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WHO: Abigail Hobbs and one open, one closed, one semi-open
WHERE: Sanctum Aurorae and Olin Vale.
WHEN: Before the Snyod
WHAT: Abigail's training and hunting.
WARNINGS: Violence and one death.
One. Open, Sanctum
Abigail had been granted a special power with knives, combining that with amazing knives that had been dreamt up for her, made her very happy. She could often be found in a training area, throwing the knives at targets with her eyes closed or attacking dummies. When she took a break, she'd likely found still using her knives, perhaps carving an intricate design into small piece of fruit, or balancing a sharp knife on the tip of her finger, even juggling the knives when the mood struck her.
Two. Closed - Abigail Hobbs, Ruby and Ronan/Greywaren
Abigail normally loved the thrill of a good hunt. Today's was harder. Ruby was a girl close to her age. Close to the age of her father's victims. She had special weapons, one that could tranquilize her, without having to put a bullet or a knife in her. It was merciful, she assured herself. She would know why she deserved this. Once she had brought her back to the Greywaren, he could dream her up more powerful gear and put down Ruby.
Abigail kept telling herself there was no reason for her to feel guilty. Ruby was the one she'd caught spying. Ruby wasn't a true member of the Sanctum, making killing her no different than an elephant stomping on a bug. That though fortified her and she lined Ruby up in the sights of her tranquilizer rifle.
Three. Abigail Hobbs and Adam Parrish, open to anyone that wants to stop Abigail from taking Adam back to the Sanctum.
Abigail had tracked the scent of the traitor all the way to Virginia, or what would have been Virginia on her world. Being in a forest again felt good, but she had a job to do. She found her way to a hidden community. She was such a good actress, having played the role of her father's bait long ago, that it was easy to plead to be let in. She would have to rely on her hidden weapons, knives, rather than her rifle.
Once inside, she blended in and went on the hunt. Her movements were fluid and precise. She was stalking her prey. It was how she had come to see most other people now. The Sanctum, Kylo and the Greywaren were the wolves and the rest were lambs. With the sanctum, she felt like powerful too, another predator. Here, she felt less safe. The thrill made up for it. Plus, she was about to capture a traitor, and bring him back. His blood would spill before his secrets. She followed Adam from a distance, waiting for a moment when he would be alone.
WHERE: Sanctum Aurorae and Olin Vale.
WHEN: Before the Snyod
WHAT: Abigail's training and hunting.
WARNINGS: Violence and one death.
One. Open, Sanctum
Abigail had been granted a special power with knives, combining that with amazing knives that had been dreamt up for her, made her very happy. She could often be found in a training area, throwing the knives at targets with her eyes closed or attacking dummies. When she took a break, she'd likely found still using her knives, perhaps carving an intricate design into small piece of fruit, or balancing a sharp knife on the tip of her finger, even juggling the knives when the mood struck her.
Two. Closed - Abigail Hobbs, Ruby and Ronan/Greywaren
Abigail normally loved the thrill of a good hunt. Today's was harder. Ruby was a girl close to her age. Close to the age of her father's victims. She had special weapons, one that could tranquilize her, without having to put a bullet or a knife in her. It was merciful, she assured herself. She would know why she deserved this. Once she had brought her back to the Greywaren, he could dream her up more powerful gear and put down Ruby.
Abigail kept telling herself there was no reason for her to feel guilty. Ruby was the one she'd caught spying. Ruby wasn't a true member of the Sanctum, making killing her no different than an elephant stomping on a bug. That though fortified her and she lined Ruby up in the sights of her tranquilizer rifle.
Three. Abigail Hobbs and Adam Parrish, open to anyone that wants to stop Abigail from taking Adam back to the Sanctum.
Abigail had tracked the scent of the traitor all the way to Virginia, or what would have been Virginia on her world. Being in a forest again felt good, but she had a job to do. She found her way to a hidden community. She was such a good actress, having played the role of her father's bait long ago, that it was easy to plead to be let in. She would have to rely on her hidden weapons, knives, rather than her rifle.
Once inside, she blended in and went on the hunt. Her movements were fluid and precise. She was stalking her prey. It was how she had come to see most other people now. The Sanctum, Kylo and the Greywaren were the wolves and the rest were lambs. With the sanctum, she felt like powerful too, another predator. Here, she felt less safe. The thrill made up for it. Plus, she was about to capture a traitor, and bring him back. His blood would spill before his secrets. She followed Adam from a distance, waiting for a moment when he would be alone.
Re: (I'm coping! And apparently losing track of time, but that's sleep related I think.)
Abigail wrapped her in a sleeping bag and blankets around that bag. It would be better if she hadn't landed in the snow. Maybe next time, she'd ask for weather equipment to be dreamed up for her. She tied straps tightly around the blankets, securing her enemy to the stretcher. When it was all done, she attached the stretcher to a special harness on her own shoulders. No different than dragging home a deer.
If Ruby woke up as she walking, Abigail could handle anything she said. She always did. This was just another tribute to get her more equipment. A cycle that kept her alive, at the cost of other lives. That was simply the way the world worked.
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It took what felt like forever to realise she was hearing snow both crushing below someone's feet and shifting beneath her. Everything had been quite muffled after all. Where had she been that had snow? Last she remembered the closest thing she'd dealt with was an early fall ice storm - DeChima was just like that sometimes. But this wasn't DeChima, was it?
"werr?" her muffled voice said, even as the entrance to the city came into view. It hadn't exactly been a short walk. No, she'd had the sense to go out quite far, after all.