Ever since reconnecting with Celsus and receiving his gentle, yet persuasive pep talk Menthe had been trying her best to... figure out this whole knight business. She had gone on a couple patrols, whenever someone else was tasked with babysitting her. But, being the extremely timid person that she naturally was never did Conchordia attempt to patrol on her own. What would she do? With her pretty little hourglass.. against monsters?The only reason she'd doned her uniform tonight was because she had left the office after dark had already set, and she had the constant and overbearing worry that someone was going to try to get her as she walked home. A mugger. Some mischevious teenagers. The shadowy monsters (youma). Or even a space whale.
Shifting to her Chronos page robes, only after setting down her purse, Conchordia had headed on her way, in a mix between a power walk and jog. But when she felt the prickle of a dark aura she'd frozen in her tracks, digging through her purse as she stared out into the night like a deer stuck in the headlights of an oncoming car.
The officer had snuck on her, her obvious fear and nervousness amusing to him, so much so that he grabbed her shoulders with force just to see her jump and hopefully hear her scream. The noise that escaped was a mere squeak that dissipated as all the breath ran out of the petite page. And as she was spun around to face the Lt her hand lifted, sending a stream of mace at the face of her attacker.
For a moment she was frozen, frightened that it would have no effect, that the man would just laugh it off. What if it just made him more upset? What if she did it wrong and the wind carried the mace back into her own eyes? Oh why hadn't she just left the office earlier.
Her fingers tightened around the object in her other hand, suddenly remembering it even existed. Without thinking it lifted to her lips until the deafening sound of the emergency whistle filled the alleyway.
Whether she knew it or not she was improving. Prior to her patrols lately would she have even been capable of these weak efforts?
Lt Dudenite had been pretty pleased when he'd spotted the 'easy pickings' running down the street. Even more so when he'd startled her, a grin of wide amusement on his face. But when that stream of burning liquid hit is face getting into his eyes and leering grin that had all gone up in smoke. Mace? ******** MACE!? That was cheating.
As he clawed at the burning pain of his face he soon found his ears assaulted by the loud shrill sound of a whistle. A hand lashed out, slapping the woman so hard that it sent the whistle flying across the street.
"What the literal ********!?" He groaned, squinting through burning eyes, grimacing as he grabbed the page hard before she could recover from the slap. One fist gripped her hood tightly, holding her trapped as his weapon appeared in his other hand. A simple ball point pen.
"You do this to my eyes? I'll ******** carve yours out b***h." He growled furiously.
All of her worrying had been correct. Every person who had foolish told her that she 'worried too much' or that she was unreasonable was being proven wrong in this very moment. All she had done, with her tools that were supposed to ward off attackers, was piss hers off more. Her face stung from the slap, not even having a moment to suffer or worry about it though before she was pulled upright once more. He leaned over her with intimidation that was working immensely, words of unspeakable horror touching her ears. Her eyes shut tight as a whimper escaped her.
How long would it take her land lord to realize she was gone before he started looking for a new tenant? Who would cover her shifts until they could hire another secretary? Even in death she was just a burden on everyone.....
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