"Adin."
If there was a way for Ki to say the name with more disgust, he didn't know how. How much of his life had been in the shadow of that man? How many threads of his being were woven and created by that man? How much suffering stemmed from that man's existence?
His continued existence.
Ki's lips curled. It shouldn't be possible. The laws of physics were set. It was a simple cause and effect reaction. You cut someone's head off, they are dead. You stab their heart, you bleed to death. You burn them to ashes, they die. Yet Adin was proving that the second law of thermodynamics was insufferably accurate. Matter was not being created or destroyed and the bastard somehow endured on in life instead of death.
"Is death just a revolving door these days?"Â Ki snarled as he looked down at the snow filled streets of Ishgard through the window of his room.
He heard a soft moan and looked back at the form resting in the bed. He sighed and felt a sense of fear twist him.
What would happen to Nahare?Â
Ki looked out the window again.
What would happen to everyone? The game of daggers and hoods was about to begin in earnest. This was a dance Ki had played over and over and he was tired of stepping out onto the dance floor. Tired of watching his back every time he met with someone. Tired of telling half-truths to everyone and lies to most.
Ki had tried running before. It didn't work. He had tried fighting back.
How many employers had he stabbed in the back? Too many.
And Adin had been the first.
Snow was falling and the fat flakes of frozen water danced on the still air of the sleeping city.
Melkire had told him what he wanted done. Course that hyur had. Melkire was the kind of man always wrapped up in the middle of everything. The literal lynch pin of Eorzea. And now he was wrapped up in Adin's plots. Again.
Ki's exhale frosted the glass and he licked his lips.
Tengri was a pawn for Adin. Ki wanted to wring the au ra's neck. But that would give away the secret. Ki had to keep playing the game now. And Ki planned to tie up all the loose ends this time. There would be no escape for Adin. Not this time.
Ki pulled out a linkpearl from a box that sat on the window sill. He looked at it and then slipped it into his left ear. He pressed it and spoke softly.
"Myst." Ki said the name with a swallow. He had gone to the necromancer so many moons ago to revive a dear dead one. Now, he had other designs for the necromancer. What made him worried was that Myst likely had designs of his own.
"Grimsong." Myst's whisper of a voice answered, smug and drawn out, like a yawning cat awakened from a nap. "To what do I owe this intrusion of my privacy?"
"We need to chat." Ki answered slowly.
An annoyed clicking filled the linkpearl.
"I do ever so much hate conversation, even with you, Grimsong." Myst as clearly annoyed. "Whatever is so pressing?"
"It's time you handed over that stone." Ki replied. "And there have been some developments."
The line was silent and then:
"This is your issue, Grimsong. I'll want a fresh stack of -material- for my time."
"We already agreed to the gil."Â Ki replied with a growl.
"Things change. See you soon."
The line went dead and Ki stared out at the falling snow.Â
Ki didn't like dealing with Myst anymore than Myst enjoyed talking. But Ki needed the necromancer now. He'd pay whatever the necromancer's price for the peace of mind that this time, the dead -stayed- dead.
Ki just hoped he wasn't trading one evil for another.
If there was a way for Ki to say the name with more disgust, he didn't know how. How much of his life had been in the shadow of that man? How many threads of his being were woven and created by that man? How much suffering stemmed from that man's existence?
His continued existence.
Ki's lips curled. It shouldn't be possible. The laws of physics were set. It was a simple cause and effect reaction. You cut someone's head off, they are dead. You stab their heart, you bleed to death. You burn them to ashes, they die. Yet Adin was proving that the second law of thermodynamics was insufferably accurate. Matter was not being created or destroyed and the bastard somehow endured on in life instead of death.
"Is death just a revolving door these days?"Â Ki snarled as he looked down at the snow filled streets of Ishgard through the window of his room.
He heard a soft moan and looked back at the form resting in the bed. He sighed and felt a sense of fear twist him.
What would happen to Nahare?Â
Ki looked out the window again.
What would happen to everyone? The game of daggers and hoods was about to begin in earnest. This was a dance Ki had played over and over and he was tired of stepping out onto the dance floor. Tired of watching his back every time he met with someone. Tired of telling half-truths to everyone and lies to most.
Ki had tried running before. It didn't work. He had tried fighting back.
How many employers had he stabbed in the back? Too many.
And Adin had been the first.
Snow was falling and the fat flakes of frozen water danced on the still air of the sleeping city.
Melkire had told him what he wanted done. Course that hyur had. Melkire was the kind of man always wrapped up in the middle of everything. The literal lynch pin of Eorzea. And now he was wrapped up in Adin's plots. Again.
Ki's exhale frosted the glass and he licked his lips.
Tengri was a pawn for Adin. Ki wanted to wring the au ra's neck. But that would give away the secret. Ki had to keep playing the game now. And Ki planned to tie up all the loose ends this time. There would be no escape for Adin. Not this time.
Ki pulled out a linkpearl from a box that sat on the window sill. He looked at it and then slipped it into his left ear. He pressed it and spoke softly.
"Myst." Ki said the name with a swallow. He had gone to the necromancer so many moons ago to revive a dear dead one. Now, he had other designs for the necromancer. What made him worried was that Myst likely had designs of his own.
"Grimsong." Myst's whisper of a voice answered, smug and drawn out, like a yawning cat awakened from a nap. "To what do I owe this intrusion of my privacy?"
"We need to chat." Ki answered slowly.
An annoyed clicking filled the linkpearl.
"I do ever so much hate conversation, even with you, Grimsong." Myst as clearly annoyed. "Whatever is so pressing?"
"It's time you handed over that stone." Ki replied. "And there have been some developments."
The line was silent and then:
"This is your issue, Grimsong. I'll want a fresh stack of -material- for my time."
"We already agreed to the gil."Â Ki replied with a growl.
"Things change. See you soon."
The line went dead and Ki stared out at the falling snow.Â
Ki didn't like dealing with Myst anymore than Myst enjoyed talking. But Ki needed the necromancer now. He'd pay whatever the necromancer's price for the peace of mind that this time, the dead -stayed- dead.
Ki just hoped he wasn't trading one evil for another.