Black0ut & ZombieSplitter53 Capricious Assassins Part One Havenbrook Manor Oct. 21st, 3349 12:12 p.m. Titania focused her strength and power on her newest technique, avoiding the curious looks of her fellow Hunters. Four wooden weapons; a longsword, a rapier, a waraxe, and a dagger repeatedly struck a dummy, the axe slowing her down due to her inexperience with the weapon. "Damn, girl!" said a voice that was beginning to be more familiar. "Looking stylishly good!" As Titania focused on the voice she soon realized that she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, as her arms slowed down dropping the axe and rapier onto her foot. "Ow." She murmured, her eye twitching turning to the voice. "Hey, Ra- Mom. I didn't think you were coming today... you working?" Runseca sighed. "For once, no. I actually have the day off... unless one of the other gods call me. I thought we could... I don't know. Do mom and daughter stuff that doesn't involve training." She smiled. "It makes me really happy when you call me mom, you know?" Titania gathered up the assorted weaponry, and put them back on the shelves. "Well, I got something to brighten your day even more, then. But give me a minute or two to get it, 'cause, uh... I'm not exactly allowed to run in the Manor after nearly knocking over Mina." The goddess giggled. "Of course. I love surprises." Titania walked briskly towards the manor, her pace almost what a normal person would call running. Walking into the manor, she disappeared. One minute, two minutes, several passed until she came lumbering out with a big canvas. "Why do they make these so awkward?!" The Thrope half-whined, trying to hide a smile. Runseca tilted her head. "Well, what is this dear? Some project you have been working on?" "A painting with a twist." Titania said as sge turned her work over for her Godly mother to see. It was horribly drawn with charcoal, the image being of Titania and her true mother. The art should've belonged to a toddler's doodles rather than a noblewoman's drawing. "So... what do you think?" Titania asked with a grin. "It's, um... e-um..." Runseca smiled. "It's a wonderful...ly unique drawing of... us?" "Stop lying, it's purposely bad." Titania's longsword cleared its sheath, slicing the canvas from top to bottom. The front part of the canvas fell, revealing a beautiful painting of the two underneath, the colors bright and vibrant. The sword returned to its sheath, as Titania laughed. "So... instead of the crap I drew earlier... I hope you'll like this a bit better." "Oh... it is delightful!" Runseca rushed over and looked over every inch of it. "So beautiful. I... I don't know what to say? No one has ever done something like this before for me. The other gods, yes, but no one worries about the messenger goddess' favor. Thank you." "Well, it's yours and as for favor... Gods are still people. And every now and again, people need to be reminded that they are cared about. Especially if they just so happen to be a parent that works hard and risked their relationship with their child in order to tell the truth." Titania started, gently setting the painting down. "I don't care that you're a Goddess. I care that for, awhile now, you've been trying to be a good mother to me. So... consider this me accepting you fully as my Mom, not as the Messenger Goddess." "Oh..." Runseca placed a hand on her chest. "You're going to make me cry. I... have never been so touched. After... after the hardships my sister had with her daughter, I was worried about approaching you, but... now I know it is the smartest thing I ever did." "Nah, the smartest thing you ever did was being a kind and caring person that showed it." Titania replied, giving her a hug. "So, come on. Let's go shopping. I think we'll have a lot to talk about." Runseca nodded, wrapping an arm around her. "That sounds like an excellent idea. How about New Vento City? With our speed, we can be there in minutes." "Sounds like a plan." Titania nodded, breaking the embrace so they could both run uninhibited. She nodded her head downwards towards the painting, asking a silent question. "Oh." Runseca picked it up and darted away, fast enough to leave a brief after image. She was back within a minute, wiping her head. "Sorry it took so long. I couldn't decide where to hang it." Titania laughed, a goofy smile on her face. "I'm so.. wow... I knew you were faster than me, Mom, but I didn't quite expect 'afterimage' fast. If I even end up half as fast as you, I'll be very lucky." Shaking her head, the Wolf Thrope looked over towards the training grounds. Finally spotting her quarry, she took off her armor and approached. "Jay, you mind putting this away?" The Light Elf frowned, but nodded. Magical hands grabbed the armor piece, carrying it off. Walking back, Titania's body blurred. "Ready to go?" She asked, her voice distorting somewhat. Runseca did the same. "First one there gets to buy the other something to drink!" She rushed over to the doorway, motioning her daughter to follow. "Guess I'm buying then!" Titania said, as she ran forward and disappeared, her speed rendering her invisible to most people's sight. Runseca rushed to keep after her, her super reflexes allowing you to avoid things while maintaining speed. "So that technique you were practicing!" she shouted over the rushing wind. "I didn't teach it to you! It looked very clever, using your speed to wield four weapons at once!" "Only downside is that it's a bit hard on my arms, but eventually I'll be able to do it with ease!" Titania answered, narrowly sidesteppind a tree with a familiar dent in it. "So, did you hear about what happened with me a few months prior to your first visit?" "There are a number of things to be sure," Runseca commented. "Which one were you referring to?" "Either my daughter or the assassination attempt. Your choice on which to choose to talk about." Titania replied, raising a hand to scratch one of her ears. Runseca frowned. "I know about the assassination attempt. Honestly, when I was considering whether or not to approach you, I remembered that, and how I almost lost my chance..." "Well, my recent trip to hell allowed me to talk to someone who knew more about it... he... well, I don't know if he was good or bad, but he told me someone from my former life as a noble wants me. Said it was dead or alive and from the amount of money, an influential House." Titania informed, jumping over a rock. "So, when I can, I'll ask a Goddess not in the pantheon to help me find who's coming after me." Goddess... not in the Pantheon?" Runseca nearly ran into a tree thinking about that one, instead running up then down it. "You mean the one your fellow Hunter Sylvie worships?" "Yeah. Her name's Ahusirra. Nature and Fertility Goddess... who's generally nice. It was interesting to see her 'mortal form'... And I do owe her for saving my life in the Neren'tevan forest." Titania explained, as she briefly looked over at her mother for a moment. Runseca looked over as well. "It would be nice to meet her myself. Maybe the other gods should get to know her." "I could set you up with a time and place if you want." Titania suggested, stepping up onto and jumping off a wolf in her path. "She's met a lot of people at Havenbrook already... including my girlfriend, although that ended with Ahusirra detecting someone powerful enough to scare her. Someone who's name started with an 'H'... Lord Havor or something similar..." "H-Hastur!" This time, Runseca was distracted enough to smash into a tree, after which she tumbled to the ground. Titania reacted out of instinct; decelerating by scraping her feet and claws on the ground. After about fifty feet, she stopped fully for a moment only to rush over to the Goddess. She quickly grabbed her arms and pulled up, gauging Runseca's injuries. "You okay?" "Ugh, yeah. I, um... heal quickly." Runseca dusted herself off, a bit embarrassed. "You weren't talking about Hastur, were you?" "I believe that was the name Ahusirra said, so yes." Titania answered, tilting her head to the side. "Why do you ask?" Her mother placed her hands on Titania's shoulders. "He is an Old One. One of the Elder Gods. He is more dangerous then you can imagine. Please, whatever you do, avoid him at all costs." "Alright... if I can I'll avoid him. But if not, I'll just talk with him and try to get him to leave that way." The Thrope responded. Runseca let out a grim laugh. "No... no, you do not talk to Hastur. You run. Understand? Please, just... run."