Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
There was a solemness to the descend from the cliff, Persephone resigning herself to a sorrowful silence. Years of bringing this aftermath lingered heavy on the assassin's mind as a hidden pang of guilt struck her stomach, although, she refused to allow her emotions breach her countenance. The forbidden action was allowing those around her a glimpse of her inner thoughts, her occupation assisting in the smooth accomplishment of her hidden feelings. Momentarily, the nymph eyes flitted across the crowd, managing to notice the various retreating individuals who began the extensive walk towards the pale shores of Starlight Beach. The distant police sirens kept a steady pace in the nymph's step, the sound of halting cars reaching her ears as she managed to get to the foot of the path. Hastily, exercised individuals in blue RCMP uniforms hurried past, their direction being the top of the cliff.
There was a small dispatch remained on the beach, coaxing citizens away from the cliff by any means necessary. Only a brief moment was spent witnessing the sudden organization of people before the assassin turned away and continued down the beach. In the sand were her small footprints as she silently left the area, the eyes of the crowd more fixating on the police rather than the criminal who lurked among them. There was a pause as her gaze shifted towards Hector, her pace pausing for merely a moment.
"What will you be doing now?" She inquired, a mild curiosity sparking.
While Persephone preferred being alone, she could admittedly tolerate the company of another individual on occasion. Furthermore, there was the possibility of Hector being aware of some names in the situation, which were all valuable assets should she report the incident to Phoenix. An organized summary of events could earn her some popularity with the hellspawn, which could be required if her fellow assassin ever ran into that man; that mission would be hers at all costs.
Affection was always a difficult topic for Persephone to display to those around her; the woman even struggling to maintain a friendly visage when necessary. There was a foreign feel to even attempting to display those feelings, the assassin ultimately avoiding the notion at all costs. These pleasant emotions accompanied by the rapid heartbeats and flushed faces were forbidden; even friendship oftentimes being pushed away from the nymph's cold disposition. Feelings were useless tools, solely designed to inflict immense amounts of pain on their victim; proven by the abrupt loss of her precious father. The wonderful man who supported her, allowed her to cry when necessary and raised her best he could despite the dangers of their occupation. They were the survivors of the Rose family, attempting to mend themselves and bring forth the power within their surname; to have people quivering in fear from the name of a pleasant flower. However, the sudden loss of her closest ally and family member still left a bile and the requirement to paint fields red with the blood of their enemies.
The path Persephone wandered down was paved with an intense need for revenge; the hell species that murdered her family would pay! They would face brutal wounds from her ability to manipulate holy water. While she adored Kayla, the assassin believed the mesmerizing woman deserved a quieter life; one where she would not fret over the possibility of her lover dying or returning bloody from battle. Somewhere, there had to be somebody who could display an intense affection and allow for Kayla to truly feel loved. There would be an individual capable of sweeping the beautiful girl off her feet and whisk her away from the nightmares of being a "hostage" to the murderers of her beloved parents. At least, Persephone hoped for Kayla's sake considering the young nephilim appeared somewhat dependent on her. There were numerous incidents where her crush managed to get lost because Persephone allowed her eyes to stray for merely a moment; sometimes the nymph thought getting lost was an additional superpower for Kayla!
The saddened expression on Kayla's face brought an aching feeling to Persephone's heart; she hated upsetting her crush. Witnessing the sorrow in her countenance was heartbreaking alongside the frightful possibility of her displeasing the nephilim to points of the house getting struck by lightning... These moments were when the assassin wished she could lower her guard, possibly wrap her arms around the sweet girl and apologize for her cold demeanour, but she refused to grant herself the moment. Instead, she discovered the joyful vision of Kayla puffing her cheeks up in disapproval of the remark she made. Once Persephone arrived in the bedroom, she slid beneath the comfort of suitable blankets for a warm summer evening. The nymph stretched, yawning until she was disrupted by the sudden bounce as Kayla launched into the air, partially landing on her.
There could hardly be a complaint uttered, the cold woman wishing she could have merely shrugged off the moment with a lighthearted laugh for the benefit of her crush. Immediately, the snuggling began, Persephone reaching for grab the drawcord of the lamp to banish luminescence from the room. In complete silence, the assassin accepted her "punishment" for upsetting Kayla to an extreme. The nymph began closing her eyes, expecting another blissful night of peaceful rest, until they snapped open to the sweet words of that question. A slight blush touched Persephone's cheeks from the unexpected question, the woman wishing she could confess her feelings for Kayla. There was a pause, the assassin finding it difficult to find the words to state in hopes of satisfying the nephilim and not bringing her too close.
"Well... umm," she fumbled. "I mean, I... uh... love the things you do for me?"
She answered awkwardly, a questioning tone touching her voice accidentally; why did Kayla have to ask this question?! Bashfully, the assassin glanced away in preparation for the possible punishment she would receive for her pathetic fumbling to answer the inquiry.
Exiting the warm air of the washroom was followed by a stretch from Persephone as she attempted to stifle a yawn from exhaustion. Slowly, her hand moved towards her mouth, covering it as she held back any displays of her weariness. Cold rushed through the hallway, embracing her and resulting in the pebbling of her skin. Their home oftentimes became cool during the evenings, the water from the showing only increasing the likelihood of Persephone getting cold. A small shiver crossed the woman as she closed her eyes for a moment, only opening them when she heard the words of her loyal healer. There was a curious expression that crossed the nymph's face as she raised an eyebrow at the particular question that Kayla provided; questions like this was foreign to the water nymph, yet, sensible.
While she held intense feelings of love for the incredible girl willing to dedicate herself entirely to her, Persephone forbade herself to display mutual affection. There was silence as the water nymph's grey eyes crawled across the attractive form of Kayla, the adorable position her crush chose causing her heart to flutter madly. The long aqua hair that cascaded down from her head, her defined features that created an overall slender appeal alongside those beautiful bright eyes. Beneath those sublime looks was a sweet and caring personality that easily made Persephone's heart palpitate in enjoyment from merely witnessing it. Nobody else compared to the divine Kayla, thus the water nymph always found immense difficulty in keeping her eyes or thoughts from wandering. Unfortunately, she remained adamant in the belief that Kayla deserved somebody better than herself, however, Persephone always wondered if she could accept the verdict.
The loyalty the nephilim displayed towards her resulted in limited experience in Persephone witnessing Kayla flirt with a different woman. The thought already made the nymph blood boil, resulting in an intense concern towards harming another individual publicly from built-up jealousy; letting her go would be difficult. A few more moments were spent staring at her crush, a pensive countenance on the nymph's face before she sighed. There was definitely no harm in keeping a healer around, that being her excused to grant herself permission to treat her crush kindly; or at least somewhat.
"What gave you that idea? If I found you annoying, I would have kicked you out months ago. Now stop moping, you wanted cuddles," Persephone answered. "Unless I should cuddle my pillow instead."
The water nymph turned to slowly walk towards her bedroom, her finger touching her lip while she teased Kayla with the concept of snuggling her pillow instead of cuddling her. Gradually, Persephone closed the distance between herself and her bedroom, the wooden floor beneath her feet only resulting in the chill continuing. Negotiating cuddles with Kayla always became a positive near the end of the evening, especially when she became cold inside their old home. Throughout the evening they could share heat while cuddling beneath the warm covers for a peaceful evening; unless police activity began going wild. The sirens of police cruisers always made sleeping immensely difficult. The door was opened, Persephone crossing the threshold and entering the carpeted bedroom. Across the walls were numerous pictures of the travels with her father, even Kayla's presence being available in a few when she joined their venture.
The remainder of the room was dull, the only pieces of furniture being her bed, a small TV, a pair of bedside tables and a dresser; decorations were almost nonexistent besides the photographs. The water nymph reached her bed, pulling the covers down to enter the warmth of her bed.
There was the song of sobbing as Persephone stood, grey eyes fixating on the unfortunate crowd. While there were merely a chosen few with years trailing down their cheeks, horrified expressions marked the faces of the remaining citizens. There were murmurs throughout the crowd, some immediately presuming interferance from the Assembly of Phantoms solely from their disgraceful name among the general populace of Lorsette. Within the throng of people. there were individuals who argued otherwise, stating it to merely be because of the rampant crime rate that the city received. A soft sigh escaped the nymph's lips, her eyes promptly turned away from the crowd as she carefully walked towards the edge of the cliff, gazing down towards the water where the bloody body surfed over the waves, the blood polluting the water.
There were a few moments where Persephone silently observed the body, curious about the crime that occurred on the cliff. When she heard Hector spoke, her grey eyes flitted towards him as he stated his sympathies. After a few moments, she took a few steps away from the cliff, attention momentarily fixating on the shifter before gazing at the crowd.
"Everybody cries. Relating is bound to occur given the conditions of earth itself," she mumbled half-heartedly.
Secretly, the nymph could easily sympathize with those who lamented over the unfortunate death of their beloved friend or family member. The loss of her father two years ago had transformed her into this cold shell of her former self, reaching length to deny herself the endless affection of her beloved Kayla; the woman always displayed immense care. There was a silent prayer that the loss would not result in similar circumstances as her; the endless search for her father's murderers was somewhat an obsession.
"Naturally, or a crazed lunatic required blood," she responded neutrally.
Care never breached the woman's words as she continued to stare towards the crowd, watching them disperse back towards the beach as sirens echoed in the distance. When the police arrived, the situation would be taken care of and the citizens called back from the cliff side.
"We should leave," Persephone stated.
While the police remained unaware of the illegal actions, there was always a mild tensity that arrived with the presence of law enforcement for the assassin. The feelings she held towards them remained hidden by the chillingly cold demeanor, the woman already walking towards the dirt path to take her leave.
Hesitant steps were taken backwards as Persephone continued accelerated the melting of portions of the bridge. Water dribbled from the bridge, the pillars easily supporting the remainder of the bridge. The breathing was soft as the water nymph focused on detaching their bridge while slowly continuing her way across. Should she fall from the heights, the assassin knew she could raise herself with her manipulating skills. The backpedalling was slow paced, the water nymph smoothly deteriorating the bridge, only leaving thick pillars jutting from the watery depths of the ocean. The cold surface continued chilling her feet, generating a slight stinging sensation from her withdrawn stay on the bridge. They were nearly halfway across the bridge of ice, numerous individual's managing to notice the incredible presence of their travelling construct. There was wonder captured in their eyes as they stared with awe at the spectacle occurring on the cliffside.
When the joke-ish comment arrived, Persephone favoured it with an eye roll; she was not intending for rudeness, but focusing was necessary to continue the gradual melting without risking a severe fall. The gradual retreat across the bridge was eventually greeted with the crunch of sand beneath the water nymph's feet and the vanishing of cold. A grin crosses Persephone's face for only a moment, her thoughts returning to the icy pillars as the remainder of the bridge itself melted, leaving the supports. The focus returned to her face as she drew in a breath, closed her eyes and released it slowly. Once the hair escaped her mouth, her eyes opened and further manipulation began. Only sections of the pillars were melted, de-stabilizing them so large chunks of ice crumbled down. The splashes created were large, misty droplets managing to reach the height of the cliffside, but nothing life-threatening to the area.
Once the job was completed, the woman turned to face Hector, a nod acting as her confirmation towards their arrival. Cautiously, Persephone continued forward, her steel eyes noticing the frightened and disgusted faces and nose managing to detect the familiar smell of blood. The entire area proved to be the scene of the murder, the terrified faces accompanied by sobbing from lost loved ones was all around. The nymph remained indifferent since it all reminded her why she never returned to the scene of a crime; the emotions were always intense after all.
[ XD Why can I see them having these moments a lot? Cause Percy somewhat enjoys heights. ]
The intense latching to her waist made Persephone uncomfortable as she continued to squirm in Kayla's unwanted embrace; well, somewhat unwanted. There were moments were hugs from her crush was desired before the realization dawned about how little she deserved the pleasant treatment. The affectionate attitude of her healer was unwarranted from how the nymph failed to provide an excellent life. They did live in the pathetic outskirts of the city in a small house with rundown sections from neglecting the various repairs. Crime was high and difficult to avoid, Persephone's assassin alignment assisting in limiting the rift-raft that bothered their home. The nephilim who gleefully devoted herself to her deserved a better place to call home; deserved somebody who could truly provide her with optimal care instead of an assassin from a family lost to time.
Despite the adorable nature of Kayla's nuzzling resulted in a slight pause to the struggle until Persephone shook her head and continued. Allowing the healer to witness hints of softness suggested the possibility that she was caving into the affectionate behaviour. If anything, Kayla needed to search for somebody who could appreciate her more than the cold nymph. She never provided love in return of the immense attention her healer provided on a daily basis. The compromise was created, Persephone relieved when the waterfall of tears finally ceased pouring from the blue-haired girl's eyes. The crying stopped suddenly, which was a usual spectacle that the nymph witnessed whenever she managed to upset her healer. Promising cuddles could always result in a hasty recovery from any despair that Kayla felt, or at least from Persephone was aware of so far. Finally, the assassins hips were released from the vice grip of her adorable crush.
Hastily, Kayla exited to begin the shower, Persephone sighing as she relaxed in the kitchen chair. During the woman's absence, the nymph acquired to moment to relax after the exhaustion of the mission. She remained slumped in the chair, smelling the disgusting scent of blood mingling with sweat from the challenging brawl between herself and the target. There was a chance that anybody who managed to capture a glimpse of her clothing could guess the event of her evening. After a few minutes, she could hear the voice of Kayla, the woman's grey eyes flitting towards her crush. There was a large grin stretching across her face, making it obvious that the compromise made the nephilim content; it was better than the house being struck by lightning again!
"Thank-you," she mumbled briefly.
Shortly, she rose from the chair to pass Kayla and weave through the house to the washroom. Once she entered, the door was closed behind her and promptly locked to avoid peaking. The sound of water forcefully hitting the walls of the shower were soothing, Persephone pausing to breath for a moment. Everything was prepared, the towel, clothes and steamy water to wash her filthy body. Once peace settled in the woman, she stripped off her dirty clothing, entering the shower to scrub off the dirt and blood caked onto her flesh. The short locks of hair were washed, grim falling from the messy tendrils. There were another few moments spent allowing the water from the shower to massage her back before Persephone finally exited. The towel was grabbed, her body dried before tugging on the clothing to cover her form. A brush was taken through her hair, hastily tidying it before the nymph focus.
The water absorbed into the hair from the shower was gathering, Persephone smoothly manipulating it towards the sink to head down the drain. Once satisfied, the assassin exited the washroom completely cleansed from the night's excursion and prepared for bed. Her night attire consisted of a pair of short shorts and a tank top to avoid overheating during the night; especially since Kayla would likely be cuddling her prior to bed.
While trapped within the nephilim's arms, Persephone squirmed from instinct from the close proximity. Tears were liked waterfalls from Kayla's eyes as the nymph witnessed her innocent crush soak her divine face. These moments of extreme upset were frequent, the petite woman always finding difficulty discovering a way to escape the clutches of her clingy healer. Overreacting was something that appeared to come naturally to Kayla, Persephone recalling numerous instances where the woman displayed this behavior. The assassin swore her medic would overreact even over a meagre papercut; these were mere wounds! Every evening following a mission she received healing, thus the damaged sustained should be of little importantance considering they were always mended! As long as her injuries disappeared by the evening, then Persephone could not understand the root of the problem.
Meeting her grave amidst the battlefield was downright impossible, her skills allowing for her steady persistence through missions. There were further matters pertaining to her sworn enemy, the demon who murdered her father and deserved to feel the razor sharp end of her daggers slicing his skin alongside the burning sensation of holy water against his sinful flesh. Tear stains were becoming evident on the drab clothing which resulted in further squirming from Persephone. While her work garmets would never reach pristine condition, they could at least maintain some definition of professionalism. The yelling accompanied by the squeezing resulted in Persephone flinching, the assassin already aware that escape was becoming unlikely. Unfortunately, her excuse for release failed, Kayla, insisting towards the notion of showering together. There were the slightest hints of red across Persephone's filthy cheeks, the water nymph secretly fancying the concept of observing Kayla's naked form within the confines of a shower.
The notion was shoved away, the assassin forbidding herself from libidinous thoughts when it arrived to her healer; Kayla could definitely do better than some heathen like herself. Despite her complete resentment towards attempting to earn the nephilim's heart, Persephone was already aware that compromise was the only chance at escape.
"Let me go shower alone and you can cuddle me all you want when I come out, okay? But if I don't go now, I will smell heavily of filth for a week," she stated.
A gentle sighed escaped her lips at the necessity to negotiate with her healer, especially considering she wanted Kayla to find somebody truthfully deserving of her affectionate gaze. While the young woman had a vibrant beauty, the nymph remained wary of how worthy she was to somebody incredible as her loving crush.
The freshly created bridge was a shimmering glory of ice stretching across the curved gap of the cliffside. Carefully, Persephone flitted her eyes between her impressive creation and Hector, a gleam of pride entering her steel coloured eyes. The preparation of the bridge harolded their perilous venture across the pebbled ice. The nymph stepped aside, allowing Hector access to her creation, watching his careful steps onto bridge. After the man slowly inched further onto the icy pathway, Persephone smoothly stepped onto the pebbled surface. Cold radiated from the surface, breaching her water shoes and chilling her feet. The woman glanced towards the bystanders, a portion staring at her and pointing towards the bridge, curiosity touching their expression. Slowly, the nymph took a few small steps backwards, hearing Hector inquiry as she ventured further on the bridge.
"Melting it," Persephone responded briefly.
Without hesitation, the water nymph began focusing, the ice deteriorating from the sudden implication of water manipulation forcing for rapid melting. Hastily, the bridge was disconnected from the starting point, forcing it to rely on the large, ice pillars that reached up from the depths of the ocean. Momentarily, Persephone spared a glance behind her while continuing to step backwards and melt the bridge. As the pair inched across the icy structure, the bridge shrinking as they proceeded across the ice bridge.
[ No worries~! c: I don't mind shorter ones and besides, I can be slow on replies too~! ]
The sensation of her wounds closing together was something Persephone had adjusted to after years of magical healing methods. There was silence as the water nymph allowed the restoration of her pale flesh; she would never be daring enough to struggle against Kayla's healing. There was no purpose to maintaining injuries, thus the quiet was kept to allow the nephilim to focus on the mending of her wounds. Gradually, colour returned to Persephone's face, her breathing regulating as her body relaxed from the shock of injury and exhaustion. The wounded sections stitched together flawlessly, only leaving the redue of dried blood, dirt and the putrid smell of sweat clinging to the young woman. Everything focused, her steel coloured eyes glancing around the kitchen to provide a proper survey before returning to Kayla who completed the process of healing.
Slowly, her eyes returned to Kayla, lingering to stare at the nephilim's gentle face. The woman's flawless skin as tears rolled over her cheeks as her brilliant blue hair was released from the bun. It reached towards her waist in beautiful tendrils of blue, the subtle movements maintaining the nymph's attention. She was absolutely breathtaking, probably one of the most sublime individuals she ever became an acquaintance with. If only she deserved the nephilim's affectionate gaze that she provided daily. The innocent benevolence of her incredible love, the thing Persephone rejected from the crimes she performed against this woman who devoted herself to the murderous assassin. Perhaps a day would arrive where she would find an improvement; a person actually deserving of her affection. Her eyes lingered on Kayla, watching as she wiped away the tears, cheeks puffing out as she began sniffling and stating getting hurt was illegal.
"Impossible," Persephone mumbled briefly. "I never said I would die."
Suddenly, Kayla's arms latched to her waist, causing the nymph to jolt in surprise at the action. The sobbing began on queue, the nephilim nuzzling her stomach while she performed her renown overreaction towards meagre injuries. There were always worse cases, like being immobilized by wounds. Fortunately, she had managed to gather herself and perform an escape from the scene and furthermore the wounds were not cursed; nasty things that made magical healing impossible. There was also the fact that remained alive, which to Persephone was proof of her lacking in recklessness. The nymph began struggling slightly against the nephilim's grip, the warm raining of shower water being desired considering her filthy condition.
"Kayla! Let go! I'm sweaty, gross and want to shower!" Persephone shouted while she squirmed.
Despite years of being around Kayla, Persephone always remained reckless towards the possibility of the nephilim growing more upset. There was a single thought that continued this process of ignorance, which was the nymph's believe or not deserving this endless affection, thus she needed to be released.
The pain was intense as Persephone remained slumped in the wooden, kitchen chair. It flared in her side from the slightest movements of her torso, the water inflincting its own torment as the wound was cleansed; infections would not assist her. The grime was removed slowly, the liquid transforming into a sickening red tinge as dirt accompanied blood. The woman's grey eyes fixated on the horrendous wound that maimed her side, noticing the bright red colouring against her pale flesh. Gradually, blood oozed before being swept away from the torrent of water she manipulated smoothly. A flinch crossed her face, Persephone moving the water towards the sink; the filthy liquid would no longer assist her when it arrived to this hienous injury. The familiar's frightening claws had managed to do quite the number on her, the creature's superior speed furthering the damage with swift hits.
The aftermath of the battle arrived suddenly, the pain remaining intense as Persephone noticed the scents of blood and sweat; an ugly smell. Muscles felt numbed, remembering the labours of a hard-fought battle and pleading for the reward of relaxation. Everything began to simultaneously ache, condensing around her injuries, increasing the horrible pain that she endured at the moment. The nymph's shoulder's drooped, making the exhaustion immensely obvious to anybody who viewed her. There was a masked expression on her countenance, Persephone attempting to resist the grimace that desired to permanently touch her features. Breathing was shallower than average, the assassin's wounds creating the irregular reaction in her respiratory. The short woman's physical condition remained on the decline, the few moments of waiting proving to be agonizing. Seconds passed, her grey eyes continuing to absently stare towards her injury, concerns crossing her mind.
Her entrancement broke when suddenly there was a familiar voice shouting through the air. Drunkenly, Persephone's gaze lazily drifted towards Kayla, noticing the beautiful woman's entrance. Despite the pain from her wounds, the nymph easily noticed the nephilim's beauty. The long blue haired that cascaded down from her head in sublime tendrils, reaching down to her waist. There was a magnificence to her figure, the woman's movements capturing Persephone's attention. When the rag was pressed against her wound, the nymph flinched from pain, eyes focusing on Kayla as pain sparked through her body. There was concern written across the nephilim's face, a faint pang of guilt entering the short woman's mind. When directed to apply pressure, Persephone obeyed, thoroughly aware of Kayla's superior medical knowledge. There was a pain the accompanied the pressure, acute, but possessing worth should it allow her to avoid death for another day.
There was a green tinge that radiated from Kayla's hands, promptly gaining the assassin's attention as she witnessed the progression of the magic. It cloaked her wounds, the flesh mending together as magic began speeding the healing process, displaying a superiority towards magical means of mending. A strange feeling arrived with skin knitting itself back together over the course of a few seconds, generating a sensation the nymph had grown familiar to. There was a slight tickling from it, the hasty knitting making Persephone twitch from the feeling. Pain numbed, gradually ebbing away as the injuries healed and infection was eliminated from the green light that enveloped the wounds. Once the healing process was completed, the nymph's attention awakened as she slowly straightened her posture from her slumped position. The inquiry towards what occurred earned Persephone's attention as her eyes flitted back towards Kayla.
Tears had grown in the woman's eyes, becoming plump before rolling down her flawless cheeks. The trails glittered in the faint kitchen light, the mere sight increasing the guilt Persephone harboured. Initially, it began with the brutal murdering of Kayla's parents, a deception of them travelling being provided by her own father. Gradually, the guilty emotions grew into a monster that threatened to consume the assassin as days passed. Long nights spent fighting fearsome opponents only to return with wounds later into the evening, ultimately worrying the adorable girl who gleefully dedicated herself as a medic. How could she possible deserve somebody of intense beauty inside and out after the crimes committed against her?
"He was tougher than expected," the nymph mumbled.
Providing context around the individual who harmed her was unneccessary, the familiar another victim to assassination at the hands of the water nymph. For a few moments, Persephone stared as sorrow grabbed hold of Kayla until glancing away. Witnessing the development of sadness was enough to make the cold assassin's heart ache.
Work was perpetually difficult for Persephone, especially when the target possessed some definition of skill when it arrived to the art of combat. The situation transformed into a particularly aggravating one after discovering the heightened senses of her familiar target detecting her with a frightening ease. Arriving on scene resulted in a battle occurring, the nymph displaying her intense skill over water manipulation. Ice barricades alongside shields accompanied by a brutal offense had proved Persephone superior to the familiar, although, wounds were gained in the altercation. A gash reached across her forehead, blood dribbling down from the open injury, forcing the petite woman to wipe the blood away with the back of her hand. Red smeared across the pale surface of hand, hiding the dirt that covered her calloused hands. There was deep cut across her left shoulder, travelling down in a diagonal line.
The clothing around the wound was damp with blood, making a dark stain around the rip through the cloak. On the woman's right side remained the most heinous injury, displayed in a slash towards her side. Deep, and gushing with precious red liquid hidden beneath a layer of ugly grime. Silently, Persephone crouched over the deceased body, breathing deeply as she reached for the fringe of her cloak, steadily slashing her dagger through the material. A long strip was created, the woman standing to her full 5' height before wrapping it around her waist to cover the wound to her side. Clearing away the filth could be a steady effort once she returned to the precious safety of her home. The pain was evident, her body aching from the nasty injuries and the assortment of ugly, black bruises. Time was limited, people bound to enter the room shortly after the intense brawl quieted down; their fear kept them away.
Hastily, the dagger was sheathed as the woman turned towards the window. Despite her injured, she rushed towards the window and smoothly jumped across to the opposing balcony. An intense pain sparked when Persephone leaped across the gap, slowly pulling herself up with several grunts of effort. She steadied herself, jumping upwards to narrowly grab hold of the roof edge as she slowly pulled herself upwards. There was a pause as she breathed for a few moments, managing to steady herself on her feet. The nymphs eyes narrowed as she suddenly moved forward in surprising soft footsteps. Speedily, she jumped the gaps between the dilapidated buildings of the outskirts, ignoring the rising pains in her body. Weariness made its presence, pleading for the assassin to cease the reckless running across the rooftops.
Unfortunately, the woman remained stubborn and continued her expedition across the rooves. Ducking into the buildings then escaping was easier to Persephone; mundane entrances suggested the possibility of ambush. These extensive trecks across the tiles tops allowed for sudden abandonment of the initial path with the assistance of her water manipulation. The height advantaged allowed the woman to get an entire view of the situation, although, the evening was thankfully quiet despite her murder. The target was executed inside of a section of Lorsette that cared little for criminal activity, making escape easy. Some distance was creating, Persephone slowing her escape to slide down an easily accessible ladder onto the asphalt. Her home was growing closer, resulting in the necessity to completely disappear from the radar to enter the building she lived inside of. The shadows remained her ally as she weaved through the tight alleyways, holding the edges of her cloak close.
The night air did not perturb the nymph, but rather she desired to keep the nasty injury to her side hidden. A dark splotch had formed around the injury, the sudden exercise resulting in the bleeding strengthening. The grey eyes of the short female wandered around the alleyway, surveying the area. Once pleased with the surroundings, she quietly slipped through the back door, locking it behind her. She entered the kitchen, her eyes analyzing the familiar surroundings. When morning arrived, she would provide a report for the Hellspawn on the completion of the mission; Phoenix could hopefully appreciate that.
"Kayla?" Persephone called with a slight tremble to her voice.
The pain of her injuries was rising, resulting in the short woman slumping into the nearest chair at the small table occupying the corner of the kitchen. Slowly, the nymph's fingers began working towards unravelling the temporary bandage, revealing the horrifying condition of her side. Witnessing the state of the wound caused Persephone to flinch as she flicked open the container secured to her waist. Water flowed, the woman manipulating it towards her damage side to begin the cleaning process.
The remaining individuals continued pushing and moving, making the giant mass of people wreathe. Despite the crowding, Persephone managed to steady her platforms of ice, balancing them on the long water tendrils that spiralled from the sea. The occasional person glanced towards her in confusion, but the water nymph continued her meticulous task. There was no attention given towards the possibility that Hector may have failed to notice her since focus was required on the complex project involving both water and ice. While she possessed a mastery in water manipulation, she always found steam and ice to be difficult for manipulation purposes. The water stretched across the gap, the nymph bringing several other long tendrils up, ultimately making the situation more taxing as she continued working towards her primary goal. Behind her, she could hear somebody speaking, but she ignored the words to complete her task.
A deep inhale followed by an extensive release of breath, the nymph's eyes closing as she lowered the temperature of her water-based structure; down to the shallow's floor. There were noises that reverberated through the air as the water transformed into a solid component, ice. When her eyes opened, a thin smile touched the woman's lips as she stared across the shiny surface of the ice, the bridge stretching around, an alternative route to the top of the cliff. Afterwards, she noticed Hector who she presumed was ignored during her bridge building.
"Now we can go, ice is easier to walk across," Persephone stated. "You first. Be careful, the ice is fresh and a bit slippery. I pebbled it a little bit."
Across the ice's surface were tiny bumps created to assist in journeying across the gap. Quietly, the nymph waited for Hector to start moving with plans of melting the bridge behind them. While the bridge was sturdy, Persephone wanted to avoid overcrowding considering a single fall could be a horrible demise.
The intense amount of training accomplished from her occupation allowed for Persephone to catch up to Hector. While she preferred not being involved, the hellspawn (Phoenix), needed his information to provide jobs and allow her payment. They headed towards the cliffside, various other curious individuals joining the fray and making the run a mass of people. Elbows poked at her, the assassin gracefully dodging any damaging hits with a few fluent sidesteps or slight ducks and weaving. She continued forward, enjoying the "competition" of reaching the cliff's top before the other runners. The woman continued moving through, her superior training allowing her to flow through the crowd with little incident. Although, as a threshold was crossed and the path thinned, Persephone found herself being excluded from the primary group. The woman flinched, her gaze diverting when she heard her nickname enter the air.
Hastily, the nymph glanced around and noticed her faithful ally, water. For a moment, her eyes lingered on the moving waves while the gears within her head turned and generated a plan. She jumped, waving her hands to get Hector's attention; it was his idea to journey up the cliff after all. The short woman could already imagine her short stature making her difficult to see.
"Over here! Come to me!" She attempted to shout over the crowd's voices.
There was no double checking to make certain that Hector had noticed as the water nymph began focusing. Her eyes fixating on the water, one of her slender hand reaching out and beckoning forth a long tendril of water that carefully touched the cliff edge. The short woman's hands splayed, hovering above the water and lowering the surface temperature to create a thick, icy base. Slowly, she stepped onto the water spout, using her powers of water manipulation to balance herself on top of the platform as she waited for Hector. Taking the main path would take forever, but creating a water expressway could bring them there within moments and even place them at the front of the crowd.
[ Yes! All the chaos that these two have to find a way through! ]
Silently, Persephone watched as the man walked towards the various small stalls that lined the border of Starlight Beach. There was bound to be an assortment of delightful scents and delicious foods, but the nymph remained where she was. Declining offers of food was an instinctive response because of her illicit occupation. After witnessing horrible deaths at the hands of poison, Persephone found herself hesitant to take food from strangers. While her travels had been filled with restaurants and various eateries, there was always a definitive need to analyze the meal before consumption. Meanwhile, moments, where strangers offered to get her food, were completely refused because of the possible lurking of an enemy; it was a precaution the short girl fulfilled constantly. For a few more moments, Persephone's eyes lingered in the direction of the stalls before turning back towards the beach.
The waves rhythmically pelted the shoreline, flattening the sand and bringing an odd sensation of tranquillity. The assassin's eyes glanced around while she took a step closer to the waves, feeling them lap over her feet. Despite the water shoes, she could feel the marvellous cooling powers of the ocean as the water seeped through. The woman's gaze remained fixated on the horizon as she listened to the ocean, attempting to ignore the voices around her. When the man returned, Persephone managed to notice the faint sounds of footfalls in the sand. There was a second offering of food, the assassin lifting her brow towards the persistence; perhaps more malicious intentions?
"No thank-you," she declined politely.
A shrill scream entered the air, immediately earning Persephone's attention as her gaze turned towards the cliffs. The faint sounds of splashing alongside the cacophony of screams made the assassin's gaze linger. Memories poured into her the mind of her numerous missions, all successfully accomplished, but sometimes ending in screams. Based on the noises, the nymph presumed a murdering or, possibly, somebody slipped off the cliff side. A nod remained Persephone's answer towards Hector's question, although, notes of surprise touched her face over the concept of surveying the situation. There was only a moment of hesitation before Persephone followed; this could be excellent information for Phoenix. She followed hastily, the excellent physical condition of her body allowing for her to run speedily after Hector.
Understanding the kindness of this mysterious man was beyond Persephone, especially since she had grown use to the cruelness of the world. Her personal experiences caused her to immediately label Hector as too kind for his own good despite her information being limited. While he remained unbeknownst to her criminal ties, it did not change the immense kindness that he was displaying towards a stranger. There was a moment of thought for the nymph as she wondered if perhaps he pitied her or thought she was suicidal. The intense training regiment that the assassin participated was bound to display an air of recklessness in her decisions. Complaining about his company remained difficult with the ceasing of the questions, allowing the young woman to maintain privacy which was easily appreciated.
Another glance was given towards the cliff, the female criminal noticing the group of people taking selfies near the cliff edge. The area around the cliff was being crowded as time drifted by, making the location an undesirable training ground until the numerous individuals cleared out. There were mental notes taken by Persephone, reminding herself to perhaps pick an earlier or later time to train her instincts. When Hector made her an offer, the nymph's eyes glanced towards him with a curious glimmer as she lifted a brow. This sudden kindness was unfamiliar to Persephone, especially after snapping at another individual. While she remained hesitant to accept his invitation for being bought food, the woman decided to at least indulge him with attention until he grew bored.
"No thank-you," she responded politely. "You may buy what you like, but I already ate plenty this morning."
There were mildly flirtatious tones to being offered food from a stranger, although, Persephone was not completely aware of his intentions. There was a need to defend herself from possible intimate advances though, especially since she never found the male gender to be attractive. Naturally, there was a chance Hector was merely being polite, thus, she maintained a politeness in case the man's intentions were truly innocent. Giving him the benefit of the doubt was the least she could do considering the unwarranted kindness he was providing.
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