[ Don't take too long. As if wasting time is even an option in such circumstances. ]
[ Hei leaves her at the hotel, his calm underpinned by a distant hum of anxiety. Something is rising inside him -- an innate hunger for violence, an itch to let off the massed tension in his body. The news of Korra's dreams hasn't sparked it. But it's certainly made it worse. It's like a lit fuse -- red-tipped and hot and buzzing -- that runs from his mind to his muscles, ready to ignite at any moment. It's only through a careful sense of monitoring that it doesn't. ]
[ By 2 AM, he's combed his way through the Underground's magic dens. Has endured the hairy eyeballs of a lot of things that don't have eyeballs at all, or else are nothing but eyeballs. He's snapped the necks of two vampires who started tailing him near the Circus Carnivore, has had streetwalkers descend on him like clouds of mosquitoes, alarming and desensualizing in their numbers, been solicited by a large percentage of grotesque creatures selling cure-all drugs, their bodies dotted with needle marks and surgery scars, been bodily thrown out of one dive down by the waterfront, and has the beginnings of a migraine. ]
[ But after a stop at a yuppie-sorcerers' coffee shop, for the largest, blackest, joltiest thing on the menu, he finds a suitable mage. A twenty-something girl, with enormous green gages in her ears, and frizzy black hair scraped into a ponytail to reveal a ruddy round face that is neither plain nor pretty, decorated in about a dozen silver piercings. Her credentials seem solid; she's done a number of spells to erase bad juju infesting Gysahl on the Green. But Hei prefers to be sure. Wandering idly around the periphery of the coffee shop, listening to her chatter, he whips a blade from his coat without warning, before flinging it at the girl. ]
[ Who stops him, without shifting a muscle. In a blink, Hei finds himself detached from the ground, and held, in a way that is rather pleasant, a couple of feet up in the air, watching his blade float to the floor like a feather. ]
[ Well shit. ]
You're hired.
[ Now it's just a matter of returning to hotel, and having her work on Korra. ]
no subject
[ Hei leaves her at the hotel, his calm underpinned by a distant hum of anxiety. Something is rising inside him -- an innate hunger for violence, an itch to let off the massed tension in his body. The news of Korra's dreams hasn't sparked it. But it's certainly made it worse. It's like a lit fuse -- red-tipped and hot and buzzing -- that runs from his mind to his muscles, ready to ignite at any moment. It's only through a careful sense of monitoring that it doesn't. ]
[ By 2 AM, he's combed his way through the Underground's magic dens. Has endured the hairy eyeballs of a lot of things that don't have eyeballs at all, or else are nothing but eyeballs. He's snapped the necks of two vampires who started tailing him near the Circus Carnivore, has had streetwalkers descend on him like clouds of mosquitoes, alarming and desensualizing in their numbers, been solicited by a large percentage of grotesque creatures selling cure-all drugs, their bodies dotted with needle marks and surgery scars, been bodily thrown out of one dive down by the waterfront, and has the beginnings of a migraine. ]
[ But after a stop at a yuppie-sorcerers' coffee shop, for the largest, blackest, joltiest thing on the menu, he finds a suitable mage. A twenty-something girl, with enormous green gages in her ears, and frizzy black hair scraped into a ponytail to reveal a ruddy round face that is neither plain nor pretty, decorated in about a dozen silver piercings. Her credentials seem solid; she's done a number of spells to erase bad juju infesting Gysahl on the Green. But Hei prefers to be sure. Wandering idly around the periphery of the coffee shop, listening to her chatter, he whips a blade from his coat without warning, before flinging it at the girl. ]
[ Who stops him, without shifting a muscle. In a blink, Hei finds himself detached from the ground, and held, in a way that is rather pleasant, a couple of feet up in the air, watching his blade float to the floor like a feather. ]
[ Well shit. ]
You're hired.
[ Now it's just a matter of returning to hotel, and having her work on Korra. ]