(Untitled)

[medea_players]

Vashti taps patiently on the keypad, trying not to let the worry seep through. So far she has seen two others dead on the security footage, although some sections are offline. Backtracking what sections she can see only brought more problems

Comments

[woven_threads]

The curtains billow slightly. The moon's light is hidden by the trees.

There is no breeze.

[medea_players]

She stops the cycle of images when she sees Lord Ishamael arrive to rescue Lady Shelley - yes, in a still image, it is easier to see the assailants. At least that went without a hitch, she cannot imagine his reaction had the girl been killed.

Inwardly she shudders. The memory of Luzah's death tends to do that.

[woven_threads]

Footsteps make little sound.

The acrid smell of mildew is barely perceptible.

Light gleams off of the blade of a knife.

[medea_players]

And light doesn't have an attention to be deflected, so when it hits the screen in front of her, Vashti throws herself sideways and away in instincts born of years in the cut-throat service to the Shadow.

A long thin blade drawn from under the desk slashes out defensively in the direction she had seen the light, never mind that she can't quite-

[woven_threads]

A sick, wet sound and then a spray of hot blood.

A cascade of entrails spilled across the floor like water dumped from a bucket.

A moment later, the sound of a body hitting the floor.

The knife reverberated on the hard stones.

[medea_players]

Vashti spins to face outward into the room, grabbing the handle with her other hand as well, and staring grimly into the space above the body.

If there are more, she will not walk right into one.

[always_a_liar]

Ishamael and Shelley stepped into the doorway hand in hand. His eyes widened at the bloody mess on the floor and Vashti standing with a knife. That was... unexpected.

"...Fucking atzeil zadon maeremot..."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley takes one look, and wishes she hadn't, eyes shutting tightly. She tries not to breathe in.

"More of them, then. W-wonderful."

[always_a_liar]

Ishamael glanced over at Shelley and nodded to her. He would get them out of here soon enough. One last thing to check.

"We will not be here much longer, Lady Shelley. Vashti, have you confirmed the death of Tal Iporis?"

[medea_players]

Vashti nods once, lowering the blade. It does not do to hold a threatening position against your employer. Particularly hers.

"Dead several times over, it seems. They were... thorough."

[always_a_liar]

A small frown from Ishamael. He had suspected that was the case, and it was unfortunate. He would not be an easy servant to replace.

"Very well. We have no reason to stay here, then."

His hand squeezed Shelley's gently and all three of them vanished as the air shimmered.