05-18-2013, 09:38 PM
Mara had expected many things this evening, had been prepared for violence, for pain, perhaps even death [or so she believed] fear, though not something unexpected was also not fully prepared for. Not her own fear, but the fear that spilled from the others, the intense need to leave, to flee, to go to ground. She had fled with them, taking her car and doing as she was told, driving in a nearly endless loop which gave her all the time in the world to think, but no time at all to calm, to reflect.
She had been at the rendezvous when the others arrived, her neck craning to the side to ensure that it was them and not someone else, one might wonder how long she had been waiting there leaning against her little old accent in the darkness of the night, her form illuminated only by the headlights of the van and the distant and stark light of the street lamps which seemed to watch them, an expectant gaze that seemed to imply that there were eyes everywhere, and that there was nowhere to hide.
Her posture as she stepped to the van and listened to the plan was one of calm, an almost aloofness that should not have been possible given the reaction the others were having. But in her face all her fears were visible, the tight lines of muscle and sinew drawn taught with worry and fear, lips tugging this way and that in apprehension, eyes wide and scanning the darkness like a small creature praying and hoping that they have managed to outrun or outsmart a predator who's only desire was to end them.
She followed them of course, there was safety in numbers as the old saying said and Mara was not going to turn away from them in this moment. She followed in her car, refusing to leave it behind, and when they reached the motel she parked it on the other side of the lot well away from the other vehicle, perhaps it would not matter, or perhaps it would be their ace in the hole should they need to flee.
It is here as she stepped quickly towards the room, her arms wrapped around her, her head lower then any had seen previous that Dan approaches her, discreetly offering her the cold heavy weight of iron. She looked at it like it was something venomous and insidious and she simply shook her head. "I don't know the first thing about guns." She said as she turned away and strode into the room, her jacket dumped on a bed as she paced the room, nervous energy rolling off her like a tide.
This behaviour continued as Jim began his weaving and casting forming a safety net about them. It continued as Sid entered, as Serafine slid to the floor and played with her hair, and as the cultist began to tell the tale gleaned from the strands of time itself Mara continued her inexorable circuit, seeking clarity through motion...or perhaps simply a last ditch effort to avoid the full brunt of her thoughts.
It is only upon the completion of the story that Mara's feet still her movements, the woman looking around the room at her fellow magi and consor's. She bit her lip nervously, the muscles in her face twitching as her eyes seemed to water. She turned then and strode towards the washroom.
"I'll be in the shower."
She had been at the rendezvous when the others arrived, her neck craning to the side to ensure that it was them and not someone else, one might wonder how long she had been waiting there leaning against her little old accent in the darkness of the night, her form illuminated only by the headlights of the van and the distant and stark light of the street lamps which seemed to watch them, an expectant gaze that seemed to imply that there were eyes everywhere, and that there was nowhere to hide.
Her posture as she stepped to the van and listened to the plan was one of calm, an almost aloofness that should not have been possible given the reaction the others were having. But in her face all her fears were visible, the tight lines of muscle and sinew drawn taught with worry and fear, lips tugging this way and that in apprehension, eyes wide and scanning the darkness like a small creature praying and hoping that they have managed to outrun or outsmart a predator who's only desire was to end them.
She followed them of course, there was safety in numbers as the old saying said and Mara was not going to turn away from them in this moment. She followed in her car, refusing to leave it behind, and when they reached the motel she parked it on the other side of the lot well away from the other vehicle, perhaps it would not matter, or perhaps it would be their ace in the hole should they need to flee.
It is here as she stepped quickly towards the room, her arms wrapped around her, her head lower then any had seen previous that Dan approaches her, discreetly offering her the cold heavy weight of iron. She looked at it like it was something venomous and insidious and she simply shook her head. "I don't know the first thing about guns." She said as she turned away and strode into the room, her jacket dumped on a bed as she paced the room, nervous energy rolling off her like a tide.
This behaviour continued as Jim began his weaving and casting forming a safety net about them. It continued as Sid entered, as Serafine slid to the floor and played with her hair, and as the cultist began to tell the tale gleaned from the strands of time itself Mara continued her inexorable circuit, seeking clarity through motion...or perhaps simply a last ditch effort to avoid the full brunt of her thoughts.
It is only upon the completion of the story that Mara's feet still her movements, the woman looking around the room at her fellow magi and consor's. She bit her lip nervously, the muscles in her face twitching as her eyes seemed to water. She turned then and strode towards the washroom.
"I'll be in the shower."