- Missions
- 28
Emiko was as ecstatic as a little girl at a birthday party, clapping her hands after Mystique answered her riddle. It was cute, yet demented.
She soon sat, mimicking Mystique's floating form. She pondered the riddle.
Emiko: "Hmmm....Let me see...that would have to be...a COFFIN! Is that right? Did I get it?"
Mystique grinned, her body lowering from the air until her red heels touched the cement floor.
"You did, indeed. A coffin.....something HE will be all too familiar with soon enough."
She looked down at the flesh and bone that used to be a man. He was still breathing. It was sad.
Emiko: "You wanna? He's not quite dead yet."
Emiko held out a jeweled knife to her.
"You spoil me."
Taking the knife, Mystique immediately went to the man's throat and slit it. It was deep--to the spine.
"Now where's a coffin when you need one? Perhaps Lord Crow has one?"
Smirking at Emiko, the woman was unique yet fun. Mystique had grown to enjoy her games. Games were, after all, something she quite enjoyed playing. Especially at the expense of those she hated.
"I must be off. No rest for the wicked."
Handing Emiko back the knife.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Trickster."
And with that, Mystique began to walk down the corridor, quite literally disappearing as she went.
She soon sat, mimicking Mystique's floating form. She pondered the riddle.
Emiko: "Hmmm....Let me see...that would have to be...a COFFIN! Is that right? Did I get it?"
Mystique grinned, her body lowering from the air until her red heels touched the cement floor.
"You did, indeed. A coffin.....something HE will be all too familiar with soon enough."
She looked down at the flesh and bone that used to be a man. He was still breathing. It was sad.
Emiko: "You wanna? He's not quite dead yet."
Emiko held out a jeweled knife to her.
"You spoil me."
Taking the knife, Mystique immediately went to the man's throat and slit it. It was deep--to the spine.
"Now where's a coffin when you need one? Perhaps Lord Crow has one?"
Smirking at Emiko, the woman was unique yet fun. Mystique had grown to enjoy her games. Games were, after all, something she quite enjoyed playing. Especially at the expense of those she hated.
"I must be off. No rest for the wicked."
Handing Emiko back the knife.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Trickster."
And with that, Mystique began to walk down the corridor, quite literally disappearing as she went.