Thread: Unseen War (Tyria & Ink.Knight)

I suspect I'd feel the same way if I had a name like this, Inna nodded compassionately, proving once again you didn't need to possess the Y chromosome to have social awareness of an empty coke can. Isn't it a male name anyway? Did your parents yearn for a son to such degree they didn't have a back-up female name in the reserve and decided to go with their original plan or is this just English being quirky again? Man, and this happens when I think I've got everything figured out. Anglophones can be so bizarre sometimes. Oddly enough, there wasn't a trace of demeaning tone in her questions despite their intrusiveness just genuine curiosity sprinkled with with a dash of astonishment. For someone who had sowed death and destruction mere minutes ago, Inna sure looked startlingly innocent in her child-like wonder. Anyway, just to follow the time-tested protocol, my name is Inna Iosifovna. Introducing herself with patronymics instead of surname which essentially meant Inna, daughter of Iosif may have been both old-fashioned and technically inaccurate, but the habit ran so deep she couldn't unlearn it no matter what. It's an honor to meet you, Avery. The vampire raised her own glass and let the alcohol tickle her taste buds lightly, not bothering to explain anything to the likely confused girl. At least not yet. Revealing all the crucial info at the same time would totally destroy the dramatic tension she had been building so diligently. Besides, the liquor was exquisite enough to demand her full attention at the moment. Why spoil the enjoyment with multitasking when they had all the time in the world? William could probably hold the barrier for days to come even with one arm tied behind his back, so there was really no rush. Putting her empty glass on the counter, Inna turned back to the rebellious human. I assume you'd like to know what's going to happen to you now. Or maybe you've already surrendered to fatalism and don't care in which case too bad, I'm still going to explain. This little incident you've witnessed occurred because your master messed with the wrong people. My master, if we want to enter into particulars. Given these conditions, you and other... let's be politically correct for the sake of mutual respect and use the term employees for now... shouldn't get involved at all because hey, not your fault, right? Unfortunately, Inna began and her voice surprisingly did betray some degree of sympathy, grey is the theory and green is the tree of life. The fact is we can't just let you go because you humans have the nasty tendency to speak when your mouth should remain shut. In practice, this means you're going to work for us instead. Inna didn't like the fact they were entangled in the same kind of business, but mafia wasn't charity and not providing the same services as their competition would eventually cost them too much. You just couldn't have the cake and eat it, too. This doesn't apply to you, of course, since you've proven to be too undisciplined for this kind of job. In truth, I should probably just kill you and get it over with, but I do admit I find you intriguing, so I'm going to make you an offer. If you agree, I will claim you as a prize for this successful raid. You will be legally mine with everything it entails, meaning you won't have to please random customers anymore. Granted, you will still be obligated to serve me in any way I see fit, but I am a better candidate for the position of your master than most. As long as you behave yourself, I can even whip you into shape and transform all that pent-up anger into skill of a true warrior which can be utilized to get the sweet revenge on those that got you into this situation in the first place. The potential is definitely there, all I have to do is awaken it. Alternatively, you can just die. I wouldn't dare to deprive you of the freedom of choice, Inna concluded the monologue with shrugging her shoulders and looked at Avery with the question clearly written in her eyes.