Setting
The Vection is the aptly-given title of red light district of the Commons. Officially known as Galavaan Parkway, the Vection is one of the seedier parts of town. Prostitutes line up across derelict buildings, drug dealers lurk in the shadows, and the all-too-present mugger is always standing a ways behind you.
A favorite location of the Vection is Par & Parcel's, a rather well-kept pub that is the sort of place where everyone knows your name, and new faces are rare and not easily trusted.
Tread carefully in this part of town, or you may leave with an empty wallet, or worse.
A favorite location of the Vection is Par & Parcel's, a rather well-kept pub that is the sort of place where everyone knows your name, and new faces are rare and not easily trusted.
Tread carefully in this part of town, or you may leave with an empty wallet, or worse.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Careful to blend in, Rneana stepped out from behind a corner and started down the street. Hidden beneath an overbearing black cloak, only her yellow single slit eyes could be seen. The Nagi snake currently wore her version of legs, the only part of her body that could be shifted.
She was to meet her employer beneath the fourth street lamp. Peering behind her and to her front, she took note that there was a good 70 feet or so between each one. Passing the first, she glanced around to take in the scene. Small groups of people stood along the different buildings. The first she saw to her right were two women. Compared to them, Rneana looked to be traveling for cold weather. "Hey honey, how's it going?" One spoke up. Rneana hissed in reply and continued her stride.
Arriving at the fourth lamp heading north, the snake woman halted. Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled out the card that had come to her sealed inside an overly sized grey envelope: '302 Galavaan Parkway, 9 o'clock, 2 hours into the next full moon.' She didn't wear a watch, but had made sure to leave early enough to arrive on time by foot. Rneana placed the card back in her pocket, and pulled forth a cigar that she had bought along the way. It would take at least 30 minutes for the female to finish it, as she truly hated the tastes, but found them to be good at burning away time. Lighting it, she stood leaned the base of a brick building. Across the street looked to be a pub. Puffing on the cigar, she stood and watched people going in and out, not a single one noticing her.
She was to meet her employer beneath the fourth street lamp. Peering behind her and to her front, she took note that there was a good 70 feet or so between each one. Passing the first, she glanced around to take in the scene. Small groups of people stood along the different buildings. The first she saw to her right were two women. Compared to them, Rneana looked to be traveling for cold weather. "Hey honey, how's it going?" One spoke up. Rneana hissed in reply and continued her stride.
Arriving at the fourth lamp heading north, the snake woman halted. Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled out the card that had come to her sealed inside an overly sized grey envelope: '302 Galavaan Parkway, 9 o'clock, 2 hours into the next full moon.' She didn't wear a watch, but had made sure to leave early enough to arrive on time by foot. Rneana placed the card back in her pocket, and pulled forth a cigar that she had bought along the way. It would take at least 30 minutes for the female to finish it, as she truly hated the tastes, but found them to be good at burning away time. Lighting it, she stood leaned the base of a brick building. Across the street looked to be a pub. Puffing on the cigar, she stood and watched people going in and out, not a single one noticing her.
Janet ran along one of the many dark alleyways in the Vection, looking behind her occasionally to make sure she wasn't being followed. She did this sort of thing about every day.
It was kind of fun to watch, too. You'd tell them something horrible was going to happen to a friend or loved one, and watch as they'd change their own fate. It was something Janet loved to watch; watching as the unfolded future ahead of her would scramble to readjust itself all because of a fate-changer.
That's what Janet was, or at least what she called herself. Somehow, she'd been born with the ability to see into the future, to see how everything could happen. She could know the lines of fate to a person, what they would do, how they would die.
This unfortunately meant that Janet knew when she was to die.
But she'd decided long ago that if she were to die, she'd go down knowing she'd made the world a better place. That was her sort of mentality; live fast, die young, but make a difference in the small amount of time she had.
She stopped at a dumpster to catch her breath. How long had she been running? Farther than she'd needed to, based on her location. This was her home. There was a little shelter she'd made, where she hid some food, water and other necessities. Nobody ever came back here. Not even the muggers, or whores, or beggars or cops looking for someone to throw around their weight with.
She mulled about the situation a bit while eating some stale bread. Then, she got to packing up some supplies. She'd packed them beforehand, and was ready to go in about two or three minutes. She was running a bit behind, due to fatigue. Damn. She really had to watch it when doing stuff like that, so she didn't accidentally change her own fate.
Soon, she set off, walking at a leisurely pace. She knew where the three people had been.
Somehow, despite all the changes and divergences over the years, one thing had remained; her fate was always intertwined with those three. Especially the snake-like one. She knew him all too well. Thought himself a thief, a knave, a lady's man. Soon, his reality had shattered, and now he'd come right up on her doorstep.
She'd sneak onto his ship. They'd let her stay. Over time, she and him would grow closer. She'd come to love him, and he to her.
And then she'd die so he could live.
But she was fine with that. There had been a point in her life where she'd been afraid of her own fate and had tried to avoid it, but now she just accepted her fate. She was going to die. Well, so was everyone, so why should she fear it?
But enough mulling over thoughts, she chided to herself. I've got a flight to catch.
It was kind of fun to watch, too. You'd tell them something horrible was going to happen to a friend or loved one, and watch as they'd change their own fate. It was something Janet loved to watch; watching as the unfolded future ahead of her would scramble to readjust itself all because of a fate-changer.
That's what Janet was, or at least what she called herself. Somehow, she'd been born with the ability to see into the future, to see how everything could happen. She could know the lines of fate to a person, what they would do, how they would die.
This unfortunately meant that Janet knew when she was to die.
But she'd decided long ago that if she were to die, she'd go down knowing she'd made the world a better place. That was her sort of mentality; live fast, die young, but make a difference in the small amount of time she had.
She stopped at a dumpster to catch her breath. How long had she been running? Farther than she'd needed to, based on her location. This was her home. There was a little shelter she'd made, where she hid some food, water and other necessities. Nobody ever came back here. Not even the muggers, or whores, or beggars or cops looking for someone to throw around their weight with.
She mulled about the situation a bit while eating some stale bread. Then, she got to packing up some supplies. She'd packed them beforehand, and was ready to go in about two or three minutes. She was running a bit behind, due to fatigue. Damn. She really had to watch it when doing stuff like that, so she didn't accidentally change her own fate.
Soon, she set off, walking at a leisurely pace. She knew where the three people had been.
Somehow, despite all the changes and divergences over the years, one thing had remained; her fate was always intertwined with those three. Especially the snake-like one. She knew him all too well. Thought himself a thief, a knave, a lady's man. Soon, his reality had shattered, and now he'd come right up on her doorstep.
She'd sneak onto his ship. They'd let her stay. Over time, she and him would grow closer. She'd come to love him, and he to her.
And then she'd die so he could live.
But she was fine with that. There had been a point in her life where she'd been afraid of her own fate and had tried to avoid it, but now she just accepted her fate. She was going to die. Well, so was everyone, so why should she fear it?
But enough mulling over thoughts, she chided to herself. I've got a flight to catch.
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