Each step was taken with a particular confidence. With Ophelia by her side, Amara felt that her plans couldn't help but go exactly as planned. With her head held high, the wind shuffled against her loose clothing, sending her hair waving beside her. The air rustled the leaves that were now beginning to crumble in falls cooling temperatures. As they approached the town square, Amara sensed that her new guest had arrived. A little past the fountain itself, stood a woman who looked as though she had been dressed for some twisted circus. Short shorts, a tangled shirt, and a bat lingering at her side. Messy piggy tails tangling from the womens hair, and makeup staining the fair skin of her face... Amara knew she had located the information carrier.
Turning to Ophelia, Amara pressed her lips together tightly as she gathered her thoughts. "A war is coming. And before it starts, we need a few more ingredients." Turning away, Amara didn't even give Ophelia the chance to respond. The last thing Amara needed was this witch asking questions. Knowledge was a dangerous weapon, and too much information was enough to turn a comrade into an enemy. Approaching the woman, Amara gave a gentle nod towards the woman without directly looking towards her. "Bow, did you find the dimensional drift?" As soon as the words escaped Amaras lips, Bow broke out into a crazed laughter. The laughter itself answered the question, the Trickster had found a way to reach and pull back the dead.
Hell and back was practically where Bow had gone in order to obtain the information request of her. Since the break up of the Carnival, Bow had retreated back to her old habits. Stealing, killing, and being paid for all the services she held so deeply to her heart. Collecting information wasn't something she was particularly interested in, but due to the complicated form of information requested, Bow took on the mission. Traveling the depth of the underground world located within Vegas, Bow waited for the perfect opportunity. Exactly 6:49pm, on the dot, and the man she had been waiting for arrived. Taking down the rest of her Jack in one gulp, Bow then rose to her feet and made her way across the strip club. The rest was history.
Appearing n the Island of Promises, Bow was splattered with blood across her clothing, and droplets located upon her skin. Whatever had to be done for the information she obtained had been done, Bow just hadn't expected the information to require eliminating half of the under ground population. It was disappointing to eliminate so many super naturals, but some thing just had to be done. At first Bow wasn't entirely positive who had paid for her services, but you could imagine her surprise when she realized it was a child. As the words escaped the young framed childs lips, instantly laughter seemed to echo the air surrounding Bow.After several seconds of laughter, Bow finally became capable of containing herself. "Sorry."
Taking a deep breath, Bow pushed the laughter back down her throat and took several seconds of silence so that her laughter wouldn't begin again. "Yes, yes I did find how to access the drift. Well, at least the whos. The individuals, the meat bag needed." Smiling widely, Bow swung her bat up and rested it against her shoulder comfortably. "Catch my drift?"
Post by Ophelia Moreno on Sept 5, 2016 20:49:00 GMT -5
With no rhyme or reason, Ophelia followed the child, although she wasn't quite sure why she was going along with Amara it was clear she was set on a mission. A look of empty determination set in her eyes, Amara seemed to be looking for someone. Millions of questions filled her head, like how the girl had known so much about her before she had even spoke her name, what it was that involved such a small child with the suspicious man she had met, and really who was this G in the first place? However with years in this sort of business, Ophelia knew that now was not the time for questions. Instead she chose to keep her distance, just enough to let the space fill with the whispers of whatever or whomever it was Amara was looking for.
What approached them wasn't exactly what Ophelia had expected but then again it didn't really shock her. Being with Amara was unpredictable, but there was an aspect so interesting about it that she couldn't walk away. While much of the inner workings of Amara remained a mystery, Ophelia did find comfort in the girls methods. This was something she could relate to, spending much of her later life searching for the very thing Amara was currently after.. information. But what kind of information did Amara need from this half loon? The woman's sense or lack there of of anything was clearly absent, however the blood was an interesting touch.
Ophelia really did try her best to remain silent, after all she found word of mouth was the most efficient way of obtaining information. She had hoped to pick up more from the crazed woman but her riddles were almost redundant. Rolling her eyes, she had enough of these games, Amara needed to get talking, "Is that supposed to be amusing Trickster?" The species had left a bitter taste in her mouth years ago after a run in within the depths of an underground city. Crossing her arms over the chest, Ophelia pursed her lips and looked to Amara, "You expect me to just follow along as a pawn in your little fucked up chess game without any sliver of information. You and I both know how this game works, you're going to have to give me a little more than just a few empty promises." The words felt harsh now that she had spoken, but she needed to know more. So much of this didn't make sense, there was something bigger going on here than she ever suspected.
Typically Amara found herself rather composed. Each detail was collected exactly how she needed it in order for it to go according to plan. The only difference this time was, usually Amara worked alone. Looking over towards Ophelia, Amara first listened in order to merely understand. In order to find out what the true conflict was with this woman, Amara needed to listen. And in order to truly have this women's allegiance, she then also needed to gain her trust. "You are beginning to sound Wifty Ophelia. If you think my actions are entirely untoward then why are you still present?" Turning away from Ophelia, Amara now faced the Trickster standing in front of her. "Your information is much appreciated, but I no longer think we will be needed your services."Pulling a lighter from her pocket, Amara fidgeted with it for several seconds before lighting it. The moment it was lit, the fire seemed to grow to that of a large bird. The fire paused for several seconds before flying off from the lighters and attacking Bow. The trickster took several severe burns before she finally was capable of teleporting out of the area. The fire returned to the lighter, and Amara neatly place it back in her pocket before turning back to Ophelia. "I am not here to mollify you, nor am I here to burn you at the stake. There is a war coming, the change of balance is in the air, and the dead are turning over in their grave."
Taking several steps, Amara tucked her hands carefully into her coat pockets, speaking now only loud enough where Ophelia would hear her. "That, my dear wicked, is no riddle." While Amara dd enjoy the company of the fair witch, she wouldn't slow down if it meant betrayal. There had been too many lives sacrificed, and too much time wasted for anyone to get in her way. Ophelia could play her role as the witch of this play, or Amara would roll her ancestors over and find another. As time accelerated, so had the concerning factors of this war. They could no longer fiddle around, now they could only conquer. "We are taking down the Underworld."
Post by Ophelia Moreno on Sept 7, 2016 17:47:00 GMT -5
Ophelia felt the severity of her words as they had left her mouth but there was no turning back now. Amara was quick to react though, composed and collected in responding to her concerns, all while dealing with the trickster. It seemed a cruel way to deal with a being that she had requested the presence of, not to mention fire was a touchy element to her people, that much Amara was clearly aware of. Yet Ophelia found beauty in the flames that flickered off of the fiery bird's feather tips. While the flames made her skin crawl, she couldn't help but stare as the majestic phoenix did Amara's bidding.
Though she felt slightly bad for the strange clown girl, Ophelia was glad that she had gone. It was hard enough keeping up with Amara let alone a chaotic trickster with an alternative agenda. Ophelia was beginning to forget about Amara's age, seeing it was simply a number, her mind was far more aged than even her own. Perhaps that's why she wasn't all that shocked when Amara mentioned the underworld. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down inquisitively, "Who or what pissed you off in the underworld?" She meant it as a joke really, but there was a serious tone behind it.
She was beginning to think there was much more to her involvement than Amara let on, but for now she felt ok with that. There was an unspoken trust between her and the look in Amara's eyes, the sound of her voice, it all just made sense. The only question that remained to Ophelia was how she fit into all of this. Yes she was a witch and all, but certainly there were much more powerful beings to take on the underworld? If Amara did intend to wage war with the devil himself, they were going to need something big.