《The Godborn Chronicles (dropped)》Chapter 1.45 (A Change in Lifestyle) - POV Shift
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A young girl – wearing black, skinny jeans and a form-fitting, white shirt underneath a fuzzy, white jacket – was running around the Field of Battle, circling the Arena (made as a replica of the Flavian Amphitheatre in Rome, but with modern amenities). It was her fourth lap around the Arena, and she was tired, verily so.
Huffing, she sat on a wooden bench, just outside the Arena lobby, and draped her arms all over, her head hanging backwards. She let out a deep sigh, one full of exasperation. "Why was I sent to look for him?" she asked herself. It was an annoyance that she became her quarry's secretary. She stood up, straightening herself, a certain resolution burning in her snow-white eyes. "But when I do, I'll kill him!" The girl then stormed off along the redbrick path, which went to the gate that separated the Field of Battle from the University Grounds.
"Signy?" a sweet, feminine voice called out to the girl, stopping her in her tracks. She turned around and found a familiar smiling face. The familiar face was wearing what seemed to be a white leather coat, over a white leather coat. "It is you! What are you doing here? No, wait! Let me guess..." the familiar girl, placed her hands on her hips, akimbo. A brief silence passed, before she spoke again, "you're looking for Shurie!" she crossed her arms, and nodded, pleased with herself.
Signy sighed, came close, hugged the girl, buried her face on the girl's shoulder, and started bawling her eyes out, like a babe looking for its mother. "Thea... I want... to... beat him... up... so badly!" she said between bleats and whimpers.
Thea stroked her back, gently. She acted like this was second nature to her, or that this situation has happened many, many times. "There, there..." her voice was gentle to Signy's ears, whose tears had stopped, "now, why are you looking for him?"
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Signy looked up to the motherly figure that was Althea Kokinos, and her eyes clouded, again, but she didn't cry, she would be unfaltering now. What child would want to cry in front of their mother? – Several, but that's beside the point! "Ma'am U-Ursa came by this morning... and, and!" she began to tear up, again, but she made a deep breath, "she gave m-me a sack f-full of letters, each one wanting to know, when the voting was..." she buried her head back into Thea's shoulder, but this time, only sniffled.
Thea let out a giggle, appropriate for her demeanor. "My friends have been clamoring about that too," she said, still stroking Signy's back, "Knowing Shurie... he'll probably be at the Peasant's Quarter having lunch..." she trailed off, as if remembering something important. She placed her hands on Signy's shoulders, and pushed the sniffling girl away from her neck, she looked Signy in the eyes, "he's definitely eating at Homely! I remembered that he was assigned as Reiseführer, or something, to a new student. GO. THERE."
Signy felt a wave of confidence flow throughout her body, and she nodded at Thea, before running off towards the gate.
Left behind, Thea shook her head, and smiled, wryly. "I'm sorry, Shurie, but you don't let a young woman wait for you."
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Signy had arrived by teleportation circle to the Peasant's Quarters in the Pleasure Section. She was hurrying, it was almost 2:00, and the chances, that her prey was gone, were very high. After the last of her being was done re-materializing, she stepped off the circle, and went out of the gate.
As she went out, she saw a tall man with a bored expression, beside him was a shorter man, who was holding two similar-faced kids by the hands, and following them, closely, was a large, brown dog. They were heading to her direction, which meant they were going to use the teleportation circle.
From this vantage point, the five-some looked like a family, Signy thought, but she had other plans.
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