Missed Appointment |
Summary: | Myrana returns from a night of investigations to find that there is a surprise waiting for her in her rented rooms. Instead of meeting it, she decides not to be horrifically murdered and heads off to find safer berth. |
Date: | IC Date |
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Somewhere out in the fog, a hand-cannon split the night open. Its report splashed off of the walls of surrounding buildings, and upset a flight of pidgeons from the belltower above.
Myrana caught herself holding her breath and then shook her head, leaping across the narrow gap between buildings, soft-soled boots clattering softly on the clay roofing tiles. Over there, at the end of an exhausting night with no leads, was the warm glow of her rooms at The Blue Lady. She could almost feel the kiss of a hot bath, and she could -definitely- feel the burning scrape from where she'd had to press herself up hard against the brick face of a building underneath a window where two men were having a most interesting conversation about the Late Robar. An interesting conversation which she heard to its end, praying that the pipe ashes that they dumped out over the window sill did not burn through her sleeve and trying to be one with the mortar.
On the edge of the next rooftop she stepped back sharply and lay down on her belly in the shadow of a chimmney, fingertips and toes prised on the tiles, as three men walked by underneath, talking softly to one another. It was dangerous to be out; Myrana was no stranger to stealth, but all the same she would prefer to be back in the company of her books.
The late Robar had been involved in some dangerous stuff; there were some people very upset at his death. She was, in fact, looking for the people who were rather pleased at their fortune in being able to suddenly move up in the world, but she'd take what she could get, and now it was time to take that information to the others. The Aequoran families were in trouble, and it was time to be going, sooner rather than later.
About to push herself up, she instead froze as from behind her there came the patter of running feet approaching fast over the rooftops. Before she could do more than that, three cloaked figures ran past, leaping over the gap and landing on the opposite rooftop with a quiick succession of footfalls; big men, but quiet! She could hear the slap of knives on their thighs and smell the tobacco clinging to their clothes.
They hadn't seen her; they'd run right past, not seeing her in the shadow of the chimney. But where were they going? She watched, and then felt a horrible chill as she saw where they were headed.
First one, then the other two, landed on the roof of The Blue Lady and then drop down onto the balcony porch where she had, only yesterday, spoken with Varian and seen Robar's head. They pressed themselves to the shuttered doors, and one gently, carefully, prised one open. Light poured out, and they rushed in, long knives in their hands.
Getting to her feet, horror swept over her; Ravio and Samuel! They—
Just as she began to step that way, she caught a wink of light from the downstairs porch; Ravio having a pipe, and Samuel standing with him. They were smoking, out with the landlord and the couple staying on the bottom floor. Thank god!
Knowing that they could take care of themselves and would not be surprised easily, Myrana turned and quickly took her leave, running in the opposite direction back over the rooftops, pulling the hooded coat she wore closer to her body. She couldn't head back there now, but she thought she might know a place or two that she could hide for a few hours till daylight came and the assassins, whoever they were, were obliged to consider themselves at least temporarily thwarted.