Post by Shoki on Oct 4, 2012 15:46:54 GMT -8
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Irai's Home/Cliffside Hold | Late Afternoon
"Nanna, we finished cleaning the front room!" Ased trotted out of the room, tailed by Deasde very promptly. Ida's children were over a lot, though fortunately they didn't cause Kumori to want to strangle them very much. Hardly ever actually. Ida did a good job of keeping her spawn out of the old woman's hair when she wanted it and they were largely self sufficient as far as entertainment went. That and they made for good house cleaners.
"Good job you two. Now go on and pick out what you want me to cook you for dinner, and don't lose the marks." Irai went to give Deasde the marks, as she was the more serious of the two. She nodded solemnly, before her brother grabbed her arm impatiently.
"We'll get you something good Nanna! We promise." The lad and his shadow trotted off a moment later, heading right out to the door and to get some fish. Presumably they would get fish, not that Irai cared much. The moment they were out of sight, her smile dropped and she went over her house again. Nope, they had been no where close to finding the knives she hid around here. Still, best be vigilant. She'd hate to have to kill any of her family and uproot her facade. That would just be unfortunate. She moved quietly moved to check on her current projects. In the family can find out and not be murdered file was some knitted clothes for her grandchildren's turndays. The moment she couldn't use fine motor control, she was sunk, so she did her best to keep things up. Of course her private practice kept her skills sharp. Not that she could leave a trail of bodies anymore, she had given that up. The mask was all important. She did need more yarn though. She went to a chair in her front room and sat down before taking out a knife that was hiding in her boot. She unsheathed it briefly and checked the blade, then returned it. She did this three more times, for the knife in her other boot and the ones hidden behind her belt. Kumori was decidedly careful and had many little things she did to make sure that not a soul discovered anything real about her. Unless she wanted them to.
There was a mirror on the way out the door and she stopped there next. So many wrinkles. And scars of course, but she never looked on those with disdain. She had lived too long with her old friends. Her face now was neutral, almost bored. Kumori let out a deep breath and then smiled, soft and motherly. Ah, yes this was Irai's face. Something so sickeningly sweet that she wanted to vomit. Still, it had served her well. She then headed outside. Her home, of course, was a humble one, but she had a surprising amount of stuff to her name. And more knives then one could shake a stick at. Still, it was a modest existence, but yet, she had something that was hopeful, finally. Rather then melancholy monotony, she might have one to learn from her. She stepped out of her home and looked around, before busying herself watering the plants she had growing. A modest garden to distract her. 'To give an old woman something to do.' She had a hundred of lines like that. A lie to go out, another to come back, and fifty to bind someone to her. She was good at crafting the sweetest, most beautiful lies. That seemed to be what people wanted, beautiful lies.
Kumori went about watering the plants, crafting more lies, making plans, and all in all, doing what she did best. Making masks.
Irai's Home/Cliffside Hold | Late Afternoon
"Nanna, we finished cleaning the front room!" Ased trotted out of the room, tailed by Deasde very promptly. Ida's children were over a lot, though fortunately they didn't cause Kumori to want to strangle them very much. Hardly ever actually. Ida did a good job of keeping her spawn out of the old woman's hair when she wanted it and they were largely self sufficient as far as entertainment went. That and they made for good house cleaners.
"Good job you two. Now go on and pick out what you want me to cook you for dinner, and don't lose the marks." Irai went to give Deasde the marks, as she was the more serious of the two. She nodded solemnly, before her brother grabbed her arm impatiently.
"We'll get you something good Nanna! We promise." The lad and his shadow trotted off a moment later, heading right out to the door and to get some fish. Presumably they would get fish, not that Irai cared much. The moment they were out of sight, her smile dropped and she went over her house again. Nope, they had been no where close to finding the knives she hid around here. Still, best be vigilant. She'd hate to have to kill any of her family and uproot her facade. That would just be unfortunate. She moved quietly moved to check on her current projects. In the family can find out and not be murdered file was some knitted clothes for her grandchildren's turndays. The moment she couldn't use fine motor control, she was sunk, so she did her best to keep things up. Of course her private practice kept her skills sharp. Not that she could leave a trail of bodies anymore, she had given that up. The mask was all important. She did need more yarn though. She went to a chair in her front room and sat down before taking out a knife that was hiding in her boot. She unsheathed it briefly and checked the blade, then returned it. She did this three more times, for the knife in her other boot and the ones hidden behind her belt. Kumori was decidedly careful and had many little things she did to make sure that not a soul discovered anything real about her. Unless she wanted them to.
There was a mirror on the way out the door and she stopped there next. So many wrinkles. And scars of course, but she never looked on those with disdain. She had lived too long with her old friends. Her face now was neutral, almost bored. Kumori let out a deep breath and then smiled, soft and motherly. Ah, yes this was Irai's face. Something so sickeningly sweet that she wanted to vomit. Still, it had served her well. She then headed outside. Her home, of course, was a humble one, but she had a surprising amount of stuff to her name. And more knives then one could shake a stick at. Still, it was a modest existence, but yet, she had something that was hopeful, finally. Rather then melancholy monotony, she might have one to learn from her. She stepped out of her home and looked around, before busying herself watering the plants she had growing. A modest garden to distract her. 'To give an old woman something to do.' She had a hundred of lines like that. A lie to go out, another to come back, and fifty to bind someone to her. She was good at crafting the sweetest, most beautiful lies. That seemed to be what people wanted, beautiful lies.
Kumori went about watering the plants, crafting more lies, making plans, and all in all, doing what she did best. Making masks.
