A bad omen (Open to all)

[Saku Hinamora]

Rivulets and spirals of water beneath the bridge moved gently with the wind, causing it to lap like the sea on the underside of the bridge. Cold eyes focussed on the breaking waters watering as the surged up the arc of the bridge and back down, a harsh wind sipping at the hair that normally lay over her face, throwing it out behind her.

On the edge of the bridge, Saku sat, as she had done for over an hour now, totally motionless, legs dangling over the oblivion above the slowly darkening waters. Night was dawning, the sun retreating behind the horizon to rest itself for yet another battle with the darkness when morning came.

The first stars were beginning to show, low in the east sky, surrounded by the inky darkness that was only just beginning to develop. And for once, Saku felt relieved. She was on her own, or as alone as she could be on the busy bridge of Ganura, but the crowds of people had thinned considerably since she first arrived, now retreating to warm homes, hot fires and a good dinner.

Her own thoughts had not yet turned to finding herself some place to sleep, and she was in fact, not all that interested on the matter right now, she was more concerned with her dream. Her dream had changed, the dream that she had had every night since she left home, it had changed. Every time she killed of course, another corpse found its way into the net of her dreams, hung grotesquly from the blackened ceiling of the endless, stone cathedral in her mind, but there had been a great change.

In her dream, her wires had snapped, she had heard it, in the darkness that usually possesed her dreams, the only noises her own breathing and the pattering of blood, like a rainstorm, she had heard the crack as the wire snapped, some distance away, out of her sight.

But she had heard no thump, as she expected, no crashing of a broken corpse, and she knew it's eyes still watched her, as they all did, as she stood in her dreamworks, wrapped in her own wires.

It worried her, the dreams, it had never happened before, and it felt like a bad omen, and although her impassive face showed nothing, she was deeply concerned inside with no way to understand her concern.

[Lu-Nai]

Lu-Nai walked slowly down the bridge admiring the architecture. It was a mighty structure, branching the mainland to the Shirezei's Isle. Such a nice night for journey, a cool breeze washed over the lands, brushing over the grasses and causing ripples in the water. The stars were already out, watching over the people below and the moon was the only source of light, shedding a white wash over the black bridge.

He was on route to Hasekura's estate to rest up for a few days, then arrange the transfer of weapons from Ganura to the Monastery.

Just ahead sat a woman, her legs dangled over the water. A single guard walked past behind her, slowly trudging towards the end of the bridge.

The Monk looked at her. She looked young, perhaps only 18.

"Watching the fish?" He called playfully.

Lu-Nai didn't worry for her safety, this was after all Ganura lands, there were no bandits for miles around and with the strict caste system of the Shirezei crime was extremely low.

[Saku Hinamora]

Eyes stared intent on the water, darkening with the fall of the sun as it disapeared below the horizon. She could hear the spalshing and gurgling as it was blown by the chilly breeze that kept her vision clear of hair. She also heard a voice, at first, she didn't think it was speaking to her, at first she thought it was directed at someone else, but when no answer came, she could only presume she had been the desired target.

She turned, her dark, exhausted looking eyes focussed on a point where she thought the voice might have been coming from, there stood a monk, or at least, he looked like a monk. Didn't she have orders... she didn't care, orders were not important right now.

"The fish are beyond vision." She saud coldly, her eyes focussing on him, seeping a feeling that suggested total impassiveness, or perhaps disregard, it was not her usual glare, full of the intent to maim, destroy and kill, she was too tired for that. She wondered if monks knew anything about dreams...

[xander46]

Walking down the path way towards the bridge, Syn moved casually amongst the diminishing populace of the streets. His walk was slow, relaxed and purposeful. His destiation was the bridge. There stood two figures on that bridge. One of which he could tell was a monk. The other he wasn't so sure of. Having fairly decent eye sight, he could tell that the other one was pale white. It gave him the impression of an assassin and being a good judge of people from merely looks alone, he would say that his impression was right.

Several minutes later had Syn walking along the bridge. His loose crimson pants whispered softly as his black combat boots thudded across he wooden planks on the bridge. His katana clinked lightly at his side with each stride. His right arm hung where it normally did; inside his deep necked black coat. (He was basically using his coat as a sling for his right arm.) Onyx black armor gleamed dully in the fading light on his right hand and cheek.

Upon reachig the two people. He looked at each in turn before bowing formally to the monk and then to the young lady. "Its a nice night isn't? Very peaceful and relaxing." he said quietly to them with a smile. His voice was cool, calm and didn't give away anything in particular. In fact one could almost call it cold and calculating had they the sense to tell the difference.

[Lu-Nai]

Lu-Nai frowned at the girl. She seemed disillutioned, depressed even. It was odd of this pretty teenager to be sitting alone in the dark. The monk remained silent but took a few slow steps towards the girl. Another person slowly joined the two, possibly the Warrior fabled in these lands as Syn.

"Very beautiful, tonight." He replied politely, though his meditated mind was with the girl. She gave a strange aura, it was cold and dark, very evil for a moment. He'd felt nothing this demoralizing in his life.

[xander46]

A look of concern crossed Syn's face. "Is there something wrong? You seem distracted..." Moving closer, he looked at the girl and then back at the monk. The girl had a strange aura around her. I was cold and depressing at the moment. However Syn had a feeling that, as well as caught, murderous impulses lay within the aura.

Moving closer to the monk, he leaned forward and put a barely audible whisper in his ear. "Be wary of her...she is trained to kill...I can feel it." he moved away and took a seat on the opposite side of the bridge. Actually, he ended up laying down on the railing ad studying the night sky.