Madness in a Cadenza

[Kaze]

As Hall asked if he was a traitor, Kaze pulled a small paper towel and started to remove the red lipstick from her lips, without even acknowledging Hall's question. Silence once again filled the room, as if waiting for the her voice to fill it. She then kneeled and picked up Hall's bitten off finger, placing it in a small medical bag, that immediately froze the contents. Rising up, she finally looked at Hall, like a Queen looks at a traitorous soldier. There was no pitty. There was no sentiment. No anger. No rage. Nothing. Just a steely, marble like face, carved in titanium.

"You are." Her voice was her own once again. Accents, languages, all gone. Now her voice rang like truth. "According to the veritable amount of information inside that laptop, you even tried to assassinate a member of the Bretonian Armed Forces. An Admiral now, at that." She finally pulled a gun from her back, and trailed it at Hall. The sound of the energy being charged sounded like the final punctuation in her sentence.

"Once, I killed Reavers. Monsters for some, traitors to others. For that was my job." She closed into Hall, bionic arm ready to dish out damage as the other kept his head square in her sights. "To all of them I spoke the truths about what we were. And then I asked what were their final words." Kaze's face stood still as a testament that this was not an action bound by rage, disgust or any other foolish sentiment. It was bound by duty. "They never managed to speak them. For there are no final words. Only truths. And they were already spoken to them."

"Making money from the pain of Leeds." She pressed the energy level increase, the sound increasing in tone. "Feigning your own assassination so you could gather more power." The level increase was pressed once again, rising the tone. "Betraying your Queen, your people, your house." And that finger clicked to increase the sound of impending doom even further.

"Dealing with nomad infected. Dealing with Corsairs." She eyed Hall. "You are a veritable mess of rotten and tangled connections in and out of Bretonia." The barrel of the blaster crept even closer to Hall's head, the sound humming. "Do you have any last words?" Her voice was but a whisper.

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES