Edema Rue
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"We don't get to be children. My world is...it's a harsh place. I would be blissfully dead now, were it not for my employer." "Of course," Rayvyn says kindly, changing her tone and emotions in the blink of an eye. -
"He's too young for that. Most people don't start feeling that way until they're at least 8 or 9."
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"I'm coming too, no matter how much he wants to stop me." She turns her hood towards Cufre. "I need to help Tacien."
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Upon hearing this, Rayvyn sits and begins sharpening her daggers one at a time. "I told you, that could take months."
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Again, Rayvyn look somewhat confused. Why would murder be bad? "I won't hurt him," she insists. "I don't see why I'm so untrustworthy. You know that he came to me first of everyone here, right?"
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Rayvyn grins from under her cloak, though of course he can't see it. "I have plenty of combat experience, and some weird magic." "You ought to. I don't hurt children." Usually. "And I especially won't hurt him. Besides, I can help."
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She stares at him. What a bizarre person. "Of course I do. What do you mean most people don't? Where I'm from..." She shrugs, pulling her hood up. "But Fadran is right. We have more important things going on right now. I'll go."
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Rayvyn shrugs. "Anytime now. My..." She hesitates, "employer...is often vague. It could come in minutes, or it could be months. He's a busy man."
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"I'm waiting for more information from my...employer." She looks slightly confused. "Why are you afraid of death? Do you not long for it?" Rayvyn laughed at that. "I won't be so foolish as to hurt them here."
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Rayvyn shrugs, blushing faintly. "It's not that big a deal! I do it all the time!" The blush deepens. "Not like that! I just...um...it's my job?" She shakes her head. "Never mind. It's not a big deal. I don't know who I'm supposed to kill; it could even be one of you." A crazed look enters her eyes. "Now wouldn't that be something...but that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that I'm not here to harm your brother."
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“I want that too, I promise.” She shrugs. “Besides, I just need to kill someone. That’s all. And I don’t think they’ll wait either. People are usually very impatient once they have their captives.”
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“Me?” She glares. “I admit to being human and to having goals of my own. That doesn’t make me evil. We all have our own goals. You know more of me than I do of any of you anyway.”
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Rayvyn shrugs. “I don’t really mind. It’s mostly mental work, believing I really am in danger, and I’m used to it by now.” Turning to Cufre, she says, “I don’t know why he’s scared of me now. I have no intentions to harm him, I swear it.” She bites her lip. “I admit for not having…the purest of intentions…but I only want to help him.”
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Rayvyn flips her knives. “I can fight. Well. I can also teleport, move quickly, and have minor healing abilities, but I have to put myself or someone I care about in mortal danger to use them, which is why I cut myself before teleporting.”
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“All right,” Rayvyn said. “All right. So we’re all pretty much useless, no one knows where the kid went, and none of us like, let alone trust, one another.” She groans and mutters, “What have I got myself into?”
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“And yet he seems to have teleported away easily enough. I can only go to places I’ve been before, or seen in excessive detail, but I thought one of you would be able to do something.”
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“You’ve all been showing off awesome power all afternoon! Can’t one of you teleport to him or something?”
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Rayvyn also jumped up as Tacien disappeared. She clenched her dagger with one hand, and the other fidgeted with a bandage on her wrist. “Are we going to try to find him, or just let this happen, maybe go find some breakfast?” Her voice drips with venom.
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Rayvyn sat quietly through the entire exchange. Once or twice she looked like she wanted to say something, but she stopped herself.
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1/5/23: The Chickens got Their Way
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Rayvyn looks impressed at that. "Good oath," she mumbles. "I don't know if I could classify anyone as a neutral third party in this scenario, but you're either a very good faker or you're telling the truth. I suppose I can agree with this, so long as I can keep an eye on him."
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"Really?" Rayvyn asks. "I'd like a very detailed list of the others. I can provide you with my own list, if you want to trade!"
