Daemos///
The trigger on a loaded gun fires with unexpectancy and with great disaster.
Tink has never seen fireworks this close before, staring in awe as the dazzling structure before her erupted with resounding brilliance. But despite the beauty of the frizzling wire and blooming luminescence when the neon signs and graphics crumbled and shattered, the doll quickly found herself frowning in reservation. This side-show only disguised, hoping to lessen the impact of the slaughter to come. Predators immediately began preying in on the scattered folk. The poor moths screamed in confusion and horror as their light was squashed and they were left in shadow. Soon, gunshots blasted away the leaking puffs of darkness, replacing what was left of the light with a ray of crimson blood. It was a familiar, if not unfortunate, sight for Tink. All corporate parties came with an unexpected surprise, a way to 'remember the event'. Sometimes it was more pleasant than others. But that was only a matter of perspective of who was receiving the reward and who was serving it. Tinkerbelle never liked watching this far into them.
"Well, that was quick... but I suppose a hungry wolf grows ever reckless when there are others also waiting on its meal."
She had noticed others who had readied themselves in the shadows during her short time there on the high place. Though they were clever and sneaky, they could not hide fully with so many in their pack. Whatever their purpose, she needed to act first now that the moment has realized itself. Enough waiting. It was time for Tink to assume her role as a hunter.
The beam pivoted as Tink dove down, leaving it to swing alone in emptiness. She landed on the rooftop below with a light thud, skipping slightly to negate the impact, bolting now as she leaped again over to the rooftop of the party with an arcing movement. Soaring like a swan taking flight. And she would flutter across to land. With a huff, she darted over the rain stains and rusted pipes, crouching down over one of the roofside windows leading to the fringes of the party. There, she scanned with her glittering indigo eyes. And for a moment, she allowed her mind float in all the chaos and screaming. She needed to locate her target, and quick. The only way was to allow the images to bleed through. And bled through, they did. And in this slight moment, she felt it return. Such a heavy feeling. As though her heart was wretched and sunk beyond her own body.
But luckily, it lasted just that moment.
A secluded corner on a crimson dance floor... hidden by sable bushes...
After marking her destination, the doll turned back and leaped off the side of the roof.
She slid down the steeping slope of the decorated awning into the backside where they managed the deliveries and pick-ups. There, Tink was met with an unfamiliar face. A young woman who seemed to be up to her own plans. They seemed to be searching for a way in, with little to no success. She thought for a moment to help. That is, if their motives aligned. But hearing the violence intensify, Tink knew she cannot afford to waste time with pleasantries. Swiftly discarding her flowering brimmed cap, and the first layer of her attire, the doll hooked herself off the side and rammed through a high-lying vent with her heels. The soles of her boots snapped off, much to her despair. But at least she afforded her way through.
There will be other boots and clothes, as much as she adored the last pair. However, time cannot be bought in the same way.
The doll began to crawl through the cramped space, unhindered now by the excess that would've otherwise restricted and dragged her. Given the success, Tink did not look rather pleased. She felt much less dapper and vulnerable already, like some poor, rutty slog. And in a way she was. Her faulty neck-brace covered much of the damage, but the ruined synthetic flesh across her left shoulder and arm revealed gnarled metal joints without her flush coat. While she crawled, arms and hands ever reaching forward, the grisly sight would always remain in vision. But now was not the time to be fussy. If there was no more motive, there would no longer be payment for tonight's gambit. So she resolved her mind and moving quickly towards the screaming and flashing fire.
Her intention was towards the obscured lounges where the VIPs were being held. To offer escape. When the blood thirst sets in, let the wolves fight amongst themselves. It would take a miracle for each pack to resist fighting each other over their prey.
Though she sought information above all else, the Ori's being alive were necessary to fulfill that goal. For if they died, that meant all of the information would be useless. No? Of course. That meant keeping them safe and alive.
At least, the most important ones.
///
The trigger on a loaded gun fires with unexpectancy and with great disaster.
Tink has never seen fireworks this close before, staring in awe as the dazzling structure before her erupted with resounding brilliance. But despite the beauty of the frizzling wire and blooming luminescence when the neon signs and graphics crumbled and shattered, the doll quickly found herself frowning in reservation. This side-show only disguised, hoping to lessen the impact of the slaughter to come. Predators immediately began preying in on the scattered folk. The poor moths screamed in confusion and horror as their light was squashed and they were left in shadow. Soon, gunshots blasted away the leaking puffs of darkness, replacing what was left of the light with a ray of crimson blood. It was a familiar, if not unfortunate, sight for Tink. All corporate parties came with an unexpected surprise, a way to 'remember the event'. Sometimes it was more pleasant than others. But that was only a matter of perspective of who was receiving the reward and who was serving it. Tinkerbelle never liked watching this far into them.
"Well, that was quick... but I suppose a hungry wolf grows ever reckless when there are others also waiting on its meal."
She had noticed others who had readied themselves in the shadows during her short time there on the high place. Though they were clever and sneaky, they could not hide fully with so many in their pack. Whatever their purpose, she needed to act first now that the moment has realized itself. Enough waiting. It was time for Tink to assume her role as a hunter.
The beam pivoted as Tink dove down, leaving it to swing alone in emptiness. She landed on the rooftop below with a light thud, skipping slightly to negate the impact, bolting now as she leaped again over to the rooftop of the party with an arcing movement. Soaring like a swan taking flight. And she would flutter across to land. With a huff, she darted over the rain stains and rusted pipes, crouching down over one of the roofside windows leading to the fringes of the party. There, she scanned with her glittering indigo eyes. And for a moment, she allowed her mind float in all the chaos and screaming. She needed to locate her target, and quick. The only way was to allow the images to bleed through. And bled through, they did. And in this slight moment, she felt it return. Such a heavy feeling. As though her heart was wretched and sunk beyond her own body.
But luckily, it lasted just that moment.
A secluded corner on a crimson dance floor... hidden by sable bushes...
After marking her destination, the doll turned back and leaped off the side of the roof.
She slid down the steeping slope of the decorated awning into the backside where they managed the deliveries and pick-ups. There, Tink was met with an unfamiliar face. A young woman who seemed to be up to her own plans. They seemed to be searching for a way in, with little to no success. She thought for a moment to help. That is, if their motives aligned. But hearing the violence intensify, Tink knew she cannot afford to waste time with pleasantries. Swiftly discarding her flowering brimmed cap, and the first layer of her attire, the doll hooked herself off the side and rammed through a high-lying vent with her heels. The soles of her boots snapped off, much to her despair. But at least she afforded her way through.
There will be other boots and clothes, as much as she adored the last pair. However, time cannot be bought in the same way.
The doll began to crawl through the cramped space, unhindered now by the excess that would've otherwise restricted and dragged her. Given the success, Tink did not look rather pleased. She felt much less dapper and vulnerable already, like some poor, rutty slog. And in a way she was. Her faulty neck-brace covered much of the damage, but the ruined synthetic flesh across her left shoulder and arm revealed gnarled metal joints without her flush coat. While she crawled, arms and hands ever reaching forward, the grisly sight would always remain in vision. But now was not the time to be fussy. If there was no more motive, there would no longer be payment for tonight's gambit. So she resolved her mind and moving quickly towards the screaming and flashing fire.
Her intention was towards the obscured lounges where the VIPs were being held. To offer escape. When the blood thirst sets in, let the wolves fight amongst themselves. It would take a miracle for each pack to resist fighting each other over their prey.
Though she sought information above all else, the Ori's being alive were necessary to fulfill that goal. For if they died, that meant all of the information would be useless. No? Of course. That meant keeping them safe and alive.
At least, the most important ones.
///
