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/ PLS man, do it again

     “ i did not contact anyone yet. “  her hands stayed to her sides, still in view. but they trembled. she could hear his footsteps, tapping and sending messages on his phone. when she was asked about her name she hesitated. did she give him the name she took for herself here, or her given name? 
            
                 “ my name is aelith tarisi. i have somewhere to go, but please, i need help.”  with her given name would come everything else she was hiding. with shaky fingers she reached up to pull off her hat. her pointed ears flicked forward through the waterfall of silver hair. 
            
                 “ i am not human. i am not meant to be here. i was only going to be here for a short time. “  those plans were thwarted the moment all of this happened. she blinked, glancing around at the scene she was standing in. “ i was in danger. i had to do it. no one is supposed to know that i am here.” 
            
            @godkins 

⠀⠀⠀ saint stared at her for a long, stilled moment, silent in his prelude. he watched the way emotion stirred beneath the sound of her voice, the subtle shake in her body seeping through despite her stillness. evidence of her self-defense lingered in the remnants of tension and the bloodstains she carried.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀   “do you have a place you can stay for the night? i need to get this cleaned up.” he reached for his cellphone. the old device was already pinging with messages, several missed calls stacked atop one another. saint beckoned for the woman to follow, sauntering toward the broken, flickering light in the kitchen as he sent off short replies.         he pinged the cleanup team, then slipped the phone back into his pocket, coming to a halt amid what remained of the shattered mess.
            
            ⠀⠀   “did you contact the authorities?” reaching up, he squeezed his eyes shut. the damage was horrendous, enough to make him wonder how this woman’s hands had moved quickly enough to survive, let alone kill a demon twice her size.      “i’ll need your legal name and occupation if you haven’t.”
            
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     “ no, no one else. “   her head would lower. not out of shame. just acceptance. she would face whatever consequences came her way. the evidence was there. on her skin, her hands, clothes. she couldn’t hide it and wouldn’t try to. her cover was blown. she inhaled deeply, body still shaking from the adrenaline rush. 
            “ i will do what needs to be done. i just … i need a moment.” 
            
            @godkins 

✘┆for now ..

✘┆you're forgiven I guess....

✘┆:(( you hate me don't you kal .... 

    ❛  @godkins  ❜
            
            ‘ look, ’    she  said,  straightening,  turning   to  face  him  fully,  her  hand  settling  on  the  counter  with  quiet  finality.   ‘ there’s  plenty   of  amazing  weapons  in  here.  certified.  balanced.  built  for  creatures  that  don’t  bleed  right  or  die  easy.  pick  any,  i’ll  even  add  a  discount  to  it.  ammunition,  charms,  binding  seals,  whatever  keeps  you  breathing.  but,   that   weapon   you  mentioned.   we  don’t  carry  anything   of   that  sort.  not  anymore.  maybe  you’ll  have  a  better  luck  at  other  stores. ’

    ❛  @godkins  ❜
            
            (  ..  )  knowing   two  meant  he  wanted   a  second  weapon,   she  turned,  unlocking  the  case  with  a  practiced  twist.  she  reached  for  the  shotgun,   sliding  it  back  into  its  warded  housing,  the  seal  clicking  shut  as  the  sigils  dulled.  her  gaze  swept  the  wall  behind  her,  racks  of  silvered  blades,  cold-forged  and  balanced,  sanctum  etched  rounds  sealed  in  leaded  glass,  iron  traps  infused  with  binding  salts  and  containment  marks,  deciding  what  she  should   give  him.  he  seemed  like  a  picky   man,   though   many  of  her  customers   were.  professionals  always  were.   she  let  her  fingers  trail  along  the  counter  as  she  spoke,  tapping  once  against  the  glass.      ‘ silvered  barrels,  cold  forged.  salt  lined  chambers.  runic  scoring  calibrated  for  regenerative  tissue. ’      her  gaze  flicked  briefly  to  the  racks  behind  her.      ‘ blades  tempered  in  consecrated  oil,  weighted  for  tendon  severance.  iron  traps  bound  with  containment  sigils,  rated  for  tier  three  entities  and  below.  nothing  unstable.  nothing  that  turns  on  the  user. ’      she  paused,  watching  him  closely,  noting  the  smallest  shift  in  his  stance.      ‘ every  piece  here  is  registered  under  hunter  provision  law.  traceable.  replaceable.  meant  to  end  a  threat,  not  start  one. ’     (  ..  )   but  how  he  heard  about  rurik’s   sword   was  beyond  her,  and  the  fact  she  was  the  only   one  who’d  inherited  its  custody,  making  her   the  official  keeper,  registrar,  and  guardian  under  old  accords  that  still  carried  weight.   grier  frowned,  a  slow  breath  drawn  through  her  nose,  feeling   tension  begin  to  rise  in  her  shoulders,  fingers  flexing  once  at  her  side.

    ❛  @godkins  ❜
            
            grier  stares  at  him  with  a  perplexed  expression.  this  wasn’t  some  ordinary  invention,  not  even  a  common  shop,  but  a  licensed  operation  bound  by  very  specific  clauses  and  loopholes.  relic  permits.  sanctified  alloys.  contracts  signed  under  names  that  never  made  it  into  public  registries.  many  infamous  hunters,   and  high  ranking  officials  came  through  these  doors,  men  and  women  who  dealt  in  containment,  eradication,  and  aftermath.  they  bought  weapons  skillfully  designed  to  kill   anything  classified  as  inhuman,   aberrant,   or   unregistered,   items  never  never  meant  to  be  turned  on  a  living  person.    resting  her  chin  on  her  palm  perched,  elbow  pressed  against  the  reinforced  glass,  faint  etchings  of  warding  sigils  catching  the  light.  grier   watched   the  man  carefully,  tracking  his  breathing,  the  way  his  fingers  hovered  too  close  to  his  coat,  picking  him  apart   through  her  eyes.        ‘ i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about. ’      she  lied,  softening  her  voice,  smoothing  the  edge  from  it.  her  eyes  gilded  to  the  two  coins  he  slid  towards  her  across   the  glass  display,  metal  whispering  softly  as  they  came  to  rest,  and  she  reached  for  them,  lifting  one  to  test  its  weight,  raising  a  curious  brow.          ‘ and  you  don’t  talk  much,  do  you? ’   she  added,   casually,   fingers  closing  around  the  coins  before  they  vanished  beneath  the  counter.