Post by MIRACH DIA on Aug 24, 2013 5:10:04 GMT -8
“Ah, well you should have thought about that before he was shot, don’t you think?” Mirach paused for a moment, her gaze drawn by a flicker of movement ahead; there was a gorgeous, expansive fountain at the center of the plaza. The clear water glistened like crystals bathed in sheaths of light. It was a ridiculously detailed construction, with stone-like walls that contained the water, and planted, jungle and forest colored flora furling up and over the sides. Lily pads the size of her hand bobbed along the surface. At this late hour, with fewer lights and no people milling around to disturb the peace and quiet, Mirach could hear the water rippling as shapes glided below the surface. She stepped closer, the voice in her ear fading a bit, her thumb drifting toward the power button on her phone. If she turned it off, the corresponding earpiece would go silent as well.
“…place some pressure on it until I get there," she finally said. "If the pain doesn’t teach him a lesson, then dying will if I don’t make it in time. Have a nice night.” She jammed her thumb against the button, stowing the phone back in a trench coat pocket and stepping closer to the fountain’s edge. The woman lowered her satchel bag to the floor next to her feet and folded her arms over her chest; it hadn’t been too long since she left the crybaby and his babysitter upstairs—ah, sorry, the patient and his benefactor, a thought chuckled—and she found herself still in the building, no longer trailed by escorts. If she were honest with herself, Mirach should have left by now. There was never usually a reason to stay behind after committing to a job, but for some reason, she found herself pausing at the foot of this fountain. Below its serene surface, dozens of multicolored koi danced under lily pads. Orange, white, cream, yellow, splotches of blue scales and bodies that were peppered black—there were just so many fish, all of them sifting effortlessly through the water.
But she supposed, while attractive in their own right, the koi and the flora were really there to complement the decorative statue at the center of this fancy pond. Mirach snorted, staring down the cold, stone eyes of a sculpted, serpentine dragon standing regally at the center. Its handsome face was twisted into a threatening snarl, its mane permanently carved into a bristled state; each and every scale on its body, while made of stone, seemed to have been cut with tender loving care. The body alone was long enough to stretch the expanse of the koi pond; the dragon’s lithe tail was slung over the opposite wall, each leg planted squarely in the pond itself. The detail of the teeth, the ferocity in the eyes and the furrowed brow—she smiled. It was an intoxicating piece of art, humored by her mask and her reflection in the crystal clear waters below its feet.
“I need to get me one of those,” she commented absently, amused.
Time Stamp: When the hell ever.
Notes & Shit: Fair enough.
