[ She'd boasted at the wrong group, made promises she couldn't keep, and now - well, she's found the only empty bar in the entire city. Or so she thought. Alucard's presence is a bit of a hindrance in her plan (such as it is) but she's given him his warning, and he's still here. She can't order him out. She can only suggest. Her style of combat isn't a protective one, despite being taught by the Royal Protector. It's far more sly and opportunistic than that.
She finishes her drink, pours herself another one. Alucard might notice the cloth wrapped, so expert and snug, around her dominant hand. It's not a bandage; she isn't quite that subtle. Beneath it, the Outsider's mark chafes and burns, itching impotently, unhappy that the magics it gifted her are chained down so deep.
Emily quite dislikes it too. Maybe if she'd still had her far reach abilities, she could have finished the damn job. Some Empress, she thinks, as if her capacity for mercenary work and her ability to govern isles she may never see again are in any way linked. ]
Fine. [ It's a bit curt, but that's just how she speaks. ] Finish your sludge. I can't waste my time trying to protect you.
[ On the far side of the room, the door slams open with enough force to rattle the hinges and spread a tremble through the walls.
It's the comfort of habit, and little else, that makes her tug up a thin scarf from the collar of her coat and slip it over her mouth and nose. ]
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She finishes her drink, pours herself another one. Alucard might notice the cloth wrapped, so expert and snug, around her dominant hand. It's not a bandage; she isn't quite that subtle. Beneath it, the Outsider's mark chafes and burns, itching impotently, unhappy that the magics it gifted her are chained down so deep.
Emily quite dislikes it too. Maybe if she'd still had her far reach abilities, she could have finished the damn job. Some Empress, she thinks, as if her capacity for mercenary work and her ability to govern isles she may never see again are in any way linked. ]
Fine. [ It's a bit curt, but that's just how she speaks. ] Finish your sludge. I can't waste my time trying to protect you.
[ On the far side of the room, the door slams open with enough force to rattle the hinges and spread a tremble through the walls.
It's the comfort of habit, and little else, that makes her tug up a thin scarf from the collar of her coat and slip it over her mouth and nose. ]