Ash Redfern could say that he was scared utterly shitless and he would have been telling the absolute truth, and he was worried. Most people he admitted would be worried by the fact of going into a house where according to their source there was a homicidal witch woman, but to go in with only the instructions 'look after the children' well that was just a tad open plan. But that wasn't his major worry, his major worry was Lynx. She was, not herself in the most elemental fashion she had seemed slightly preoccupied all of this afternoon and asking her questions had either gotten slight mixed answers or a smile that had no sarcasm to it at all or a shake of the head; she was acting what his mother would have called fae, as if....
Lynx snapped her head up as Ash walked over to her determination in eyes that were hunting silver. She had managed to keep him back from her all day while she prepared but it seemed he had either reached the end of his patience of had had some sort of brainwave "Lynx" he paused and then blurted out "Do you think your going to die tonight" she blinked, then she did it again and stared at him pulling up all the icy walls she had allowed to fall while her mind worked
overdrive on a plan for two people instead of one where the second person had to come out alive.
"What do you think Ash?" he stared at her "A moment ago I would have said you were counting on it" she sighed "I'm like this before every operation" she grinned wicked and feral "I'm usually alone" Ash continued to watch her even as her mind turned to the final stage of what had to be done "What's your main objective?" it was asked in such an offhand tone that she simply answered for the first time in a long while without thinking about it "To get in, kill Mademoiselle evil and get you out alive" then she spun around and her eyes were a furious blue "That's not fair!" it was such an out of character thing for Lynx to say that Ash merely laughed in delight and her sarcastic smile returned "Laugh Redfern, remember the old saying. Eat Drink and be merry" she turned towards the shower but looked back over her shoulder "For tonight we may die"
Lynx watched Ash's face when she came out and was not disappointed "I thought you were dressed for business earlier" she shook her head "It would have been to easy to have been spotted, I almost forgot that in Ryars assassination is ignored almost universally" "Yes but to make it quite so obvious..." but his eyes laughed, she slipped her ring from her finger and took a look at herself in the mirror, with the half sarcastic thought of 'and this makes twice in two days' but she couldn't help liking what she saw.
Looking from the feet up as most men tended to her boots were of flexible black calf high leather, they had no heels but the soles had been hardened. Not enough to walk over broken glass but enough for walking down the street not to hurt her. They were criss-crossed by fifteen straps running up the main part, each of the straps was buckled lightly with some sort of enchantment and holding knives of more descriptions than there were in the special edition of arms and armour. All of them Night world specialised. The folded tops of the boot held the earlier ordered throwing knives and led up to a pair of simple black cotton shorts they were of the variety that should have been drawstring and baggy but instead had been re tailored to fit the skin and were held in place by a wide leather belt. That belt had cost her a pretty penny, it fitted her waist like a glove and had her initials in silver and had two simple loops. Threaded through the left side was her ebony stake the right hand one was empty. Her camisole was leather, the same one she had worn to her meeting with Theirry. A large leather and silver choker was at her throat and mounted in that a necromancers stone. A Black star sapphire that, could, with very little effort on the part of the wielder; raise the dead. Her upper arms had two large leather straps around them in which were several tiny vials filled with what looked like dust; at the wrist were bracers wound around with silver iron and what appeared to be bast. Her face was scrubbed and clean, her hair, bar a few wisps, was contained in a tight braid which at its end about mid back length was fitted with an iron battle star.
"Very nice" her mouth quirked at the corner and she lifted his amethyst blade from the desk and slid it into the top of her left boot then she lifted the Night Blade and it flared with wicked green light. "Angel of Death" it was a murmur but his eyes reflected something very dark and she half smiled at the typical elusiveness of Redfern prophecy. *I'll take that as a compliment* she watched his eyes turn a smoky grey as she switched communication to telepathy *From here on in* she explained *No noise until the fat lady sings* he grinned suddenly *That's an odd sentiment* she shook her head *Nah, think of death as a fat lady, it takes a lot of the edge off of it* Ash looked at her his eyes had lightened which had been the whole point of the conversation; then she moved off pausing by the door to pull on a full length leather duster jacket. *You wear a lot of leather* she looked back at him her eyes distant and silvering rapidly *The blood comes off easily* she looked him up and down taking in his faded black jeans and black shirt *Weapons?* he flashed fangs and allowed a pair of wrist sheaths to show and she nodded *You'll do* then she strode out of the room making sure her ring was securely on her finger and the charms she had ordered were in the jacket pocket.
*Do you think we're going to die?* they were halfway to the house and stars were beginning to silver the sky *No, your not* *That wasn't my question* she didn't stop walking forward but her answer floated back over her mental shoulder as they continued on. *I know, but that's all I can guarantee*
Lynx snapped her head up as Ash walked over to her determination in eyes that were hunting silver. She had managed to keep him back from her all day while she prepared but it seemed he had either reached the end of his patience of had had some sort of brainwave "Lynx" he paused and then blurted out "Do you think your going to die tonight" she blinked, then she did it again and stared at him pulling up all the icy walls she had allowed to fall while her mind worked
overdrive on a plan for two people instead of one where the second person had to come out alive.
"What do you think Ash?" he stared at her "A moment ago I would have said you were counting on it" she sighed "I'm like this before every operation" she grinned wicked and feral "I'm usually alone" Ash continued to watch her even as her mind turned to the final stage of what had to be done "What's your main objective?" it was asked in such an offhand tone that she simply answered for the first time in a long while without thinking about it "To get in, kill Mademoiselle evil and get you out alive" then she spun around and her eyes were a furious blue "That's not fair!" it was such an out of character thing for Lynx to say that Ash merely laughed in delight and her sarcastic smile returned "Laugh Redfern, remember the old saying. Eat Drink and be merry" she turned towards the shower but looked back over her shoulder "For tonight we may die"
Lynx watched Ash's face when she came out and was not disappointed "I thought you were dressed for business earlier" she shook her head "It would have been to easy to have been spotted, I almost forgot that in Ryars assassination is ignored almost universally" "Yes but to make it quite so obvious..." but his eyes laughed, she slipped her ring from her finger and took a look at herself in the mirror, with the half sarcastic thought of 'and this makes twice in two days' but she couldn't help liking what she saw.
Looking from the feet up as most men tended to her boots were of flexible black calf high leather, they had no heels but the soles had been hardened. Not enough to walk over broken glass but enough for walking down the street not to hurt her. They were criss-crossed by fifteen straps running up the main part, each of the straps was buckled lightly with some sort of enchantment and holding knives of more descriptions than there were in the special edition of arms and armour. All of them Night world specialised. The folded tops of the boot held the earlier ordered throwing knives and led up to a pair of simple black cotton shorts they were of the variety that should have been drawstring and baggy but instead had been re tailored to fit the skin and were held in place by a wide leather belt. That belt had cost her a pretty penny, it fitted her waist like a glove and had her initials in silver and had two simple loops. Threaded through the left side was her ebony stake the right hand one was empty. Her camisole was leather, the same one she had worn to her meeting with Theirry. A large leather and silver choker was at her throat and mounted in that a necromancers stone. A Black star sapphire that, could, with very little effort on the part of the wielder; raise the dead. Her upper arms had two large leather straps around them in which were several tiny vials filled with what looked like dust; at the wrist were bracers wound around with silver iron and what appeared to be bast. Her face was scrubbed and clean, her hair, bar a few wisps, was contained in a tight braid which at its end about mid back length was fitted with an iron battle star.
"Very nice" her mouth quirked at the corner and she lifted his amethyst blade from the desk and slid it into the top of her left boot then she lifted the Night Blade and it flared with wicked green light. "Angel of Death" it was a murmur but his eyes reflected something very dark and she half smiled at the typical elusiveness of Redfern prophecy. *I'll take that as a compliment* she watched his eyes turn a smoky grey as she switched communication to telepathy *From here on in* she explained *No noise until the fat lady sings* he grinned suddenly *That's an odd sentiment* she shook her head *Nah, think of death as a fat lady, it takes a lot of the edge off of it* Ash looked at her his eyes had lightened which had been the whole point of the conversation; then she moved off pausing by the door to pull on a full length leather duster jacket. *You wear a lot of leather* she looked back at him her eyes distant and silvering rapidly *The blood comes off easily* she looked him up and down taking in his faded black jeans and black shirt *Weapons?* he flashed fangs and allowed a pair of wrist sheaths to show and she nodded *You'll do* then she strode out of the room making sure her ring was securely on her finger and the charms she had ordered were in the jacket pocket.
*Do you think we're going to die?* they were halfway to the house and stars were beginning to silver the sky *No, your not* *That wasn't my question* she didn't stop walking forward but her answer floated back over her mental shoulder as they continued on. *I know, but that's all I can guarantee*