Post by Neonhyper
Yeah! Hyper got off her lazy butt and actually wrote the second chapter \o/! Three cheers to procrastination!
Well, now that its here, enjoy, read, feedback and the like, I'm slowly running out of ideas on how to ramp up to where I'm getting with this whole story. So... eh, sorry if it fails.
Another note, is that what else I'm trying to show in Leaping, is that Nasia isn't just the bish you saw in Striding....
If you didn't see the first chapter, it's right here for your convenience.
If you need more background on some of the characters, because this is the first time you're reading any of my stuff, the link to Striding is on my userpage.
A breeze rushed through the open window, stirring the curtains as the blew inside the building. As it was still night, no light shone through into the dark room, and one candle set upon an oak desk barely illuminated the area. It didn't help the SI:7 agent, who was standing across from the desk, that the flickering flame did not allow him to see his contact's face.
"So you have arrived?" His contact, the man reclining back in the chair situated behind the desk, was staring right at him. Despite his formal training, the agent couldn't help but fear nervous in the shadowed character's presence.
"Yes, yes I have." The agent responded, clasping his hands behind his back, "... and the girl, she... she's doing exactly as we suspected."
Tapping his fingers together, his contact finally seemed to make up his mind. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk, staring at the agent from across the room. Still, even with his face so close to the candle light, the agent could not make out a single detail of the man's expression.
"This means we are on track to killing the target?" He snapped, and the agent gulped in surprise and nearly backed up.
"Yes... yes sir."
"Then keep watch on the girl's progress. I want assessments when her craft is being shaped, and if she veers off track, I want you to correct it." The man growled and bent over, opening a drawer and removing two battered envelopes.
He pushed them away from him, and the agent nervously approached the desk to pick them up. With a stern look in the agent's direction, the man turned to the candle and put it out with his fingers, leaving the room in complete darkness.
Only the sounds of hurried footsteps down the exiting corridor could be heard. And even with their meeting complete, neither of them had noticed the voidwalker in the corner of the room, that had been present for their entire conversation.
Lithi slouched down in her chair to the point where Nasia was convinced that she wanted the plush material to swallow her up. The younger blood elf was staring at the ground, unwilling to look up and give the answers that were being requested of her.
"... I don't want to get vicious over this, Lithi." Nasia said quietly, "But I need to know what's going on, and I need to know as soon as possible. You know what he's done, and you know what he's still trying to do."
The paladin muttered incomprehensibly to herself, and finally looked up at her friend, who was reclining back and patiently waiting for her to talk. Lithi looked back down at the table between their chairs, laying on top of it was the piece of paper.
A wanted poster. Nasia's name was written upon it in fancy calligraphy, an artist's skilled drawing of the scout, and the information for catching her. Dead or alive. Then the name, the name that her friend was so adamant on finding information on, the name of the man who wants her head.
"I'm going to ask again," Nasia stated calmly, snapping Lithi out of her trance, "... why is he alive?"
The scout's hand drifted down to the paper, as if wanting the paladin to watch closely, which she definitely was. Both elves looked at each for one moment, before Nasia reached a slender finger over and tapped the tip of her unpainted, jagged nail above the name. Proprias Shadowstrider
Lithi looked at Nasia, and the sharp look in her fel green eyes caused the younger elf to suddenly break out crying. In less time than it took to ask what was the matter, waterfalls of tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"I didn't do it... I didn't do it!" Lithi managed to squeak in between her sobbing gasps, "I swear Nasi, I didn't bring him back!"
Nasia's almost apathetic expression didn't break as she mulled over Lithi's words. The crying elf kept spouting out her defense and quietly rocked in her chair, until Nasia stood up and walked over to Lithi and embraced her friend in silent comforting.
"I believe you, Lithi, I do." Nasia said quietly, looking the paladin in her teary eyes, "But even if you didn't do it, I need to know what happened."
"I d-don't... know." She responded, "He came here... a while ago... a few months, asking if I had seen you. I told him I hadn't and that you left for Northrend... and then... and then... Prop said that if you showed up that I should tell him..."
Nasia raised an eyebrow, but couldn't say anything before Lithi kept babbling on, "... I told he I wasn't going to... and... then he left... and... I... realized it was him, and that... you killed him before... and that he shouldn't be alive... and.. and..."
The scout didn't let the younger elf continue talking, and simply pulled the girl into a tighter hug. Lithi buried her head in Nasia's shoulder and kept crying and Nasia simply rocked the two back and forth gently.
It was early morning in Stormwind, the sun had barely peaked it's golden light over the horizon, and Loretta was already outside within a ring of training dummies. She had been smart and didn't wear a dress today, instead settling on purple vest with a white shirt underneath and black pants. Both articles were comfortable and allowed for easy movement, which she figured would be best if she were going to be swinging weapons around.
James entered the area she was in, holding a large sack over his shoulder as he dumped it near the girl. He rubbed his eyes, obviously still tired from having woken up before daylight. Loretta grinned down at him, and he just yawned as he pulled a sword out of the sack and handed it to the girl.
She grabbed it in one hand, and nearly dropped it onto James, the warrior backing up to avoid her clumsy handling of the weapon. Loretta grabbed the hilt with both hands and managed to hold it up, but as she turned to strike one of the dummies, she dropped the blade from the weight and yelped.
"Doesn't look like you'll be using a sword anytime soon." James laughed and stood up, "Didn't think so... but I wanted to make sure just in case you had special talent."
They both took a moment to laugh, before Loretta joined him near the sack of weapons, "What else is in there?" She asked curiously.
Not answering with words, he pulled the bag open wider and revealed the six or seven daggers arranged haphazardly inside. Loretta gasped, and James pulled them out expertly, one at a time, and laid them on the white stone ground beneath them.
"We'll go through all of them, and we'll see which ones you like the best." James said, "And hopefully you won't cut yourself... or me."
As James began helping Loretta with her strikes and aim, he also told her about the different daggers and what they were best used for. It was a few hours, and by the time the sun was actually seen over the high walls of Stormwind, Loretta was well worn out from the training.
A thoroughly cut up and stabbed dummy was behind her as she bent down and examined the daggers again, remembering what she had done with each one and figuring which ones were the most comfortable.
One was small, with a bronze hilt that had a few minor engravings on the side. It was well worn, and had obviously belonged to someone else in the past, but it was the only weapon she could use in her right hand properly. She had once brought up the subject of why everyone uses their right hand to do things, when she used her left, and James had simply told her she was different.
That made her chuckle as she remembered the discussion, and went back to looking at the dagger. It started off with a fat blade, but it curved inward to make a skinny segment, before fattening and finally moving inward again to finish off in a sharp point.
The other one she had picked was much larger, the silver gemmed hilt was slightly smaller than the length of the other dagger. This one hand a simple blade, that was sharp on both sides and had a point on top. It didn't have near as deadly a tip as the other one, but it was probably good that she had two that did different jobs.
She looked up at James as she held the two weapons, and he smiled again.