Required Lies

[Catilyn]

Required Lies...

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Omy says: [Darnassian] ..Mother. Father....
Omy says: [Darnassian] I'm sorry it's been so long...
Omy sighs, folding her arms over her chest.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I'm not sure...what to do. Father.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Sometimes, I feel like the only thing moving me forward is ..some sort of, desire to make the past worthwhile.
Omy says: [Darnassian] To not have it go to waste.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Stopping....even this soul eating madness would destroy all that I believe in.
Omy lifts her goggles to rest on her head, her eyes tired as they stare at the tomb before her.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I feel like...a dark little...nobby rock that's been dropped down a dark well.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Polished only by the storm around me....with no one to talk to anymore. No one to trust....
Omy says: [Darnassian] This face, I have to put on for everyone else it's...
Omy runs a hand through her hair.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...tiresome. What with this pain in my back.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I mean; no one /cares/ mother. Not a one.
Omy looks down at the ground...
Omy says: [Darnassian] Is there....I mean, will there be a reason?
Omy says: [Darnassian] More allies turn to enemies and the good work we do is swept under a rug of..of greed and jealous numbers fighting numbers for the same stretch of blood stained street...
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...and no one cares who's blood it was that remains because there's too much of it to tell the difference.
Omy says: [Darnassian] And /still/ we fight and squabble amongst ourselves and ignore the pained cry for help in the darkness because it's not a voice we know.
Omy says: [Darnassian] And they go ON this way, Mother. Thinking they are somehow /right/! Somehow....entitled!
Omy shakes her head, closing her eyes as her voice drops.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...and people die. Orphans grow up clinging to every little scrap of joy they can get their tiny hands on and still...still....they look the other way.
Omy says: [Darnassian] And no one /asks/, Father.
Omy says: [Darnassian] No one dares to ask, to know.....
Omy says: [Darnassian] They assume, and the assumption suits their dark moods and they bicker and distrust and throw each other in the way of the Horde and the blade and...
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...and...
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...somehow, it works out. For some. And those some continue on thinking things like 'this is just how it is'.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Not, 'this is how we make it'.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Or, 'this is how it could be.'

Omy says: [Darnassian] Blades turn against one another like it's a simple argument.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Like, threatening one's life is equal to disagreement. Civilized. Non-threatening.
Omy says: [Darnassian] They show up for drinks afterwards without a feeling of shame in their heart.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Where's the /pride/, Father?
Omy says: [Darnassian] Where's that feeling that they can do /anything/ that I found appealing?
Omy says: [Darnassian] ....and why does no one care.
Omy says: [Darnassian] They care about the paperwork. The..the supplies and the gold and....and....
Omy 's hands clentch into fists.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ....but...
Omy shakes her head, leaving some thought to the wind, unsaid.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...I don't know how long it will be. Yet.
Omy says: [Darnassian] My...walking around. Talking. Shaming you with....rockets and mechanical wonders you don't see the need for.
Omy cracks a soft, pained smile.
Omy says: [Darnassian] There are things at work that even a set, stubborn mind cannot withstand, I fear.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ..not for want of the attempt, I might add.
Omy looks up at the sky for a moment, before her eyes drift to the tombstone again.
Omy says: [Darnassian] It might be sooner than I think, Mother. And then what?
Omy says: [Darnassian] The Watch falls apart? Or stays together?
Omy says: [Darnassian] ....and which hurts more, I wonder...
Omy fiddles with the [Commander's Signet] pinned to her collar.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Take...and take...and take....
Omy says: [Darnassian] Thin. Aye...that' how I feel, Father. And...feeling like you were right.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I /hate/ that feeling....
Omy says: [Darnassian] ..and yet I don't think I can avoid...or should avoid it.
Omy smirks a bit.
Omy says: [Darnassian] What's worse, do you think?
Omy says: [Darnassian] Believing until the end in something wrong...but dying thinking you've managed something great?
Omy says: [Darnassian] Or dying with the truth, as dark and as cold as it might be that the world at least held no veil of innocent dreamings? No wasted time...
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...but where would the Watch be, I wonder also...without the dream that gave it birth?
Omy sighs heavily.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...I'm sorry. I never come to speak to you about gentle things, do I?
Omy says: [Darnassian] Just...lay my troubles upon your cold souls...in some hope that an ancient voice long dead will soothe what torments me?
Omy says: [Darnassian] To stop it all from bottling up and destroying what I've built.
Omy says: [Darnassian] From, throwing it away.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...or worse.
Omy says: [Darnassian] You know, I vanished...Mother. Just left...without saying a word.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Thought maybe....people would care. You know? Like, Omy might have left for some...important reason...
Omy says: [Darnassian] No luck. None. Just.....people splintered, left the ranks....and, oh. My job unfulfilled.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Irresponsible.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Not a single. Blasted. Soul. Has asked.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ....I can't say it doesn't trouble me. I mean, I've given my LIFE, Mother. Every shred...
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...to these people and they don't KNOW me. And come to think of it, I hardly know them...

Catilyn blinks at Omy.
Catilyn says: Come again?

Omy sighs, turning around with her arms over her chest. ....nothing. Hello Cat.
Omy says: ...what brings you out here?

Catilyn dangles a coin pouch in front of Omy.
Catilyn says: These belong to you...

Omy says: Ah. Thanks Cat.

Catilyn says: I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't reimburse you.
Catilyn winks slyly at Omy.

Omy says: Mhm.

Catilyn looks around. To be honest, that's all I came here for...
Catilyn says: While I'm here though, did you need me for anything?

Omy keeps her arms folded. Behind her, a fresh bunch of flowers sits at the base of the tombstone. No...not really.... She raises a slow eyebrow. How'd you find me, anyway?

Catilyn says: Your Comm. Jus' tweaked mine a bit to home in on you.
Catilyn says: Sprung helped me with it.

Omy points to the comm with her chin. It's sitting on the bench by the archway. Hn, that thing eh? I'll have to fix it.

Catilyn says: ... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
Catilyn says: Oh! I met up with Dag's the other night, I meant to ask you somethin'.

Omy 's face twists a bit. No...I just like talking to myself in the middle of- She cuts herself short, rubbing her temple. When she speaks again, her voice is without the annoyed tone. Oh? About what? It sounds...overly light, though.

Catilyn says: Is it true you n' Otton were... y'know... ?

Omy raises her eyebrow as high as it can go, her voice dipping into the begining strains of anger. Were we, /what/?

Catilyn blinks. I thought I heard something about you and Otton bein' ... intimate?
Catilyn says: Wait, mabye that was Sprung...
Catilyn says: Anyway, yeah...

Omy 's face is caught between utter shock, a bit of a pained expression and brimming anger. What emerges is a simple, strong and clipped. NO.

Catilyn pauses for a moment, considering this. Guess he was mistaken, then...

Omy speaks through her teeth. We were good friends, one of my first good friends in a long while. He betrayed me, betrayed us all and I should have killed him....that's about as far from...from...intimate as you can get.

Catilyn says: ... Well, 'least that's clarified.

Omy says: I'll have to speak to Daigil.

Catilyn says: It might have been Sprung.
Catilyn says: I can't recall.

Omy 's voice snaps. Well remember.

Catilyn gives Omy a look.
Catilyn remains silent, focusing on you.

Omy says: It's not the kind of thing that should be said without ...well....THOUGHT.

Catilyn seems to be tracing her memories...
Catilyn says: I believe it was Dags.

Omy says: ...well then I'll be...talking....to him.

Catilyn looks serious, pondering this.

Omy says: ...any other idiotic rumors you'd like to ask about?
Omy scowls.

Catilyn says: In any case...
Catilyn eyes Omy up and down.
Catilyn says: You alright? You look a bit....
Catilyn looks concerned. Something I can't put my finger on...

Omy shakes her head at the woman, her mood remaining sour. ...if you mean tired, in any manner of speaking, then yes. I suppose I would be.

Catilyn says: . . .
Catilyn pauses for a moment, peering at Omy a little more before dismissing the thought.
Catilyn blinks at you.
Catilyn says: Oh, that's right.
Catilyn says: One other thing.

Omy offers a level look....

Catilyn says: 'member the pardon you got me?

Omy nods, her smile remaining non-existant.

Catilyn offers Omy a smile. How'd you get that, any way?

Omy says: ...does it really matter now? It's done...and I'm happy it worked out.

Catilyn raises her eyebrow inquisitively at Omy.
Catilyn 's expression returns to neutral. Commander... is there something I should know regarding that? She seems firm.

Omy sighs tersely. It's utterly legit, if that's what you're worried about. None of the steps getting it have any hold on you what so-ever.

Catilyn says: "Steps" ?

Omy scowls. Yes. Steps. As in, you didn't really think I could just up and ask for a pardon, now could I?

Catilyn says: I'm not daft.

Omy says: ...then why do you ask?

Catilyn says: Frankly, it seems... too easy, to achieve what you managed.

Omy scoffs.
Omy says: Easy?
Omy says: ...right...

Catilyn says: Enlighten me. I'm in the dark, 'ere.
Catilyn says: What kind of "steps" ?

Omy 's eyes leave the woman's face, roaming around aimlessly. ...why does it matter?

Catilyn remains stern. Omy...

Omy says: Don't teat me like a child, Catilyn.

Catilyn says: I'm not. that's why I'm asking you up front.

Omy says: Then, why does it matter.

Catilyn says: Because I'm asking.
Catilyn says: and because you're avoiding the subject.
Catilyn frowns somewhat.

Omy scowls, her eyebrows knitting together. She turns back to the tomb for a moment, whispering something that sounds like an apology.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ...sorry. I'll be back. Mother. Father.

Catilyn peers at Omy searchingly.

Omy bows down graciously.
Omy says: Come on...

Catilyn eyes you up and down.
Catilyn follows.

[Catilyn]

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Omy says: Now...why do you want to know?

Catilyn says: ... Why wouldn't I?

Omy says: ..if you don't give me a decent reason that ISN'T another question...I swear to Elune...

Catilyn scrowls. Your not listening... why would I NOT want to know about how you went about acquiring my pardon?
Catilyn says: Look, this is obviously something that bothers you...
Catilyn says: and I'm not gonna force you to tell me.

Omy says: ..no, it's just not something worth sharing.

Catilyn says: Why's that?
Catilyn says: The fact that your being amazingly cryptic here touches a nerve... if it's something that bothers you, I might be able to help.

Omy says: The fact that I don't want to talk about it outright, should suggest it's importance.

Catilyn says: Which in return, should tell you why I want to know.
Catilyn says: ... right?
Catilyn says: Why would I not want to know about something of such obvious importance?

Omy growls. "Why is /this/ what you care about?"

Catilyn says: You'd prefer I was oblivious?!

Omy says: Yes!

Catilyn says: Why?

Omy runs a hand through her hair, pulling her goggles off. Because it's not something that...that...people, and by this I mean, people not already involved in, should be worried about!

Catilyn says: Tough.
Catilyn says: Whether you like it or not, I'm going to try and keep you safe.

Omy snorts.
Omy says: ...you have better things to do...

Catilyn focuses her gaze on you, trying to gauge Omy’s actions.
Catilyn says: Is there some kind of consequence to telling me?

Omy looks back, her silver-blue eyes flaring a bit more blue. You DO, Cat. You have people who can't protect themselves to worry about.
Omy says: ...you have, people to arm. Battles to win. Odd....crazy....priest's to argue with...
Omy says: You don't need to be worried about what's behind you.

Catilyn says: Meaning?

Omy lets frustration edge into her voice. Come on Cat, think! What /am/ I, hm??
Omy hits her chest with her hands. Come on! What kind of work do you THINK someone like ME, is good at?

Catilyn tries to comprehend what Omy is saying...
Catilyn says: That's not an answer, Omy.

Omy sighs in annoyance, waving her goggles through the air as she speaks. You said you're smart, Cat...this is why I don't want to tell you. There's a whole layer to the world you don't see.
Omy says: Even with all that intelligence.

Catilyn says: I'm /well/ aware what the kind of work your good at entails Omy... what I want to understand is why this particular situation is so important to you.
Catilyn says: and why I'm being kept in the dark.

Omy shoves her goggles into her belt. Because it would be like dropping a smooth rock into a deep well, Catilyn. And you-
Omy folds her arms. -you would be that rock.
Omy says: There's much more use for you on the surface of things.

Catilyn focuses her gaze a bit more, attempting to comprehend all this.
Catilyn ’s voice snaps. I am /not/ a tool to be used whenever and however you see fit!

Omy pales, hurt cracking it's way across the anger in her face.

Catilyn continues. Do you think I /like/ the way things are?! You think I /enjoy/ being thrown into the midst at every opportunity?!

Omy says: ...not everyone thinks that way, Cat. The peop- the THINGS, at the bottom of that well...they don't see people of any ilk as more than tools. THAT'S what I don't want you to get thrown into the midst of!
Omy says: You can handle battle, I KNOW you can! I believe you can, I have to.

Catilyn peers at Omy searchingly.

Omy says: I have to believe that every soul I collect and send skipping out across the field of battle doesn't get stuck in the mud, Cat.

Catilyn says: Are you saying there's someone else behind the scenes controlling things?

Omy says: ...I'm saying that as with any exchange of wants, there's always value being placed. Those that can place the value are not always fair.

Catilyn focuses her gaze once more. What was the price of my freedom?

Omy rubs the back of her neck slowly, looking towards Feathermoon. ..it's my job to help you focus...

Catilyn tries to gauge your movements. Omy? ... What was the price of my freedom?

Omy continues rubbing her neck...her voice is quiet. Like it might crack. ...I don't really want to talk about it...

Catilyn scoffs. Yes, well, I've /gathered/ that.
Catilyn says: Does the price you paid put you in danger?
Catilyn says: Or any of the other Watch members?
Catilyn seems firm in her questioning.

Omy keeps her eyes averted. No more to myself than walking the streets usually assumes. The Watch is not a part of this, give me at least that credit.

Catilyn says: Then who?
Catilyn says: Who else is involved in this, and why are you so secretive?

Omy glares at the woman death knight. Why are you so persistent?

Catilyn states clearly. Because your so evasive.

Omy 's face twists... that..that's not a proper reason!

Catilyn says: See? Right there! Your avoiding me again!
Catilyn remains stern.

Omy draws herself up, her face smoothing into a well oiled mask of calm. Fine. Because I want to keep it separate.

Catilyn says: Keep /what/ separate?

Omy says: ....the work I do as the Commander of the Watch and...the things I do to as a means to continue.

Catilyn raises her eyebrow inquisitively at Omy.

Omy says: They NEED to remain separate, Catilyn. You have to trust me on this.

Catilyn says: Omy . Let me be frank with you... if your not going to tell me, I'm going to have to do my own investigating...
Catilyn says: and who knows how deep I might find myself.
Catilyn says: I'd prefer to hear it from you.

Omy 's mask cracks, her anger leaking through again aided by the dark circles under her eyes. ..you'd do that? To me, of all people?

Catilyn says: If I'm to completely be at ease with the capacity at which I have to protect you, I want to be sure what I'm getting myself into first.
Catilyn says: Omy... you're a good Commander...

Omy says: ....Catilyn. Please...
Omy says: The Watch is an ideal-

Catilyn interrupts.
Catilyn says: But...

Catilyn says: You take on things by yourself all too often.
Catilyn says: Taking all the pain, all the blame in on yourself.
Catilyn says: I can't protect you from yourself forever.
Catilyn says: Help me, help you.

Omy says: ..no one asked you too, you know.

Catilyn says: I'm aware.

Omy says: There's other things to focus on. Araa's disappearance. Intergra. That Priestess...these letters...

Catilyn says: If you allow yourself to take in all the responsibility solely... It will drive you insane.

Omy cracks the her first smile of the evening. ...if it hasn't already...

Catilyn says: I will /not/ allow anything to happen to you, if I can help it.
Catilyn says: Orders or not.

Omy stares at the woman for a moment... Why?

Catilyn stares blankly at Omy for a moment.

Catilyn says: Because to me, your more important than the Watch as a whole...

Omy says: ...just because you want to know about your pardon?

Catilyn shakes her head.

Omy says: Suddenly /now/, you're concerned...

Catilyn says: I never asked for the pardon.... once again, you took something on yourself to do that...

Omy says: Because you needed it. We needed you. And it was within my power to do so, without tying you down in owing me.

Catilyn says: I'm so concerned /now/ because I realise the magnitude of your "steps" !
Catilyn says: I'd rather live a fugitive and in your service than simply let you suffer the consequences of your "steps".

Omy shakes her head. ..and how many lives would have suffered, Cat? Without your blade there to save them?

Catilyn states quite... bluntly. They don't concern me.
Catilyn says: I did what you asked of me. As a Watchman.

Omy frowns deeply, bothered.

Catilyn says: But I'd prefer to do something for you, as a friend.
Catilyn sighs. "Omy ... /you/ are the only family I have left."
Catilyn says: If something were to ever happen to you... I don't know if I could forgive myself.
Catilyn says: I will /not/ let that come to pass.

Omy 's face softens, the young night elf looking touched....but old in ways that have nothing to do with time. If something happened, Cat, it wouldn't be your fault.

Catilyn says: That's irrelevant.

Omy looks taken aback.

Catilyn says: My allegiance is not to the Watch... it's to you.

Omy says: ...then, let me see how I might explain this...

Catilyn says: This tabard..

Omy shuts up.

Catilyn grabs her tabard with one hand.
Catilyn says: You know why I don't wear it often?
Catilyn says: The Watch is a symbol... as you said, an ideal.
Catilyn says: The Watch is your family...
Catilyn says: But you are mine.

Omy smiles.

Catilyn says: What you represent is so much more, to me....
Catilyn says: Than any organization ever could.
Catilyn sighs, allowing you to continue.

Omy stands for a moment, her mind working behind her eyes but her mouth remaining in a thin line. As she thinks about what was just said, the corner of her lips flirt with a sincere smile.
Omy says: ...thank you, Catilyn.
Omy says this quietly, looking sheepish.

Catilyn says: You will never have to thank me... Omy .

Omy shakes her head. But I always will.

Catilyn gives her a half smile. Regardless... I can't fulfill my wish if I don't have the necessary information available to me in order to prepare.
Catilyn says: You of all people should know - information is vital.
Catilyn says: At times, even the key asset to success.

Omy rubs at her temple with a set of fingers, heaving a sigh. ...think of it this way...the Watch, like the notion of honor, requires belief for it's existence to remain tangible. For this, the Watch requires a Commander, and that Commander needs to believe among other things, that she is a /good person/. The sort of person who looks out for the common folk around her, who values life...and who deems the lives of those under her as people, not weapons or things...

Catilyn says: --Otherwise, you'll blame yourself if they meet their downfall.
Catilyn says: I know... you /need/ to believe they can survive.
Catilyn says: But Omy ... who's looking out for you?


Omy nods, the dark seeping back into her face. ...gone.

Catilyn peers at Omy . "What is?"

Omy shakes her head, If I stop believing that I'm a decent sort, if I pause to look back and concider what-could-have-beens or maybes..the sun won't rise Cat. It'll just be a big ball of flaming gas in the sky. And everything will go to shit.

Catilyn nods in agreement. "Exactly..."
Catilyn says: Which is why you need my help.
Catilyn smirks slyly at you.
Catilyn says: We've /all/ done wrong, Omy ...
Catilyn says: There's no point in running from it... some more than most... some necessary things and some chosen actions.

Omy 's face darkens terribly, her eyes drifting to the ground.

Catilyn says: But ultimately, the key thing to remember about all this, is the the fact your contemplating your doubts and... yes... once again, putting the blame on yourself...
Catilyn says: Should be proof enough... you /are/ a good person.
Catilyn says: Would you really blame yourself and continue to take the responsibility and the misery of it all if you were not?
Catilyn says: I think not.

Omy says: ...it's bigger than you think. Much. Much, bigger.

Catilyn says: Good.
Catilyn says: Cuz' you know I'd take on the world if I had to, for you...

Omy looks up, cracking a smile. ....poor world.
Omy says: There's quite a tale to tell...someday.
Omy says: When I don't feel quite so...muddled, about it.

Catilyn offers Omy a smile. Bottom line is... I want to help. Now, will you let me, o do I have to force it into your head that you are actually an important person?

Omy puffs out her chest, a bit of her playfulness returning. Oh, I'm utterly important! There was never any doubt about that part.

Catilyn tilts her head, eyeing Omy up and down. Your choice, then?

Omy chews on her lip for a long moment, looking at the death knight with a guarded look. She fiddles with the ribbon around her neck. ...it was a job.

[Catilyn]

Catilyn lifts her head, scanning Omy's face as if to try and read her.
Catilyn smirks playfully. I'll need more than that...

Omy 's face remains serious. See, this is the problem, Catilyn. It's not just seeing people as tools and means to ends, it's the way they justify and label these ends.
Omy says: Some people get it into their heads that they know best, and that knowing best they can go about removing those that don't and refuse to listen. Sometimes they're dangerous, sometimes they just have ideas that are too loud.


Catilyn says: Garrosh comes to mind...
Catilyn shakes her head... You did a job for such a person?


Omy nods. Point is, there's no point in asking which it is. If you care, they always tell you it's the reality you need to hear. Unless they're feeling spiteful....when you're in the circuit of doing jobs like that, eventually you realize you'll never /really/ know....

Catilyn says: So what... he asked you to assassinate a certain someone?
Catilyn says: This... lets call him 'Fred'.

Omy says: His name was Atherton Vimes. Family man. Owned a few ships out of Steamwheedle Port.

Catilyn says: and the "job" ?
Catilyn says: Atherton was your superior, I'm gathering... ?
Catilyn smirks. "Or should I say.. former? I'll take a stab in the dark 'ere... SI:7?"

Omy shakes her head. No, Atherton was the job. Stepped on toes he shouldn't have. Hard. The man belonging to those toes, wanted him taught a lesson...

Catilyn says: Aaah.

Omy scowls. I cut my ties to SI:7 when Otton vanished the /first/ time...

Catilyn says: So "Fred" wanted him dead... you didn't agree with that?

Omy 's face remains neutral. ...I asked for something, and the value was placed. That's how it works. You don't bargain.

Catilyn says: So let me get this straight...
Catilyn says: You thought, if I'd ever found out about this...
Catilyn says: You thought I'd be furious you took the job for my sake?

Omy says: Maybe. Maybe you'd laugh. Maybe you'd have no problem with it...I had no idea what was worse.

Catilyn ponders this, pausing for a brief moment.
Catilyn says: Do I scare you, Omy?

Omy blinks, startled by the question.

Catilyn says: I can understand your hesitation... With my undeath and all...

Omy says: ...it's more though, personal experience.

Catilyn says: You weren't sure if you were doing it for a good cause?
Catilyn says: Guess that'd explain why you were concerned about how I'd react.

Omy says: Every knight of your ilk I have put my personal trust in have...betrayed it. In some form. As usual, I thought about it for a long while and accepted what would come of it. ALL, of it.

Catilyn says: Because that's the kind of person you are.
Catilyn smirks, teasingly. "A good person."

Omy says: No. I just don't believe in doing things while ignoring the results.

Catilyn peers at you searchingly.
Catilyn says: Was there any more to it than that? The job, I mean.
Catilyn says: It seems depressingly simple.
Catilyn frowns upon realising what she just said.

Omy hesitates...

Catilyn eyes you up and down
Catilyn says: ... Omy?

Omy says: Atherton was...not a young man...

Catilyn says: Mmm. Family man, you said... A wife and kids, I imagine?

Omy nods. The job was very specific that 'no one in the home was to survive'....it was less about you Cat, more about testing me. She frowns, ...I'm still not sure...why...

Catilyn frowns, pondering this.

Catilyn attempts to lighten the mood. I'm jealous.

Omy 's jaw drops. The night elf looks thrown for a loop. "W-what?"

Catilyn blinks at you.
Catilyn says: . . . Not a good time for sarcasm, then.
Catilyn shakes her head. You were saying?

Omy says: What is there to be jealous of??

Catilyn says: It sounds as if they thought you an important piece on their chess board of plans.

Omy scoffs at Catilyn.
Omy says: I'm sure they have a good laugh at me...
Omy 's voice bristles with anger.

Catilyn says: So?
Catilyn says: The job was done to their satisfaction?

Omy says: ...you have your pardon, don't you.

Catilyn looks serious. Regret doing it?

Omy 's answer is quick and decisive. No.

Catilyn says: You seem pretty adamant about that.

Omy says: I have to be.
Omy says: Be shameful not to be...

Catilyn closes her eyes for a moment. "Understandable."
Catilyn opens her eyes, looking back at Omy firmly.
Catilyn says: The one that issued your job.
Catilyn says: Want me to kill him for you?
Catilyn tilts her head somewhat, trying to gauge your response.

Omy seems to think about this for a long moment... No. I have plans for him...and no need to sever that link...yet.

Catilyn smirks slyly at you.
Catilyn says: I like the way you think... Commander.

Omy smiles thinly. I'm glad someone does...everyone seems to think I've gone mad, or irresponsible.

Catilyn says: Pfft. That'll be the day.

Omy says: I have to stay on my toes...what with Sprung and his...shindigs.

Catilyn says: 'ey now... the Tram is a dangerous place as it is.
Catilyn says: I'm sure he'll be fine.

Omy says: We can't lose him either.

Catilyn says: Well, yeah.
Catilyn says: My offer still stands, though.
Catilyn says: Imagine the headlines... "Military man attacked by rampaging Ghouls..."
Catilyn says: It'd look like the Scourge's business.
Catilyn says: No one'd be the wiser.


Omy says: I'll keep that in mind, Cat.
Omy says: It's just....
Omy says: ...you know, how when you...

Catilyn peers at you searchingly.

Omy seems to think for a moment, folding her arms.

Catilyn says: Hrm?

Omy says: ...you know that tickle you get inside your nose, that makes you want to sneeze but, but you can't?

Catilyn says: . . .
Catilyn says: I don't sneeze.

Omy rolls her eyes at Catilyn.

Catilyn blinks at Omy.
Catilyn says: But yeah, I know what your trying to say... what about it?

Omy says: It's like that but in your brain...something I should know about...

Catilyn says: You think he's keeping something from you?

Omy shakes her head, the thought escaping her. ...like a whisper. Or, a pale reflection...

Catilyn frowns. Now that you mention it... I've been getting this... hrn, nevermind.

Omy raises her eyebrow inquisitively at Catilyn.

Catilyn notes Omy's interest. There's this kind of...
Catilyn eyes you up and down.
Catilyn continues. Aura... about you for the past several months...
Catilyn says: Something I can't put my finger on...

Omy 's eyebrow raises higher.

Catilyn says: I've questioned it a few times, but ultimately dismissed it, given your personality hadn't changed or anything.
Catilyn says: Just feels as if I'm... missing something.
Catilyn says: ... Hard to explain.
Catilyn nods, confident that she got her point across.

Omy stares....not understanding at all.

Catilyn blinks at you.
Catilyn says: ... What?
Catilyn frowns.

Omy says: ...yes, I do think he's keeping something from me.

Catilyn says: As I thought.
Catilyn says: Any idea how to go about finding that "something" ?

Omy shakes her head. Aside from putting myself near the source of this 'itch', no.
Omy says: I'm aware of him though, that's enough for now.

Catilyn says: Mm...
Catilyn says: So what now?

Omy says: He knew the trouble he was causing though...that worries me the most.
Omy says: What now?
Omy says: I have...something to finish.

Catilyn says: Anything that I can help you with?

Omy says: Not at the moment, no. This is something I'd like to do alone.

Catilyn nods.
Catilyn says: As always, I'm here if you need me.
Catilyn says: Or rather, if you want me.
Catilyn looks up at the rain, smiling lightly...
Catilyn says: Dawnbreak...

Omy nods, looking up as the clouds open up. Well, blast...
Omy says: Better make this quick then. You should get inside, hn?

Catilyn smiles... genuinely. I like the rain.

Omy pats the woman on the shoulder in thanks as she passes. Works for me. Don't get sick though...

Catilyn smirks, muttering under her breath as Omy gradually walks into the distance.
Catilyn says: . . .
Catilyn says: I don't get sick.

[[ Back at the tombstone ]]

Omy pulls her goggles out from her belt, placing them back on her head. The rain makes little 'tink' noises off the lenses.
Omy bows down graciously.

Omy says: [Darnassian] ...be careful what you ask for, hn? And still, I left out parts...
Omy chuckles a little, rubbing her arms.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ....I'm not even sure what to say. It seems like, most of my troubles are less....thick, now. What with the rain and Cat...
Omy 'hmms'.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I need to fix my comm unit...
Omy says: [Darnassian] Guess there's some point to this after all, seems like no good reason to give up, comming this far.
Omy smiles softly, running a hand over the wet stone.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I hope you're proud of me...in some fashion. I hope you'll forgive me if I assume that you are.
Omy says: [Darnassian] I'll try and make my next visit sooner. This one was far too late in the month.
Omy says: [Darnassian] ..maybe I'll bring a god child or two to visit you.
Omy smiles.
Omy says: [Darnassian] Sleep well, my parents.
Omy bows down graciously.

Omy picks up her comm unit, pulling her goggles down over her eyes.

[[ Fin ]]