The thin rug beneath his knees had finally given up trying to block the cool marble beneath it, and he could feel the warmth in his body slowly leeching away. It didn’t help that the windows were wide open, the chilly damp sea air of Limsa blowing in right over his shoulders and neck, tickling the short hairs along his ears and making him itch.
Zane had been summoned three hours ago, and he knew where he was to go. When the servant had let him in, he had moved to the center of the room, dropped to his knees with hands folded neatly before him, and he waited.
Just as he was about to finally fidget and scratch at his neck, the softest sound by the window to his left had him tensing and holding still. Fingers that were not his own grazed where the itch was, sliding down to soothe, before the dark figure that had come in from the outer balcony stood before him.
A single word, but Zane was speaking the second it came from the mouth of the dark figure. His eyes, green and grey in their heteorochromia, stayed focused with laser precision on black boots as he began.
“I have successfully removed two targets, the third will be removed this evening in time for your shipment.” his voice was quiet, methodical and respectful. He did not let himself fall into a near automaton-like speech pattern, but he also made sure he was not using his normal tone.
He knew what happened if he wasn’t precise
“I have another mission for you, to begin two days from now.”
The boots stepped away, and Zane heard some rustling papers, his ears flicking up in his mess of spiked black and violet streaked hair even as he continued to focus on the floor.
“A certain Doman has been spotted, one I very much would like to be rid of. The problem being he has entered an accordance with a group of Eikon slayers.”
Eikon not Primal, a slip up…
Zane grit his teeth, forcing himself not to correct, thankfully having a distraction as the folder landed at his knees. Reaching forward he opened it, reports written in near indecipherable code read easily as he poured over the documents. Blade wielder, potential for more weapons.
“He is of importance, he needs to be eliminated…”
His Master’s words faded as Zane pulled out a very well done sketch, showing a Hyur man, a bit older than the Miqo’te youth, which black classes covering his eyes carefully. The artist had added scars, and as the Miqo’te narrowed his eyes in study, a sudden jerk, like a spiked fissure in his brain slid him directly into…something.
He looked around, the katana heavy in his hand as he panted, leaning against a wall. All around there was fire, burning and he could feel the sweat running down his back, mingled with blood from wounds that stung. He could hear screams, there were noises all around…where was he? He had to get…he had to get somewhere…
Turning he saw a flash of red and black, a crimson white and black sigil and then suddenly blinding pain, a nauseating blackness and he couldn’t…his face…his face…his eyes.
Zane jerked, gasping as his eyes slammed up from the floor, locking immediately onto narrowed grey as he stared his Master straight in the face. The hyur thinned his lips, and to his credit Zane didn’t flinch as an armored hand slammed into his face, sending him sprawling to the floor. He didn’t move, bracing for more but there was nothing…not yet anyway.
“Repeat what I said.” came the order, sharp and with the menacing threat of what would come if he couldn’t.
“The Doman, he must be eliminated, he is in a current organization that works to remove Primals, working in concordance with the cities.” Zane replied quickly, trying desperately to make sure he could remember. He didn’t have his visions often, thankfully, but when he did he lost all sense of self…his Master didn’t like being ignored.
“You will infiltrate this organization, learn what you can, and we will see if it needs to be destroyed. That is your secondary task with your primary task being to gain access to him, interrogate, and eliminate him.” His Master’s voice was tight, but Zane could breathe a small sigh of relief that his transgression was being forgiven.
“Yes Master. I will begin in two days.” He promised, eyes dropping obediently to the floor once more. The word burned his tongue…Master. He kept his emotions in check though, waiting still as a statue until he was finally dismissed with a small flick of one of his Master’s fingers.
Heading out of the room, leaving the papers where they were, Zane removed himself from the lofty tower, heading down and down some more until he finally reached where he considered home. Walking along the docks of the Lower part of Limsa Lominsa, the Miqo’te pulled out the drawn image, the only thing he had taken with him. He studied it once more, frowning faintly.
“Well…Kaiden Maki…let’s see what you have in store for me.”
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