Aflame Inferno: Rebellion of the North » Places

         

Rukimu stood under a beam and hissed for Ginta. Her eyes were still dark blue, but this time her primary emotion was of annoyance and irritation. Ginta appeared within the minute and his eyes were joyous at first, but one look at the rainy conditions made his face drop to apologetic. "My Queen," he said sharply. One fierce glance from those ocean blue eyes made him shut his mouth. He could perform various spells to teleport quite easily on his own, but to carry a passenger was more work. Nonetheless, he could not deny his Queen his services, unless he wanted to be terminated. He teleported them to a small motel and checked in. He allowed Rukimu her own room.

"Find me new clothing," she growled walking into the more or less shabby unit. The floor was cheaply carpeted, but for once she didn't care about luxury. The wet clothing stuck to her body and she felt as if she was rolling in pig fat and had allowed insects to embrace her. The feeling was itching, uncomfortable, and disgusting. "Now!" she yelled, pondering whether to yell at him as well for providing her with a cheap place to stay. In reality, the unit was not cheap at all. It was a moderate living space with two full sized beds and clean white and brown sheets and blankets. A small television was set up opposite of the bed which had two fine working lamps by each bed side. The bathroom was fresh scented like roses and stocked with towels, shampoo, soap, and the whole lot of human essentials.

"Here, my eternal empress," he bowed and offered her two large shopping bags. It contained a blue pajama set and two outdoor clothes: two skinny jeans, one black and one a dark blue; three blouses; a regular blue tee; five pairs of socks; black sneakers; dark brown boots; and white sandals. He even remembered to pack her undergarments. Rukimu peered into the bags and was honestly impressed that he had brought her so much. An umbrella hid at the bottom of the second bag along with a large swiss army knife. "You may leave me now, Ginta," she ordered. He stood and pleaded into her eyes. He wanted to know why her energy level spiked so high before he met up with her. He had thought she had made a successful kill, which was spot on, yet she was behaving as if she had lost something. It was more because of the rain now. Rukimu didn't care about Otae anymore, or at least for the time being. "Later," she said softly, but firmly. "I want you to find Calla Tor in twenty four hours. I want you to do it so I don't have to get a tracker tedlar on her. Hurry. I wish to have a little fun with the local police. Maybe I can gather information regarding the original case where Enenra was involved. Sniffing him out isn't working. Maybe the humans can find him," she started to take off her clothes. Ginta quickly vanished. Rukimu looked into the mirror in the bathroom. "Beauty is power," she whispered. "And power is everything."

After an hour of plotting and calming herself down, Rukimu's eyes finally returned to a neutral brown. She left the motel, holding her umbrella to keep her from getting wet. She walked towards where she believed was the local police station and asked around about them. The locals seem to be worried about the deaths, but still foggy on details. Rumors are going around that its a serial killer, others say its aliens. Ruki pretended to be surprised and all. After about twenty minutes, she isolated a young woman around the age of thirty. Making sure there were no witnesses, she quickly stabbed the woman in the back and used her powers to imitate the wounds of the first victim of the unusual attacks. The victim that used to be Enenra's vortex. She burned the knife and got a little blood on her shirt. Screaming she ran into the police station. "Help! Help! A woman just got stabbed by a man in the alley! I think she's dead! Help! Please!"