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[Text Mesagge] No longer hunting Sinner
That’s it, guys. I’m no longer going after Sinner. Recently she was hit by a Magic Anon, which allowed one of my dear girls to come back to me. She explained to me all the situation… I can’t kill Sinner without killing them as well. This confession was followed by many others and I’m not feeling too well.
Cimon, to thank you for the help you offered me, I’ll keep an eye to see if I find Derik for you, so don’t worry. You already made enough for me.
Dread, as you can imagine, I can’t accept the deal you offered me. But I’d like to see you again. Maybe we could meet at some bar and drink all the evening? I dunno.
Thanks for your time, guys. E.
Cimon read the message, quirking the side of her mouth. It would have killed all three of them? She was definately glad he didn’t follow through with it, after all, she had grown a type of fondness toward Helena and even the Isabelle Meric that was really Sinner. She felt bad for what they had to have gone through. She figured it may’ve been best to distance herself from it, but it wasn’t a huge deal to her, after all, she didn’t actually have anything against the three and as far as she knew, the three didn’t have a reason to be a threat to her either. Atleast…not anymore if Ezayne wasn’t hunting Sinner because she had been working with him, even if she didn’t have anything against Sinner doing it.
[Message] Good to hear, Ezayne. I’m glad to hear things worked out the way they did and thank you for the help. I really appreciate it. [end]
She played with the phone in hand and set it behind her on the end table by the couch she was stretched out on. Jaz rested her head on Cimon’s abdomin and whimpered gently, looking up at her. She gave her a gentle pet as she stared off blankly, sighing.
Night Call (XII)
She shrugged slightly,. “One brown and one green eye, red, black, and white curly hair…” Ran into her without realizing it? So she was using a different identity..? That was understandable, she figured. That someone would want to hide that if people were looking for her.
He almost growled his response. “I knew it. I knew it was her!” Ezayne looked up, giving her a serious look. “That woman was Sinner, probably using a fake identity to escape from me. But I won’t let her win!”
The blue haired man bit his bottom lip, thinking in a plan as quickly as he could. “If you run into her again, follow her home without being noticed. I want to know where does she live, her allies, anything you could get. I’ll keep looking for Derink if you help me with this…”
Cimon nodded, “No prob, Bud. Being a ‘ghost’ comes in handy when you’re trying to not be seen.” She grinned crookedly and took a bite of the apple. Her chewing slowed a bit at a thought. “Just don’t kill him if you do find information on him. That’s my job.” Her grin didn’t falter as she spoke and her tone was oddly light given the dark undertones of the situation.
“Don’t worry. He’s completely yours.” he replied, narrowing his eyes. “If I get something, I’ll text you, or something. It’s not I don’t have resources to contact my allies…”
He stared through the window, realizing how the first rays of sun were were breaking the darkness of the night. “Well, it was… nice to see you again, Cimon. Thank you for the help. I’ll see what I can do.”
She nodded, smiling slowly and discarding the apple. She really didn’t want it for any other purpose then to do something with her hands. It would’ve been hard to speak about what she had if she didn’t. “It was nice seeing you too, Ezayne. Good luck with everything.” Not just with Sinner and finding information but he seemed he was dealing with some internal conflicts as well, not to mention he didn’t seem all that healthy in the head last time she saw him. Not that she really cared, she had seen just about everything in the afterlife.
Isis fluttered over and perched on the counter, looking at him. She allowed him to be a bit closer this time, the deal with him eating the dog last time had at first put her on edge. This time it seemed she trusted him a little more, even if it was small; she didn’t trust much of anyone and her being Cimon’s soul, it was the core of her. After what had happened, she told herself that she wouldn’t trust people anymore, and this guy she wasn’t really sure what she thought of him. She felt bad for him in the least.
Night Call (XI)
She pursed her lips daintily, “See… Yes, I think I did. I mean, I’m not completely sure.” She rubbed her bottom lip with an index finger contemplatively. “I met this woman Isabelle Meric…she said she was involved with the Sinner project along with Helena and Annwyn…uh…the sisters I believe. Which sounded pretty close to what you had spoken to me about I think, two sisters? They said they were a part of eachother. I had met Helena some time ago and she had made reference to her ‘sister’ liking Isis. I remembered you saying Sinner had the two sisters but who would this Isabelle be? I thought you said Sinner was a person?”
“Sinner IS a person.”he said quietly, clenching his fists in rage. He was already suspecting who this ‘Isabelle Meric’ was.
Very sneaky, but not enough to fool us.
“Describe me that ‘Isabelle Meric’. All the details you could remember.” he said simply, frowning slightly, but not at her. “Because, if my suspicions are right, you ran into Sinner and you didn’t even realize it…”
She shrugged slightly,. “One brown and one green eye, red, black, and white curly hair…” Ran into her without realizing it? So she was using a different identity..? That was understandable, she figured. That someone would want to hide that if people were looking for her.
He almost growled his response. “I knew it. I knew it was her!” Ezayne looked up, giving her a serious look. “that woman was Sinner, probably using a fake identity to escape from me. But I won’t let her win!”
The blue haired man bit his bottom lip, thinking in a plan as quickly as he could. “If you run into her again, follow her home without being noticed. I want to know where does she live, her allies, anything you could get. I’ll keep looking for Derink if you help me with this…”
Cimon nodded, “No prob., Bud. Being a ‘ghost’ comes in handy when you’re trying to not be seen.” She grinned crookedly and took a bite of the apple. Her chewing slowed a bit at a thought. “Just don’t kill him if you do find information on him. That’s my job.” Her grin didn’t falter as she spoke and her tone was oddly light given the dark undertones of the situation.
Night Call (X)
“So, a guy who has something with faces… OK…” He wrote that note, and looked up, giving her a little grin. “I’ve meet many people in this business, Cimon, but guys who had something with faces? Probably only four or five. I’ll have to investigate them… Though all of them live currently outside Metro City, so I don’t know how long it will take…”
He frowned a little. Just talking about old enemies…
“How about you? Did you manage to discover more about Sinner?”
She pursed her lips daintily, “See… Yes, I think I did. I mean, I’m not completely sure.” She rubbed her bottom lip with an index finger contemplatively. “I met this woman Isabelle Meric…she said she was involved with the Sinner project along with Helena and Annwyn…uh…the sisters I believe. Which sounded pretty close to what you had spoken to me about I think, two sisters? They said they were a part of eachother. I had met Helena some time ago and she had made reference to her ‘sister’ liking Isis. I remembered you saying Sinner had the two sisters but who would this Isabelle be? I thought you said Sinner was a person?”
“Sinner IS a person.”he said quietly, clenching his fists in rage. He was already suspecting who this ‘Isabelle Meric’ was.
Very sneaky, but not enough to fool us.
“Describe me that ‘Isabelle Meric’. All the details you could remember.” he said simply, frowning slightly, but not at her. “Because, if my suspicions are right, you ran into Sinner and you didn’t even realize it…”
She shrugged slightly,. “One brown and one green eye, red, black, and white curly hair…” Ran into her without realizing it? So she was using a different identity..? That was understandable, she figured. That someone would want to hide that if people were looking for her.
Night Call (IX)
“Derik…” He took some paper and a pen from his pocket, and took all the notes he could. “Do you know if he had any favourite weapons? Some jacket he used to wear, or things like that? It would make him easier to recognize…”
He recognized that kind of soft expression on her face. It was the kind of smile he had every time he was thinking about his girls. A very sweet one.
She shook her head slowly. “Not that I know of…” The corner of her mouth quirked. “do know he decided to cut the side of my face before he actually killed me—” She held back a grimace at that as her hand naturally reached up to touch the black mark that branched from the corner of her eye. She had never felt so panicked or vulnerable in her life than that night, she could still feel the pressure in her chest, the inability to scream, the muffled sounds and shouting, the liquid surrounding her body and forcing her life up and out to the surface. It wasn’t an easy memory to stomach. She kept having to tell herself that that experience was what made her stronger, made her less ignorant to the cruelty of people…but it didn’t mean it still hurt.
“So, a guy who has something with faces… OK…” He wrote that note, and looked up, giving her a little grin. “I’ve meet many people in this business, Cimon, but guys who had something with faces? Probably only four or five. I’ll have to investigate them… Though all of them live currently outside Metro City, so I don’t know how long it will take…”
He frowned a little. Just talking about old enemies…
“How about you? Did you manage to discover more about Sinner?”
She pursed her lips daintily, “See… Yes, I think I did. I mean, I’m not completely sure.” She rubbed her bottom lip with an index finger contemplatively. “I met this woman Isabelle Meric…she said she was involved with the Sinner project along with Helena and Annwyn…uh…the sisters I believe. Which sounded pretty close to what you had spoken to me about I think, two sisters? They said they were a part of eachother. I had met Helena some time ago and she had made reference to her ‘sister’ liking Isis. I remembered you saying Sinner had the two sisters but who would this Isabelle be? I thought you said Sinner was a person?”
Night Call (VIII)
He looked away, sad before such news. “I see…” he answered quietly. “I guess I’ll have to keep looking for a way to separate them from Sinner, before it’s too late. If Sinner is activated and they’re still attached to her… I might lose them forever…”
He gave her a curious glance. His own plight had kept him so busy, that he almost had forgot his part of the deal with her.
“I forgot to ask you when we met. Cimon, how does your boyfriend look like? Because some information about him would be useful if you want me to find him…”
She quirked the corner of her mouth, her expression softening as she spoke. Not because it was a nice thing to talk about, but it was something she had gotten over easier to speak about. “He had dark brown hair and light brown eyes and a tattoo with roses on barbed wire that went up his neck from his shoulder. Names Derik.” She loved how now she could see so many parallels with that tattoo and his personality. The barbed wire replaced the thorns on the rose, and how such a beautiful thing like a rose still had thorns and vices. That barbed wire she took, atleast now, as symbolism for unnatural thorns. Everyone had thorns and issues…but not like his. She hated how blind she had been back then.
“Derik…” He took some paper and a pen from his pocket, and took all the notes he could. “Do you know if he had any favourite eapons? Some jacket he used to wear, or things like that? It would make him easier to recognize…”
He recognized that kind of soft expression on her face. It was the kind of smile he had every time he was thinking about his girls. A very sweet one.
She shook her head slowly. “Not that I know of…” The corner of her mouth quirked. “do know he decided to cut the side of my face before he actually killed me—” She held back a grimace at that as her hand naturally reached up to touch the black mark that branched from the corner of her eye. She had never felt so panicked or vulnerable in her life than that night, she could still feel the pressure in her chest, the inability to scream, the muffled sounds and shouting, the liquid surrounding her body and forcing her life up and out to the surface. It wasn’t an easy memory to stomach. She kept having to tell herself that that experience was what made her stronger, made her less ignorant to the cruelty of people…but it didn’t mean it still hurt.
