[center] [color=f26522][h3]~Phoebe Longhurst~[/h3][/color][/center]

[@13org][@Deos Morran]

[color=red][i]"I understand, I don't trust her either. I'm clearly not as fervent as you, but I disagree with it's existence bringing more harm. At least in the immediate future. Nor will I promise that she will be gone. She has something I want and I intend to get it."[/i][/color]

Regret.

That was the only thing she felt. She had tried, really. Tried to tell him as bluntly as possible without breaking any of her oaths or ideals, if she was not here tomorrow then she would cease any attempt to hunt the creature, whatever it was. Fervent? Certainly, she had been called that many times. Fervent could describe the entire Bastille - but rarely ever to an extreme point. Certainly some were overzealous in their pursuits, but such people often led short lives and hunters. One had to remain skeptical, even towards what they were hunting on the off chance they were wrong about the target, as rare as it might be.

As Lusius continued to speak, she said nothing. Merely stared at him with the same stern frown she had been the entire time. A silver bracelet? Proof he was a hunter. He was a hunter, certainly, but there was no way she could really know for certain that his mind was his own, was there?

...she might have to kill another innocent, mightn't she? That thought was always one that plagued her mind, ever since the first time she had done it. That was the only thing she could do here, wasn't it? She had long since learned that if you received an order you didn't like, you had two options. Resign, or go through with it regardless. Her hands fell to her side as he finished speaking. She hadn't been listening, really. Something about his home and not wanting anything to end up like it again. It was nothing but the meaningless voice of a possible beguiled hunter.

She shoved such thoughts out of her head. It wasn't getting her anywhere. A hunter hunted.

[color=f26522]"...I see."[/color] She replied. The inquisitor turned around, taking a few slow steps away from the house to put a bit of distance between her and Lusius. Not much, but enough to make her feel more comfortable.

As he seemingly went back to chopping wood, Pheobe's hands went for the final two firebombs she had. There would be no more convincing. She had tried, really, but she couldn't think of anyway to go about this. The threat of something happening was just too great. She turned back to face him.

[color=f26522]"It is good, really. You seem like a good sort...When I was young, my parents were killed by witches. I almost was too. Sacrificed to summon some sort of demon."[/color] pulled the strings on both of them, and in one swift motion tossed both of them towards the house. One towards the window in hopes of getting it inside, and one towards the opposite end of the house. Upon impact with their respective targets, bombs burst into flames. Unlike in the clearing where the burning fuel was mostly the gnomes and their bodies, the only fuel these would have, was the cabin. [color=f26522]"So you'll understand why I'm doing this, then."[/color]

Her left hand immediately went to her crossbow, and her right poised to draw her sword in case he retaliated in some manner. A bolt had already been loaded in it and was ready to fire should she have need of it. As much as she didn't like the idea of possibly harming someone who wasn't a bad person...she could [i]not[/i] let her own misgivings get in the way of the potential safety of others.


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Holy water x2
Throwing knives x15
Nets x4
Bolts x10
Lavender and Wolfsbane

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