Goddess Soul [Inkidu & Keylee]
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				Title: <strong>Goddess Soul [Inkidu &amp; Keylee]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:34:15</strong>
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				Ashur breathed the visible mist of his breath into his gloved hands. Like thousands of bastard children in Eden he had no last name and no claim. He worked in a factory which was good he supposed it kept him away from the Ninety Eighth's gang. He'd seen those young boys and some girls spill innocent blood. It made him shiver. Like many of his caste, that is dirt poor, he had the constant starved look. He was simply a scrappy tall young man of twenty years. He had two young sisters. Aria, and Toli. They got the new dresses and the food; they always made him smile. <br><br>Ashur sloshed through the dirty snow. The tall brick buildings of Eden rising up around him. He pulled his tattered soot stained coat around his body and stood against the headwind. His angled face was handsome for a starved, soot covered bastard. He had blond hair, cut short like a factory worker. It was just long enough to get blown about in the wind. His somewhat long, narrow nose was red from exposure and his pale, pale green eyes were shut tight ice forming on his lashes. <br><br>Eden was always cold. It had a long winter and short summer and spring. He crossed the way. Sidestepping a gaggle of bigs from the gang. He could take them, but he never liked looking at people who had killed. They made him angry. Even if every young man in that group hadn't he didn't want to take that risk. <br><br>He touched the worn, green corroded knob on his shacks door and felt sick. It was his affinity for such things. His thoughts swam with dread. Not his sisters... he rushed in the house to no avail. His feelings were never wrong. Ashur knew. His sisters lay dead with fresh red blood. <br><br>Ashur promptly vomited. He could stand it. Righting himself he cried out to them. He cradled them in his arms and was struck with that affinity again. He knew who killed them. He could taste it, smell it, feel it. Two men from the Hundredth's entourage. The immortal herself was absent from the vision, but that didn't mean she'd not had a hand. <br><br>He swore he'd kill her if she knew. Immortals weren't all-knowing and two minions from her entourage might go unnoticed killing innocent girls. With one backwards glance. Ashur left his home, and his sisters. They were gone and only revenge filled his body. Without so much as a kitchen knife he set off for the men. <br><br>They were with her. He knew it. Such an injustice would not go without punishment. His body marched on in the cold. Ashur eventually met the group at the closest train station. The locomotives chugged steam and groaned up the elevated tracks. <br><br>Without thought he grabbed a belt knife of the first murderer while his back was turned and stabbed him in the spine. It came so naturally. Drawing the dying man's sword from his belt. Ignoring the revolver which some force told him had not been cleaned and would jam. He stabbed the second murderer through the stomach while he turned. Ashur looked in the dying man's eyes. They sparkled with the blessedness of an immortal. <br><br>He had been the Hundredth's champion... he'd killed a demigod. Ashur felt someone hit him over the back with a rifle stock but he stood standing. The dying man spat blood, "Murderer..." Ashur whispered to him before he was forced to his knees before the Hundredth herself. He laughed, he didn't even know her name, and he'd killed two of her best. <br><br>Some grim justice in that he supposed. Something to sweeten an eminent death. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Goddess Soul [Inkidu &amp; Keylee]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keylee</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 02:02:39</strong>
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				With feet sticking out from the blankets at the end of the bed she begins to wake up. Her arms are skewed over her head, bending to cup around her ears.&nbsp; She begins to stir around before rolling over and falling out of the soft foam filled bed, landing on the ice cold wooden floor with a thump. Slowly, the eye lids of the young woman open, displaying blue sapphire coloring as her pale skin begins to turn a blue tint from feeling cold.&nbsp; Dazed about what just happened, she quickly reaches up and wraps the thick blanket around her naked form. <br><br>“Hmm…” Standing now, Keylee brushed her short brown hair back from her face, the small button nose wiggling at the smell of something good.&nbsp; Leaving her bedroom, she pulled back the sliding door leading in to a small kitchen where she found one of her “workers” cooking up breakfast. “Ah, I knew I smelled bacon.” Sighing softly she slumped down on a chair near the table before looking down at the newspaper that was placed in front of her. <br><br>Keylee was a lady goddess, she didn’t do anything to cause problems, but she didn’t do anything to help the problems started by others. She simply looked the other way; it was easier than fighting with the other gods and goddess. Pushing the paper away, a plate was placed in front of her and she began to eat. <br><br>With breakfast finished she pulled on a green velvet dress then ended around her knees and complimented her pale white skin, looking as though she were made for the color.&nbsp; Soon her black shoes were heard tapping along the clean floors of the upstairs part of the factor. Peering through the glass windows she looked down at the amount of people that worked there. Their heads bend down at the tables they worked at as if they were Santa’s elves. She smirked and walked along the glass wall, keeping her eyes on the way the assembly line was moving along. <br><br>“Ah, such a pretty sight…” Keylee giggles and tilts her head to the side, letting her brown curls brush against her cheek. “Of course, I’m probably the only source of jobs for this time; it would be a shame if I decided to have the rights sold off…” Shakes her head and turns away from the sight, suddenly ashamed, yet entirely pleased with using such people to make whatever she desired on a whim. “Hmm that reminds me…” As she rests her hands on her lower back, cupping them a ring is heard through the room.&nbsp; Looking to a mirror behind the desk a face appears. “Oh… Hello…”<br><br>“We have a problem, it seems someone grew brave and decided to… Kill a few of our members…” Blinking her blue eyes, Key remains calm before shrugging.<br><br>&nbsp;“I have no desire to care… None of mine are killed nor have they caused trouble…Unlike your people..” <br>The male coughs and continues, “You are supposed to be&nbsp; a goddess, it is your problem as much as it is the rest of ours.” <br>Keylee shakes her head, “It is only my problem if it happened in my district..” As she began to speak again the male in the mirror interrupted. <br><br>“As it so happens the mortal did indeed kill in your territory, Your responsible. The people he killed where of importance to me.” <br>“Is that so?” She brings a hand to her necklace, toying with it in thought. “What am I to do? The rules are the rules are they not? I suppose I could come down and see what all the trouble is, what if I save him then what? And they were in my territory I believe he has right to kill.” The man huffs in the mirror fogging it up before he shakes his head. <br><br>“He’s yours to take care of, do what you want. Just get him out of here!” The god almost sounded afraid, this must have been bad. Quickly pulling her cloak over her shoulders and wrapping it around her small body, her lips frowned. “I Suppose I will…” Before leaving the office, Keylee pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, even though no soot or snow would touch her form. <br>Soon Keylee appears before the hundredth, crossing her arms over her chest, while the man was bent on his knees. “Did I interrupt something?”<br>
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