Attached to the ceiling Shai let Chell dribble down off her fingers and through the door before it could slam shut. Chell slide down into the darkness, hovering to a stop just before he would clink. The little Irylid was obviously magic, but the thugs were distracted in their torture and the woman with Zandelia’s mouth. Fools not to watch the shadows.
Shai had been following from the beginning. It had been lean pickings the last few days. The Symenestra knew Zandelia had a tendency to come in contact with diverting individuals. One such soul might find himself worse for the wear a few streets after he departed from the human. She would wait as a courtesy, so they wouldn’t associate their robbery with Zandelia. Consequently the thief sat perched on a roof, in the shadow of a chimney when the men took her human friend. If Shai had been closer, understood the situation sooner, perhaps the two could have taken the thugs. It was too late by the time the epiphany dawned. The light was fading and Zandelia was being dragged away.
It was a fickle thing tailing by rooftop. Sometimes no one noticed her, because one didn’t often look to sky for tails. At the same time, any wistful thought might take eyes skyward. Still the intrepid widow jump and landed far in the wake of their route. As she did she mulled over the idea. It was no doubt she would help the woman, it had never been a doubt. What was in doubt was how far in harms way would she put herself? Zandelia as a contact was only as useful as Shai made her. Thus far since returning, she had no utilized her. She sucked on her pearly bottom lip.
It was Chell would finally gave the deciding answer, Shai, we save her. The potential is too great to pass up. She hasn’t yet found you a mark, but someday she may. That chance is enough. You work in chances don’t you spider? The forthcoming response gave Shai a moment’s pause. It was rare that Chell voluntarily spoke to her. Usually she had to instigate their dealings. In response to the underspoken confusion he replied curtly, You are rarely indecisive. It appears when you are, I find it grating
Shai tried to hug her smug amusement as she slipped into the shadow of an eave, watching the party drag her friend indoors.
Time seemed suspended in her shade. The outward activity told her nothing, she had to move closer but she rarely tried to sneak so close to detection without intention of eventually showing herself. The spider scurried back up to the rooftop She pushed her white hand down the chimney and scooped it back covered in soot. Inexpertly she smeared it across her face and neck, from bodice to hair line. Every advantage she would take, even if it meant a bath would be a hard won commodity. She scooped out more and smeared her calves and bare feet, finishign with her hands.
Her preparations included checking her lockpicks secreted in her severe hair bun and sliding her weapons into her belt. She secreted three throwing knives between her night leather, clinging to them with her cilia essentially gluing them to her flesh. Stashing her cloak at the base of the chimney, use one of its own bricks to hold it down and hide it the spider turned back to the house.
Chell curled curled beneath her armor in the form of an orb though he had constricted his size to no bigger than a large marble. A cold spot for her, an uncomfortable warmth for him. Necessity had become their collective God. She launched from her current roof to the next, adjacent to the place where Zandelia was held.
From the alley and the buildings base she watched, waiting. It was a stark moment, that churned her dinner in all the wrong ways, when the activities abruptly stopped. Had she waited too long? Was Zandelia dead? So slow she was nearly on all fours, she slide across the broken stones towards the door. With her hand she nudged the entrance and peeked inside. No eyes held the door she slid up the interior wall and on to the ceiling. No cloak let her tiny form hug the ceiling without the slightest drag.
Shai had entered just as the thoughs entered the heavy metal door.
Shai was feeding the Irylid instructions telepathically, to his feed back. The little marble rolled into the holding chamber’s corner. They’re here Shai, Zandelia and the Bitzer. Shackled.
What else do you see? she asked still suspended, waiting for her chance. When the thugs left she could slip behind him through the door before it shut itself again, as it had after she dropped Chell. Restrains meant time, time to free the pair. Bitzer was a surprise, she hadn’t known there was any connection between the hired sword and the knowledgeable human.
They’re being hurt. He replied.
Can you get to either one? She asked.
Rather than replying he hummed to her. Sometimes that meant he was annoyed, this time it was certainly ascent. He rolled along the floor of the room, the crystalline azure orb made its way around the room, halting whenever attention eased from the two humans. Just a little marble, Shai instructed him. He couldn’t take of her abilities, her muscle memories, but he could take her advice. Finally as Fallon’s nail pulled free the Chell rolled over to the post that held Zandelia chained. The Bitzer roared and the thugs beating Zandelia looked to their leader however momentarily. Finally the Irylid found himself by the spy’s ear.
Shai instructed very carefully, Say this exactly and then flee.’You have friends in dark places’
The men moved towards Bitzer at their leader’s call and Chell began to vibrate. At first a hum in her ear, a buzzing like a whispering bee. An imagined noise made more sense in this situation, rather than the blatant display of magical ability. That was something they would discuss later, Shai could bet a miza on that. The humming turned into words suddenly, the voice was masculine and mostly apathetic but more importantly it had the lilt of Symenos that Shai so characteristically displayed. It was no mimicry on the familiar's part but instead his inability to speak anyway that Shai could not. In the end the sentence was no louder than a whisper, "You have friends in dark places." Chell the marble shot away into a shadowed crack, hiding and waiting for his partner.
But that’s not where this started for Shai…
Shai had been following from the beginning. It had been lean pickings the last few days. The Symenestra knew Zandelia had a tendency to come in contact with diverting individuals. One such soul might find himself worse for the wear a few streets after he departed from the human. She would wait as a courtesy, so they wouldn’t associate their robbery with Zandelia. Consequently the thief sat perched on a roof, in the shadow of a chimney when the men took her human friend. If Shai had been closer, understood the situation sooner, perhaps the two could have taken the thugs. It was too late by the time the epiphany dawned. The light was fading and Zandelia was being dragged away.
It was a fickle thing tailing by rooftop. Sometimes no one noticed her, because one didn’t often look to sky for tails. At the same time, any wistful thought might take eyes skyward. Still the intrepid widow jump and landed far in the wake of their route. As she did she mulled over the idea. It was no doubt she would help the woman, it had never been a doubt. What was in doubt was how far in harms way would she put herself? Zandelia as a contact was only as useful as Shai made her. Thus far since returning, she had no utilized her. She sucked on her pearly bottom lip.
It was Chell would finally gave the deciding answer, Shai, we save her. The potential is too great to pass up. She hasn’t yet found you a mark, but someday she may. That chance is enough. You work in chances don’t you spider? The forthcoming response gave Shai a moment’s pause. It was rare that Chell voluntarily spoke to her. Usually she had to instigate their dealings. In response to the underspoken confusion he replied curtly, You are rarely indecisive. It appears when you are, I find it grating
Shai tried to hug her smug amusement as she slipped into the shadow of an eave, watching the party drag her friend indoors.
Time seemed suspended in her shade. The outward activity told her nothing, she had to move closer but she rarely tried to sneak so close to detection without intention of eventually showing herself. The spider scurried back up to the rooftop She pushed her white hand down the chimney and scooped it back covered in soot. Inexpertly she smeared it across her face and neck, from bodice to hair line. Every advantage she would take, even if it meant a bath would be a hard won commodity. She scooped out more and smeared her calves and bare feet, finishign with her hands.
Her preparations included checking her lockpicks secreted in her severe hair bun and sliding her weapons into her belt. She secreted three throwing knives between her night leather, clinging to them with her cilia essentially gluing them to her flesh. Stashing her cloak at the base of the chimney, use one of its own bricks to hold it down and hide it the spider turned back to the house.
Chell curled curled beneath her armor in the form of an orb though he had constricted his size to no bigger than a large marble. A cold spot for her, an uncomfortable warmth for him. Necessity had become their collective God. She launched from her current roof to the next, adjacent to the place where Zandelia was held.
From the alley and the buildings base she watched, waiting. It was a stark moment, that churned her dinner in all the wrong ways, when the activities abruptly stopped. Had she waited too long? Was Zandelia dead? So slow she was nearly on all fours, she slide across the broken stones towards the door. With her hand she nudged the entrance and peeked inside. No eyes held the door she slid up the interior wall and on to the ceiling. No cloak let her tiny form hug the ceiling without the slightest drag.
Shai had entered just as the thoughs entered the heavy metal door.
Now there was a mess to fix and only one fixer out of chains.
Shai was feeding the Irylid instructions telepathically, to his feed back. The little marble rolled into the holding chamber’s corner. They’re here Shai, Zandelia and the Bitzer. Shackled.
What else do you see? she asked still suspended, waiting for her chance. When the thugs left she could slip behind him through the door before it shut itself again, as it had after she dropped Chell. Restrains meant time, time to free the pair. Bitzer was a surprise, she hadn’t known there was any connection between the hired sword and the knowledgeable human.
They’re being hurt. He replied.
Can you get to either one? She asked.
Rather than replying he hummed to her. Sometimes that meant he was annoyed, this time it was certainly ascent. He rolled along the floor of the room, the crystalline azure orb made its way around the room, halting whenever attention eased from the two humans. Just a little marble, Shai instructed him. He couldn’t take of her abilities, her muscle memories, but he could take her advice. Finally as Fallon’s nail pulled free the Chell rolled over to the post that held Zandelia chained. The Bitzer roared and the thugs beating Zandelia looked to their leader however momentarily. Finally the Irylid found himself by the spy’s ear.
Shai instructed very carefully, Say this exactly and then flee.’You have friends in dark places’
The men moved towards Bitzer at their leader’s call and Chell began to vibrate. At first a hum in her ear, a buzzing like a whispering bee. An imagined noise made more sense in this situation, rather than the blatant display of magical ability. That was something they would discuss later, Shai could bet a miza on that. The humming turned into words suddenly, the voice was masculine and mostly apathetic but more importantly it had the lilt of Symenos that Shai so characteristically displayed. It was no mimicry on the familiar's part but instead his inability to speak anyway that Shai could not. In the end the sentence was no louder than a whisper, "You have friends in dark places." Chell the marble shot away into a shadowed crack, hiding and waiting for his partner.
