!!b5IxBuu9REZ 09/23/11(Fri)03:01 No.16394197|
Armitage had been having a good night. Earlier she'd met a delightful young cleric, and had gotten on quite well with the "Hammer Maidens" accompanying her. She'd just finished a lovely meal of roast lamb with the pair, and they were now walking down the nearly deserted city streets making small talk. The wayside lamps cast off a soft, warm glow, and the night sky was perfectly clear. For the first time in a long while, between the good food, the carefree easy conversation, the warm night and the dreamy lighting, Armitage felt perfectly content and peaceful. On their way, she chanced a look into a little hole in the wall by the name of Cleaver McLean's, and stopped.
"Oh...Oh my, ah, excuse me, I uh, need to, my friend you see...W-well it was a very lovely night. I'll see you t-tomorrow, then?" she stammered to her slightly bewildered companions, before turning and stepping into the dimly lit, sparsely populated tavern.
Her hair was a mess, thick with stale sweat and cigarette smoke, the dark circles under her eyes now practically pitch black. Her coat had been cast off, hanging defeated from the back of her chair, her shirt wrinkled and flecked with blood. A new bandage covered her arm. She had just sat back down, sneering at an Aeon man that Armitage didn't recognize. She sat heavily, leaning far over her glass, the look of triumph soon souring into a dour frown. Armitage walked up behind Isane, put her arms around her waist, and gently laid her head on her shoulder
"Come on, love, it's been a long day."