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	Writings of Varying Perspective I'm not entirely sure what to call this kinda writing style; it's third person, you see all their thoughts, but more along the lines of seeing the world the way they do. Meh. Check the wiki for Robert Jordan; maybe the answers are there.

	Prologue - Part 4
	Prologue - Part 4


She saw him jump down as she walked into the place, and laughed to herself as his chair collapsed underneath him. It didn’t surprise her; he was easily twice her size, and possibly more than that in respect to his weight. She made her way towards him, weaving through furniture that seemed to have been picked at random from various places in the city. Choosing an embroidered sofa, she sat down and adjusted her skirts. He gave no outward reaction to the gown; that rather disappointed her. Oh well. She didn’t expect it to garner too big a response; she supposed it was more of an impulsive purchase, anyway. “You are late. Again,” he growled. “Considering why we do this, I am surprised you do not come early to these meetings.” She put on a jokingly hurt look. “You make it sound like I don’t care. Besides, it’s nearly impossible to beat you to wherever we’re meeting. You’re the one who always complains about checking the place out first.” He stared blankly at her. She got the feeling he wasn’t in the best of moods. “You look like you’ve been doing well, at least. You’ve even put on good amount of weight,” she joked. “You are going to bring that up every time, aren’t you?” he said dryly. “But then, I would expect you to be surprised, having been out of contact for two years. Surely your count could not have risen much.” She blushed and looked away. It was probably safe to assume he knew; there were fewer surprises that way. “It’s…it’s up to seventy-two.” That set him off. “You are doing far too much freelance work. Surely you have not forgotten the deal? I was to locate them for you, and clean up afterwards. Murder is murder to human authorities; superstitious though they are, they are far from the possibility of believing what you do. A single clue is all it would take; a hair, blood, tools left behind; and they will be after you. It takes even less to alert your ‘targets’. No more of this. I do not care if you have found even the original court; I’ll be accompanying you tonight, and that is final.” She flinched. He knew better than to talk about them; there wouldn’t be any concessions on his part at all, tonight. There rarely were when it came to her safety. All she could do was try to plan some way to lose him on the way to tonight’s target, and she seriously doubted that possibility. “Okay. I understand.” Tonight was going to end rather badly, she thought. Tezke · Wed Jun 10, 2009 @ 07:01pm · 0 Comments


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