Thread: Mistaken Identities [Raziel99 x AkumaTsuki]

Quickly shutting the door to the townhouse behind her, the brunette glanced once more at a tiny torn scrap of paper, before quickly crumpling it in her hand, shoving it in her muff. The tell tale chill of the encroaching winter hung heavily in the air, mixing with the gray plumes of smoke billowing up in the distance from the newly built factories on the horizon. In all outward appearance she looked the part of the perfect maiden of middle to upper society, a wonderful skill that had come in handy with previous jobs. Play the part, lure them in fast and quickly get out of town before the authorities were alerted. Having to explain anything even remotely odd to these people would land you in an asylum faster than you could say Malkavian, ironically enough one of the few clans that truly unnerved her. Their instability made them hard to anticipate when they acted. The clip clop sound as her dress boots hit the pavement under her layered skirts, made her grimace slightly, how could she stay fully alert to everything around her when there were so many sounds. The cries of children wanting items in the store front windows, the hawkers calling out their wares, and even the carriages that congested the streets. Kaia wasnt even fully sure of this assignment, simply that she had finished riding Perth of a particularly blood thirsty Ventrue, whos discerning tastes had rid the small village near Glasgow of almost all of the towns virgins. She huffed, exhaling a small plume of steam from her lips. She should have dragged a chaperone along for this excursion unmarried women still were restricted in movements in this pompous city. The only issue had been her only available contact was a foolish redeemer. How pathetic. She was sent to kill those that threatened the natural order humans had establishedthat they were the rulers of this world Not some unnatural creature. It may be a solitary battle at times, but it was one she felt the need to continue. She was one of the few female hunters trying to rid the world of this vampiritic infection, or at least that she knew of. Shed get jabs about her place being in the home at the hearth, but slowly she hoped to be gaining the respect of the few other hunters she crossed paths with. Clutching the stake hidden alongside the small vial of holy water concealed in the white rabbit fur muff, she held back the urge to pull it on the lewd brick layer who wolf whistled at her as she passed him. Just a little longer and she could be rid of these skirts, over cinched corset and silly bustle. While she thought the tiny hat that matched her forest green day habit pleasant, it wasnt enough to keep her in this dress. The maid had insisted that her, what she thought was a petite waist, too large be appealing and over laced the horrid garment. How was she supposed to do much of anything in this condition? The cobbled stones gave way to grass and with that the woods leading up towards the mountain that loomed high over the city casting a dark shadow with the setting sun. She felt out of place in her somewhat finer attire, but if this assignment went wrong, it would be easier to disappear in the crowd dressed as they were instead of in more work appropriate clothing. No need to be accused of being a transvestite once more. Her gray green eyes scanned the horizon cautiously, she listened, thankful for the quieter nature of the place. Aside from the occasional rusting of leaves in the wind, she heard nothing out of the ordinary. She was apprehensive to light the small lantern hanging at her waist, lest she give away her position. The night was still young and she couldnt wait for it to end.