09-13-2016, 01:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2016, 01:38 PM by Lightascetic.)
"Ingrid... Thank you for believing me." Anka said, flashing her with a grateful smile before turning towards the already-walking Fred. She still found it difficult to comprehend that she was actually going to do something about her vision, instead of the the victim's impending destiny weighting on her mind as she journeyed away. It always felt like she was running away from her foresight, but this time she was gripping the bull by the horns, so to speak.
"I think we should find that suspicious man... He could be linked to Peter's death." Anka uttered, trying not to let her voice carry too far out into the night. She had no idea whether those guards patrolled the village at night, and if they heard her talking about Peter, they'd likely all be thrown out.
The direction in which Peter had left the square led the three of them down a fairly narrow walkway, framed by two buildings which had a line of laundry strung between them, clearly forgotten by their owners. Once the building ended, they were faced with what could only be the Mayor's home: a two-floored establishment with tiled roofs and white walls. The house boasted an impressive garden that surrounded it, complete with trees, bushes and rows of fragrant flowers. A knee-high picket fence surrounded the property, but Anka dismayed at the apparent lack of security. Light poured from the windows, but the house seemed quiet and peaceful.
It was then that Anka spotted a clump of shadows in one of the trees on the outskirts of the garden: her skin prickling with fear. Was that an assassin??
"There!" She whispered to Fred and Ingrid, pointing to the tree. Anka entertained the prospect of the shadows merely being a nest of birds, but it looked too large for that. The fit with her vision seemed too perfect. Even though that person was probably very dangerous, Anka couldn't stop herself from skulking over to the tree, blood pumping in her ears as adrenaline started flowing through her. This could be it- she could prevent Peter's death here and now. Even if it came to blows, Fred looked like he could handle himself in a fight, and Ingrid could care for their wounds afterwards.
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(huh?)
Although it was a very light presence, Lantis could feel that someone was closing by. It was from outside of the house, and finally was closing in to the tree where he was. Perhaps, his stealth was seen through and he was set as first target prior to Peter.
He left his weapons where they were easy to unsheath, while luring the hunter a little bit nearer before he would react.
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Anka was shocked that the sound of her heart thudding in her ears didn't give her away, for its sound deafened her. She kept low as she was used to, after having to make quick exits from other towns, her delicate dancer's feet making barely a ruffle on the grass as she crept closer to the tree. All she had to do was get to him and draw his attention away from the house- away from Peter. Just as she was below the branch, she heard movement from above and froze.
Down poked the head of the assailant, causing Anka to start. As he began speaking, she felt as though she was fitting again because her body moved on its own. She jumped, clutching his ankle and letting gravity do the rest, yanking him from the branch.
It was all going perfectly, until Anka realized that she was pulling this man straight on top of her. Without her feet touching the ground, the pair fell into a heap on the grass, the man crushing Anka and knocking the air from her lungs. She wanted to get him off of her, but dazed as she was, it was all she could do to cough in an attempt to fill her lungs and clear the stars from her eyes. She could already feel a fat bruise forming on her arm where they'd landed so awkwardly.
"I think we should find that suspicious man... He could be linked to Peter's death." Anka uttered, trying not to let her voice carry too far out into the night. She had no idea whether those guards patrolled the village at night, and if they heard her talking about Peter, they'd likely all be thrown out.
The direction in which Peter had left the square led the three of them down a fairly narrow walkway, framed by two buildings which had a line of laundry strung between them, clearly forgotten by their owners. Once the building ended, they were faced with what could only be the Mayor's home: a two-floored establishment with tiled roofs and white walls. The house boasted an impressive garden that surrounded it, complete with trees, bushes and rows of fragrant flowers. A knee-high picket fence surrounded the property, but Anka dismayed at the apparent lack of security. Light poured from the windows, but the house seemed quiet and peaceful.
It was then that Anka spotted a clump of shadows in one of the trees on the outskirts of the garden: her skin prickling with fear. Was that an assassin??
"There!" She whispered to Fred and Ingrid, pointing to the tree. Anka entertained the prospect of the shadows merely being a nest of birds, but it looked too large for that. The fit with her vision seemed too perfect. Even though that person was probably very dangerous, Anka couldn't stop herself from skulking over to the tree, blood pumping in her ears as adrenaline started flowing through her. This could be it- she could prevent Peter's death here and now. Even if it came to blows, Fred looked like he could handle himself in a fight, and Ingrid could care for their wounds afterwards.
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(huh?)
Although it was a very light presence, Lantis could feel that someone was closing by. It was from outside of the house, and finally was closing in to the tree where he was. Perhaps, his stealth was seen through and he was set as first target prior to Peter.
He left his weapons where they were easy to unsheath, while luring the hunter a little bit nearer before he would react.
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Anka was shocked that the sound of her heart thudding in her ears didn't give her away, for its sound deafened her. She kept low as she was used to, after having to make quick exits from other towns, her delicate dancer's feet making barely a ruffle on the grass as she crept closer to the tree. All she had to do was get to him and draw his attention away from the house- away from Peter. Just as she was below the branch, she heard movement from above and froze.
Down poked the head of the assailant, causing Anka to start. As he began speaking, she felt as though she was fitting again because her body moved on its own. She jumped, clutching his ankle and letting gravity do the rest, yanking him from the branch.
It was all going perfectly, until Anka realized that she was pulling this man straight on top of her. Without her feet touching the ground, the pair fell into a heap on the grass, the man crushing Anka and knocking the air from her lungs. She wanted to get him off of her, but dazed as she was, it was all she could do to cough in an attempt to fill her lungs and clear the stars from her eyes. She could already feel a fat bruise forming on her arm where they'd landed so awkwardly.