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A Name so Strong: Chapter 5

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~::Si'Ris POV::~

Beams of moonlight shone in through my open window as I lay on my bed, a book held above me with one hand. My free hand rested on the mattress beside me, only moving to renew my Night-Eye and to turn the pages of the book. The thing wasn't in the least bit interesting' who knows why I had spent the last hour and a half reading it.
Eventually, I sighed, letting the book fall on my chest as my eyes slowly drifted closed. After the inn keeper had given me enough food and drink to shut my stomach up for ten seconds, I had retreated to my room and had stayed there since. A few people had given me strange looks, but I guessed that was to be expected. At least I wasn't being harassed by guards.
Just as sleep was about to overcome me, the temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees. Bolting upright, I grabbed my book and threw it in a random direction, not entirely sure why I did that. Still, at the sound of someone crying out, I guessed that had been a good idea. Following the direction of the cry, I saw a heap of black cloth by the door -- which was closed -- and a hand. Blinking, I got up from the bed and crouched down in front of the cloth and hand, poking one of the fingers. I leapt back in shock as a face looked up at me, the owner clearly not happy.
''What is it with you people?'' The person grumbled as they picked themselves up off the floor, dusting down their robes. Judging by the voice -- and posture -- I guessed they were Imperial. And male. He continued his ranting, ''I come in and you just throw stuff at me! You don't even have the decency to give me five seconds to explain myself... By Sithis, you're all mental!'' He didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular; I took this chance to inch towards my dagger. As he had finished straightening himself, I was behind him in seconds, one arm around his body so he couldn't move -- at least, I hoped -- and the other holding a dagger to vaguely the area where his throat was.
''Do explain, then,'' I hissed, ''why you entered my room without so much as a warning.''
The man grunted before freeing one arm, slamming me against the wall behind us before grabbing the dagger that had slipped from my grasp, holding the blade to my neck with his free hand on the wall.
''Perhaps I will if you don't threaten me.''
''Hypocrite.'' I growled. I didn't like how close he was; it was daunting.
''Oh, come now,'' he purred, throwing the dagger behind him idly, ''is that any way to speak to a stranger?''
''You came into my room without knocking, wearing black robes and a hood, made the place freezing then threatened me.'' I pointed out. ''Yes, I think it is.''
Scowling, the Imperial stepped back, and I couldn't help but grin triumphantly at this. My ears twitched, and I realized that the air was still cold. Glaring at the Imperial, I added, ''do you think you could stop with the frost spell? My fur's turning to ice.''
The temperature rose instantly. I smirked.
''On to the matters at hand.'' the Imperial had his back to me, probably sulking. ''You have recently killed in cold blood, have you not?''
I snorted, ''And if I have?''
He turned around then, his robes swishing dramatically around him. His hood covered most of his face, yet I could still see a smirk playing at his lips. He walked towards me, speaking quietly as he did so, ''the Dark Brotherhood could use people with your... potential.''
If he didn't stop his purring tone, I'd claw that tongue out of his mouth. Still, I kept my mouth shut; this sounded interesting.
After a short while of silence, the Imperial laughed somewhat, ''You prefer silence then? As do I,'' that was a laugh, ''dear sister, as do I. For is silence not the orchestration of the symphony of Sithis himself?''
I stared blankly at the Imperial, still annoyed at the fact my sleep had been interrupted. He chuckled lightly, ''Our Dread Father, Sithis, and his bride, the Night Mother, have seen your murder and have taken... interest, in you.'' I wondered if he did this to everyone he met, and then tested them later. I tried to hold back my snigger as he continued. ''And for that, we at the Black Hand wish to initiate you into the Dark Brotherhood... That is, if you take interest.''
I had already made up my mind the moment he had mentioned it, yet I paused anyway. It wasn't until I looked up to answer that I noticed the Imperial was about inches away, that insane smirk still to his face. I scowled; what was with these people and sneaking up on me?
''Sounds interesting enough.'' I muttered, refusing to look at him. He seemed happy at this response.
''Excellent,'' He purred, ''but of course you can't simply just join, you need to prove your worth.''
Why did I not see this coming?
''Tell me, have you heard of the Inn of Ill Omens?''
I nodded once, ''I used to stay there.''
''Then you'll know the man known as Rufio?''
''Of course,'' I frowned, ''he never seemed to like me, though. Always yelling. And screaming. Sometimes throwing candles,'' I mused. The Imperial snickered, ''Well, now you get to exact your revenge. Find Rufio, and kill him! ...And your initiation into the Dark Brotherhood... Will be complete.''
He took out what looked like a dagger from the small bag hanging from his belt, handing it to me. ''Take this Blade of Woe; it is a virgin blade that thirsts for blood.'' He glanced over at the measly dagger that lay on the ground. ''That little thing won't do much good, but I'm sure you knew that.''
I inclined my head somewhat; I had been meaning to get a new weapon, anyway. Still, I preferred swords, but I kept that to myself. The Imperial smirked once more before stepping back, looking as though he was about to leave.
''Do this task, and the next time you sleep in a location, I deem secure... I will visit you once more, bearing the welcome to your new family.''
Just as he was about to leave, something hit me; ''Wait!''
He paused, turning his head, ''What is it?''
I blinked a couple of times, glad that my fur hid any heat that decided to show in my face. Not that I'd blush around some Imperial...
''I... didn't get your name.'' I murmured, looking down. A light chuckle as I felt a small pressure on my cheek; it took me a few seconds to realize he had gently kissed me.
''Lucien Lachance.''
Within seconds, he had disappeared, as if the night had swallowed him up completely. I lifted a hand to my cheek in thought, confused at the events that had just occurred. Still, there wasn't much time to lose: Rufio had to die if I planned on joining this Dark Brotherhood.
I changed into my leather cuirass, pants and boots, putting any essential items into a single-strapped bag that I slung over my shoulder, tugging my gloves on as I trudged down the stairs of the inn.
Mounting up Gabriel -- who seemed less than happy to be disturbed at this hour -- I held my map in front of me and encouraged the horse to move in the vague direction of the Inn of Ill Omens.  'Who knows,' I thought to myself, 'The other members may well provide more friendly than anyone else I've met around here.'
~::Stupid Purring::~

Finally, some plotline! Si'Ris being ever cheerful, of course... x)

Ah yes, Lucien the womanizer. Who honestly didn't see that coming? Oh, his random pauses between each phrase... How it does annoy me... //Twitch\\ It's so annoying yet so captivating. God damn it... >_>;;

Oblivion (C) Bethesda, there's no way I could think of something as awesome as that myself.
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ShadowWalker9063's avatar
They are some of the friendliest, sadly enough.