Captain Wilson approached the Liari residence with a steely reserve that showed in the grit of her teeth and which belied the terrible fluttering of nerves pounding about her insides. She was there on official business and had come dressed for the occasion; she wore all but the helm of her suit of plate armour. When she and the four guards accompanying her were allowed onto the grounds by the Liari guards, she strode confidently up to the door and knocked firmly. She didn\'t bother removing her gauntlet, finding that pounding settled something wild about her mood.
She\'d conducted herself in much the same way for the past week. Somehow, she\'d managed to put herself in situations where confrontations were bound to happen, assigning herself to routes that she hadn\'t trod in a long while - not since she\'d split with Dagger, at least - policing the more desperate areas of Oberon, at the most controversial hours. Since Kysis had advocated a business-like relationship between them, she had thrown herself into the thick of her work, ensuring that she wasn\'t there when he visited Matthew to have his stitches looked at because her hours had suddenly become inescapably long. The Gods knew, if she saw him in any other capacity... well, she figured it was simply best to let that go.
She turned to check that her recruits were standing still behind her, supporting the small chest of gold - which had four long, steel arms for carrying it, each held by a guard now - between them. Nearly four hundred of the coins had been issued by the king\'s treasurer that morning, as payment for the order of Liari daggers and shortswords they\'d ordered and the pressure of having such an enormous amount of wealth hanging about the guardhouse had been too great to leave it there for long. A runner had ascertained that Lord Liari was not in his shop, so she and her four strong companions had despatched themselves for the manor, figuring he had to be there.
"Captain... uh... you have, um... blood?" the female - Recruit Brown - guard hesitantly told her, briefly waving a free hand vaguely about her mouth as she watched something on her superior\'s face. She quickly returned to supporting the gold; it was quite heavy, after all.
"Shit," Lam swore, realising that her lip had opened up again - no doubt because she was holding her mouth pursed in such an angry line. Oddly, she hadn\'t even tasted it. She raised a hand to swipe it away, saw the unforgiving steel of a hinged gauntlet and hesitated, knowing it would do no good. She couldn\'t easily reach any material beneath her armour to soak the blood up either, so she did the best she could; swirling her tongue out over her extremely puffy bottom lip, she caught as much as she could, sucked it back in and leaned over to spit it delicately into the nearest bit of Liari foliage. "Shit," she said again as she straightened, peering at Recruit Brown questioningly. "Did I get it all?"
Guard Brown shook her head, pretty blue eyes wide and a gloved hand coming forward nervously. She raised her eyebrows and Lam gave an impatient gesture with her hand, silently approving the wordless request to wipe the Captain of the Guard\'s chin free of blood. She gave a nod of approval when it was done and Lam spun away with a sigh, pounding on the door again.
Overall, she looked very little as Kysis remembered her - except for the bun, of course. She\'d had numerous physical skirmishes over the past week, but the one two days ago had ended her street patrols early - and for quite some time to come. In the early hours of the morning, she\'d come upon a drunk hassling a young woman in an alley just near the Falcon\'s Mask Inn. She and her partner - a relatively new guard but a big, strong young man not long off the farms - had approached at the first squeal and Lam had ordered the man to release the girl.
He had, but only to growl at her that she ought to mind her own business. He was so drunk that he didn\'t seem to note that she and her partner were in uniform. The girl ran away at that point, angering the man and causing him to take a swing at the nearest one, in his frustration. The nearest, of course, happened to be Lam.
She\'d stepped in to meet the challenge happily, finding the drunk was marginally more co-ordinated than she\'d expected, but not bothering to end it quickly, as she should\'ve. He\'d scored a large, hairy fist to her mouth on his third swing; she\'d replied with a strong left hook that had sent him stumbling. He\'d come back from his crouched position to grapple her, and scored a headbutt that split the skin over her left eye, caused her nose to swell almost instantly and pain to blind her. Luckily, her right elbow hit its mark and knocked him down. As she\'d stepped over him (her partner practically wetting himself in his horror that his Captain was brawling and feeling he should be gallant and save her... but she was a superior... who was doing alright... but she needed backup), the drunk had got the last word in, leering up at her and inviting her to suck his dick. She\'d responded with a powerful, angry downward-thrusting right that had left him in an unconscious heap and smirked as she\'d said, "No. You suck mine."
Her face was cut and swollen; his nose was broken and he\'d lost one of the precious few teeth that had been remaining, as well as scored an arrest for assaulting an officer of the city.
Of course, Freddy had taken one look at her - lips mashed onto her teeth, puffy and streaming blood, nose ballooned, bruised and bleeding and both eyes turning a nasty shade of purple in the corners around her nose - when she\'d brought the unconscious man in and had had a few stern words with her in private. She\'d responded as defiantly as she could - considering it was so damn hard to speak - but had conceded she\'d stick with more sensible duties from now on. She\'d already scored a cut right eyebrow, bruised right cheek and eye, and scratches down her left cheek (who said men didn\'t fight like women when you were kneeling on their chests, trying to cuff them?), so she looked quite the battle-weary soldier. With the judge\'s dinner a few nights hence, she\'d agreed with her lieutenant that yes, she did need to take it easy so that makeup might at least start to cover some of the damage.
So far so good, anyway; the black eyes were heading for brown (from purple), the nose only looked slightly thicker (though there was the cut across the bridge to consider) and the rest of the cuts were healing quite nicely. Only her shredded lips continued to bother her, bleeding frequently and still fairly swollen.
She sighed. Not only was standing around enduring the apprehension of seeing Kysis again agony for her, holding all those gold coins was no picnic for her workers, either. Despite the land being guarded, she couldn\'t help but cast frequent glances towards the fence line, expecting an ambush, as she\'d been trained to do. She then looked back at the knocker on the ornate door, considering it for a full minute... before she dismissed it and raised her fist to bang on the pretty wooden surface again.