I enjoy watching professionals work, regardless of their trade or craft. Ridley is an angry sight to behold when she shifts into her 'working demeanor' when it involves things like this. She is wearing a dress I made for her. A felt bliaud and matching skirt with heels that are one ilm high – all a deep and muted shade of red that almost appears black in this lighting we have, mostly moonlight that flooded in from the kitchen. Her makeup is ruined and makes her appear sad. She very rarely wears any and came dressed to look the part for our time together tonight. Knowing her, this, if anything, is her biggest motivator for wanting to kill Ty at the moment if I would allow her.
Ridley stands over Ty's incapacitated form, holding a wound up backhand. She breathes in sharply before coming down hard on Ty's face with a blistering speed that would startle those unused to seeing her work. The force of the blow is noticeable and concerning as the entire chair rocks off its legs slightly before coming back down onto the floor shakily. She was told not to kill him, but it's obvious she is trying to 'accidentally' do it and forces me to say her name with a hint of chastisement. I don't need to say anything else for her to get the message. I know my daughter well enough at this point, and she also knows me and nods in acquiescence to the command. She makes light of me though and leans over, gently and sarcastically slapping him a few times with a cupped hand on his other cheek before coming across hard with a slap that finally rouses him.
Seeing Ty groan to life, and clearly suffering is almost reward enough for feeling like I am one step away from actually dying. My knee is still trembling from the injuries sustained from him, and my thoughts are strained and nearly impossible to sort through. The world is feeling sluggish but I need to put on an air of invincibility, or I am nothing compared to this man or anyone. No one can ever see me at anything less.
As Ty looks up at me with terrible anger in his face, I cross my arms and look down at him smugly. It's hard not to, I was dying at his hands and now he knows his fate has been sealed due to his recklessness. It's even harder to take any threat seriously with Ridley near me, regardless of its source.
Ridley takes cue from this and also crosses her arms and is content to let me speak my peace as she smiles like the saint that she is and simply looks forward seemingly disinterested in all of this when it's not her turn to 'speak'.
“Hello Ty. How has your trip to the Mists been so far?†Surprisingly he spits at my shoes, trembling with an impotent rage and refusing to speak. Ty's downfall was started due to his inability to look past his arrogance. I pity the man, him being too small for the world of Ul'dah'n politics and business. He can not accept that men like me could start from little with nothing more than determination and good fortune and within two years of moving to Ul'dah be more successful than they could ever hope to achieve. I'm not noble enough for him to accept my successes, a sentiment shared by most of those I share a political affiliation with. It's almost a shame to have to kill him, but he just told me in his own way he won't settle for less.
I roll my eyes at him spitting as I stand upright with humor on my face. “Well that's okay, you just sit there and think about it while I speak my peace and then let Ridley have hers.†I sigh as I uncross my arms and speak to him “It would seem we have a bit of a problem on our hands here, don't we Ty? You, a fellow Monetarist and someone who works within the political structure, breaking into the home of another who belongs to the same club. What...â€
Ty erupts with a shout “We are NOT...†is all he can manage to speak. If you aren't used to seeing Ridley work, you'd never see it coming. I barely catch it only because I saw her look down at him with her eyes during his outburst while still stiffly maintaining her posture. A slight twitch of her shoulder is all I can keep up with despite my heightened state, her arm whipping out in a blur to strike him again in the face with a backhand. He doesn't even start to react, he was still looking at me and in the middle of speaking totally unaware until the blow came screaming across his face. If he wasn't tied to the chair he would have crumpled to the floor but luckily for him we have him tied down so he can hang here in his new found stupor. While I give him time to collect himself through his convulsions and uncontrolled stammering with his eyes rolling over, I lean over to kiss Ridley on the top of her head and hug her around her shoulders. I am so proud of her.
I lean down to Ty, snapping my fingers in his face as I slap his cheeks to try and pull him from his daze. “Come on, I need you awake for this. Pull through for me okay?†Something finally falls back to place in his mind as his eyes go wide with confusion, unsure whether to believe he really was hit so hard and so fast. I nod to him expressing my pleasure “Impressive isn't she? Now, where were we.â€.
Ridley stands over Ty's incapacitated form, holding a wound up backhand. She breathes in sharply before coming down hard on Ty's face with a blistering speed that would startle those unused to seeing her work. The force of the blow is noticeable and concerning as the entire chair rocks off its legs slightly before coming back down onto the floor shakily. She was told not to kill him, but it's obvious she is trying to 'accidentally' do it and forces me to say her name with a hint of chastisement. I don't need to say anything else for her to get the message. I know my daughter well enough at this point, and she also knows me and nods in acquiescence to the command. She makes light of me though and leans over, gently and sarcastically slapping him a few times with a cupped hand on his other cheek before coming across hard with a slap that finally rouses him.
Seeing Ty groan to life, and clearly suffering is almost reward enough for feeling like I am one step away from actually dying. My knee is still trembling from the injuries sustained from him, and my thoughts are strained and nearly impossible to sort through. The world is feeling sluggish but I need to put on an air of invincibility, or I am nothing compared to this man or anyone. No one can ever see me at anything less.
As Ty looks up at me with terrible anger in his face, I cross my arms and look down at him smugly. It's hard not to, I was dying at his hands and now he knows his fate has been sealed due to his recklessness. It's even harder to take any threat seriously with Ridley near me, regardless of its source.
Ridley takes cue from this and also crosses her arms and is content to let me speak my peace as she smiles like the saint that she is and simply looks forward seemingly disinterested in all of this when it's not her turn to 'speak'.
“Hello Ty. How has your trip to the Mists been so far?†Surprisingly he spits at my shoes, trembling with an impotent rage and refusing to speak. Ty's downfall was started due to his inability to look past his arrogance. I pity the man, him being too small for the world of Ul'dah'n politics and business. He can not accept that men like me could start from little with nothing more than determination and good fortune and within two years of moving to Ul'dah be more successful than they could ever hope to achieve. I'm not noble enough for him to accept my successes, a sentiment shared by most of those I share a political affiliation with. It's almost a shame to have to kill him, but he just told me in his own way he won't settle for less.
I roll my eyes at him spitting as I stand upright with humor on my face. “Well that's okay, you just sit there and think about it while I speak my peace and then let Ridley have hers.†I sigh as I uncross my arms and speak to him “It would seem we have a bit of a problem on our hands here, don't we Ty? You, a fellow Monetarist and someone who works within the political structure, breaking into the home of another who belongs to the same club. What...â€
Ty erupts with a shout “We are NOT...†is all he can manage to speak. If you aren't used to seeing Ridley work, you'd never see it coming. I barely catch it only because I saw her look down at him with her eyes during his outburst while still stiffly maintaining her posture. A slight twitch of her shoulder is all I can keep up with despite my heightened state, her arm whipping out in a blur to strike him again in the face with a backhand. He doesn't even start to react, he was still looking at me and in the middle of speaking totally unaware until the blow came screaming across his face. If he wasn't tied to the chair he would have crumpled to the floor but luckily for him we have him tied down so he can hang here in his new found stupor. While I give him time to collect himself through his convulsions and uncontrolled stammering with his eyes rolling over, I lean over to kiss Ridley on the top of her head and hug her around her shoulders. I am so proud of her.
I lean down to Ty, snapping my fingers in his face as I slap his cheeks to try and pull him from his daze. “Come on, I need you awake for this. Pull through for me okay?†Something finally falls back to place in his mind as his eyes go wide with confusion, unsure whether to believe he really was hit so hard and so fast. I nod to him expressing my pleasure “Impressive isn't she? Now, where were we.â€.
