RE: SeaWyrm's Talon Exercises
11-12-2012, 08:20 PM
"Oh- oh Lord! Get that weapon out of my face!"
She slowly lowered the gun. "Then do as I say, Priest," she demanded, coldly.
"We don't have much money, I'm afraid. We're only a small church-" The tonsured little man's knees were shaking. Beads and religious ornaments dangled from his vestments, and they clacked together piteously.
"I don't want your money," said Hanna, contemptuously. "I'm sure it would be a pittance next to my vast fortunes."
She did not look fabulously wealthy in her scarred and dirty Kevlar armor and close-cropped, practical hair. Her face was tough, her hands inevitably callused, and her voice, oddly, was not that of a woman who was used to having her commands obeyed. It was a voice that threatened, intimidated, insisted, pleaded, maybe even begged if it had to, but it did not command.
"Then, w-what do you want?" The old priest looked ready to wet himself or something.
Hanna sighed. She pulled a nylon sack from her belt, and pulled out the contents - a narrow stone chalice quartered by four stone lips around the rim carved like tiny gargoyles.
The priest saw it and stopped shaking. His eyes rolled up in his head and he fainted dead away.
"I need you to- oh," said Hanna, rolling her own eyes. "Fine. I suppose if you want something done right..."
She pulled an iron key out of the priest's robes and stomped across the church to the altar. The key opened a door in the side of it, and from this she retrieved... a bottle of Jack Daniels?
"Oh merciful Lord whose name I blaspheme and whose desires I gleefully work to upset," muttered Hanna, "why this of all things?"
A malicious voice whispered in her ear, "It is, actually, holy. It will serve our purpose."
"What, really?"
The spirit laughed. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
"Weird. Okay, I'll try it, then." She took the bottle and filled the goblet.
Meanwhile, on the floor, the priest stirred. His feint had worked, and now the woman was distracted. He pulled a silver gewgaw from his robes and muttered into it. A prayer? No. He was giving orders.
---15 Mins---
She slowly lowered the gun. "Then do as I say, Priest," she demanded, coldly.
"We don't have much money, I'm afraid. We're only a small church-" The tonsured little man's knees were shaking. Beads and religious ornaments dangled from his vestments, and they clacked together piteously.
"I don't want your money," said Hanna, contemptuously. "I'm sure it would be a pittance next to my vast fortunes."
She did not look fabulously wealthy in her scarred and dirty Kevlar armor and close-cropped, practical hair. Her face was tough, her hands inevitably callused, and her voice, oddly, was not that of a woman who was used to having her commands obeyed. It was a voice that threatened, intimidated, insisted, pleaded, maybe even begged if it had to, but it did not command.
"Then, w-what do you want?" The old priest looked ready to wet himself or something.
Hanna sighed. She pulled a nylon sack from her belt, and pulled out the contents - a narrow stone chalice quartered by four stone lips around the rim carved like tiny gargoyles.
The priest saw it and stopped shaking. His eyes rolled up in his head and he fainted dead away.
"I need you to- oh," said Hanna, rolling her own eyes. "Fine. I suppose if you want something done right..."
She pulled an iron key out of the priest's robes and stomped across the church to the altar. The key opened a door in the side of it, and from this she retrieved... a bottle of Jack Daniels?
"Oh merciful Lord whose name I blaspheme and whose desires I gleefully work to upset," muttered Hanna, "why this of all things?"
A malicious voice whispered in her ear, "It is, actually, holy. It will serve our purpose."
"What, really?"
The spirit laughed. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
"Weird. Okay, I'll try it, then." She took the bottle and filled the goblet.
Meanwhile, on the floor, the priest stirred. His feint had worked, and now the woman was distracted. He pulled a silver gewgaw from his robes and muttered into it. A prayer? No. He was giving orders.
---15 Mins---