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Every time Anise snuck out she never gets tired smelling the thrill of escaping her brother’s clutches. It never felt like it was getting old for her to outsmart her brother’s tactics in keeping her safely tucked away inside Piros, if it was up to the man she’ll never need to leave the city to venture into the worlds unknown. She supposed it came with knowing just how far Lucifer would go in the name of protection. It was a fine mid-morning when the girl reached Chrysós.

Due to its proximity to Pirós, infamously nicknamed in these parts as the city of the dead the young pinkette found no further difficulties traveling those lonely six hours by foot. Through the dirt covered road lining the country sides . Birds sung their sweet morning melody as they passed by her soaring through the blue lit cloudless morning. Pastel blue dotted the clear skies, not a cloud on sight blocked the penetrating warm touch of the sun beading down from the heavens above.

A trickle of sweet drip from her temple, mixing with her skin as the drop vanished through the whiteness of the cloth of her dress no sooner had it seep into it. Mission, that’s right. The reason why she walked all those miles out in this blistering heat, Anise in all she’s worth tried to recall her reason for accepting such a task. She never found a need to before as she’s never interested in collecting gems.

If she needed it, she could collect from dear brother but the prospect of earning some by her own hands, could it be that? She shook the thought, noting that it couldn’t be that. Curiosity spearheaded the plan and the fact that she had some other business in Chrysós that day furthered her into taking it. Nothing wrong with doing a few side jobs here and there isn’t it? She chuckled at her own menial joke as she entered through the commerce district. Immediately the area burst into life humans in all walks of life flock the streets making it seemed as a sea of bobbing heads, moving as though being led by the current of winds circling overhead.

She grasped through her pockets, her hands casually feeling through for a crumbled note tucked somewhere in there. She found it, wedged deep in there as she pulled it out into the open. There was a single word scribbled onto it to make sure she didn’t forget the meeting area. Edward’s tavern, it should in theory be around here. She veered her head left to right, scanning the signs for her target. She saw it tucked between two other establishments she found no need to name. Quickening her steps into a half jog, half walk she landed herself right in front of it. This is it, images played on her mind as her imagination tried to play the guessing game in figuring out how her employer looked or—

No sooner had the wooden door touched her skin, Anise froze in mid pull. Her senses begged her not open that door, whispering harsh tones of warning through her ears sent her nerves to tip slightly. Strange, she dabbled onto the though some more before it left with a quick dismissal of a mental hand. She pushed it open, in sync with the shouts that broke the peaceful rowdiness of the bar. She sighed slightly, smelling the putrid stench of alcohol staining the draft from within. She prepared herself for this the same second she saw the word ‘tavern’ written on the meeting place.

A few things fell out of place here, one is the seemingly innocently female dressed in a hooded tribal cloak, second is the shockingly red headed man retracting thin string like objects that closely resembled metallic wires. She blinked, side stepping in time for a man to sped out of the building. Her eyes scanned around as they landed on another form that clearly looked outplace in this picture. A young noble from the looks of it, blond hair don up in a fashion fitting a woman of grace along with the white dress that held the older woman form. She blinked again, logic dictates that this must be the client as that’s the only reason logical enough for one to be in a place like this. Further down to the bars, her eyes...caught something she swore broke the image of her temporary freedom. She saw him, more than a few times in the compound, a regular that her brother sends on certain jobs. Anise held back the thought of slapping her palm straight at her forehead as she approached. “That looked like some rather nasty business.” She spoke as if speaking about the weather. She broke her silence.

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Trouble often followed the girl like an obedient tail closely attached to her hind quarters. The winds shifted, the air thickened with tenseness as she paused for a moment to glimpse the gathering crowds. Her ears twitched, voices broke through the scenic market dabbles like a knife slicing though room temperature butter. She weighed in her choices at that brief passing of time. To let her curious nature whom had been rouse from its slumber to view the offending scene that tarnished her relaxing break.

Or to turn a blind eye and walk away without batting one of those long lashes lining her oceanic colored eyes. She in all state of logic found no reason to get involve in petty mundane squabbles created by the citizenry of such a bigotry race. Ouch...

She didn’t flinch at the insult she threw at her brethren—the thought made her scoff, turning heel away from the loud, shrilled yells coming from within the growing crowd she took note how fast it attracted the others towards the scene. Like moths casually being drawn to a flame a few shadows played within the crowds, she caught their quick systematic movements plucking at the wallets of those unsuspected souls. Oh someone was going to have a lighter purse later on but that didn’t worry the young girl.

Hell she couldn’t care less as she presented just now when she ignored the whispering crowds followed by the cry of outrage that fueled the crowds desire to stay. It was beginning to cause her head to ache. She sighed softly, “Ahh that man never learns does he?” She heard the old lady manning the fruit store commented. Blue orbs blinked ever so slightly, letting her lashes fluttered as she glanced up impassively. “I’m guessing this happens often then?” She queried, eyeing the ripened shade of the tomatoes and apples while she contemplated on purchasing a few for dinner tonight. Tomato soup and maybe some venison cuts, Lucifer wont mind the girl thought. Her dear brother wasn’t a picky eater even for man of a fate she simply didn’t bother understanding. The woman snorted hearing her comment. “Oh more than a few times.” Chuckled the aged lady, taking one of the apples she had on display and a cloth from her side the woman then began polishing it as she continued to speak. “Many things happens in this market child, that’s how we keep things interesting.” It was there Anise made a mental note to study more about human interaction. She shook her head lightly motioning towards the apples and tomatoes. “I’ll take five of each...” She spoke, already digging through her coin purse for the required gems. The old woman settled the apple down as she began bagging the girl’s purchase. “That’s be 10 gems dear.” She said.

Handing the money over the girl made quick farewells. She had a lot still on her list that needed to be dealt with. This wasn’t even part of it more of a side trip than anything else. She followed the path just as the thicket of people began to dim down to a few walking down the streets vendors still flocked the each side trying to outsell each other. She looked around, turning her head side to side as her face held its eternal mask of boredom.

As she prepared herself to look towards the right side, she remembered having purchased some of the things she needed right around this alley something, twitched from behind one of the stands, her sharp eyes quickly locked onto the target. A cat perhaps? Curious she approached, her steps falling silent to the many feet walking through the same ground she did as she moved closer.

Let’s just say it’s a rare ordeal for her to be caught off guard. It wasn’t something she’d like either. Her eyes grew wide, for that moment she allowed herself the brief luxury of her mask cracking from the site that beheld her to the ground. Fox ears sitting upon the hair of a light haired gentleman, she cant be mistaken...right? But he’s dead... no one could have survive those rapids but they never found a body either. Crud...Anise felt the coming of a headache as she silently moved over, without warning, she literally told hold of his ears and pulled stretching it at either sides, there was a second reason she was doing this, she had to make sure before she outrights gets the temptation to be the devil incarnate.

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