Post by pepsi on Apr 21, 2020 14:52:08 GMT -5
"And this chick?" The hooded figure nodded towards the raven-haired silent girl by Matthew's side. She hadn't said a single word during all of their exchange, but nevertheless she had listened to the whole thing. She met Matthew on the island, when she got off the ferry between the previous island and Veldesh; he had started talking to her out of pure curiosity, and while she didn't exactly feed the guy's hunger for words it served as a nice decoy to be a little less suspicious while walking around the suburbs of the Queendom's main city. The guy seemed to enjoy her company more than what was worth to her."She doesn't talk much. She's Jillian." Jillian moved her hand awkwardly, an attempt to greet the hooded man.
"Well, I can tell you what I know." The shady bloke sat on a nearby chair of his house, where the two had agreed to meet him again. In fact, right as Jillian and Matthew strolled across the street they rand into Matthew's cousin, who admitted to being there waiting for someone to come by. After a few minutes, they had been approached by a shady looking woman, and after a few minutes of negotiation, the woman got away with a small sum of money.
Matthew, curious, decided to ask him about that business.
"It's a family of bounty hunters. They laid their hands on something good, something real good. Now they're getting strong and... you know, my shop." The tone of the guy was gloomy and resigned. "They're making me pay for 'protection', and..." "What was it?" Jillian said, interrupting the sulky speech of Matthew's cousin. They both looked at her funny; she didn't say a word all that time, but the mere idea of something "valuable" stirred her up just enough to speak. "I... I don't know. I only heard it's a valuable weapon and-" "Where are they now?" The girl asked.
It was odd. Matthew had tried to talk her up all morning, hoping for something interesting to come out of it, maybe, but she didn't budge at all. Yet, just mentioning value... "Jillian," Matthew said, in utter disbelief, "why the sudden interest?"
The girl didn't look at him, nor did she reply. It would've been hard, way too hard, to explain him from the very beginning. If he had the ability to instantly transfer the information from her brain to his, she would've done so; but the mere act of communication, with its inherent inefficiency, tired her so. Instead, there were a few seconds of complete silence, before she repeated herself: "Where are they now?"