Fancy Dinner [Kaz/Geata]
Aug 27, 2016 0:25:07 GMT -7
Post by Azoth on Aug 27, 2016 0:25:07 GMT -7
Kaz had the swiftly increasing death toll under control. She knew he had the skill to finish the jobs before the once occupants of the rooms could empty their guns, allowing her to concentrate on making sure not a single shot hit its mark. In the darkness, it was easier to take out the bullets as they were fired rather than attempt to disable guns she could not detect, held by moving hands she could not see. She would assume that the only things to hit her allies were the waves of pressure left behind by the bullets that seemed to have vanished out of thin air, enemy knives would dissolve before their swing could carry them into flesh, and her teammates could in turn assure that she would not have to keep up the act for very long.
Azoth nodded to Geata’s plan. All fronts were covered. By the time the room grew silent, the only things littered with holes were the walls and table, and the only ones directly killed by Azoth’s hand were Accardi and a second man who had tried to rush her with a blade. The second had found his lungs full of his own blood as his weapon vanished hardly a foot from its target.
A small gas lantern formed on the table, casting a warm light over the quiet dining room. The only powerless man remaining was Accardi’s son. His father had fallen, and with him his forces, and the man had witnessed it all. Azoth watched his face carefully as she stepped up onto her chair and then onto the table. Her mary janes made small ripples in the pool of blood that spilled off the table, mixed and growing from several sources. He looked like he was going for a gun in his jacket pocket, but his hand froze before it reached the hilt. He didn’t remove it from the threat, but he knew better than to attempt to pull out the weapon. He wouldn’t make it farther than the attempt.
Azoth felt a flicker of a smile. This was a job well done; cleanly, without any hitches. And, with one still alive, she could reduce the chances of something like this ever happening again.
Her face became expressionless, and her voice equally so. “Your father made a great mistake, Accardi. Your family has insulted me, my allies, and every super alive. I will not be continuing business with any of you any longer. It is by my good will that we do not kill every last one of you, after what you have done, and because I need a messenger. Someone to tell others like you not to repeat this mistake.”
An arrival at the door gave her pause. Prior reinforcements had already been taken care of by Kaz, and Geata would not lose to those who had attempted to run. This was Geata returning from elsewhere. When she cast a glance back, however, she saw he had not come alone. The woman was alive; he would not have bothered to bring her back if she was not.
“But it seems it needn’t be you.” She glanced back at the man. “Luck is not in your favor tonight. Farewell, Accardi.”
The man’s eyes grew wide and he turned to run, but Azoth was faster. With a single step closer to him, the man collapsed, clutching his chest, unable to breath. His death was swift.
Azoth turned to her two allies. “Our work here is done.” She stated simply. “We can leave Mrs. Accardi here. She will spread the necessary news without influence from us.” She hopped down from the table, leaving red stains on the fine seat of the chair. The bottom hem of her dress was dyed. She’d be needing a new one, as she always did after evenings like this.
She smiled at both of them, even if it was hidden by her scarf. “My thanks to both of you. If you should ever need my aid for anything to repay you for tonight, you have only to say the word.”
Azoth nodded to Geata’s plan. All fronts were covered. By the time the room grew silent, the only things littered with holes were the walls and table, and the only ones directly killed by Azoth’s hand were Accardi and a second man who had tried to rush her with a blade. The second had found his lungs full of his own blood as his weapon vanished hardly a foot from its target.
A small gas lantern formed on the table, casting a warm light over the quiet dining room. The only powerless man remaining was Accardi’s son. His father had fallen, and with him his forces, and the man had witnessed it all. Azoth watched his face carefully as she stepped up onto her chair and then onto the table. Her mary janes made small ripples in the pool of blood that spilled off the table, mixed and growing from several sources. He looked like he was going for a gun in his jacket pocket, but his hand froze before it reached the hilt. He didn’t remove it from the threat, but he knew better than to attempt to pull out the weapon. He wouldn’t make it farther than the attempt.
Azoth felt a flicker of a smile. This was a job well done; cleanly, without any hitches. And, with one still alive, she could reduce the chances of something like this ever happening again.
Her face became expressionless, and her voice equally so. “Your father made a great mistake, Accardi. Your family has insulted me, my allies, and every super alive. I will not be continuing business with any of you any longer. It is by my good will that we do not kill every last one of you, after what you have done, and because I need a messenger. Someone to tell others like you not to repeat this mistake.”
An arrival at the door gave her pause. Prior reinforcements had already been taken care of by Kaz, and Geata would not lose to those who had attempted to run. This was Geata returning from elsewhere. When she cast a glance back, however, she saw he had not come alone. The woman was alive; he would not have bothered to bring her back if she was not.
“But it seems it needn’t be you.” She glanced back at the man. “Luck is not in your favor tonight. Farewell, Accardi.”
The man’s eyes grew wide and he turned to run, but Azoth was faster. With a single step closer to him, the man collapsed, clutching his chest, unable to breath. His death was swift.
Azoth turned to her two allies. “Our work here is done.” She stated simply. “We can leave Mrs. Accardi here. She will spread the necessary news without influence from us.” She hopped down from the table, leaving red stains on the fine seat of the chair. The bottom hem of her dress was dyed. She’d be needing a new one, as she always did after evenings like this.
She smiled at both of them, even if it was hidden by her scarf. “My thanks to both of you. If you should ever need my aid for anything to repay you for tonight, you have only to say the word.”