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Queen stepped next to the navigator. The bloodpool barely clung on the metal of her boots, mutely reflected her dark garment. The hide, peaking out the scraps, was not unlike the ones on the beast's head if not stiffer. Then the woman leaned over to study the map with intrigued eyes. It was a...

Queen nodded to the Captain and pretended she didn't notice the gazes. There were too many tasks at hand, too many people to speak to and too many farewells that she had to execute before she even could consider what those strange look meant from the Captain's men. Frank had a building, so there...

"Oh, I'm going to make people very angry. " Said the woman as she turned around, slipping down the table edge while presenting a letter between them. On the letter, there was the signature of a name notorious to the residents of the waste. The two of them stood so closely, that they were both...

"Come in. " And she did. The clothing layered with cloth and metal made the distinctive sound as she walked in, hands at the back like a soldier. The man who she listened to turn around in his chair dramatically. Frank, the very boss of the group, clapped his hand slowly and firmly as his two...

How nice, they prepared horses for them and a side saddle too. Lady Osthavula took a little bit longer than Frederick and Solveig, but once she settled on the side saddle, she rode forth elegantly, following the henchman with alerted eyes. It was Solveig who was uncomfortable, but not for...

Hearing how the stranger man spoke, Solveig raised her brows and looked towards Lady Osthavula. The lady chuckled silently and nodded to her to reassure her. She probably didn't know if she should take Reinol's words as a simple statement or an insult. "We worked on a case before. " A pause. "I...

"Breeding..." Wondering what Eleison really planned, she silently agreed with him on that Eleison could easily hire someone else if they refuse their place. She only raised her brow at his choice of word for the hunter, but they reached the office soon enough. Frederick was familiar enough...

She had done... A horrible thing to the hoodlum by leaving her to Eleison, really. Lady Osthavula continued her long night of walking, arm locked with her lover Frederick. What would he had done, if not for her? She looked up to see his face. A well-covered bandaged face that was, and through...

Lady Osthavula listened quietly when Eleison explained. Nodding, she took the unconscious body of the hoodlum and placed her on the ground, gently and grimly. Her hand caressed the bandaged forehead, and at one point it seemed she would have said something. In the end, she turns away, hooking...

"She seemed to be... Fearing something." Lady Ostha stepped closer to Frederick, they moved closer to Eleison but not close enough to reach. "She even sent a bullet in us..." With a questioning gaze, she looked at the red-eyed playwright. With this much work, she deserved a little more...

Frederick was going to act, but lady Ostha pulled at his hand. "Help me here. " She said, and proceeded to patch up most of the wounds as she could. She didn't say more, when she positioned the hoodlum carefully with Frederick carrying her. And she only nodded to Reinol's talk. The smile was no...

Both Frederick and Ostha looked at the Imp, hints of irritation in her eyes passed instantly. She had Frederick bound her arms already and had no intention of firing the gun. Of course, they still have the advantage. From her pocket, she took out a thin roll of bandages, tore and used a section...

At the same time Hubert tackled the hoodlum, Frederick aimed and fired at her, the bullet penetrated her trousers and tore into her leg. Both him and Lady Ostha jumped onto the rooftop, but it was the lady who folded the hoodlum's arms, signalled Frederick to hold it firmly, before checking the...

Lady Osthavula acted fast --- before and when the gun sounded, she dodged not away but towards the woman, easily evading the spilt rats soup, and was the first one to hop over the window, following the woman. It was hard to say what was guiding her, perhaps her head that focused on how the...

Behind was Lady Osthavula who slipped between Reinol and the doorframe, and positioned somewhere left of him and behind him. Somewhere she wouldn't obstruct him if Reinol was to pull out the gun. At that safe distance, she scanned the interior of the room, at the ceiling too low to jump, at the...

Hearing weasels, the lady and the tomb colonist chuckled together like some sort of inside jokes. Perhaps one day they will share it with the writer, but not yet. "Unfortunately I have not befriended the little ones too well. " said the graceful lady, "Let's ask the Raggedy Men then. We can...

While Reinol was admiring the beauty, lady Ostha was discussing with Frederick quietly about the locations they could see from here. It was the tomb colonist who did the most pointing, and the lady who did the most listening and nodding, and waving as if she was conducting a symphony. Only after...

"No need to worry. " Lady Ostha gestured for them to go first. The person with a dress shouldn't be on top of any ladder or stairs, or anything that requires climbing. As for weapon? The lady smirked subtly while she moved her wrists behind her, checking if they were stiff. Never did she...

It took long, but the lady soon came back with her partner, hand in hand, everything on them tidy and with no signs of passion. Something had changed this time, though. A new flame now presence in her eyes, a new confident that no one thought had room to spare. They were holding hands, the...

This couldn't do if some stranger could notice that she was shaken. But even then, Lady Osthavula refused to let go of Frederick's hand. What gave it away? Wasn't it normal for lovers to hold hands? Or was it the statement towards Solveig? That was a sound observation, though. Was it her face...