Practise Makes Perfect (closed)

[Wrenmae]

Shroud glared at Izaya, breathing fury from his nostrils as the others surrounded him. Part of the murderer wanted to just stab the loud fool, let him gasp out his complaints and excuses while his lifeblood pooled around his chest. It was only a series of events that kept him from acting so hastily. First some fool skirting the edge of camp called out to them, a scythe balanced lazily on his shoulder. The breeze reminded Shroud he was naked and he held up his hand, disappearing back into his tent for a moment, just long enough to pull on some pants before returning. It was the deer that attacked next, strangely enough, biting him. Shroud genuinely smiled, stepping forward to the circle of Ana, Cham, the deer, and now himself, and leveled his dagger up at Izaya's throat. His left hand lazily advanced to the deer's head, which he patted appreciatively. Say what one must about the odd creature, but it more than earned its exclusion from dinner. "Shut up you petching fool, Shut UP!" He growled pressing the dagger closer to Izaya's face, "Seems like you have poor luck, friend, even with the animals...and I'm like to believe that it means you're a liar as well." He spit to the side, staining the rough sand at Izaya's feet with a dark mark, "Crimson Edge camp, and I've never seen you before...so who are you looking for?" The scythe fellow was drawing closer and Shroud snarled, turning briefly to address him, "Back off, this has nothing to do with you." Back to Izaya again. "If you're telling the truth, I'll bet it'll hold up under torture...what do you think, Cham?" He had said nothing to Ana, but gave her a wolfish smile. She'd done well today, and that deserved a reward, even one so small as a smile of approval. Shroud knew people, Ana perhaps most of all. The smile would be enough.

[Chamaeleon]

Torture?

Chamaeleon curled her lip as she considered this. Adrenaline spiked in her at the thought of being caught and hunted, she was totally up to agree to Wrenmae, but at the same time her sanity lay beneath, saying she would be the direct cause of harm in another. Was her own safety more important than the safety of a stupid boy doing stupid things? She had to think of Wrenmae as well. They were both practitioners of the unholy terror of these Sunberth people.

"I agree, Wrenmae," she said eventually. If it would hurt the boy, so what? He wouldn't die, really, unless he absolutely had to. And if he really did know nothing, he would be too afraid to come back and bother them again.

She paid no attention to anyone else, really, barely noting the arrival of yet another idiot interrupting a private matter. She didn't recognise him.

"Him too, Wren?" She asked, jerking her chin in the direction of the scythe wielding man. What was with this whole thing? Practising magic had evolved into a social gathering that would soon involve the painful yelps of a lying spy and a night owl walking the camp with weapon in hand.

Her fangs secreted the venom that killed, her irritation so obvious it had become a physical thing. She spat the bitterness out before it hurt her.

[Liar]

EXPERIENCE AWARD Chamaeleon Skill Points Observation 3 Morphing 2 Intimidation 1 Lore Model: Svefra Woman Through the Eyes of a Human Frailty of Symenestra Lusa Delf Skill Points Intelligence 2 Running 1 Unarmed Combat 1 Lore Approaching a Stranger Wrenmae Skill Points Morphing 3 Observation 2 Rhetoric 1 Leadership 1 Intimidation 1 Lore Protecting the Foolish Model: Symenestra Izaya Skill Points Intelligence 1 Stealth 1 Acting 1 Lore On-The-Spot Alibis Ana Sol Starris Skill Points Investigation 1 Shortsword 1 Stealth 1 Lore The Pangs of Jealousy Note Sorry for the wait, just had to get some things cleared up with Sunberth proper. :)