her normally-flamboyant style. "So, what's got you running?" he asked.
The Cheshire cat nearly choked on the bit of lamb she'd been enjoying. "I took a pair of young idiots under my wing" she said finally. "They thanked me by trying to kill the Sphinx on a whim, and then disappearing on me. The Sphinx, Joseph!
The violinist paled. "I, um... take it they were new in town?"
Jasna nodded, snarling down at her plate. "I overestimated them. It's a mistake I may die for."
"Where will you go? Where can you go?"
"There are places I can try. Some I'll avoid--any Powers who owe me will likely owe her for something bigger. If I can find a way out of the Crossroads entirely, I'd be smart to take it."
"But you know who you would have to find for that."
Jasna nodded. "And nobody finds her. She finds them..."
*************
Manusiha stalked down the halls of her palace. Her newly-re-formed body feeling aches and pains the likes of which she hadn't experienced in nearly a century. A continuous low rumble of a growl rose from her chest.
Regis rushed behind her, trying to keep up. Annoyed by his panting breaths, the creature wheeled on him, wings unfurling in agitation, and the halfling found himself on eye-level with a maw of needle-like teeth. He skidded to a halt with a squeak, barely keeping himself from running into his mistress. "If you want to make yourself useful, little man, you can bring me something to wear." the Sphinx snarled. It had taken all of her will to put her body back together, and she hadn't had any left to reassemble her adornments. The loss of the breasplate and its enchanted jewels only added to her ire. "Bring it to the viewing pool, and make it something rich. Something befitting a call to the Plague Doctor."
The halfling went pale and then nearly green. "Yes, Lady." he rasped, then hurried off to the Sphinx's wardrobe on legs that could barely support him.
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