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Post by shinigami on Aug 6, 2008 15:32:05 GMT -8
Nike's attention snaps away from the crows to Portia as soon as Portia's tone of voice changes. As soon as Portia draws the pistol. Nike looks at it. Then she looks at Portia. Then she looks at the gun. Her aquamarine eyes are slightly wide, but she doesn't take a step back. Instead, she shoves her hands into her pockets. Deep into her pockets. And she says,
"Are you ... Ha, ha. You're kidding, right?"
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Post by doreyg on Aug 6, 2008 15:39:06 GMT -8
Portia smiles, but her eyes remain cold... Focused... Just slightly on Nike's pockets and her voice when it comes is very cold, extremely cold "Do you know about the Nightworld? About witches and vampires and shapeshifters... Lost witches too, Maybe the Redferns? Maybe the Harmons? Hm? Nike Goodfellow, are you a witch?"
Frank, yes... But that's Portia all over.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 6, 2008 15:47:58 GMT -8
Nike's gaze goes blank and worried. Then she turns on her heel, hands still in her pockets. The fingers of her left hand have curled around an amulet, but Portia's not to know that, and she doesn't answer immediately because she's running through a spell in her head, something to help. Because this is dangerous! Portia's clearly insane, but -- the Harmons? The Redferns? She also clearly knows too much.
By water and wave, by wave and rain, keep Portia Bane from causing pain...
"Uh," she says, lying -- not badly, per se, but not very well. "You're acting a bit too weird for me, Portia. Maybe you should go home and lie down?"
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Post by doreyg on Aug 7, 2008 4:12:19 GMT -8
Portia blinks, scowls and grunts to herself... She's out of practice, in the old days the moment Nike's reaction to the gun hadn't consisted of running and screaming she would have taken that as proof of a witch and would have had done with it.
Still, no time like the present to refresh her skills... she fires expertly at Nike's left arm, actually snarls when the bullet jams and then brings her shoulders up and shrugs "Well, I suppose my original plan did include a quick end, this shouldn't hurt for too long."
And then she brings the gun up and fires rather neatly at Nike's head, and then as almost a afterthought flips the gun down and fires at her heart... She's put a silencer on it, it'd just be awful if people immediately rushed there after hearing a loud blast.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 7, 2008 8:14:00 GMT -8
Maybe she'd trusted in bravado to see her through. Either way, Nike is walking away from Portia when Portia shoots at her left arm. The snarl that rips from the other girl's throat causes her to turn around however. To see Portia. To hear Portia's last words. Nike? Nike takes a step back. Another. Her lovely aquamarine eyes are wide and furious and scared. "Portia, I can't believe you -- "
Portia brings the gun up again. And Nike turns to run into the trees, letting gravity do its work and pull her more quickly down a slope. The first shot misses, the one that would've taken off her head, for all the expertise with which it was taken.
The next shot doesn't miss. Nike hits the ground. Not dead yet. No, not quite. The bullet pierced her right lung, which has collapsed; she's drowning, surrounded by air. Nike pulls herself up, faltering, faltering, falling, crawls the length of her own body, and then pain gets her.
Bleed out.
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Post by doreyg on Aug 7, 2008 9:23:57 GMT -8
"You don't have to" Portia mutters softly, letting her gun arm drop and frowning just for a moment, she likes the hunt, the capture, the interrogation and okay maybe the killing... She hasn't lived long enough to build up a faint tolerance for the clean up.
Still, needs must... Planting leads and such things.
Portia edges over to the near corpse and kicks her over neatly with a hardly ever warn combat boot (grandma would be so proud) raising the gun again with a slightly pitying expression and firing a shot neatly at Nike's heart... Just to make sure the girl is properly dead, wouldn't want her to be found alive and gasping Portia's name after all... Then she strolls away from Nike to where she was originally standing, takes out a vial with three hairs in it and drops two of them there.
Then she shrugs, walks back to Nike and drops another hair on top of her now blank face... There, done.
Portia stretches, gives Nike one last perfectionist glance and then turns around and walks away... She keeps to the shadows all the way home, she's rather good at it by now.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 7, 2008 13:15:57 GMT -8
Before Portia shot her, for the final time, to make certain that she was dead, Nike had tried to say something. She'd tried really, really hard. Sometimes trying just isn't enough.When Portia was gone -- really and truly gone -- Burgess came out of the shadows. He padded out of the shadows, actually. Night had fallen, and he was a wolf. He sniffed the scene-of-the-crime delicately. He circled it. His form blurred, shook itself into something more human -- but not quite. Then finally it sleeked down into his natural form -- his true self. And when his investigation was done, he disappeared again into the shadows, pausing only long enough to tell another shadow, this one clearly the shadow of a young teenager, to go on home. They'd taken enough. The crows are long gone.And now all that remains? Another discussion with Isobel. And after that discussion, perhaps a glimpse of charismatic, powerful Gereint Temple. There are opportunities to rise in The Society, as far as power goes. There are opportunities. They're doing good work. THE END
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