[ she falls into a routine, with the dregs. she goes on jobs, she lingers on the rooftops. and she's made a name for herself, already, though inej isn't entirely sure she likes it. the wraith, the ghost in the dark that can slit your throat and dump your body off the roof.
( it happened once. once. kaz and jesper were in the middle of negotiations, and inej had caught a sniper on the roof taking aim at them both. no one had been any the wiser until the body hit the ground. to kaz's credit, he hadn't batted an eyelash and continued the conversation as if nothing had happened. but jesper had reacted far more appropriately, his saints, what the fuck? echoing down the alleyways. the black tips decided to back off, after that. )
the killing is something she is still getting used to. she isn't entirely sure she ever will. the first time, she had scrubbed her hands so hard they nearly bled, and had remained on the roof for hours alone, trying to erase the sound of knife on bone from her ears. it had been a quick strike in self-defense, and it was either her or the razor gull that had a knife to her throat. but it didn't make it any easier. kaz had left her alone, for the most part, though he had come onto the roof to bring her dinner.
after that night, they were fairly inseparable, with one exception - kaz is still not a morning person. so inej spends most of her mornings alone in the mess hall. she's sitting in her favorite corner, sipping her coffee as she reads the paper. still trying to master the art of kerch, inej devours almost anything she can read. today, it's the police blotter.
she recognizes a few of the names on the list. poor sods. she hasn't been arrested yet. and if inej has her way, she never will.
she hears the thump of the cane before anything else, but inej doesn't look up from her reading as someone sits across from her, though her tone is dry: ]
Whatever it is, I am not doing it.
[ as her eyes scan down the blotter, picking out which names belonged to rival gangs and which ones were the dregs. rival gangs means they got pinched doing something . . . curious as to what. the gulls were up to something, the night before. interesting.
as for kaz, he is never up and about before eleven. so if he's down here, then he must want something. and if it's worth getting up early for, it must be something annoying. ]
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Date: 2021-01-19 06:48 pm (UTC)( it happened once. once. kaz and jesper were in the middle of negotiations, and inej had caught a sniper on the roof taking aim at them both. no one had been any the wiser until the body hit the ground. to kaz's credit, he hadn't batted an eyelash and continued the conversation as if nothing had happened. but jesper had reacted far more appropriately, his saints, what the fuck? echoing down the alleyways. the black tips decided to back off, after that. )
the killing is something she is still getting used to. she isn't entirely sure she ever will. the first time, she had scrubbed her hands so hard they nearly bled, and had remained on the roof for hours alone, trying to erase the sound of knife on bone from her ears. it had been a quick strike in self-defense, and it was either her or the razor gull that had a knife to her throat. but it didn't make it any easier. kaz had left her alone, for the most part, though he had come onto the roof to bring her dinner.
after that night, they were fairly inseparable, with one exception - kaz is still not a morning person. so inej spends most of her mornings alone in the mess hall. she's sitting in her favorite corner, sipping her coffee as she reads the paper. still trying to master the art of kerch, inej devours almost anything she can read. today, it's the police blotter.
she recognizes a few of the names on the list. poor sods. she hasn't been arrested yet. and if inej has her way, she never will.
she hears the thump of the cane before anything else, but inej doesn't look up from her reading as someone sits across from her, though her tone is dry: ]
Whatever it is, I am not doing it.
[ as her eyes scan down the blotter, picking out which names belonged to rival gangs and which ones were the dregs. rival gangs means they got pinched doing something . . . curious as to what. the gulls were up to something, the night before. interesting.
as for kaz, he is never up and about before eleven. so if he's down here, then he must want something. and if it's worth getting up early for, it must be something annoying. ]