Jin'li stood in the middle of the room, his black eyes staring wide-eyed at the wall, which was covered in calculations and numerical values. His left arm moved furiously as he played a violin, the bow screeching back and forth across untuned strings, blood dripping from the finger tips of his right hand. For bells on end, he had stood there, staring, and playing, violently. The cacophony his instrument had been making had forced the two assassins whom had stood just outside to distance themselves from the open door. The miqo'te was lost in his own mind.
Jin'li's mind saw the face of his dead master Adin, standing over the mental image of the dead, headless, corpse of Lady Rema, his second master. Adin was smiling.
"Rema is no more. We are done with plans of conquest, Jin'li. Ul'dah's destruction awaits."
Adin's voice whispered in his mind, causing Jin'li's right ear to twitch. The white haired miqo'te played on, the notes growing louder.
Jin'li." the mental voice of Adin said as the imagined face turned into a scowl. "Stop that insufferable noise."
Jin'li played on, silent, his face emotionless as he gazed into his first master's eyes.
"Jin'li that's an order!" Adin barked. Jin'li blinked and then played faster.
"You are no longer worthy of service, Master Adin." Jin'li said in his monotone voice
The imagined Adin blinked.Â
"You will repent for your backtalk slave, do not forget whom saved you."
"This humble slave saved himself by impressing you with my skills ten years ago. You are not worthy of service. This humble slave has broken Ul'dah with his hands and Lady Rema's plans. You are just anger and failed plans. I rid myself of you."
"And then whom will you serve?! A slave must serve Jin'li!" Adin snarled.
"This humble slave shall serve himself for the first time in his life that soon shall end."
Suddenly Jin'li bent over, adjusted the angle of the violin and the bow and then shoved forward. The bow pierced his left ear violently and then tore most of the left ear off. Crimson immediate stained his white hair but Jin'li's black eyes gazed at Adin, an imagined spear now thrust through the imagined hyur's chest. Adin gasped in surprise and Jin'li bowed as he kept playing the violin.
"That was rude of me, Master Adin. I'd ask your forgiveness, but, I no longer need your approval."
The imagined forms of master Adin and Rema faded away and his black, dull eyes focused on the wall.
The defenders of Ul'dah had counter Jin'li plans well. The numbers of dead were low, between a few hundred to a thousand had been slain by the Doctor's poison, and that estimate was a best case scenario for Jin'li. The chaos it had created had been pleasing, however, and even a few hundred was more than Laforet needed. The black mage was already altering the dead remains for the next assault upon the Gate of Thal.Â
The plan of his masters...no...HIS plan...it was working. He was doing so much. He only wished that he had more time. The Doctor had come to him just last night. The blood work the Doctor had done on Jin'li showed what Jin'li had already suspected. Jin'li had less than one moon cycle to live. The diseases he carried in his veins were finally catching up with him. He was going to die. Though the white haired miqo'te had no plans on dying alone. As the violin screeched in protest to it's harsh treatment, Jin'li blinked and then smiled.Â
The smile was awkward and contorted. He had smiled less than five times in his entire life. But he did it now and he suddenly giggled. An energetic, youthful laugh, one that mixed with rancor of the groaning violin as he played on.
From the doorway, the Doctor watched his fiddling patient in silence. The Doctor's golden eyes held both pity and fear in that moment as they reflected the lamp light. The Doctor had already packed and held his bag in his hand. His patient had long since gone insane and the Doctor no longer felt safe.Â
Without a word, the Doctor turned, his tail swishing as he walked away, outside the compound, and into the light of day. The Doctor sighed as he approached his chocoholic, which was pulling a wagon. The wagon was loaded with the antidote and more vials of his Blue Blood Strand 2. The Doctor smiled.
He had already sent letters to Rae and Kanaria. His employment to the Garleans was at an end. His poisons, his antidote, and his skills, were once again at the the service of the highest bidder.
The Doctor mounted the wagon and cracked the reigns and he rode off, constantly looking over his shoulder, at the two assassins that watched him leave.
Jin'li's mind saw the face of his dead master Adin, standing over the mental image of the dead, headless, corpse of Lady Rema, his second master. Adin was smiling.
"Rema is no more. We are done with plans of conquest, Jin'li. Ul'dah's destruction awaits."
Adin's voice whispered in his mind, causing Jin'li's right ear to twitch. The white haired miqo'te played on, the notes growing louder.
Jin'li." the mental voice of Adin said as the imagined face turned into a scowl. "Stop that insufferable noise."
Jin'li played on, silent, his face emotionless as he gazed into his first master's eyes.
"Jin'li that's an order!" Adin barked. Jin'li blinked and then played faster.
"You are no longer worthy of service, Master Adin." Jin'li said in his monotone voice
The imagined Adin blinked.Â
"You will repent for your backtalk slave, do not forget whom saved you."
"This humble slave saved himself by impressing you with my skills ten years ago. You are not worthy of service. This humble slave has broken Ul'dah with his hands and Lady Rema's plans. You are just anger and failed plans. I rid myself of you."
"And then whom will you serve?! A slave must serve Jin'li!" Adin snarled.
"This humble slave shall serve himself for the first time in his life that soon shall end."
Suddenly Jin'li bent over, adjusted the angle of the violin and the bow and then shoved forward. The bow pierced his left ear violently and then tore most of the left ear off. Crimson immediate stained his white hair but Jin'li's black eyes gazed at Adin, an imagined spear now thrust through the imagined hyur's chest. Adin gasped in surprise and Jin'li bowed as he kept playing the violin.
"That was rude of me, Master Adin. I'd ask your forgiveness, but, I no longer need your approval."
The imagined forms of master Adin and Rema faded away and his black, dull eyes focused on the wall.
The defenders of Ul'dah had counter Jin'li plans well. The numbers of dead were low, between a few hundred to a thousand had been slain by the Doctor's poison, and that estimate was a best case scenario for Jin'li. The chaos it had created had been pleasing, however, and even a few hundred was more than Laforet needed. The black mage was already altering the dead remains for the next assault upon the Gate of Thal.Â
The plan of his masters...no...HIS plan...it was working. He was doing so much. He only wished that he had more time. The Doctor had come to him just last night. The blood work the Doctor had done on Jin'li showed what Jin'li had already suspected. Jin'li had less than one moon cycle to live. The diseases he carried in his veins were finally catching up with him. He was going to die. Though the white haired miqo'te had no plans on dying alone. As the violin screeched in protest to it's harsh treatment, Jin'li blinked and then smiled.Â
The smile was awkward and contorted. He had smiled less than five times in his entire life. But he did it now and he suddenly giggled. An energetic, youthful laugh, one that mixed with rancor of the groaning violin as he played on.
From the doorway, the Doctor watched his fiddling patient in silence. The Doctor's golden eyes held both pity and fear in that moment as they reflected the lamp light. The Doctor had already packed and held his bag in his hand. His patient had long since gone insane and the Doctor no longer felt safe.Â
Without a word, the Doctor turned, his tail swishing as he walked away, outside the compound, and into the light of day. The Doctor sighed as he approached his chocoholic, which was pulling a wagon. The wagon was loaded with the antidote and more vials of his Blue Blood Strand 2. The Doctor smiled.
He had already sent letters to Rae and Kanaria. His employment to the Garleans was at an end. His poisons, his antidote, and his skills, were once again at the the service of the highest bidder.
The Doctor mounted the wagon and cracked the reigns and he rode off, constantly looking over his shoulder, at the two assassins that watched him leave.
