09-11-2013, 02:37 PM
Ingrid does not stand near the children recovered. She does not stand anywhere within sight of them. The practical reasons for this are obvious, no one to witness, no one to try and identify her to authorities later, no one to come hunting her down - or try to hunt her down. There are other reasons, the usual ones for their kind. Their Rage is unsettling, Ingrid's presence even more so. Her presence could agitate the children, make them erratic, prone to acting out or running away or worse, running toward the blaze they left behind.
If there are other reasons Ingrid keeps herself apart, she doesn't say them, doesn't show them. She appears to all as untouched and immovable as stone.
And while Sophia sings and looks for tainted presence, Ingrid waits for the order she knows is coming. She does not move away from Sophia when she comes to give it. Does not look distressed or eager. Does not appear to feel anything at all as she nods, and she goes to gather those three children. To Tommy, she only says, "Get the others out of here. I'll catch up."
This is not the first time in her life that Ingrid has had to do the unthinkable. A Child of Crow, she has been trained to watch over those in power and, should they show signs of weakness, lance it as one might lance a wart. And Tommy can't do it, not he who very nearly gave up the hunt tonight. Not Sophia. Erich might, but Ingrid would never let such a command ever reach his ears. He's changed since she met him. She has, too. They were always opposites, two sides of a coin, light and dark aspects of the same creature. But he's become lighter, brighter. No, Ingrid will do this terrible thing. She will gladly be swallowed up in darkness if it leaves him in the light a little longer.
So. Three children are tracked and herded and loaded into a car with the predatory animal known as Dances With the Hurricane. The others are left to Tommy and Sophia.
Ingrid drives them out and she does what needs to be done, and she does it well. She takes them out, one at a time, and she knows just where to place the blade so they feel no more fear and no more pain. Places it just so, so that the cutting edge does not leave telling marks on rib and bone, things forensics might find curious later when they find these bodies. And Ingrid puts them where they will be found, in the path of where she knows that blaze is heading. To those who find the charred remains later it will appear as though they tried to escape, these three, but that they didn't make it. Fires in Denver, fed by the dry scrub brush, they sweep fast, they consume the countryside in short order. The fire will take care of the physical evidence.
The memory, however. That is not so easliy erradicated.
[tl;dr: Three tainted kids dealt with, bodies left to look like they tried to escape from the fire.]
If there are other reasons Ingrid keeps herself apart, she doesn't say them, doesn't show them. She appears to all as untouched and immovable as stone.
And while Sophia sings and looks for tainted presence, Ingrid waits for the order she knows is coming. She does not move away from Sophia when she comes to give it. Does not look distressed or eager. Does not appear to feel anything at all as she nods, and she goes to gather those three children. To Tommy, she only says, "Get the others out of here. I'll catch up."
This is not the first time in her life that Ingrid has had to do the unthinkable. A Child of Crow, she has been trained to watch over those in power and, should they show signs of weakness, lance it as one might lance a wart. And Tommy can't do it, not he who very nearly gave up the hunt tonight. Not Sophia. Erich might, but Ingrid would never let such a command ever reach his ears. He's changed since she met him. She has, too. They were always opposites, two sides of a coin, light and dark aspects of the same creature. But he's become lighter, brighter. No, Ingrid will do this terrible thing. She will gladly be swallowed up in darkness if it leaves him in the light a little longer.
So. Three children are tracked and herded and loaded into a car with the predatory animal known as Dances With the Hurricane. The others are left to Tommy and Sophia.
Ingrid drives them out and she does what needs to be done, and she does it well. She takes them out, one at a time, and she knows just where to place the blade so they feel no more fear and no more pain. Places it just so, so that the cutting edge does not leave telling marks on rib and bone, things forensics might find curious later when they find these bodies. And Ingrid puts them where they will be found, in the path of where she knows that blaze is heading. To those who find the charred remains later it will appear as though they tried to escape, these three, but that they didn't make it. Fires in Denver, fed by the dry scrub brush, they sweep fast, they consume the countryside in short order. The fire will take care of the physical evidence.
The memory, however. That is not so easliy erradicated.
[tl;dr: Three tainted kids dealt with, bodies left to look like they tried to escape from the fire.]