SEVENTEENTH SHOT

[dog_eat_dog]

[It’s no coincidence that Tess has been quiet for a new weeks, what with what’s happened in her household, but well, she’s never been one to hide. She might drop off the radar, or change her identity, but she’d never hide.

Only cowards hide.

Despite the weather turning warmer, Tess is in a thick sweater with the collar drawn around her tightly, sitting on the front steps of the castle. Those first few weeks of spring are nice after a cold winter, and she’s looking forward to a summer –– hopefully one more easygoing than the spring they’ve had, or the winter before it.

Tess balances her journal on her knees and flips through it idly. After a moment she gives a huff of exasperation.]

Missing rooms, super strength, magic, weddings…

Just once I’d like to open the journal and talk about old episodes of some TV show or something normal. There are so many TV shows I wish I’d gotten to see the ending to. I never got to see that Carrie movie, or see if Miley Cyrus ended up in rehab.

Such a piss-off.

Comments

[molotov]

People who want a professional.

[dog_eat_dog]

I doubt a place overrun with violence like that wouldn't have a single professional.

[molotov]

Not reliable ones.

[Molotov is starting to sound on-edge. She came here to be cordial and extend an olive branch of sorts, and Tess thinks it's her place to question the reputation of one of the greatest mercenaries in the world? Negotiations are about to break down!]

[dog_eat_dog]

Whatever. You're the one who worked there, I just know how shitholes go.

[molotov]

Not every shithole is the exact same.

[dog_eat_dog]

People are the same.

[molotov]

No. Some people are better at what they do than others. And I am the best.

[dog_eat_dog]

So you've said numerous times now. Don't worry, I'll take your word for it.

[molotov]

[There's a huge sigh.]

You know, trying to offer you an olive branch is a waste of time, isn't it?