Apologies are for the Weak Aug 8, 2017 22:22:51 GMT -6
Post by Kaelis Krishna on Aug 8, 2017 22:22:51 GMT -6
This was normal right? Just sitting here with his hands folded neatly in his lap, while his master scrounged up another job from the bulletin boards or the bartender, or anyone really. It wasn't exactly like work was scarce, and they certainly didn't need to actually come to the hotel for any reason, but they often did regardless. It wasn't like it took a genius to see that his master had some weird thing for one of the hotel's concierges. But it wasn't like that was really any of his business. Nothing was really his business, so long as his master was kept alive and stronger than everyone else. Part of him knew that he really got the short end of that stick. But he couldn't do anything about it. So here he sat, just waiting for the cues. Waiting to use up what little magic he had. Gods.. How he hated it.
"Hey there! Can I getcha something to drink?" Shit. He wasn't supposed to talk to anyone. Hell, he wasn't usually supposed to be seen by others. But... The waitress's scent was something.. Familiar. Cautiously he glanced up, just a small glance, only moving his eyes, and nothing else. Dark hair, reddish eyes.. Djinn. Had to be. But why was one here? And why approaching him? Did she know who he was? He shook his head a bit and tightened the grip of his hands together. He could feel his master's gaze on his now. But still, he remained there with is head down. "Funny. I brought you a water anyways. You've been all alone over here for quite awhile. Well, if ya need anything, just gimme a holler, k?" She smiled and set the glass down before wandering off.
For awhile he sat there, not looking up from his lap, being the obedient little dog he was taught to be. But eventually, he looked up towards the glass. Just a look. No. He wasn't that stupid. He knew that he had a target on his back with his own people. Being that it was his kind that brought him the drink, he had no doubt that it was probably poisoned. Sure, he could have checked, but that required using magic, and any magic that he used that wasn't for his master was punishable. Still. It itched at his mind. Was it poisoned? Had they still not given up on him? Screw it.
Kaelis leaned forward just slightly, blowing over the top of the glass, watching the clear liquid as small green specks slowly started to appear and swirl around until the whole of the water was replaced by the dark green liquid. Indeed. It was poisoned. And now he knew that she knew. There was no way that he could let her escape here, but the rules of this place forbid him from doing anything about it. So instead, he slid the liquid across the table and just let it sit there until she approached him again. Which she did, taking the glass and dumping it on him. Gods it burned. It ate right through his shirt and irritated his skin enough for the markings to start appearing. But that didn't matter much as he stood, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her back against the table. He couldn't kill her here. But he could use just enough magic to kill her the second she stepped outside. He knew he would get in trouble for this, but at the same time, he didn't particularly care.
To everyone else, it just looked like a normal confrontation. A few guns got pointed in their direction, but it lasted only moments, and soon she was up and storming off, and he was settling back into his seat with his hands folded in his lap and his head down just as it had been before it all. Of course he was injured, but he didn't really seem to mind, just moving a bit of his cloak to cover himself.
After a few moments, his master and another gentleman approached the table, the one that obviously worked here apologizing on his employee's behalf and mentioning something about their room being free for the inconvenience. Well, that was certainly nice of him. But Kaelis could barely pay attention. He was definitely fading fast now. How much longer would they stay here?
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