Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:24:07 GMT -5
Bloodlines;
Chapter Twelve:
Signatures
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"Pfft," Sira replied with a smirk towards the soldier. "You're just jealous."
"She's right, Daniels. I never said she couldn't use her claws... Although by that right... I should be allowed to use my fangs." Aeydan said, smirking at the girl. He wouldn't actually bring his teeth into play; she was FAR too young for something that could easily become... kinky. He was about to say something else when he noticed the Head striding across the sparring field and towards them. Sira stiffened beside him, growling.
"Calm, kiddo..." he murmured.
"Ah, Murad..." he greeted the Head as he moved closer. The man nodded and looked towards Sira.
"I, uh... I'd like to talk to you. In private." he mumbled.
"Only if Aeydan's there," she growled back.
Murad nodded dumbly and turned to walk away. Aeydan followed after, his hand on Sira's shoulder as she sheathed her sword and claws, mumbling curses under her breath. He gave her a faint squeeze as a caution, and the volume of her curses dropped to below human level. The Head couldn't hear a word, but Aeydan could hear every curse she spat at him. They dutifully followed the Head to his office, Aeydan closing the door quietly behind them and locking it.
"What is it, Murad." His tone of voice kept it from sounding like a question, more a gruff statement. Sira was stiff beside him. Her behaviour around the Head was always somewhat erratic, and he was going to have to do his best to keep her from harming his boss. He stepped in front of her slightly, hearing the grinding of her teeth against each other.
"Huh? Oh, yes." Murad looked towards Sira, staring at her mildly. She met his gaze unblinkingly. "I've got a, er, proposal for you, Syta, or whatever your name is."
"Sira," she growled in correction.
"Sira, then," Murad mumbled, opening a drawer in his desk and extracting a piece of paper from it. "Erm, well, I've got this erm, contract for you." It was clear to Aeydan that his hypnosis had scrambled a few of the synapses of the Head's brain, not that he really cared.
"What kind of contract?" Sira asked, head tilted to the left slightly. Her tail twitched a small bit, her ears shifting up in curiosity.
"One that will allow you to join us at Black Operations," Aeydan clarified, watching Murad warily.
"Yes, that." Murad replied, pushing the paper towards Sira.
She picked it up and examined it. The entire document was written in English, and while she had gotten much better at reading and speaking it, she still couldn't understand some of the words. Her pride got the best of her, though, and she refused to ask for help from Aeydan, pretending to understand every single word of the contract.
That decision would come back to haunt her in the future.
She grabbed a pen from Murad's desk and signed on the line where it asked for her signature. It was small and scrawling, suiting her personality.
Too late to see what she had meant to do, Aeydan pulled the paper away from her and read through it carefully, groaning. She should have handed the contract to him before signing it; all of Murad's contracts were magically binding. He grew colder and colder with each line, rage boiling inside of him. Sira was to be mentored in the skills needed to be an assassin with the Black Operations, and to utilize those skills in the field. No, not some nice safe job that would keep her indoors and out of harm's way. Of course not. He growled angrily, glaring at Murad.
"I'll be her mentor." he said, struggling to keep his voice even and calm while he was seething with anger inside.
Murad nodded blankly as Aeydan herded Sira out of the room, trying not to growl and startle her. He had felt the magic rolling off of that contract. He should have reinforced the hypnosis long ago to ensure Murad didn't pull something like this.
Fuck him.
The contract was magically binding, like all of them. Unlike all the other contracts, hers had the stink of death in the ink. Trying to break it would result in Sira's death. The little Werecat had no idea what she had just done by signing that contract. He urged her to her room, locking the door behind them and trying his best not to break the handle off in his fury.
"I'm going to fucking kill him." he whispered under his breath. Sira's head tilted behind him, but Aeydan ignored it for now, trying to regain his composure. He had no qualms killing his own boss, especially after this. Unnerved, Sira plopped onto her bed and splayed out, resting her tired little body. Her tail rested by her right leg, tip flicking every now and then. Aeydan turned to hear her humming quietly to herself. Perfect. Something to distract himself with.
"What're you singing?" he asked softly, staying where he was.
"Look Into My Eyes by Killa C," she murmured, causing Aeydan to frown.
"You... Listen to Killa C..."
"Yup! Suicide and Look Into My Eyes are my faves so far."
"Those are the only two you've heard, aren't they?" Aeydan asked with a slight smirk.
Sira gave him a sheepish grin. "Y'can't control the radio stations," she said in defense, sitting up, ears shifting out to the sides.
"Eh... I'll see about gettin' a laptop in here for you. That should keep you occupied for awhile." Aeydan murmured, walking over to sit beside her. He patted her arm and earned a glare in return, causing him to chuckle. "Don't make me bite you."
"I bite back." Sira growled, baring her teeth menacingly.
"I'm soooo scared," Aeydan laughed.
Chapter Twelve:
Signatures
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"Pfft," Sira replied with a smirk towards the soldier. "You're just jealous."
"She's right, Daniels. I never said she couldn't use her claws... Although by that right... I should be allowed to use my fangs." Aeydan said, smirking at the girl. He wouldn't actually bring his teeth into play; she was FAR too young for something that could easily become... kinky. He was about to say something else when he noticed the Head striding across the sparring field and towards them. Sira stiffened beside him, growling.
"Calm, kiddo..." he murmured.
"Ah, Murad..." he greeted the Head as he moved closer. The man nodded and looked towards Sira.
"I, uh... I'd like to talk to you. In private." he mumbled.
"Only if Aeydan's there," she growled back.
Murad nodded dumbly and turned to walk away. Aeydan followed after, his hand on Sira's shoulder as she sheathed her sword and claws, mumbling curses under her breath. He gave her a faint squeeze as a caution, and the volume of her curses dropped to below human level. The Head couldn't hear a word, but Aeydan could hear every curse she spat at him. They dutifully followed the Head to his office, Aeydan closing the door quietly behind them and locking it.
"What is it, Murad." His tone of voice kept it from sounding like a question, more a gruff statement. Sira was stiff beside him. Her behaviour around the Head was always somewhat erratic, and he was going to have to do his best to keep her from harming his boss. He stepped in front of her slightly, hearing the grinding of her teeth against each other.
"Huh? Oh, yes." Murad looked towards Sira, staring at her mildly. She met his gaze unblinkingly. "I've got a, er, proposal for you, Syta, or whatever your name is."
"Sira," she growled in correction.
"Sira, then," Murad mumbled, opening a drawer in his desk and extracting a piece of paper from it. "Erm, well, I've got this erm, contract for you." It was clear to Aeydan that his hypnosis had scrambled a few of the synapses of the Head's brain, not that he really cared.
"What kind of contract?" Sira asked, head tilted to the left slightly. Her tail twitched a small bit, her ears shifting up in curiosity.
"One that will allow you to join us at Black Operations," Aeydan clarified, watching Murad warily.
"Yes, that." Murad replied, pushing the paper towards Sira.
She picked it up and examined it. The entire document was written in English, and while she had gotten much better at reading and speaking it, she still couldn't understand some of the words. Her pride got the best of her, though, and she refused to ask for help from Aeydan, pretending to understand every single word of the contract.
That decision would come back to haunt her in the future.
She grabbed a pen from Murad's desk and signed on the line where it asked for her signature. It was small and scrawling, suiting her personality.
Too late to see what she had meant to do, Aeydan pulled the paper away from her and read through it carefully, groaning. She should have handed the contract to him before signing it; all of Murad's contracts were magically binding. He grew colder and colder with each line, rage boiling inside of him. Sira was to be mentored in the skills needed to be an assassin with the Black Operations, and to utilize those skills in the field. No, not some nice safe job that would keep her indoors and out of harm's way. Of course not. He growled angrily, glaring at Murad.
"I'll be her mentor." he said, struggling to keep his voice even and calm while he was seething with anger inside.
Murad nodded blankly as Aeydan herded Sira out of the room, trying not to growl and startle her. He had felt the magic rolling off of that contract. He should have reinforced the hypnosis long ago to ensure Murad didn't pull something like this.
Fuck him.
The contract was magically binding, like all of them. Unlike all the other contracts, hers had the stink of death in the ink. Trying to break it would result in Sira's death. The little Werecat had no idea what she had just done by signing that contract. He urged her to her room, locking the door behind them and trying his best not to break the handle off in his fury.
"I'm going to fucking kill him." he whispered under his breath. Sira's head tilted behind him, but Aeydan ignored it for now, trying to regain his composure. He had no qualms killing his own boss, especially after this. Unnerved, Sira plopped onto her bed and splayed out, resting her tired little body. Her tail rested by her right leg, tip flicking every now and then. Aeydan turned to hear her humming quietly to herself. Perfect. Something to distract himself with.
"What're you singing?" he asked softly, staying where he was.
"Look Into My Eyes by Killa C," she murmured, causing Aeydan to frown.
"You... Listen to Killa C..."
"Yup! Suicide and Look Into My Eyes are my faves so far."
"Those are the only two you've heard, aren't they?" Aeydan asked with a slight smirk.
Sira gave him a sheepish grin. "Y'can't control the radio stations," she said in defense, sitting up, ears shifting out to the sides.
"Eh... I'll see about gettin' a laptop in here for you. That should keep you occupied for awhile." Aeydan murmured, walking over to sit beside her. He patted her arm and earned a glare in return, causing him to chuckle. "Don't make me bite you."
"I bite back." Sira growled, baring her teeth menacingly.
"I'm soooo scared," Aeydan laughed.