by Endesu » Mon Mar 13, 2006 3:38 pm
And so the mystery civilian and Kumo engaged on a short chase of sorts. Those who would just happen to be looking upward would see the most unusual image of a man and a Moogle jumping and bounding through the sky.
That is, until the mystery man suddenly stopped and turned to Kumo. The roof they stopped on was closer to the edge of town and far away from both the guards and the crime scene, as Kumo may have noted. Looking at the man yielded an unusual result. By now, much of the man's face had apparently shriveled away, replaced by a somewhat furrier, cat-like face, complete with a curious half-moon tattoeed onto the forehead.
The rest of the body remained on, however, and quickly moved in a series of pronounced and practiced movements that seemed to defy the speed of Kumo's eye. Almost too quickly, the figure had stepped directly in front of Kumo, then to his side, then just behind him, the feeling of a metallic blade pressing down upon his throat.
"Now, then." The voice of a woman, to be sure, and not the man that she had apparently been masquerading as. "I'm not sure how you figured out my ploy when it's been that man who's been following me... but if you fail to leave this city soon, I will break one of our cardinal rules and have little problem with flaying your little hide."
Kumo could attempt to talk to the woman... or he could attempt to do something about his position. However, given her speed and her weapon, it was likely dangerous to do such a thing. He'd have to pick carefully...
***
"It's a precaution..." The guard mumbled. "Just in case. I hope I didn't get their orders wrong or anything... I mean, I had this list of addresses, so I just kinda followed them... maybe I did get it wrong." For his credit, the guard didn't seem to be doing too well. He seemed somewhat relieved that Fresca was taking the news relatively well, however!
And so he explained the mysterious circumstances of the two murders. One Darko, and one guard, both killed with apparently not at all natural means.
"Given that one of them was an apparent mage and the other was a guard, they just want to be sure..."
***
Inana growled and stomped her feet... and then reconsidered. "Oh, wait! Please, hold on!"
She snapped her fingers, and in a moment, she was dressed in the suit of a Minion. Except for the color of the suit, which was a very deep shade of purple, she appeared exactly like one of Kelne's own minions, right down to the shovel.
"I can follow you as one of your Minions! That way it'll look natural!"
End, meanwhile, had nearly cleared the scene, possibly leaving Kelne to his doom.