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One year had passed since the death of Somgi of Cario. Not a day went by where Kesi did not think of her father. She could still see her father’s eyes as the realization of what his daughter did hit them, and as they faded into nothingness. She could see her reflection in his eyes. The last thing her father saw was his killer.
The worst part of it for Somgi was that he died not because he was hated, even though he very much was. While Kesi certainly lusted for his blood, and thirsted for revenge for the many years he hurt her and her brother, Somgi died for much simpler reasons. He was weak and inept. The man’s use expired. Somgi ran the circus to the ground and money was drained along with it. Now, in her brother’s capable hands, The Temptest of Set could prosper and with it all the riches and power Amenemhat deserved finally can be achieved.
Kesi would do anything to help her brother achieve their goals, including spilling more blood. And so when her brother approached her about murdering yet another person, Kesi didn’t blink. In fact she smiled eagerly, ready to serve his every whim and desire. And this, murder, turned out to be more fun than Kesi could ever dream.
The task was simple. A sailor, a woman named Selene of Magnestis, was an old business partner of her father. She had recently cut ties with the circus, and made it equally hard for her brother to find new suppliers. That would not do. One does not simply say no to Amenemhat. Kesi would see to it that she regretted her ever crossing Amenemhat. She would be a wonderful example.
Kesi waited until nightfall. She had been to the docks thrice before and spotted a woman sailor. Surely she had to be it. It was the only woman she had seen get off the ship. The woman was beautiful. She had dark hair and dark skin. Even from a distance there was something alluring about her. Kesi didn’t remember seeing this woman among her father’s business contacts, but that didn’t much matter. She would be dead quickly and her brother would be happy. And that was all that mattered to Kesi. Though it was a pity such a pretty face was leaving this earth. Oh well, Kesi didn’t care to dwell on it.
She had seen the woman walking alone at night. Kesi thought of trying to poison her, just as she did her father. She knew poisons much better. But if this would be something she would need to do for her brother on occasion, she should expand her repertoire. Kesi’s stalked her prey silently in the night. The small girl stepped lightly, sand barely crunching beneath her feet. Even her breath was still. She would have to be quick, nimble, and silent to best do this without getting caught.
Though it was a shame, really. Kesi found that she enjoyed the personal nature that was her father’s death. It wasn’t fast. It was slow, painful. She relished the man dying before her. This woman wouldn’t see it coming. Though Kesi could at least enjoy the ruby red droplets of blood as her dagger kissed her flesh. That, at the very least, would make all of this very much worth it.
She waited until the stranger rounded a corner into an ally before Kesi made her descent. Her dagger slipped from her clothes and she chose then to lunge, intent on wrapping her hand around the woman’s mouth and cutting her throat before she had a moment to react. After all, Kesi surely had the element of surprise.
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One year had passed since the death of Somgi of Cario. Not a day went by where Kesi did not think of her father. She could still see her father’s eyes as the realization of what his daughter did hit them, and as they faded into nothingness. She could see her reflection in his eyes. The last thing her father saw was his killer.
The worst part of it for Somgi was that he died not because he was hated, even though he very much was. While Kesi certainly lusted for his blood, and thirsted for revenge for the many years he hurt her and her brother, Somgi died for much simpler reasons. He was weak and inept. The man’s use expired. Somgi ran the circus to the ground and money was drained along with it. Now, in her brother’s capable hands, The Temptest of Set could prosper and with it all the riches and power Amenemhat deserved finally can be achieved.
Kesi would do anything to help her brother achieve their goals, including spilling more blood. And so when her brother approached her about murdering yet another person, Kesi didn’t blink. In fact she smiled eagerly, ready to serve his every whim and desire. And this, murder, turned out to be more fun than Kesi could ever dream.
The task was simple. A sailor, a woman named Selene of Magnestis, was an old business partner of her father. She had recently cut ties with the circus, and made it equally hard for her brother to find new suppliers. That would not do. One does not simply say no to Amenemhat. Kesi would see to it that she regretted her ever crossing Amenemhat. She would be a wonderful example.
Kesi waited until nightfall. She had been to the docks thrice before and spotted a woman sailor. Surely she had to be it. It was the only woman she had seen get off the ship. The woman was beautiful. She had dark hair and dark skin. Even from a distance there was something alluring about her. Kesi didn’t remember seeing this woman among her father’s business contacts, but that didn’t much matter. She would be dead quickly and her brother would be happy. And that was all that mattered to Kesi. Though it was a pity such a pretty face was leaving this earth. Oh well, Kesi didn’t care to dwell on it.
She had seen the woman walking alone at night. Kesi thought of trying to poison her, just as she did her father. She knew poisons much better. But if this would be something she would need to do for her brother on occasion, she should expand her repertoire. Kesi’s stalked her prey silently in the night. The small girl stepped lightly, sand barely crunching beneath her feet. Even her breath was still. She would have to be quick, nimble, and silent to best do this without getting caught.
Though it was a shame, really. Kesi found that she enjoyed the personal nature that was her father’s death. It wasn’t fast. It was slow, painful. She relished the man dying before her. This woman wouldn’t see it coming. Though Kesi could at least enjoy the ruby red droplets of blood as her dagger kissed her flesh. That, at the very least, would make all of this very much worth it.
She waited until the stranger rounded a corner into an ally before Kesi made her descent. Her dagger slipped from her clothes and she chose then to lunge, intent on wrapping her hand around the woman’s mouth and cutting her throat before she had a moment to react. After all, Kesi surely had the element of surprise.
One year had passed since the death of Somgi of Cario. Not a day went by where Kesi did not think of her father. She could still see her father’s eyes as the realization of what his daughter did hit them, and as they faded into nothingness. She could see her reflection in his eyes. The last thing her father saw was his killer.
The worst part of it for Somgi was that he died not because he was hated, even though he very much was. While Kesi certainly lusted for his blood, and thirsted for revenge for the many years he hurt her and her brother, Somgi died for much simpler reasons. He was weak and inept. The man’s use expired. Somgi ran the circus to the ground and money was drained along with it. Now, in her brother’s capable hands, The Temptest of Set could prosper and with it all the riches and power Amenemhat deserved finally can be achieved.
Kesi would do anything to help her brother achieve their goals, including spilling more blood. And so when her brother approached her about murdering yet another person, Kesi didn’t blink. In fact she smiled eagerly, ready to serve his every whim and desire. And this, murder, turned out to be more fun than Kesi could ever dream.
The task was simple. A sailor, a woman named Selene of Magnestis, was an old business partner of her father. She had recently cut ties with the circus, and made it equally hard for her brother to find new suppliers. That would not do. One does not simply say no to Amenemhat. Kesi would see to it that she regretted her ever crossing Amenemhat. She would be a wonderful example.
Kesi waited until nightfall. She had been to the docks thrice before and spotted a woman sailor. Surely she had to be it. It was the only woman she had seen get off the ship. The woman was beautiful. She had dark hair and dark skin. Even from a distance there was something alluring about her. Kesi didn’t remember seeing this woman among her father’s business contacts, but that didn’t much matter. She would be dead quickly and her brother would be happy. And that was all that mattered to Kesi. Though it was a pity such a pretty face was leaving this earth. Oh well, Kesi didn’t care to dwell on it.
She had seen the woman walking alone at night. Kesi thought of trying to poison her, just as she did her father. She knew poisons much better. But if this would be something she would need to do for her brother on occasion, she should expand her repertoire. Kesi’s stalked her prey silently in the night. The small girl stepped lightly, sand barely crunching beneath her feet. Even her breath was still. She would have to be quick, nimble, and silent to best do this without getting caught.
Though it was a shame, really. Kesi found that she enjoyed the personal nature that was her father’s death. It wasn’t fast. It was slow, painful. She relished the man dying before her. This woman wouldn’t see it coming. Though Kesi could at least enjoy the ruby red droplets of blood as her dagger kissed her flesh. That, at the very least, would make all of this very much worth it.
She waited until the stranger rounded a corner into an ally before Kesi made her descent. Her dagger slipped from her clothes and she chose then to lunge, intent on wrapping her hand around the woman’s mouth and cutting her throat before she had a moment to react. After all, Kesi surely had the element of surprise.
If there was one thing that Skylla had learned in all of her years, it was that she always need watch her surroundings. Observant almost to a fault, the half-Greek woman had long taken to keeping keen track of everyone and everything around her. Part of that tentativeness came with living on the island back home, where things were wild and the only laws were those that Sophos, and then Lukos, put forth for the islanders to follow. A man putting their hands on her was not unheard of. Most of the time it was Lukos and she enjoyed every second of it. Other times, it was someone else, and if she hadn't enjoyed it, blood was spilled.
She did not take surprises well. They did not please her in the same way that careful planning and debating did. They didn't please her in the way that a game of logic and maneuvering could, though she had had little fun with games such as those in so long. Following Lysander of Midas around was only so enticing, but the entire trip to Africa had been something of a wonder to the woman. They were nearing the end of their time in Egypt and would soon mount their boat back to Taengea and then home.
It was a simple trip, and Skylla stayed attached to Lysander's hip at all times, knowing first hand what real sailors were like. The ones that were crude and considered less than the ones hired by nobles and royals to cart cargo. Lysander was rich, so the charter was somewhat lavish. That was the delight of it, especially because it was so, so easy to mount the man whenever the desire arose. Which, while bored on a ship, was often.
Skylla had been on and off the boat most of the day, but that hadn't kept her from being aware of the people in the area. She had spotted this particular girl a few times over, even if Kesi had never noticed the way that Skylla seemed to look out in her direction, though never at her, seemingly observing the city beyond and completely ignoring the meaningless child that Skylla had no interest in interacting with. Not one to do anywhere unarmed, the gentle slit in the leg of her chiton made it easy to reach for the blade that she often used to protect herself. It was laced with poison, which was all Skylla's doing. She had the herbs and the liquids, why not use them?
At least if she used it on someone, that person would never attack her again. She had no real intention of helping someone that tried to take her own life for one reason or another. The tiny stalker's reasonings would likely send Skylla in the other direction and without any inkling at all that helping her was worthwhile. She was a stubborn bitch. And she held grudges.
Slipping off the boat for the last time that night, Skylla pressed her hand against the pack at her side, checking to ensure that she had all of her bottles and vials and herbs and bandages before she headed back to the inn. Rounding the corner, the physician was very aware that she was being followed and she knew who exactly was following her. The very ghosting of hands against her skin, right before the girl was able to place her hand over her mouth was the only alert that she needed to lash out. Skylla liked to stab first and ask questions never.
With her dark gaze glancing very slightly back at her stalker, her free hand had slipped into the slit of her gown, pulling the knife free from its sheathe, timing each movement and beat of her heart at the same speed that this girl moved. When Kesi was closer with her own knife, Skylla's elbow suddenly drew back, aiming for her face or the arm that held her blade, whichever she reached first in order to knock the girl unstable.
Then the woman was rounding on her, her own knife lifted in the air and aiming to plunge itself right down into Kesi's shoulder in silent retaliation for even thinking of ambushing her on the streets. How dare she? Egyptian scum. Dark, simmerig rage, murderous and unchecked glimmered in her gaze as she sunk the blade deeper and harder into flesh, waiting to hear Kesi relent and submit to someone much more clever than she was.
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If there was one thing that Skylla had learned in all of her years, it was that she always need watch her surroundings. Observant almost to a fault, the half-Greek woman had long taken to keeping keen track of everyone and everything around her. Part of that tentativeness came with living on the island back home, where things were wild and the only laws were those that Sophos, and then Lukos, put forth for the islanders to follow. A man putting their hands on her was not unheard of. Most of the time it was Lukos and she enjoyed every second of it. Other times, it was someone else, and if she hadn't enjoyed it, blood was spilled.
She did not take surprises well. They did not please her in the same way that careful planning and debating did. They didn't please her in the way that a game of logic and maneuvering could, though she had had little fun with games such as those in so long. Following Lysander of Midas around was only so enticing, but the entire trip to Africa had been something of a wonder to the woman. They were nearing the end of their time in Egypt and would soon mount their boat back to Taengea and then home.
It was a simple trip, and Skylla stayed attached to Lysander's hip at all times, knowing first hand what real sailors were like. The ones that were crude and considered less than the ones hired by nobles and royals to cart cargo. Lysander was rich, so the charter was somewhat lavish. That was the delight of it, especially because it was so, so easy to mount the man whenever the desire arose. Which, while bored on a ship, was often.
Skylla had been on and off the boat most of the day, but that hadn't kept her from being aware of the people in the area. She had spotted this particular girl a few times over, even if Kesi had never noticed the way that Skylla seemed to look out in her direction, though never at her, seemingly observing the city beyond and completely ignoring the meaningless child that Skylla had no interest in interacting with. Not one to do anywhere unarmed, the gentle slit in the leg of her chiton made it easy to reach for the blade that she often used to protect herself. It was laced with poison, which was all Skylla's doing. She had the herbs and the liquids, why not use them?
At least if she used it on someone, that person would never attack her again. She had no real intention of helping someone that tried to take her own life for one reason or another. The tiny stalker's reasonings would likely send Skylla in the other direction and without any inkling at all that helping her was worthwhile. She was a stubborn bitch. And she held grudges.
Slipping off the boat for the last time that night, Skylla pressed her hand against the pack at her side, checking to ensure that she had all of her bottles and vials and herbs and bandages before she headed back to the inn. Rounding the corner, the physician was very aware that she was being followed and she knew who exactly was following her. The very ghosting of hands against her skin, right before the girl was able to place her hand over her mouth was the only alert that she needed to lash out. Skylla liked to stab first and ask questions never.
With her dark gaze glancing very slightly back at her stalker, her free hand had slipped into the slit of her gown, pulling the knife free from its sheathe, timing each movement and beat of her heart at the same speed that this girl moved. When Kesi was closer with her own knife, Skylla's elbow suddenly drew back, aiming for her face or the arm that held her blade, whichever she reached first in order to knock the girl unstable.
Then the woman was rounding on her, her own knife lifted in the air and aiming to plunge itself right down into Kesi's shoulder in silent retaliation for even thinking of ambushing her on the streets. How dare she? Egyptian scum. Dark, simmerig rage, murderous and unchecked glimmered in her gaze as she sunk the blade deeper and harder into flesh, waiting to hear Kesi relent and submit to someone much more clever than she was.
If there was one thing that Skylla had learned in all of her years, it was that she always need watch her surroundings. Observant almost to a fault, the half-Greek woman had long taken to keeping keen track of everyone and everything around her. Part of that tentativeness came with living on the island back home, where things were wild and the only laws were those that Sophos, and then Lukos, put forth for the islanders to follow. A man putting their hands on her was not unheard of. Most of the time it was Lukos and she enjoyed every second of it. Other times, it was someone else, and if she hadn't enjoyed it, blood was spilled.
She did not take surprises well. They did not please her in the same way that careful planning and debating did. They didn't please her in the way that a game of logic and maneuvering could, though she had had little fun with games such as those in so long. Following Lysander of Midas around was only so enticing, but the entire trip to Africa had been something of a wonder to the woman. They were nearing the end of their time in Egypt and would soon mount their boat back to Taengea and then home.
It was a simple trip, and Skylla stayed attached to Lysander's hip at all times, knowing first hand what real sailors were like. The ones that were crude and considered less than the ones hired by nobles and royals to cart cargo. Lysander was rich, so the charter was somewhat lavish. That was the delight of it, especially because it was so, so easy to mount the man whenever the desire arose. Which, while bored on a ship, was often.
Skylla had been on and off the boat most of the day, but that hadn't kept her from being aware of the people in the area. She had spotted this particular girl a few times over, even if Kesi had never noticed the way that Skylla seemed to look out in her direction, though never at her, seemingly observing the city beyond and completely ignoring the meaningless child that Skylla had no interest in interacting with. Not one to do anywhere unarmed, the gentle slit in the leg of her chiton made it easy to reach for the blade that she often used to protect herself. It was laced with poison, which was all Skylla's doing. She had the herbs and the liquids, why not use them?
At least if she used it on someone, that person would never attack her again. She had no real intention of helping someone that tried to take her own life for one reason or another. The tiny stalker's reasonings would likely send Skylla in the other direction and without any inkling at all that helping her was worthwhile. She was a stubborn bitch. And she held grudges.
Slipping off the boat for the last time that night, Skylla pressed her hand against the pack at her side, checking to ensure that she had all of her bottles and vials and herbs and bandages before she headed back to the inn. Rounding the corner, the physician was very aware that she was being followed and she knew who exactly was following her. The very ghosting of hands against her skin, right before the girl was able to place her hand over her mouth was the only alert that she needed to lash out. Skylla liked to stab first and ask questions never.
With her dark gaze glancing very slightly back at her stalker, her free hand had slipped into the slit of her gown, pulling the knife free from its sheathe, timing each movement and beat of her heart at the same speed that this girl moved. When Kesi was closer with her own knife, Skylla's elbow suddenly drew back, aiming for her face or the arm that held her blade, whichever she reached first in order to knock the girl unstable.
Then the woman was rounding on her, her own knife lifted in the air and aiming to plunge itself right down into Kesi's shoulder in silent retaliation for even thinking of ambushing her on the streets. How dare she? Egyptian scum. Dark, simmerig rage, murderous and unchecked glimmered in her gaze as she sunk the blade deeper and harder into flesh, waiting to hear Kesi relent and submit to someone much more clever than she was.
Kesi had expected this to go smoothly. The woman she was to kill was just a small, inexperienced merchant. Her hirelings were to be the problem, should Kesi had run into them, not her. It was going to be simple, easy, and she could return to her brother with another success and have him be proud of her. This was going to be excellent, and a perfect end to her night.
Instead as she went to slit the woman’s throat, an elbow suddenly went back, knocking her arm away and causing Kesi to stumble. That second of fumbling left a window of opportunity, and her prey became predator as the woman’s own knife lodged itself deep into Kesi’s own shoulder.
Silence. Kesi just blinked, shocked by the sudden turn of events. But instead of a face twisting in pain, a large smile was found instead. Pain was a very familiar friend to Kesi, but stabbings were something entirely new. The feel of her warm sticky blood as it slid from the wound down her back was exhilarating. She replayed the moment again and again in her head. Where did Kesi go wrong, and how did this merchant do that?
And then a wave of dizziness hit Kesi. The small teen stumbled back once again. Was this just the adrenaline from being stab working, or was the blade laced with poison? Poison! Her eyes grew wide with excitement. Oh, she hoped it was the latter! Well, no, Kesi didn’t quite relish the idea of dying. But if she were to survive, this would be fantastic. She had always wanted to be poisoned! Why hadn’t Kesi thought of coating her own dagger? There was no reason two murder methods could not be married into one.
Her mind was a whirl. Giggles poured from the young girl’s lips, “Oh you stabbed me! That was great!” She complimented. This was so much fun. Death and murdering was already fun enough, but to have it be reversed on her was something that Kesi did not expect. This was a new experience. Kesi really liked this woman. “I thought I was really quiet too! How’d you catch me? Was there a reflection I missed? Oh, oh a shadow? Did I kick a pebble? I didn’t hear one, I was super careful. Wow, miss, that was amazing!”
But now the second question. Was she poisoned? Most poison would lose its potency in open air. Certain poisons, such as cyanide, while normally fatal would do little but irritate the wound. And how did she coat the weapon without getting it on herself? What would cause her to feel dizzy, and ill?
Was it venom? Oh, that was even more exciting. The snake charmer hoped it was venom. Venom would be the perfect irony to use against Kesi. “Is the blade laced with venom, Miss? Or is it the loss of blood making me feel this way? Oh, oh I hope it’s venom! How did you avoid getting on yourself? Is your sheath coated in it? What do you do when you want to replace it?”
The questions came bubbling one after another, like an excited child looking at the world with wonder. The horrible stinging pain grew worse on her shoulder, but Kesi forced it to the back of her mind. If she were to die here, and she really hoped not, she would at least like the answer to her questions. It was only polite, after all.
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Kesi had expected this to go smoothly. The woman she was to kill was just a small, inexperienced merchant. Her hirelings were to be the problem, should Kesi had run into them, not her. It was going to be simple, easy, and she could return to her brother with another success and have him be proud of her. This was going to be excellent, and a perfect end to her night.
Instead as she went to slit the woman’s throat, an elbow suddenly went back, knocking her arm away and causing Kesi to stumble. That second of fumbling left a window of opportunity, and her prey became predator as the woman’s own knife lodged itself deep into Kesi’s own shoulder.
Silence. Kesi just blinked, shocked by the sudden turn of events. But instead of a face twisting in pain, a large smile was found instead. Pain was a very familiar friend to Kesi, but stabbings were something entirely new. The feel of her warm sticky blood as it slid from the wound down her back was exhilarating. She replayed the moment again and again in her head. Where did Kesi go wrong, and how did this merchant do that?
And then a wave of dizziness hit Kesi. The small teen stumbled back once again. Was this just the adrenaline from being stab working, or was the blade laced with poison? Poison! Her eyes grew wide with excitement. Oh, she hoped it was the latter! Well, no, Kesi didn’t quite relish the idea of dying. But if she were to survive, this would be fantastic. She had always wanted to be poisoned! Why hadn’t Kesi thought of coating her own dagger? There was no reason two murder methods could not be married into one.
Her mind was a whirl. Giggles poured from the young girl’s lips, “Oh you stabbed me! That was great!” She complimented. This was so much fun. Death and murdering was already fun enough, but to have it be reversed on her was something that Kesi did not expect. This was a new experience. Kesi really liked this woman. “I thought I was really quiet too! How’d you catch me? Was there a reflection I missed? Oh, oh a shadow? Did I kick a pebble? I didn’t hear one, I was super careful. Wow, miss, that was amazing!”
But now the second question. Was she poisoned? Most poison would lose its potency in open air. Certain poisons, such as cyanide, while normally fatal would do little but irritate the wound. And how did she coat the weapon without getting it on herself? What would cause her to feel dizzy, and ill?
Was it venom? Oh, that was even more exciting. The snake charmer hoped it was venom. Venom would be the perfect irony to use against Kesi. “Is the blade laced with venom, Miss? Or is it the loss of blood making me feel this way? Oh, oh I hope it’s venom! How did you avoid getting on yourself? Is your sheath coated in it? What do you do when you want to replace it?”
The questions came bubbling one after another, like an excited child looking at the world with wonder. The horrible stinging pain grew worse on her shoulder, but Kesi forced it to the back of her mind. If she were to die here, and she really hoped not, she would at least like the answer to her questions. It was only polite, after all.
Kesi had expected this to go smoothly. The woman she was to kill was just a small, inexperienced merchant. Her hirelings were to be the problem, should Kesi had run into them, not her. It was going to be simple, easy, and she could return to her brother with another success and have him be proud of her. This was going to be excellent, and a perfect end to her night.
Instead as she went to slit the woman’s throat, an elbow suddenly went back, knocking her arm away and causing Kesi to stumble. That second of fumbling left a window of opportunity, and her prey became predator as the woman’s own knife lodged itself deep into Kesi’s own shoulder.
Silence. Kesi just blinked, shocked by the sudden turn of events. But instead of a face twisting in pain, a large smile was found instead. Pain was a very familiar friend to Kesi, but stabbings were something entirely new. The feel of her warm sticky blood as it slid from the wound down her back was exhilarating. She replayed the moment again and again in her head. Where did Kesi go wrong, and how did this merchant do that?
And then a wave of dizziness hit Kesi. The small teen stumbled back once again. Was this just the adrenaline from being stab working, or was the blade laced with poison? Poison! Her eyes grew wide with excitement. Oh, she hoped it was the latter! Well, no, Kesi didn’t quite relish the idea of dying. But if she were to survive, this would be fantastic. She had always wanted to be poisoned! Why hadn’t Kesi thought of coating her own dagger? There was no reason two murder methods could not be married into one.
Her mind was a whirl. Giggles poured from the young girl’s lips, “Oh you stabbed me! That was great!” She complimented. This was so much fun. Death and murdering was already fun enough, but to have it be reversed on her was something that Kesi did not expect. This was a new experience. Kesi really liked this woman. “I thought I was really quiet too! How’d you catch me? Was there a reflection I missed? Oh, oh a shadow? Did I kick a pebble? I didn’t hear one, I was super careful. Wow, miss, that was amazing!”
But now the second question. Was she poisoned? Most poison would lose its potency in open air. Certain poisons, such as cyanide, while normally fatal would do little but irritate the wound. And how did she coat the weapon without getting it on herself? What would cause her to feel dizzy, and ill?
Was it venom? Oh, that was even more exciting. The snake charmer hoped it was venom. Venom would be the perfect irony to use against Kesi. “Is the blade laced with venom, Miss? Or is it the loss of blood making me feel this way? Oh, oh I hope it’s venom! How did you avoid getting on yourself? Is your sheath coated in it? What do you do when you want to replace it?”
The questions came bubbling one after another, like an excited child looking at the world with wonder. The horrible stinging pain grew worse on her shoulder, but Kesi forced it to the back of her mind. If she were to die here, and she really hoped not, she would at least like the answer to her questions. It was only polite, after all.
This was not how the physician had expected this to go. She had been very aware of Kesi following her, but she didn't expect her would-be assassin to like being stabbed. Or poisoned, for that matter. Glaring down at the teenager, Skylla bared her teeth at Kesi the second that she opened her mouth, her mind drifting to deep, dark places that both Lukos and Sophos had taken her to many times in her life. She was used to getting smacked around by her friend, and she would admit that she rather loved the abuse.
But a complete stranger that lit up like Skylla herself was the Egyptian sunrise made her immediately angry. Furious, even. In an instant, she was seeing red and none of the words that Kesi spoke actually connected with the woman. And they wouldn't. Not until much later when she had sufficiently saved the teenager from being poisoned and maybe cut her tongue out to silence her. That was yet to be seen.
"Shut up, you little bitch," Skylla snapped at Kesi when she just kept talking, the hand still on her knife twisting the blade slightly to see if that would get the reaction out of her that Skylla had wanted in the first place. Pain. Crying. Sobbing. Pleading, even.
It was clear that she wasn't going to get that from this girl and that only added to the rage that was simmering dangerously in her stomach. "Shut up, shut up, shut up," she snarled, ripping the knife out of Kesi's shoulder and shoving it back into the sheathe against her thigh. Her free hand threaded into Kesi's long locks, gripping them sharply and tugging on them as Skylla looked about them to make sure that no one had seen her stab what was essentially a fucking child.
Fuck her.
Fuck this child.
Fuck the gods, both Greek and Egyptian, for bringing her to this moment when her entire reputation could be soured in an instant.
Not waiting for Kesi to answer or move with her, Skylla was immediately pulling Kesi by her hair and into one of the darker, more secluded alleyways in order to find them a spot of peace. "You'er too godsdamned loud, girl. What is your name?" she asked quickly, her brows furrowed deeply in the dim light of the alley. The moon lit it just enough for Skylla to be able to see what she was doing.
It was at this point that all of Kesi's questions were flooding Skylla's mind. "Yes. I stabbed you. I saw you watching me all day. You think you're silent, and you very well might, but body heat gives you away. The blade is laced with a Greecian poison. The sheathe is filled with it and you just dump it when you want to replace it," Skylla said all in the same breathless rush that Kesi seemed to speak in. "Hold still," she said quickly, "I'll need to get the poison out. What in Hades possessed you to try and assassinate me?" Skylla demanded as an afterthought.
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This was not how the physician had expected this to go. She had been very aware of Kesi following her, but she didn't expect her would-be assassin to like being stabbed. Or poisoned, for that matter. Glaring down at the teenager, Skylla bared her teeth at Kesi the second that she opened her mouth, her mind drifting to deep, dark places that both Lukos and Sophos had taken her to many times in her life. She was used to getting smacked around by her friend, and she would admit that she rather loved the abuse.
But a complete stranger that lit up like Skylla herself was the Egyptian sunrise made her immediately angry. Furious, even. In an instant, she was seeing red and none of the words that Kesi spoke actually connected with the woman. And they wouldn't. Not until much later when she had sufficiently saved the teenager from being poisoned and maybe cut her tongue out to silence her. That was yet to be seen.
"Shut up, you little bitch," Skylla snapped at Kesi when she just kept talking, the hand still on her knife twisting the blade slightly to see if that would get the reaction out of her that Skylla had wanted in the first place. Pain. Crying. Sobbing. Pleading, even.
It was clear that she wasn't going to get that from this girl and that only added to the rage that was simmering dangerously in her stomach. "Shut up, shut up, shut up," she snarled, ripping the knife out of Kesi's shoulder and shoving it back into the sheathe against her thigh. Her free hand threaded into Kesi's long locks, gripping them sharply and tugging on them as Skylla looked about them to make sure that no one had seen her stab what was essentially a fucking child.
Fuck her.
Fuck this child.
Fuck the gods, both Greek and Egyptian, for bringing her to this moment when her entire reputation could be soured in an instant.
Not waiting for Kesi to answer or move with her, Skylla was immediately pulling Kesi by her hair and into one of the darker, more secluded alleyways in order to find them a spot of peace. "You'er too godsdamned loud, girl. What is your name?" she asked quickly, her brows furrowed deeply in the dim light of the alley. The moon lit it just enough for Skylla to be able to see what she was doing.
It was at this point that all of Kesi's questions were flooding Skylla's mind. "Yes. I stabbed you. I saw you watching me all day. You think you're silent, and you very well might, but body heat gives you away. The blade is laced with a Greecian poison. The sheathe is filled with it and you just dump it when you want to replace it," Skylla said all in the same breathless rush that Kesi seemed to speak in. "Hold still," she said quickly, "I'll need to get the poison out. What in Hades possessed you to try and assassinate me?" Skylla demanded as an afterthought.
This was not how the physician had expected this to go. She had been very aware of Kesi following her, but she didn't expect her would-be assassin to like being stabbed. Or poisoned, for that matter. Glaring down at the teenager, Skylla bared her teeth at Kesi the second that she opened her mouth, her mind drifting to deep, dark places that both Lukos and Sophos had taken her to many times in her life. She was used to getting smacked around by her friend, and she would admit that she rather loved the abuse.
But a complete stranger that lit up like Skylla herself was the Egyptian sunrise made her immediately angry. Furious, even. In an instant, she was seeing red and none of the words that Kesi spoke actually connected with the woman. And they wouldn't. Not until much later when she had sufficiently saved the teenager from being poisoned and maybe cut her tongue out to silence her. That was yet to be seen.
"Shut up, you little bitch," Skylla snapped at Kesi when she just kept talking, the hand still on her knife twisting the blade slightly to see if that would get the reaction out of her that Skylla had wanted in the first place. Pain. Crying. Sobbing. Pleading, even.
It was clear that she wasn't going to get that from this girl and that only added to the rage that was simmering dangerously in her stomach. "Shut up, shut up, shut up," she snarled, ripping the knife out of Kesi's shoulder and shoving it back into the sheathe against her thigh. Her free hand threaded into Kesi's long locks, gripping them sharply and tugging on them as Skylla looked about them to make sure that no one had seen her stab what was essentially a fucking child.
Fuck her.
Fuck this child.
Fuck the gods, both Greek and Egyptian, for bringing her to this moment when her entire reputation could be soured in an instant.
Not waiting for Kesi to answer or move with her, Skylla was immediately pulling Kesi by her hair and into one of the darker, more secluded alleyways in order to find them a spot of peace. "You'er too godsdamned loud, girl. What is your name?" she asked quickly, her brows furrowed deeply in the dim light of the alley. The moon lit it just enough for Skylla to be able to see what she was doing.
It was at this point that all of Kesi's questions were flooding Skylla's mind. "Yes. I stabbed you. I saw you watching me all day. You think you're silent, and you very well might, but body heat gives you away. The blade is laced with a Greecian poison. The sheathe is filled with it and you just dump it when you want to replace it," Skylla said all in the same breathless rush that Kesi seemed to speak in. "Hold still," she said quickly, "I'll need to get the poison out. What in Hades possessed you to try and assassinate me?" Skylla demanded as an afterthought.
The twisting of the knife only served to get more laughter bubbling out of Kesi’s lips. She was trying to hurt Kesi? Why on earth would she try to do that? Her face had shown no betrayal to pain when the knife went in, did she expect it to show it as it was twisted? The girl shivered by the blade, as it was natural for the body to do so. But she did not scream, she did not cry. This was nothing like the suffering she suffered as a child. Though, it did do well to annoy her. This girl thought she could hurt Kesi? Hubris.
Then pain shot up Kesi’s head as she was dragged away, further into the ally, where there was darkness and solitude. Kesi would attack the girl if she weren’t too busy laughing. But Kesi did have a sort of… fire in her eyes. It was thirsty, it was hungry, and it wanted to hurt the woman before her. And she would, she absolutely would, if the world was not spinning all around her and nausea filled her mind.
Kesi licked her lips, looking at the strange girl. If this were to be Kesi’s end, she will make sure that her death would come with the young teen. Her dagger may be gone, but she still had nails that could claw her eyes out, so her screams were the ones that filled the ally on this day. She would succeed in her brother’s mission, even if it came at the cost of her life.
At the very least she was giving Kesi some answers, though no specifics. A Greecian poison? That said nothing. What was the herb? The mixture? “Water hemlock? Arsenic?” Arsenic could be found here, but not Water Hemlock… well not typically. Krieos sold Water Hemlock a year prior that was used in the killing of her father.
Though Water Hemlock did not typically function in this way and was much deadlier than most, perhaps because it was simply stabbed into Kesi it would have a lessened effect? No, no that would not be the case still. She would not feel this way, even if the poison was deluded. This had to be something else.
At the very least she had answered one important question. Body heat. How was one supposed to protect against that? Should Kesi wear clothes that were chilled? But perhaps then the chill would be felt. Could most enemies feel that? This woman could be, and probably is, more trained than most Kesi would ever face, should she live to survive this day.
“Hades isn’t a god,” Kesi reminded the Greek. Though never did Greeks ever really learn. They were stubborn and blind to the ways of the world. “You’re Selene of Magnestis. You really caused a lot of trouble for my brother.” Kesi pointed out, reaching her hand to shove the strange woman’s grip from her hair away. “That wasn’t very nice of you. He was really, really upset. I don’t like it when my brother is upset.”
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The twisting of the knife only served to get more laughter bubbling out of Kesi’s lips. She was trying to hurt Kesi? Why on earth would she try to do that? Her face had shown no betrayal to pain when the knife went in, did she expect it to show it as it was twisted? The girl shivered by the blade, as it was natural for the body to do so. But she did not scream, she did not cry. This was nothing like the suffering she suffered as a child. Though, it did do well to annoy her. This girl thought she could hurt Kesi? Hubris.
Then pain shot up Kesi’s head as she was dragged away, further into the ally, where there was darkness and solitude. Kesi would attack the girl if she weren’t too busy laughing. But Kesi did have a sort of… fire in her eyes. It was thirsty, it was hungry, and it wanted to hurt the woman before her. And she would, she absolutely would, if the world was not spinning all around her and nausea filled her mind.
Kesi licked her lips, looking at the strange girl. If this were to be Kesi’s end, she will make sure that her death would come with the young teen. Her dagger may be gone, but she still had nails that could claw her eyes out, so her screams were the ones that filled the ally on this day. She would succeed in her brother’s mission, even if it came at the cost of her life.
At the very least she was giving Kesi some answers, though no specifics. A Greecian poison? That said nothing. What was the herb? The mixture? “Water hemlock? Arsenic?” Arsenic could be found here, but not Water Hemlock… well not typically. Krieos sold Water Hemlock a year prior that was used in the killing of her father.
Though Water Hemlock did not typically function in this way and was much deadlier than most, perhaps because it was simply stabbed into Kesi it would have a lessened effect? No, no that would not be the case still. She would not feel this way, even if the poison was deluded. This had to be something else.
At the very least she had answered one important question. Body heat. How was one supposed to protect against that? Should Kesi wear clothes that were chilled? But perhaps then the chill would be felt. Could most enemies feel that? This woman could be, and probably is, more trained than most Kesi would ever face, should she live to survive this day.
“Hades isn’t a god,” Kesi reminded the Greek. Though never did Greeks ever really learn. They were stubborn and blind to the ways of the world. “You’re Selene of Magnestis. You really caused a lot of trouble for my brother.” Kesi pointed out, reaching her hand to shove the strange woman’s grip from her hair away. “That wasn’t very nice of you. He was really, really upset. I don’t like it when my brother is upset.”
The twisting of the knife only served to get more laughter bubbling out of Kesi’s lips. She was trying to hurt Kesi? Why on earth would she try to do that? Her face had shown no betrayal to pain when the knife went in, did she expect it to show it as it was twisted? The girl shivered by the blade, as it was natural for the body to do so. But she did not scream, she did not cry. This was nothing like the suffering she suffered as a child. Though, it did do well to annoy her. This girl thought she could hurt Kesi? Hubris.
Then pain shot up Kesi’s head as she was dragged away, further into the ally, where there was darkness and solitude. Kesi would attack the girl if she weren’t too busy laughing. But Kesi did have a sort of… fire in her eyes. It was thirsty, it was hungry, and it wanted to hurt the woman before her. And she would, she absolutely would, if the world was not spinning all around her and nausea filled her mind.
Kesi licked her lips, looking at the strange girl. If this were to be Kesi’s end, she will make sure that her death would come with the young teen. Her dagger may be gone, but she still had nails that could claw her eyes out, so her screams were the ones that filled the ally on this day. She would succeed in her brother’s mission, even if it came at the cost of her life.
At the very least she was giving Kesi some answers, though no specifics. A Greecian poison? That said nothing. What was the herb? The mixture? “Water hemlock? Arsenic?” Arsenic could be found here, but not Water Hemlock… well not typically. Krieos sold Water Hemlock a year prior that was used in the killing of her father.
Though Water Hemlock did not typically function in this way and was much deadlier than most, perhaps because it was simply stabbed into Kesi it would have a lessened effect? No, no that would not be the case still. She would not feel this way, even if the poison was deluded. This had to be something else.
At the very least she had answered one important question. Body heat. How was one supposed to protect against that? Should Kesi wear clothes that were chilled? But perhaps then the chill would be felt. Could most enemies feel that? This woman could be, and probably is, more trained than most Kesi would ever face, should she live to survive this day.
“Hades isn’t a god,” Kesi reminded the Greek. Though never did Greeks ever really learn. They were stubborn and blind to the ways of the world. “You’re Selene of Magnestis. You really caused a lot of trouble for my brother.” Kesi pointed out, reaching her hand to shove the strange woman’s grip from her hair away. “That wasn’t very nice of you. He was really, really upset. I don’t like it when my brother is upset.”
She wasn't going to tell Kesi the poison, mostly because she'd made the concoction herself and didn't super remember everything that was in it, though she did keep an antidote on her for moments like this. Moments of impulse that left someone injured when they really shouldn't have been. Except Kesi had been trying to kill her for no apparent reason and Skylla didn't take kindly to that. Not at all. She was used to someone trying to take a swing at her. She was used to Lukos putting her on the ground or on her knees and being rough with her. She liked that and she would be the first to admit it.
But the greek woman did not appreciate little children sneaking up on her and trying to kill her. None of this made any sense and her rage slowly built with each passing breath. Because this was absolute horse shit and Skylla would shout it to the heavens. "It doesn't matter what the poison is," Skylla said through gritted teeth, using her strength to push Kesi hard back against the brick wall, her hand coming against the girl's throat. Skylla's expression was one of pure, unrepentant rage.
Internally, she was thinking about how it would just be a good idea to kill the child and get this over with. It was what she would have done to anyone else who had dared to make such a move on her person, but she didn't. Something held her back and she only snarled in Kesi's face as a result. "I asked you what your name was," she said in a sharp tone, and then paused when Kesi told her what Skylla's supposed name was and what she had done to annoy her brother.
Gods above. Now the girl was utterly stupid too? And renouncing Hades made Skylla tighten her grip on Kesi just slightly, "Hades would delight in the sacrifice of a heratic," she pointed out, and then leaned ever closer to Kesi's face. "My name is not Selene of whatever the fuck," Skylla said very slowly, "My name is Skylla of Magnemea and I don't give a horse's ass who your brother is because I have done nothing to him. Now, you, child. I am thinking of doing very many things to you."
And then, without warning, Skylla pulled Kesi back from the wall and shoved her backward a bit down the dark alley. "The first rule of trying to assassinate someone is make sure that you have the correct target to begin with. Makes you look like an idiot if you get it wrong, especially if you had succeeded in killing me but your little Selene girl was still wandering around. You don't like when your brother is upset, but I'm sure he'd be furious if you left her alive, would he not?" Skylla actually spit at her feet.
"That said, I'm not going to apologize for stabbing you, you stupid bitch, but I'm going to offer to take care of that wound for you."
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She wasn't going to tell Kesi the poison, mostly because she'd made the concoction herself and didn't super remember everything that was in it, though she did keep an antidote on her for moments like this. Moments of impulse that left someone injured when they really shouldn't have been. Except Kesi had been trying to kill her for no apparent reason and Skylla didn't take kindly to that. Not at all. She was used to someone trying to take a swing at her. She was used to Lukos putting her on the ground or on her knees and being rough with her. She liked that and she would be the first to admit it.
But the greek woman did not appreciate little children sneaking up on her and trying to kill her. None of this made any sense and her rage slowly built with each passing breath. Because this was absolute horse shit and Skylla would shout it to the heavens. "It doesn't matter what the poison is," Skylla said through gritted teeth, using her strength to push Kesi hard back against the brick wall, her hand coming against the girl's throat. Skylla's expression was one of pure, unrepentant rage.
Internally, she was thinking about how it would just be a good idea to kill the child and get this over with. It was what she would have done to anyone else who had dared to make such a move on her person, but she didn't. Something held her back and she only snarled in Kesi's face as a result. "I asked you what your name was," she said in a sharp tone, and then paused when Kesi told her what Skylla's supposed name was and what she had done to annoy her brother.
Gods above. Now the girl was utterly stupid too? And renouncing Hades made Skylla tighten her grip on Kesi just slightly, "Hades would delight in the sacrifice of a heratic," she pointed out, and then leaned ever closer to Kesi's face. "My name is not Selene of whatever the fuck," Skylla said very slowly, "My name is Skylla of Magnemea and I don't give a horse's ass who your brother is because I have done nothing to him. Now, you, child. I am thinking of doing very many things to you."
And then, without warning, Skylla pulled Kesi back from the wall and shoved her backward a bit down the dark alley. "The first rule of trying to assassinate someone is make sure that you have the correct target to begin with. Makes you look like an idiot if you get it wrong, especially if you had succeeded in killing me but your little Selene girl was still wandering around. You don't like when your brother is upset, but I'm sure he'd be furious if you left her alive, would he not?" Skylla actually spit at her feet.
"That said, I'm not going to apologize for stabbing you, you stupid bitch, but I'm going to offer to take care of that wound for you."
She wasn't going to tell Kesi the poison, mostly because she'd made the concoction herself and didn't super remember everything that was in it, though she did keep an antidote on her for moments like this. Moments of impulse that left someone injured when they really shouldn't have been. Except Kesi had been trying to kill her for no apparent reason and Skylla didn't take kindly to that. Not at all. She was used to someone trying to take a swing at her. She was used to Lukos putting her on the ground or on her knees and being rough with her. She liked that and she would be the first to admit it.
But the greek woman did not appreciate little children sneaking up on her and trying to kill her. None of this made any sense and her rage slowly built with each passing breath. Because this was absolute horse shit and Skylla would shout it to the heavens. "It doesn't matter what the poison is," Skylla said through gritted teeth, using her strength to push Kesi hard back against the brick wall, her hand coming against the girl's throat. Skylla's expression was one of pure, unrepentant rage.
Internally, she was thinking about how it would just be a good idea to kill the child and get this over with. It was what she would have done to anyone else who had dared to make such a move on her person, but she didn't. Something held her back and she only snarled in Kesi's face as a result. "I asked you what your name was," she said in a sharp tone, and then paused when Kesi told her what Skylla's supposed name was and what she had done to annoy her brother.
Gods above. Now the girl was utterly stupid too? And renouncing Hades made Skylla tighten her grip on Kesi just slightly, "Hades would delight in the sacrifice of a heratic," she pointed out, and then leaned ever closer to Kesi's face. "My name is not Selene of whatever the fuck," Skylla said very slowly, "My name is Skylla of Magnemea and I don't give a horse's ass who your brother is because I have done nothing to him. Now, you, child. I am thinking of doing very many things to you."
And then, without warning, Skylla pulled Kesi back from the wall and shoved her backward a bit down the dark alley. "The first rule of trying to assassinate someone is make sure that you have the correct target to begin with. Makes you look like an idiot if you get it wrong, especially if you had succeeded in killing me but your little Selene girl was still wandering around. You don't like when your brother is upset, but I'm sure he'd be furious if you left her alive, would he not?" Skylla actually spit at her feet.
"That said, I'm not going to apologize for stabbing you, you stupid bitch, but I'm going to offer to take care of that wound for you."
When the woman shoved Kesi against the wall, hand at her throat Kesi was annoyed. Not at the fact that she was threatening to choke her- that happened so many times in her past that she had lost count. Between her father’s abuse and the sex she had with her brother, a hand at her throat was all too familiar.
No, what annoyed Kesi was her insistence for her name. Names were so unimportant. Did this woman truly think she would remember Kesi’s name? That she would wake up tomorrow and think about Kesi? That a year down the line she would hear her name and be reminded of this day? Kesi never remembered names, not unless they were someone of importance to her. Krieos, she remembered. And the people of the circus she remembered. Everyone else…
Well, people are unimportant by nature, aren’t they?
With that being said, she would remember her name. Skylla? Oops! But Skylla was really cool, so even if it was fifteen years from now, Kesi would remember Skylla. She was the woman who stabbed her and taught her. It was her new mission in life, assuming she had a life long to live, to return the favor. If she were in Egypt Kesi would hunt her down until she drank Kesi’s poison and felt Kesi’s dagger. That would only be fair, right? After all, what are friends for if not to have a good time with?
And this girl was most definitely her friend.
“Oh, oh! That’s good advice, Miss. You’re right he would be upset,” Kesi pouted a little. But if she wasn’t the girl, where was the girl? That didn’t matter. After all, Kesi was still kind of dying. “Good, I don’t like apologies. They’re awkward, and they aren’t ever meant.” Except when Kesi apologizes to Nem, because Kesi would never ever lie to him. “This is why you’re so smart Miss!” She was also so nice giving Kesi free advice. They were quickly becoming best friends. Kesi just needed to stab her. “Oh, I’m Kesi.”
At the offering to patch her up, her smile got even wider. “Really, you’ll do that? Great! I don’t like our doctor. He’s boring. But you’re super cool, Miss. You’re like… a million times better.” At this point, despite the excitement of her words, the world was truly beginning to swirl and her tongue was getting heavy. She was slurring. But Kesi didn’t feel fear. It was truly hard to phase the girl, and she had complete trust in her new friend. She was smart enough to not waste words on apologies. So she wouldn’t also waste words on giving Kesi free advice if she was just going to let her die. That would be stupid, and this girl wasn’t stupid. So Kesi just gave another giggle, perfectly content to allowing her body to be moved in whichever way so her friend could patch her up.
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When the woman shoved Kesi against the wall, hand at her throat Kesi was annoyed. Not at the fact that she was threatening to choke her- that happened so many times in her past that she had lost count. Between her father’s abuse and the sex she had with her brother, a hand at her throat was all too familiar.
No, what annoyed Kesi was her insistence for her name. Names were so unimportant. Did this woman truly think she would remember Kesi’s name? That she would wake up tomorrow and think about Kesi? That a year down the line she would hear her name and be reminded of this day? Kesi never remembered names, not unless they were someone of importance to her. Krieos, she remembered. And the people of the circus she remembered. Everyone else…
Well, people are unimportant by nature, aren’t they?
With that being said, she would remember her name. Skylla? Oops! But Skylla was really cool, so even if it was fifteen years from now, Kesi would remember Skylla. She was the woman who stabbed her and taught her. It was her new mission in life, assuming she had a life long to live, to return the favor. If she were in Egypt Kesi would hunt her down until she drank Kesi’s poison and felt Kesi’s dagger. That would only be fair, right? After all, what are friends for if not to have a good time with?
And this girl was most definitely her friend.
“Oh, oh! That’s good advice, Miss. You’re right he would be upset,” Kesi pouted a little. But if she wasn’t the girl, where was the girl? That didn’t matter. After all, Kesi was still kind of dying. “Good, I don’t like apologies. They’re awkward, and they aren’t ever meant.” Except when Kesi apologizes to Nem, because Kesi would never ever lie to him. “This is why you’re so smart Miss!” She was also so nice giving Kesi free advice. They were quickly becoming best friends. Kesi just needed to stab her. “Oh, I’m Kesi.”
At the offering to patch her up, her smile got even wider. “Really, you’ll do that? Great! I don’t like our doctor. He’s boring. But you’re super cool, Miss. You’re like… a million times better.” At this point, despite the excitement of her words, the world was truly beginning to swirl and her tongue was getting heavy. She was slurring. But Kesi didn’t feel fear. It was truly hard to phase the girl, and she had complete trust in her new friend. She was smart enough to not waste words on apologies. So she wouldn’t also waste words on giving Kesi free advice if she was just going to let her die. That would be stupid, and this girl wasn’t stupid. So Kesi just gave another giggle, perfectly content to allowing her body to be moved in whichever way so her friend could patch her up.
When the woman shoved Kesi against the wall, hand at her throat Kesi was annoyed. Not at the fact that she was threatening to choke her- that happened so many times in her past that she had lost count. Between her father’s abuse and the sex she had with her brother, a hand at her throat was all too familiar.
No, what annoyed Kesi was her insistence for her name. Names were so unimportant. Did this woman truly think she would remember Kesi’s name? That she would wake up tomorrow and think about Kesi? That a year down the line she would hear her name and be reminded of this day? Kesi never remembered names, not unless they were someone of importance to her. Krieos, she remembered. And the people of the circus she remembered. Everyone else…
Well, people are unimportant by nature, aren’t they?
With that being said, she would remember her name. Skylla? Oops! But Skylla was really cool, so even if it was fifteen years from now, Kesi would remember Skylla. She was the woman who stabbed her and taught her. It was her new mission in life, assuming she had a life long to live, to return the favor. If she were in Egypt Kesi would hunt her down until she drank Kesi’s poison and felt Kesi’s dagger. That would only be fair, right? After all, what are friends for if not to have a good time with?
And this girl was most definitely her friend.
“Oh, oh! That’s good advice, Miss. You’re right he would be upset,” Kesi pouted a little. But if she wasn’t the girl, where was the girl? That didn’t matter. After all, Kesi was still kind of dying. “Good, I don’t like apologies. They’re awkward, and they aren’t ever meant.” Except when Kesi apologizes to Nem, because Kesi would never ever lie to him. “This is why you’re so smart Miss!” She was also so nice giving Kesi free advice. They were quickly becoming best friends. Kesi just needed to stab her. “Oh, I’m Kesi.”
At the offering to patch her up, her smile got even wider. “Really, you’ll do that? Great! I don’t like our doctor. He’s boring. But you’re super cool, Miss. You’re like… a million times better.” At this point, despite the excitement of her words, the world was truly beginning to swirl and her tongue was getting heavy. She was slurring. But Kesi didn’t feel fear. It was truly hard to phase the girl, and she had complete trust in her new friend. She was smart enough to not waste words on apologies. So she wouldn’t also waste words on giving Kesi free advice if she was just going to let her die. That would be stupid, and this girl wasn’t stupid. So Kesi just gave another giggle, perfectly content to allowing her body to be moved in whichever way so her friend could patch her up.
And Skylla thought she herself was a little off the beaten path when it came to how her mind worked. Something had made this girl absolutely psychotic. It was endearing. And a relief. But one thing that Skylla had learned over the years was not to expect the crazy ones to do crazy things. Already, Skylla understood the unsaid implications of her stabbing this Kesi girl and she had to resist the urge not to roll her eyes to the sky in question of the gods of what they were trying to do to her.
Forcing herself to breathe carefully through her nose her hold on Kesi became much softer. Because it seemed that the violence that Skylla wanted to rain down on her was a moot point. She would just end up enjoying every second and that was weird, even to Skylla. Then again, she enjoyed when Lukos roughed her up, so she could see why Kesi might enjoy this. Still, if Skylla's goal was not to kill the girl in her grasp, then she needed to get moving.
Her anger quelled by Kesi's rather chipper attitude, Skylla actually reached for her and lead her a little deeper into the alley until they nearly came out the other side. Then she helped Kesi sit on the stone, using the dim light of the braisers along the street as a guide. She shifted her bag into her lap and pulled the flaps open so that she could sift through what supplies she would need.
"Stupid girl," Skylla cursed bitterly under her breath, though the vicious bite in her tone was long gone and she was more complaining about the situation. "I had my eye on a really nice looking guy in a tavern," she actually complained out loud, pulling out a small vial of antidote. Pulling the stopper off the bottle, she motioned for Kesi to tip her head back. "Head back. Take a few drops on your tongue. I'll use a few more when I dress your wound and you should feel better shortly," Skylla said in a huffy tone.
The physician was not in a rush, but she was irritated that her night was pretty much ruined because some little teenager decided to try and stab her randomly in the back. Honestly, Skylla wanted to kill this Selene of Magnestis herself just for the trouble that she had accidentally caused Skylla.
Honestly, this was horse shit.
With the antidote on Kesi's tongue, Skylla started to pull out some cloth bandages, working the girl's clothing off of her shoulder so that Skylla could get a better look at the wound that she had caused. It wasn't often that Skylla patched up her own viciousness, but she supposed there was a first for everything. She started to blot carefully at the wound, not wanting it to hurt too much for Kesi, mostly because Skylla really wanted the girl to hurt, but couldn't let herself fall into that dizzyingly delightful trap.
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And Skylla thought she herself was a little off the beaten path when it came to how her mind worked. Something had made this girl absolutely psychotic. It was endearing. And a relief. But one thing that Skylla had learned over the years was not to expect the crazy ones to do crazy things. Already, Skylla understood the unsaid implications of her stabbing this Kesi girl and she had to resist the urge not to roll her eyes to the sky in question of the gods of what they were trying to do to her.
Forcing herself to breathe carefully through her nose her hold on Kesi became much softer. Because it seemed that the violence that Skylla wanted to rain down on her was a moot point. She would just end up enjoying every second and that was weird, even to Skylla. Then again, she enjoyed when Lukos roughed her up, so she could see why Kesi might enjoy this. Still, if Skylla's goal was not to kill the girl in her grasp, then she needed to get moving.
Her anger quelled by Kesi's rather chipper attitude, Skylla actually reached for her and lead her a little deeper into the alley until they nearly came out the other side. Then she helped Kesi sit on the stone, using the dim light of the braisers along the street as a guide. She shifted her bag into her lap and pulled the flaps open so that she could sift through what supplies she would need.
"Stupid girl," Skylla cursed bitterly under her breath, though the vicious bite in her tone was long gone and she was more complaining about the situation. "I had my eye on a really nice looking guy in a tavern," she actually complained out loud, pulling out a small vial of antidote. Pulling the stopper off the bottle, she motioned for Kesi to tip her head back. "Head back. Take a few drops on your tongue. I'll use a few more when I dress your wound and you should feel better shortly," Skylla said in a huffy tone.
The physician was not in a rush, but she was irritated that her night was pretty much ruined because some little teenager decided to try and stab her randomly in the back. Honestly, Skylla wanted to kill this Selene of Magnestis herself just for the trouble that she had accidentally caused Skylla.
Honestly, this was horse shit.
With the antidote on Kesi's tongue, Skylla started to pull out some cloth bandages, working the girl's clothing off of her shoulder so that Skylla could get a better look at the wound that she had caused. It wasn't often that Skylla patched up her own viciousness, but she supposed there was a first for everything. She started to blot carefully at the wound, not wanting it to hurt too much for Kesi, mostly because Skylla really wanted the girl to hurt, but couldn't let herself fall into that dizzyingly delightful trap.
And Skylla thought she herself was a little off the beaten path when it came to how her mind worked. Something had made this girl absolutely psychotic. It was endearing. And a relief. But one thing that Skylla had learned over the years was not to expect the crazy ones to do crazy things. Already, Skylla understood the unsaid implications of her stabbing this Kesi girl and she had to resist the urge not to roll her eyes to the sky in question of the gods of what they were trying to do to her.
Forcing herself to breathe carefully through her nose her hold on Kesi became much softer. Because it seemed that the violence that Skylla wanted to rain down on her was a moot point. She would just end up enjoying every second and that was weird, even to Skylla. Then again, she enjoyed when Lukos roughed her up, so she could see why Kesi might enjoy this. Still, if Skylla's goal was not to kill the girl in her grasp, then she needed to get moving.
Her anger quelled by Kesi's rather chipper attitude, Skylla actually reached for her and lead her a little deeper into the alley until they nearly came out the other side. Then she helped Kesi sit on the stone, using the dim light of the braisers along the street as a guide. She shifted her bag into her lap and pulled the flaps open so that she could sift through what supplies she would need.
"Stupid girl," Skylla cursed bitterly under her breath, though the vicious bite in her tone was long gone and she was more complaining about the situation. "I had my eye on a really nice looking guy in a tavern," she actually complained out loud, pulling out a small vial of antidote. Pulling the stopper off the bottle, she motioned for Kesi to tip her head back. "Head back. Take a few drops on your tongue. I'll use a few more when I dress your wound and you should feel better shortly," Skylla said in a huffy tone.
The physician was not in a rush, but she was irritated that her night was pretty much ruined because some little teenager decided to try and stab her randomly in the back. Honestly, Skylla wanted to kill this Selene of Magnestis herself just for the trouble that she had accidentally caused Skylla.
Honestly, this was horse shit.
With the antidote on Kesi's tongue, Skylla started to pull out some cloth bandages, working the girl's clothing off of her shoulder so that Skylla could get a better look at the wound that she had caused. It wasn't often that Skylla patched up her own viciousness, but she supposed there was a first for everything. She started to blot carefully at the wound, not wanting it to hurt too much for Kesi, mostly because Skylla really wanted the girl to hurt, but couldn't let herself fall into that dizzyingly delightful trap.
Kesi couldn’t possibly understand why this girl was cranky. If anything, it was Kesi who should be cranky. She missed! That’s so pathetic… and why she should stick to her blow darts instead of trying to be fancy with daggers. Even if… daggers were such fun. The girl, however, shouldn’t be cranky. If she was stabbed, sure, she could be a little cranky, especially since she’d have been stabbed incorrectly. But she was fine! She should be happy and not grumpy whatsoever. Why were people always so weird? They never acted in ways Kesi expected.
Kesi tilted her head back, choosing to trust the stranger because why not, she’d be dead otherwise. The drops tasted bitter, but it was a type of bitter she was used to. Kesi had been bit in the past, and so antivenom was always readily available, though usually, she would need more than just a few drops. Which made Kesi question once again if that poisoned blade was enough to kill. Maybe not, Kesi thought to herself. But it makes me suffer. She felt sick, she felt dizzy, and the wound hurt like no other. And the way she sliced her, the sheer depth she lodged her blade into her, that was what was dangerous. That was the real killer.
This is my type of woman.
Kesi wanted to be best friends with her. She wanted to learn about daggers so that one day she could stab her too, maybe even poison her! Kesi had no doubt she was already better at poisons than this girl, and could probably manage to take her down that way. But that wouldn’t be fun, Kesi deemed. She stabbed Kesi so repay her in kind. That’s what best friends did.
Kesi cheerily kicked her feet, bouncing her heels on the rock, as the woman, Skylla, worked to dress her wound. She clenched her teeth a little but otherwise showed no indication of being in pain. This was nothing. Her father put her through much worse before she killed him. “How did you learn to be so quick? I want to be like that.” Kesi asked the girl, obviously still in awe over their shortlived fight. “Did someone teach you how to use daggers or did you learn all by yourself?” Kesi hoped it was the latter because then she could train and work even harder. Kesi knew she had the disadvantage in life of being small and light. She was strong, but that strength was in proportion to her. Because of that weakness, she instead knew she had to work on speed. She had thought she was fairly quick already with all her training in the circus. But this woman was faster than anything she had seen before.
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Kesi couldn’t possibly understand why this girl was cranky. If anything, it was Kesi who should be cranky. She missed! That’s so pathetic… and why she should stick to her blow darts instead of trying to be fancy with daggers. Even if… daggers were such fun. The girl, however, shouldn’t be cranky. If she was stabbed, sure, she could be a little cranky, especially since she’d have been stabbed incorrectly. But she was fine! She should be happy and not grumpy whatsoever. Why were people always so weird? They never acted in ways Kesi expected.
Kesi tilted her head back, choosing to trust the stranger because why not, she’d be dead otherwise. The drops tasted bitter, but it was a type of bitter she was used to. Kesi had been bit in the past, and so antivenom was always readily available, though usually, she would need more than just a few drops. Which made Kesi question once again if that poisoned blade was enough to kill. Maybe not, Kesi thought to herself. But it makes me suffer. She felt sick, she felt dizzy, and the wound hurt like no other. And the way she sliced her, the sheer depth she lodged her blade into her, that was what was dangerous. That was the real killer.
This is my type of woman.
Kesi wanted to be best friends with her. She wanted to learn about daggers so that one day she could stab her too, maybe even poison her! Kesi had no doubt she was already better at poisons than this girl, and could probably manage to take her down that way. But that wouldn’t be fun, Kesi deemed. She stabbed Kesi so repay her in kind. That’s what best friends did.
Kesi cheerily kicked her feet, bouncing her heels on the rock, as the woman, Skylla, worked to dress her wound. She clenched her teeth a little but otherwise showed no indication of being in pain. This was nothing. Her father put her through much worse before she killed him. “How did you learn to be so quick? I want to be like that.” Kesi asked the girl, obviously still in awe over their shortlived fight. “Did someone teach you how to use daggers or did you learn all by yourself?” Kesi hoped it was the latter because then she could train and work even harder. Kesi knew she had the disadvantage in life of being small and light. She was strong, but that strength was in proportion to her. Because of that weakness, she instead knew she had to work on speed. She had thought she was fairly quick already with all her training in the circus. But this woman was faster than anything she had seen before.
Kesi couldn’t possibly understand why this girl was cranky. If anything, it was Kesi who should be cranky. She missed! That’s so pathetic… and why she should stick to her blow darts instead of trying to be fancy with daggers. Even if… daggers were such fun. The girl, however, shouldn’t be cranky. If she was stabbed, sure, she could be a little cranky, especially since she’d have been stabbed incorrectly. But she was fine! She should be happy and not grumpy whatsoever. Why were people always so weird? They never acted in ways Kesi expected.
Kesi tilted her head back, choosing to trust the stranger because why not, she’d be dead otherwise. The drops tasted bitter, but it was a type of bitter she was used to. Kesi had been bit in the past, and so antivenom was always readily available, though usually, she would need more than just a few drops. Which made Kesi question once again if that poisoned blade was enough to kill. Maybe not, Kesi thought to herself. But it makes me suffer. She felt sick, she felt dizzy, and the wound hurt like no other. And the way she sliced her, the sheer depth she lodged her blade into her, that was what was dangerous. That was the real killer.
This is my type of woman.
Kesi wanted to be best friends with her. She wanted to learn about daggers so that one day she could stab her too, maybe even poison her! Kesi had no doubt she was already better at poisons than this girl, and could probably manage to take her down that way. But that wouldn’t be fun, Kesi deemed. She stabbed Kesi so repay her in kind. That’s what best friends did.
Kesi cheerily kicked her feet, bouncing her heels on the rock, as the woman, Skylla, worked to dress her wound. She clenched her teeth a little but otherwise showed no indication of being in pain. This was nothing. Her father put her through much worse before she killed him. “How did you learn to be so quick? I want to be like that.” Kesi asked the girl, obviously still in awe over their shortlived fight. “Did someone teach you how to use daggers or did you learn all by yourself?” Kesi hoped it was the latter because then she could train and work even harder. Kesi knew she had the disadvantage in life of being small and light. She was strong, but that strength was in proportion to her. Because of that weakness, she instead knew she had to work on speed. She had thought she was fairly quick already with all her training in the circus. But this woman was faster than anything she had seen before.
This girl was weirder than weird. Like... exceedingly weird. Then again, Skylla often liked that trait about certain people. It made them easier to connect with. Skylla wasn't all sunshine and rainbows either, but that was because of years of both emotional and physical torment at the hands of her father and his little minions. With Lukos as the captain now, it had been easier to stomach, but that hadn't stopped Skylla wanting to leave the island in favor of having a taste of freedom she'd never had before.
The physician's hands were working deftly to both mop up blood but also drop some of the antidote into the girl's wound so that it could run through her bloodstream a little faster than taking it orally. Plus the poison was concentrated at the wound and it wouldn't do to pay absolutely no attention to the source of all of the pain that Kesi was feeling. With the antidote settling into her wound, Skylla put pressure on the wound so that she could stop the excess bleeding and then work on wrapping the wound.
For the moment, while she worked, at least, Skylla ignored the girl's questions. She didn't want to miss a step just because she was trying to make the girl happy in telling her little tidbits about herself. Besides, if Skylla was going to tell her things, then Skylla expected information in return. No matter how minute it was, she wanted it to be an even trade. Even though Skylla had stabbed Kesi, the words that Skylla could speak would not be a fair trade by any means.
With the wound bound and Skylla leaning back on her feels, she looked the girl up and down. A bit of food on her stomach would bring some color back to her cheeks and she turned slightly to look into her bag once more. Finding the few bits of bread that she kept wrapped in her pack for when she needed them, she offered Kesi the bread. "Food will help the nausea," she said slowly, still ignoring the questions until she saw Kesi take the first bite. Then she was breathing deeply through her nose. "I learned to be so quick from years of having to be," she said pointedly, one dark eyebrow lifting as she watched the girl.
"I learned by watching and then perfected it by doing," Skylla noted additionally, shaking her head. "No one really taught me. I just picked up a blade and tried it for myself. There are few ways one can really protect themselves on streets like these. What were you doing out here hunting a girl that looks like me? What did she did to your brother that earned her death?"
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This girl was weirder than weird. Like... exceedingly weird. Then again, Skylla often liked that trait about certain people. It made them easier to connect with. Skylla wasn't all sunshine and rainbows either, but that was because of years of both emotional and physical torment at the hands of her father and his little minions. With Lukos as the captain now, it had been easier to stomach, but that hadn't stopped Skylla wanting to leave the island in favor of having a taste of freedom she'd never had before.
The physician's hands were working deftly to both mop up blood but also drop some of the antidote into the girl's wound so that it could run through her bloodstream a little faster than taking it orally. Plus the poison was concentrated at the wound and it wouldn't do to pay absolutely no attention to the source of all of the pain that Kesi was feeling. With the antidote settling into her wound, Skylla put pressure on the wound so that she could stop the excess bleeding and then work on wrapping the wound.
For the moment, while she worked, at least, Skylla ignored the girl's questions. She didn't want to miss a step just because she was trying to make the girl happy in telling her little tidbits about herself. Besides, if Skylla was going to tell her things, then Skylla expected information in return. No matter how minute it was, she wanted it to be an even trade. Even though Skylla had stabbed Kesi, the words that Skylla could speak would not be a fair trade by any means.
With the wound bound and Skylla leaning back on her feels, she looked the girl up and down. A bit of food on her stomach would bring some color back to her cheeks and she turned slightly to look into her bag once more. Finding the few bits of bread that she kept wrapped in her pack for when she needed them, she offered Kesi the bread. "Food will help the nausea," she said slowly, still ignoring the questions until she saw Kesi take the first bite. Then she was breathing deeply through her nose. "I learned to be so quick from years of having to be," she said pointedly, one dark eyebrow lifting as she watched the girl.
"I learned by watching and then perfected it by doing," Skylla noted additionally, shaking her head. "No one really taught me. I just picked up a blade and tried it for myself. There are few ways one can really protect themselves on streets like these. What were you doing out here hunting a girl that looks like me? What did she did to your brother that earned her death?"
This girl was weirder than weird. Like... exceedingly weird. Then again, Skylla often liked that trait about certain people. It made them easier to connect with. Skylla wasn't all sunshine and rainbows either, but that was because of years of both emotional and physical torment at the hands of her father and his little minions. With Lukos as the captain now, it had been easier to stomach, but that hadn't stopped Skylla wanting to leave the island in favor of having a taste of freedom she'd never had before.
The physician's hands were working deftly to both mop up blood but also drop some of the antidote into the girl's wound so that it could run through her bloodstream a little faster than taking it orally. Plus the poison was concentrated at the wound and it wouldn't do to pay absolutely no attention to the source of all of the pain that Kesi was feeling. With the antidote settling into her wound, Skylla put pressure on the wound so that she could stop the excess bleeding and then work on wrapping the wound.
For the moment, while she worked, at least, Skylla ignored the girl's questions. She didn't want to miss a step just because she was trying to make the girl happy in telling her little tidbits about herself. Besides, if Skylla was going to tell her things, then Skylla expected information in return. No matter how minute it was, she wanted it to be an even trade. Even though Skylla had stabbed Kesi, the words that Skylla could speak would not be a fair trade by any means.
With the wound bound and Skylla leaning back on her feels, she looked the girl up and down. A bit of food on her stomach would bring some color back to her cheeks and she turned slightly to look into her bag once more. Finding the few bits of bread that she kept wrapped in her pack for when she needed them, she offered Kesi the bread. "Food will help the nausea," she said slowly, still ignoring the questions until she saw Kesi take the first bite. Then she was breathing deeply through her nose. "I learned to be so quick from years of having to be," she said pointedly, one dark eyebrow lifting as she watched the girl.
"I learned by watching and then perfected it by doing," Skylla noted additionally, shaking her head. "No one really taught me. I just picked up a blade and tried it for myself. There are few ways one can really protect themselves on streets like these. What were you doing out here hunting a girl that looks like me? What did she did to your brother that earned her death?"
Kesi knew she should find it odd that the girl was being so nice. People weren’t nice. The world wasn’t nice. Kesi had suffered because of other’s cruelty. She bore scars from a man she had once called her father and had bruises that would never heal from his abuse. The Nile had stolen her memories, and even after over a decade of them being gone, they have yet to return.
Kesi wasn’t the only one to suffer. Lots of people came to the circus because they suffered. They were sold into slavery, or ran away from abuse, or had to murder or steal just to survive. People were awful. They were monsters. Humanity itself was a curse.
Which was why when Kesi merrily nibbled on the offered bread with a wide smile and seemingly undisturbed, was this a true testament of her insanity. For Kesi, despite knowing the cruelty of man, did not find this situation at all strange. She felt no need to be alarmed, or suspect that this bread contained further poison. She was a girl with a shattered mind, despite not realizing it herself. She had no true grasp of reality. So it was when the world was odd, and people acted in ways one wouldn’t expect, Kesi felt the most at ease. Kesi was a chaotic being. So when the world was unpredictable, it was, to her, normal.
She continued to nibble on the bread, nausea subsiding somewhat. Time would help too. Kesi felt pretty confident she would make a full recovery. At one point, at least. So instead, she chose to focus on the girl’s words. I learned by watching and then perfected it by doing it. Oh good! Kesi had hoped that was the answer. Kesi was a quick study, and when she set her mind to it she wouldn’t stop until she also mastered a craft. That was how she learned poisons, and that would be how she learned daggers.
What did she do to your brother that deserved death? That was a tricky answer. This lady was nice and all, having patched her up after stabbing her with a really cool poisoned dagger, but she wasn’t part of the circus. She wasn’t worthy of knowing all the going ons that only the circus could know. Kesi couldn’t answer her. But at the same time, it was rude not to say anything right? Kesi didn’t want to be accused of being a bully. That would be horribly upsetting and then Kesi would have to try to kill her again for upsetting her. And that might not be that easy. Kesi wasn’t in the best shape at the moment, after all.
“Does that matter, miss?” Kesi tilted her head and looked at her with her wide, innocent eyes. “He asked me to do it so I would. The why isn’t that important. At least not to me.” That much was true too. The why wasn’t important. Nem could have asked Kesi to kill her on a whim and Kesi would. She would do anything for him.
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Kesi knew she should find it odd that the girl was being so nice. People weren’t nice. The world wasn’t nice. Kesi had suffered because of other’s cruelty. She bore scars from a man she had once called her father and had bruises that would never heal from his abuse. The Nile had stolen her memories, and even after over a decade of them being gone, they have yet to return.
Kesi wasn’t the only one to suffer. Lots of people came to the circus because they suffered. They were sold into slavery, or ran away from abuse, or had to murder or steal just to survive. People were awful. They were monsters. Humanity itself was a curse.
Which was why when Kesi merrily nibbled on the offered bread with a wide smile and seemingly undisturbed, was this a true testament of her insanity. For Kesi, despite knowing the cruelty of man, did not find this situation at all strange. She felt no need to be alarmed, or suspect that this bread contained further poison. She was a girl with a shattered mind, despite not realizing it herself. She had no true grasp of reality. So it was when the world was odd, and people acted in ways one wouldn’t expect, Kesi felt the most at ease. Kesi was a chaotic being. So when the world was unpredictable, it was, to her, normal.
She continued to nibble on the bread, nausea subsiding somewhat. Time would help too. Kesi felt pretty confident she would make a full recovery. At one point, at least. So instead, she chose to focus on the girl’s words. I learned by watching and then perfected it by doing it. Oh good! Kesi had hoped that was the answer. Kesi was a quick study, and when she set her mind to it she wouldn’t stop until she also mastered a craft. That was how she learned poisons, and that would be how she learned daggers.
What did she do to your brother that deserved death? That was a tricky answer. This lady was nice and all, having patched her up after stabbing her with a really cool poisoned dagger, but she wasn’t part of the circus. She wasn’t worthy of knowing all the going ons that only the circus could know. Kesi couldn’t answer her. But at the same time, it was rude not to say anything right? Kesi didn’t want to be accused of being a bully. That would be horribly upsetting and then Kesi would have to try to kill her again for upsetting her. And that might not be that easy. Kesi wasn’t in the best shape at the moment, after all.
“Does that matter, miss?” Kesi tilted her head and looked at her with her wide, innocent eyes. “He asked me to do it so I would. The why isn’t that important. At least not to me.” That much was true too. The why wasn’t important. Nem could have asked Kesi to kill her on a whim and Kesi would. She would do anything for him.
Kesi knew she should find it odd that the girl was being so nice. People weren’t nice. The world wasn’t nice. Kesi had suffered because of other’s cruelty. She bore scars from a man she had once called her father and had bruises that would never heal from his abuse. The Nile had stolen her memories, and even after over a decade of them being gone, they have yet to return.
Kesi wasn’t the only one to suffer. Lots of people came to the circus because they suffered. They were sold into slavery, or ran away from abuse, or had to murder or steal just to survive. People were awful. They were monsters. Humanity itself was a curse.
Which was why when Kesi merrily nibbled on the offered bread with a wide smile and seemingly undisturbed, was this a true testament of her insanity. For Kesi, despite knowing the cruelty of man, did not find this situation at all strange. She felt no need to be alarmed, or suspect that this bread contained further poison. She was a girl with a shattered mind, despite not realizing it herself. She had no true grasp of reality. So it was when the world was odd, and people acted in ways one wouldn’t expect, Kesi felt the most at ease. Kesi was a chaotic being. So when the world was unpredictable, it was, to her, normal.
She continued to nibble on the bread, nausea subsiding somewhat. Time would help too. Kesi felt pretty confident she would make a full recovery. At one point, at least. So instead, she chose to focus on the girl’s words. I learned by watching and then perfected it by doing it. Oh good! Kesi had hoped that was the answer. Kesi was a quick study, and when she set her mind to it she wouldn’t stop until she also mastered a craft. That was how she learned poisons, and that would be how she learned daggers.
What did she do to your brother that deserved death? That was a tricky answer. This lady was nice and all, having patched her up after stabbing her with a really cool poisoned dagger, but she wasn’t part of the circus. She wasn’t worthy of knowing all the going ons that only the circus could know. Kesi couldn’t answer her. But at the same time, it was rude not to say anything right? Kesi didn’t want to be accused of being a bully. That would be horribly upsetting and then Kesi would have to try to kill her again for upsetting her. And that might not be that easy. Kesi wasn’t in the best shape at the moment, after all.
“Does that matter, miss?” Kesi tilted her head and looked at her with her wide, innocent eyes. “He asked me to do it so I would. The why isn’t that important. At least not to me.” That much was true too. The why wasn’t important. Nem could have asked Kesi to kill her on a whim and Kesi would. She would do anything for him.
This girl was even weirder than Skylla was. Skylla liked that, though she was still feeling the small drips of unease down her spine. The young woman didn't seem very bothered that she had been stabbed at all. She had just been asking questions about Skylla's skill and how she had learned what she had to bring her assailant down so quickly and so hard. Not only did Skylla have some experience, harking back to her very young years, but she also had both size and weight on the younger girl. Muscle from years of toiling about an island and then lifting patients in Colchis and beyond. Her dark gaze almost made her look like she was glowering for all the weird questions that Kesi was asking her, but she didn't say anything else on the topic.
Admittedly, her entire goal now was to get Kesi on her feet and taken back in the direction of wherever she had come from. She wouldn't be able to get there herself and letting her go on her own posed a danger of rapists and men that shouldn't be putting their hands on her.
Skylla finished her bandaging of the wound, her gaze focused on the woman before her rather than everyone else that could have found them. It would have been odd to find them like this. Kesi poisoned and Skylla holding the knife that had done it. Sighing through her nose, she seemed content with the work that she had done and pulled her hands away from Kesi's form so that she could get a better look at her while she mulled over the words that Kesi spoke.
Typical cryptic bullshit that Skylla didn't care about even if she was a bit nosey. "You must value your brother very much to do something so dangerous for him," Skylla said lightly. She thought back on all the people she'd do something like this for. Just Lukos. Maybe Lysander. Honestly, both. She would raze and entire Kingdom if Lukos died, that much was true. Lysander? She'd kill a city. But that was it. He was important to her, but not on the scale that her childhood friend and sometimes lover was.
"Come on. Let's get you on your feet so that we can take you back to wherever you came from. I don't know the city well, so direct me," Skylla huffed finally, reaching down to help Kesi up to her feet. Doing so, she helped the girl drape an arm around her neck and shoulder so that they could brace together and walk together while the poison worked its way out of Kesi's system. "I'm not letting you go it alone. Not in your state. Besides, I'm curious about what sort of place bred you, Kesi."
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This girl was even weirder than Skylla was. Skylla liked that, though she was still feeling the small drips of unease down her spine. The young woman didn't seem very bothered that she had been stabbed at all. She had just been asking questions about Skylla's skill and how she had learned what she had to bring her assailant down so quickly and so hard. Not only did Skylla have some experience, harking back to her very young years, but she also had both size and weight on the younger girl. Muscle from years of toiling about an island and then lifting patients in Colchis and beyond. Her dark gaze almost made her look like she was glowering for all the weird questions that Kesi was asking her, but she didn't say anything else on the topic.
Admittedly, her entire goal now was to get Kesi on her feet and taken back in the direction of wherever she had come from. She wouldn't be able to get there herself and letting her go on her own posed a danger of rapists and men that shouldn't be putting their hands on her.
Skylla finished her bandaging of the wound, her gaze focused on the woman before her rather than everyone else that could have found them. It would have been odd to find them like this. Kesi poisoned and Skylla holding the knife that had done it. Sighing through her nose, she seemed content with the work that she had done and pulled her hands away from Kesi's form so that she could get a better look at her while she mulled over the words that Kesi spoke.
Typical cryptic bullshit that Skylla didn't care about even if she was a bit nosey. "You must value your brother very much to do something so dangerous for him," Skylla said lightly. She thought back on all the people she'd do something like this for. Just Lukos. Maybe Lysander. Honestly, both. She would raze and entire Kingdom if Lukos died, that much was true. Lysander? She'd kill a city. But that was it. He was important to her, but not on the scale that her childhood friend and sometimes lover was.
"Come on. Let's get you on your feet so that we can take you back to wherever you came from. I don't know the city well, so direct me," Skylla huffed finally, reaching down to help Kesi up to her feet. Doing so, she helped the girl drape an arm around her neck and shoulder so that they could brace together and walk together while the poison worked its way out of Kesi's system. "I'm not letting you go it alone. Not in your state. Besides, I'm curious about what sort of place bred you, Kesi."
This girl was even weirder than Skylla was. Skylla liked that, though she was still feeling the small drips of unease down her spine. The young woman didn't seem very bothered that she had been stabbed at all. She had just been asking questions about Skylla's skill and how she had learned what she had to bring her assailant down so quickly and so hard. Not only did Skylla have some experience, harking back to her very young years, but she also had both size and weight on the younger girl. Muscle from years of toiling about an island and then lifting patients in Colchis and beyond. Her dark gaze almost made her look like she was glowering for all the weird questions that Kesi was asking her, but she didn't say anything else on the topic.
Admittedly, her entire goal now was to get Kesi on her feet and taken back in the direction of wherever she had come from. She wouldn't be able to get there herself and letting her go on her own posed a danger of rapists and men that shouldn't be putting their hands on her.
Skylla finished her bandaging of the wound, her gaze focused on the woman before her rather than everyone else that could have found them. It would have been odd to find them like this. Kesi poisoned and Skylla holding the knife that had done it. Sighing through her nose, she seemed content with the work that she had done and pulled her hands away from Kesi's form so that she could get a better look at her while she mulled over the words that Kesi spoke.
Typical cryptic bullshit that Skylla didn't care about even if she was a bit nosey. "You must value your brother very much to do something so dangerous for him," Skylla said lightly. She thought back on all the people she'd do something like this for. Just Lukos. Maybe Lysander. Honestly, both. She would raze and entire Kingdom if Lukos died, that much was true. Lysander? She'd kill a city. But that was it. He was important to her, but not on the scale that her childhood friend and sometimes lover was.
"Come on. Let's get you on your feet so that we can take you back to wherever you came from. I don't know the city well, so direct me," Skylla huffed finally, reaching down to help Kesi up to her feet. Doing so, she helped the girl drape an arm around her neck and shoulder so that they could brace together and walk together while the poison worked its way out of Kesi's system. "I'm not letting you go it alone. Not in your state. Besides, I'm curious about what sort of place bred you, Kesi."
Kesi was torn. On the one hand, it probably wasn’t wise to bring the lady who just stabbed her to her home. She was dangerous! What if she tried to hurt someone? That would make Kesi very sad. But on the other hand, everyone in the circus was dangerous so really she would fit right in.
Besides Kesi loved to bring people to the circus. It was wonderful and magical and she wanted everyone to see its majesty. Plus this lady was her friend. She helped her. She wasn’t a bully like other people could be. Kesi wanted to spend more time with her new friend. Especially because she wasn’t asking more about why her brother sent her to kill. She accepted the answer and even noticed how much Kesi valued him!
She’ll know soon enough, anyhow. Kesi thought as Skylla helped her walk. If Skylla saw Nem, it should be obvious. Nem was a God amongst mortals. He was born in Set’s image to follow Set’s will. And everyone in the circus was blessed to have such an ambassador to lead them. Skylla just needed to see Nem and she would know. It was obvious, after all.
Each step came a new wave of pain. She’d likely have to see Rekhmire. That was the one thing she didn’t appreciate about her new friend. When Skylla was gone, Kesi was going to have to deal with the mean, boring doctor that staffed the Tempest of Set. Maybe if she saw the circus then Skylla would be willing to stay. Maybe then Kesi could get rid of Rekhmire just like she got rid of her papa. She could even do it with new dagger techniques! It would be great.
But Kesi mustn’t get ahead of herself. While she did require assistance to get back to the circus, walking by herself was out of the question, this new friend was a complete stranger. Kesi worked with enough snakes to know how they liked to hide, striking when their victim least expected it. Kesi hoped Skylla wasn’t like them. While the girl cherished the creatures, bringing them up as if they were her own children, she also was quick to dispatch them if they caused the least bit of trouble. Each time Kesi killed a snake, it was like killing a part of herself. She didn’t want to have to feel the same thing for the stranger she had just met.
“I live just outside of Alexandria right now!” Kesi answered her, a smile remaining on her face, not even showing a hint of her radical shift of emotions, from excitement to caution. “The Tempest of Set. It’s a really wonderful place. My brother’s the ringmaster.”
There was a tinge of pride in her voice. It was not long that Amenemhat was ringmaster, a mere thirteen months, and already Kesi had seen improvements. The circus was not yet at it’s peak, but with Amenemhat she knew it was just a matter of time. Soon not just Egypt, but the world would know the wonder that is the Tempest of Set. But for now… well, Skylla was a start.
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Kesi was torn. On the one hand, it probably wasn’t wise to bring the lady who just stabbed her to her home. She was dangerous! What if she tried to hurt someone? That would make Kesi very sad. But on the other hand, everyone in the circus was dangerous so really she would fit right in.
Besides Kesi loved to bring people to the circus. It was wonderful and magical and she wanted everyone to see its majesty. Plus this lady was her friend. She helped her. She wasn’t a bully like other people could be. Kesi wanted to spend more time with her new friend. Especially because she wasn’t asking more about why her brother sent her to kill. She accepted the answer and even noticed how much Kesi valued him!
She’ll know soon enough, anyhow. Kesi thought as Skylla helped her walk. If Skylla saw Nem, it should be obvious. Nem was a God amongst mortals. He was born in Set’s image to follow Set’s will. And everyone in the circus was blessed to have such an ambassador to lead them. Skylla just needed to see Nem and she would know. It was obvious, after all.
Each step came a new wave of pain. She’d likely have to see Rekhmire. That was the one thing she didn’t appreciate about her new friend. When Skylla was gone, Kesi was going to have to deal with the mean, boring doctor that staffed the Tempest of Set. Maybe if she saw the circus then Skylla would be willing to stay. Maybe then Kesi could get rid of Rekhmire just like she got rid of her papa. She could even do it with new dagger techniques! It would be great.
But Kesi mustn’t get ahead of herself. While she did require assistance to get back to the circus, walking by herself was out of the question, this new friend was a complete stranger. Kesi worked with enough snakes to know how they liked to hide, striking when their victim least expected it. Kesi hoped Skylla wasn’t like them. While the girl cherished the creatures, bringing them up as if they were her own children, she also was quick to dispatch them if they caused the least bit of trouble. Each time Kesi killed a snake, it was like killing a part of herself. She didn’t want to have to feel the same thing for the stranger she had just met.
“I live just outside of Alexandria right now!” Kesi answered her, a smile remaining on her face, not even showing a hint of her radical shift of emotions, from excitement to caution. “The Tempest of Set. It’s a really wonderful place. My brother’s the ringmaster.”
There was a tinge of pride in her voice. It was not long that Amenemhat was ringmaster, a mere thirteen months, and already Kesi had seen improvements. The circus was not yet at it’s peak, but with Amenemhat she knew it was just a matter of time. Soon not just Egypt, but the world would know the wonder that is the Tempest of Set. But for now… well, Skylla was a start.
Kesi was torn. On the one hand, it probably wasn’t wise to bring the lady who just stabbed her to her home. She was dangerous! What if she tried to hurt someone? That would make Kesi very sad. But on the other hand, everyone in the circus was dangerous so really she would fit right in.
Besides Kesi loved to bring people to the circus. It was wonderful and magical and she wanted everyone to see its majesty. Plus this lady was her friend. She helped her. She wasn’t a bully like other people could be. Kesi wanted to spend more time with her new friend. Especially because she wasn’t asking more about why her brother sent her to kill. She accepted the answer and even noticed how much Kesi valued him!
She’ll know soon enough, anyhow. Kesi thought as Skylla helped her walk. If Skylla saw Nem, it should be obvious. Nem was a God amongst mortals. He was born in Set’s image to follow Set’s will. And everyone in the circus was blessed to have such an ambassador to lead them. Skylla just needed to see Nem and she would know. It was obvious, after all.
Each step came a new wave of pain. She’d likely have to see Rekhmire. That was the one thing she didn’t appreciate about her new friend. When Skylla was gone, Kesi was going to have to deal with the mean, boring doctor that staffed the Tempest of Set. Maybe if she saw the circus then Skylla would be willing to stay. Maybe then Kesi could get rid of Rekhmire just like she got rid of her papa. She could even do it with new dagger techniques! It would be great.
But Kesi mustn’t get ahead of herself. While she did require assistance to get back to the circus, walking by herself was out of the question, this new friend was a complete stranger. Kesi worked with enough snakes to know how they liked to hide, striking when their victim least expected it. Kesi hoped Skylla wasn’t like them. While the girl cherished the creatures, bringing them up as if they were her own children, she also was quick to dispatch them if they caused the least bit of trouble. Each time Kesi killed a snake, it was like killing a part of herself. She didn’t want to have to feel the same thing for the stranger she had just met.
“I live just outside of Alexandria right now!” Kesi answered her, a smile remaining on her face, not even showing a hint of her radical shift of emotions, from excitement to caution. “The Tempest of Set. It’s a really wonderful place. My brother’s the ringmaster.”
There was a tinge of pride in her voice. It was not long that Amenemhat was ringmaster, a mere thirteen months, and already Kesi had seen improvements. The circus was not yet at it’s peak, but with Amenemhat she knew it was just a matter of time. Soon not just Egypt, but the world would know the wonder that is the Tempest of Set. But for now… well, Skylla was a start.