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A Veracium lance? A quick easily deployed and disposed of weapon, for an assassin. However it was disguised, the Core energy pack and the vial that dispensed, whatever was used as poison, toxin and or, paralyzing agent? Was unmistakeable.
Why Illia had recognised that, instantly. For some worlds to be caught with that on you, was a death sentence.
Regardless, for some of whether it was full or empty.
It’s ownership signalled intent. Intent to use. Used to prick the skin of its victim, whilst the tip, injected a substance?
Usually a liquid, to stun the victim, but it could, contain any number of poisons, toxins.
If it was Zephex, one of the most deadly ones, he knew it caused hallucinations and worse, that would drive its victim, to the point of insanity! Illia had no doubts as to who the target was! Perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
Have Fre kill her, expose him and seize the chance to see him sentenced to execution. Two of the competition taken out in one hit! He quite liked that idea. He would follow Fre, watch and wait.
In the great hall situated off the Collonades, there were a number of Kets milling around? Anora, was the first to encounter Fre, as he moved towards her, his hand darted to the inside of his tunic, to rest on the handle of the lance. He shifted as close as he could get to her.
Appearing to want to hug her? Shoving his chest forwards, his body in close to her, the lance piercing material to rest against her skin. The Veracium lance flared, the slight pricking of her skin. She squealed the sound lost in the noises of the other Kets around them. Pulling her head against his chest muffling her voice to sneer in her ear.
“Something wrong?” He steps back releasing her head. She rubs her shoulder complaining of a slight itch? Illia knew Anora could not remove her top. If she had been able to, she might have seen the small weal forming. Fre had started to leave her and if the itch had been a nuisance, her attentions were diverted by the arrival of Ameryst and Becci.
Fre had no, desire, to be near them! He scuttled away as quick as he could, given what had just happened, a wise move on his part! Anora, was still looking a little confused but, the sensation of that itch and the desire to scratch it, had gone. Her look of surprise had not! She was, to put it simply, cross eyed!
Ameryst peers at her. “You OK?” Becci was not lookng at Anora, she was watching Fre. 'Why.' She wondered, are you in such a hurry to be leaving and why give your sister a hug like that, It was unheard of! Definitely NOT normal for him!
Keeping her eyes fixed on him, even if he had his back to her. Prepared to take action, if he tried anything nasty.
Only to see him hug her?!
He was, an out and out liar, a cheat and why on this occasion with what had happened, did she get the tingling sensation, she had, when something was badly wrong? She glanced at Ameryst to whisper to her. "Hugs? What is wrong with that picture Ame's?"
If he had been up to no good, how? What the heck had he, or was he up to.
“You DON’T want to get like your brother, Becs! Always thinking the worst of them. I really hope, you’re NOT getting like Ocasa! He drove me crazy yesterday, going on and on about them.
I have to say no one is disliking them like he does and that takes some doing. As for the Vendaran’s. Meladi set him off yesterday, for the second time this week. Not that she can ever resist winding him up.“ “Well I don’t suppose Abbi telling us about the Vendaran’s helped.” Ameryst nodded. “Still, I suppose, it made a change from him, continuing on about the Jogarth..”
She grins as Becci moves closer to Anora.
“YOU, you OK Ana?“ The boss eyed look, from Anora, was helping to convince Becci, that her suspicions were right, something was wrong. Apart from the fact, that Becci felt her own eyes, somewhat it might seem, annoyingly, copying Anora’s.
She shook her head, gripped Anora and shaking her, sees some response. Her eyes went back to their normal gaze. BUT?
Behind them Becci could not see, nor bear witness, to what was forming in Anora’s mind. Was she seeing Grovok?
Hmm well not quite. More a case of Grovoks! Out of water they looked, not just huge, but fierce and terrifyingly all too real!
As for its talons!
Whilst the Grovok, might have appreciated the thought of being fierce it was, of course, anything but.
Knowing, that Anora had never actually seen a Grovok, her imagination was working overtime? The mind when pushed or poisoned, can play tricks on our perception.
Images, painted in her mind, of a creature that was ugly, brutally savage and with huge leering eyes, long talons with razor sharp claws?
Her images pretty much based upon the description and a bit more thrown in for good measure!
Fed to her, by her mother Empress Isabellani, not forgetting what Fre had been upto with his mind games?
More than a vivid picture of the creature! Out of water, on land? I should add, a Grovok is NEVER seen out of water!
Surrounded it would seem, by these creatures, she was sweating profusely! Shivering? Tense? Water droplets forming across her forehead. Her pulse had gone up, eyes flitting from one Grovok image to another, watched by Becci and Ameryst.
“What is the matter with her!” Squeals Ameryst, as she moves closer to Anora? “NOT AGAIN !“
There was a howl from Becci who immediately, calls upon the services of a Medisent, ordering Kets who now had their attention focused on them moving in on them, to make some room!
The ones who had moved closer to see what was going on ignoring her request? The appearance of the Medisent forced many of them back, they had no choice, it delivered a mild shock to those who got too close to it, OR if it wanted Kets to move away flashed with an energy that was unpleasant to be too close to!
Security chief Serenia? She, had seen the flicker as the screen in front of her lit up, glanced at the message and growled, oh yes, a touch of repetition here as she too howls. “NOT AGAIN!“
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