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by Basta on Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:51 am
Having returned unharmed from her last mission, Arachne found herself enjoying some quality time with her friend, Armored Serpent. The shop had garnered a fair bit of attention by this time, and it kept them busy.
After her return from her latest mission, things turned rocky between the two for awhile. It seemed like Mr. Charles had paid Arm a visit while she'd been out, and left a not so subtle message behind. Arachne didn't bring it up to him, partly out of resentment and partly out of fear. While she was under his employ, that didn't mean she couldn't have some things to herself. Serpent was one of those things she wanted kept out of "the life", a separate refuge that Arachne could retreat to and take comfort in.
Mr. Charles' appearance and his "gift" definitely rocked their little boat. Arachne wanted Arm to just not touch the beads, continue life as normal, and if they ever came after her for them to just give them back. She didn't want Arm to be exposed to her life. To be corrupted.
Serpent, on the other hand, wanted desperately to better understand her partner. How could she sleep at night while her lover was gone, maybe fighting for her life or tossed into a ditch and bleeding out? At least this way she could keep a tie to the organization that shackled her other half. If they wanted weapons and armor, so be it. One day she'd buy Arachne's way out of that type of life, if she had to.
They fought about it back and forth, arguing about Serpent's involvement, Arachne's stubbornness, the danger of Arm involving herself with the White group, and so on. Eventually, they reached an agreement that both were satisfied with.
Serpent would supply the White Group with Ochilian arms and armor, but wouldn't question any further. Arachne would allow this, but had the final say on any jobs Serpent was deciding to take from the assassin's guild.
This current day found the two of them sitting on the front porch, a pot of tea between the two, as they watched the city flow around them. All in all, a peaceful way to spend an afternoon.
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