Post by Admin on Apr 28, 2010 16:32:27 GMT -5
"Killing common mortals is no challenge to me." A beautiful blonde remarked snootily, running a pale hand through her long hair. "Why could the Madame not send someone less...competent for such a dull task? "
"The mortals were a threat, Giselle." Her companion, a taller, bright-eyed female remarked. Her tone was flat and her eyes narrowed; she resented having to work with Giselle, but she knew better than to question their leader's wisdom. "Their daughter should have thought before she told her parents of her condition."
"It is not as if they could harm us, Illda. They have no power." Giselle countered, leering at a bloodstain that dared soil her collar. "Ugh! Did you need to save the fat pig for me? His blood has soiled my shirt."
"Then wash it." Illda remarked carelessly.
Giselle huffed, insulted.
"Get moving. We have to receive our next assignment before our targets start moving around." Illda picked up the pace as she turned a corner.
"I think that we could use a break." Giselle insisted, deliberately lagging behind. "Besides, the young girl is becoming rebellious. Perhaps there will not even be an assignment."
"We put her in her place last time. We'll do it again if she continues to be difficult...and up the stakes." Illda suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Giselle, who was by this time thinking of everything but missions, nearly ran smack into her companion. "Why are you not going? I thought we had to go, go, go!" She scowled, waving her hands in exasperation.
"Quiet. There's someone here."
Giselle huffed again; she hated being told to be quiet. She crossed her arms over her chest and scanned the area. "Well I don't see anyone. Maybe you are working too much. You are getting para-noid."
"The mortals were a threat, Giselle." Her companion, a taller, bright-eyed female remarked. Her tone was flat and her eyes narrowed; she resented having to work with Giselle, but she knew better than to question their leader's wisdom. "Their daughter should have thought before she told her parents of her condition."
"It is not as if they could harm us, Illda. They have no power." Giselle countered, leering at a bloodstain that dared soil her collar. "Ugh! Did you need to save the fat pig for me? His blood has soiled my shirt."
"Then wash it." Illda remarked carelessly.
Giselle huffed, insulted.
"Get moving. We have to receive our next assignment before our targets start moving around." Illda picked up the pace as she turned a corner.
"I think that we could use a break." Giselle insisted, deliberately lagging behind. "Besides, the young girl is becoming rebellious. Perhaps there will not even be an assignment."
"We put her in her place last time. We'll do it again if she continues to be difficult...and up the stakes." Illda suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Giselle, who was by this time thinking of everything but missions, nearly ran smack into her companion. "Why are you not going? I thought we had to go, go, go!" She scowled, waving her hands in exasperation.
"Quiet. There's someone here."
Giselle huffed again; she hated being told to be quiet. She crossed her arms over her chest and scanned the area. "Well I don't see anyone. Maybe you are working too much. You are getting para-noid."
