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by Kurokiku on Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:50 pm
Autumn sighed; this was not going how she would have liked it to go. Apparently, blunt honesty was not the way to go. Still, there were a few misconceptions here that this same honesty compelled her to address. Ziggy decided to comment on the fact that she didn't mince words, and she shrugged, for now noting the mention of the rune but not addressing it. "I've always found that saying what is remains ever preferable to stating what should be or isn't," she replied. If she blew someone else's cover, that was their fault for having a bad cover, not hers for not checking if they wanted to be recognized. Still, that wasn't the kind of attitude that made one a number of friends, and apparently, the one named Cross had been rubbed the wrong way by her mannerisms. Normally, she wouldn't have been able to bring herself to care less if she tried, but the situation was unique and she held up both hands in a gesture of pacification.
"You'll have to forgive me, I'm afraid," she told him. "For myself as I'm sure for the rest of you, the situation is many unknowns and a bit more urgency than I can be strictly comfortable with. I do not make a habit of greeting people whilst readying myself to fight, but given the state of this town, each new person might well be the one responsible, you see?" She was not entirely convinced that none of them were, actually, and she could hardly expect them to trust her either, all things considered.
The judge (who she hadn't actually called such, but had mentioned his affiliation), mentioned necrophages, and Autumn grimaced somewhat. She'd had some unfortunate experiences with those in the past. As to her business, well, it wasn't going to hurt anything to go ahead and tell them at this point, was it? Likely not. "Unfortunately, sir, my business is no less important than yours, and not much different, save for the source from whence my orders come. I'm an exorcist, and I was sent here to identify the cause for the distinct lack of... locals in this town." She had been about to say 'people' but there was no longer nearly as much of a lack of those as she had originally thought, it would seem.
Ziggy's business, she would leave to him to lie about, if he wanted. She wasn't going to do it. Frankly, all this standing around and talking was wasting time. "Anyway, I think that's about it. I'm going to start with the Church and the Mayor's house, if I can find it. Should any of you be headed in the same direction, you are welcome to come along." She shot a glance at Ziggy as if to say 'let's just hurry up and leave' (though whether he chose to act on it was entirely his business) and pivoted on her heel, exiting the tavern.
She'd never been good with people.
When none of her employers expressed an immediate inclination to take one path over another, Wisteria simply shrugged and decided to take the short way. Through the forest it was. It honestly wasn't a bad trek; the deer trails were fairly well-worn, and not so horribly winding as to actually double-back too much. She might have taken a more direct route, but she did not enjoy disturbing the nature any more than was strictly necessary, and while she was lightfooted and careful, Lawrence was not. He, herself, and the one called Penn made good time, though, as Haywood had decided at the last minute that the venture was not one he really wanted to risk.
Understandable, she supposed. Wisteria thought there might be a demon involved, and you had to be stupid, well-trained, or have a personal vendetta to willingly face one of those. Sometimes all three. She hoped she was only the last two, but one really never knew until one tried, she supposed.
Conversation was minimal, as Lawrence was too busy being drunk and thus struggling to match her pace. Penn wasn't having much if any trouble, but he kept his thoughts to himself all the same. Wisteria could appreciate that; she wasn't much of a talker when left to her own devices either. the forest was nice at this time of year, the leafy foliage smelled so much better than the inside of a tavern. They even passed a few of her namesake trees, heavy with their fragrant purple flowers.
Eventually, though, their path put them on a stone road, and Wisteria replaced her sandals, which she had removed immediately upon her feet hitting grass. "Here we are," she announced speculatively, shooting a glance back over her shoulder. "This is Stonetown... or at least it used to be." Was a town still a town without any people in it? The young witch wasn't sure.
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