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|Subject: A Delicate Stirring [Night Event :: Closed] Sat May 12, 2018 1:22 am|| |
"Chaos for the sake of Chaos. A disgusting movement. Justice will only be dealt by the cold steel of a blade. No jury, no judge; just execution. That will be the punishment for the Queen losing just an ounce of her sleep." Nameless sat upon her chair, chanting quite the choice words in thought of the recent events occurring in Endymion City. It had been five long years since that tragedy, and now it appeared some indecent citizens thought it'd be wise to shake the very foundation of structure the Queen had built for them. Nameless never cared for the District Heads, but they had a direct connection to the Queen herself. The moment one fell, she had noticed the Queen have a spark of emotion she had not seen for many years. A hint of humanity she had stripped away in order to be the pillar of strength this city had needed in its time of chaos. Someone was shaking that pillar, and Nameless could feel it beneath her heels. The very city shook, almost as if it were on an axis that had just been cracked. It must have been that Skelter. She knew she should have sliced his throat when she had him at her mercy before. But no, the Prince was always the type who believed in redemption. Wild dogs had no use, they all deserved to be put down.
The Nameless woman would have continued her rambling until a guard approached her. Azure hues shifted to meet his own as he stood at attention. "Sir, the Queen is requesting your presence in the depths of the SRC!"
He held his breathe, abit frightened that the tensed woman before him would be using him as a punching bag before she took her leave. And to his surprise, she said no words. The Nameless vixen simply left.
The Queen had made her way to the depths of the prison where the worst criminals of Endymion were held. The corridors were filled with Shadows that danced upon the walls with her every step; almost if parting to give her free reign of the area. It had been some time since the Queen had been very active. The moment one of her District Heads fell, she felt... uneasy. Like a rush forcing itself back into her head all at once. Her control of the city was still strong, but wavered ever so slightly in the one moment. Now with such imbalance, things were beginning to get more chaotic.
Isla made her way to the very center of the bowels, beneath the prison, where she held her greatest prize. Giving a soft smile, the woman raised a finger and traced her lips. There was a spark in her eye as she looked upon the stirring prisoner before her. This spark almost looked as if she envied the subject that was unknowingly in her possession.
"Even beyond the grave, that Woman won't let her hold go over this city... Such will-power. Perhaps she, too, was reborn that day. Perhaps into those laughing fools hiding in the sewers of the city. Oh how fun it must be... Well, I enjoy playing games too." Isla giggled as her eyes never stopped looking upon the caged bird before her. She did not feel threatened by recent events. Infact, it had not even occurred to her that any of this was a real threat. But little did she know a higher power was willing to take any measure to ensure order remained in this city. There would never be a second Rei under its watch.
Something was changing in Endymion, the Queen,.. and..