Melodia brought her bootheel down hard onto the young male Hyur's knee...well the side of it anyway, pressed hard as she bent over at the wasit to look down at him while he yelled in pain.
  "I'll no' ask ye again. What were ye doin' about at this hour, traipsin' about wi' tha' woman look like she jus' wandered out o' some harem? Hmm?" She pressed the heel down harder and twisted slightly.
She was not wearing her uniform at the time. She wore her darker jacket and pants, looking more akin to gear designed for a field operation, because she was not on duty, and as far as the man knew, she was simply someone accosting him. Though, she'd been careful to drag him off to a more secluded stairwell before starting their conversation. The quick slam to the wall with his face had caught his attention and and stunned him just long enough for her to knock the wind out of him and get the leverage needed to keep him pinned with her boot.
His answer was panicked. "I don't know what you're talking about! She's a friend!"
"Oh, I'm sure she is. Such a dear friend she ran off th' second ye got into a scrape. How much did she cost ye?" She slapped him across the cheek trying to get his attention. "Hmm? More'n tha' where did ye pick her up? Tell me!" She added emphasis with a hard press on the kneeas she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow and glancing about. She'd seen one of the guards had peeked down the stairwell and had given her a knowing nod before going back to his patrol, leaving her in peace.
"The Wench!! The Wench, damn it! Please stop!" He was in tears and his knee was screaming. But she had paused, staring at him with her deep burgandy eyes and long blue hair pulled to the side as she drew a dagger and knelt close, holding it to his throat.
"The Wench? An' tell me, love. was there by chance a sultry redhead involved in arrangin' this lit'le date o' yers? Speak true 'r I'll slit yer throat and dump ye in the sea." The words were flat, cold and honest. She had little patience for this man already and needed an genuine answer.
His expression was confused and he shook his head quickly looking at the dagger and not her. "N-no. No redhead.....we just met at the bar, I swear. Please believe me.....I-I don't even know what this is about....I ju-just wanted a good time was all." He began to weep and she shook her head, standing up.
She believed him. Her voice was calm and gentle as she slipped the dagger back into her belt. "Aye....I b'lieve ye. Go on home.....take a cold shower. An' stay out o' trouble. I don' want t' see ye anymore tonight."
He didn't wait and scrambled to his feet, limping up the stairs away into the night. She waited there, pulling out the Heaven's Gate business card and staring at it with narrowed eyes. She needed more information. The proprietor....she was a slick one and Melodia knew she couldn't just blindly approach her hoping for answers. She'd seen the deftness of the woman already the last time they'd met in the Wench during the party thrown by that group of pirates.
She just needed more information....some kind of proof. She stepped and walked down the stairwell back toward the docks, hoping she would get something soon.
  "I'll no' ask ye again. What were ye doin' about at this hour, traipsin' about wi' tha' woman look like she jus' wandered out o' some harem? Hmm?" She pressed the heel down harder and twisted slightly.
She was not wearing her uniform at the time. She wore her darker jacket and pants, looking more akin to gear designed for a field operation, because she was not on duty, and as far as the man knew, she was simply someone accosting him. Though, she'd been careful to drag him off to a more secluded stairwell before starting their conversation. The quick slam to the wall with his face had caught his attention and and stunned him just long enough for her to knock the wind out of him and get the leverage needed to keep him pinned with her boot.
His answer was panicked. "I don't know what you're talking about! She's a friend!"
"Oh, I'm sure she is. Such a dear friend she ran off th' second ye got into a scrape. How much did she cost ye?" She slapped him across the cheek trying to get his attention. "Hmm? More'n tha' where did ye pick her up? Tell me!" She added emphasis with a hard press on the kneeas she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow and glancing about. She'd seen one of the guards had peeked down the stairwell and had given her a knowing nod before going back to his patrol, leaving her in peace.
"The Wench!! The Wench, damn it! Please stop!" He was in tears and his knee was screaming. But she had paused, staring at him with her deep burgandy eyes and long blue hair pulled to the side as she drew a dagger and knelt close, holding it to his throat.
"The Wench? An' tell me, love. was there by chance a sultry redhead involved in arrangin' this lit'le date o' yers? Speak true 'r I'll slit yer throat and dump ye in the sea." The words were flat, cold and honest. She had little patience for this man already and needed an genuine answer.
His expression was confused and he shook his head quickly looking at the dagger and not her. "N-no. No redhead.....we just met at the bar, I swear. Please believe me.....I-I don't even know what this is about....I ju-just wanted a good time was all." He began to weep and she shook her head, standing up.
She believed him. Her voice was calm and gentle as she slipped the dagger back into her belt. "Aye....I b'lieve ye. Go on home.....take a cold shower. An' stay out o' trouble. I don' want t' see ye anymore tonight."
He didn't wait and scrambled to his feet, limping up the stairs away into the night. She waited there, pulling out the Heaven's Gate business card and staring at it with narrowed eyes. She needed more information. The proprietor....she was a slick one and Melodia knew she couldn't just blindly approach her hoping for answers. She'd seen the deftness of the woman already the last time they'd met in the Wench during the party thrown by that group of pirates.
She just needed more information....some kind of proof. She stepped and walked down the stairwell back toward the docks, hoping she would get something soon.