Distractions

Dirty is the man who slings mud.

Lately so it would seem, there had been much filth being thrown about. The day after my trip into the Magisterial Offices, they found a mans corpse floating in the fountain of Hesius. His blood had turned the homage's once crystal waters to red. I stared at it for quite a while, I could see the investigators trying to hush the crowds from my kiosk in the Market. All day it took five men to empty the fountain and refill it. I think it still has a pinkish hue. Officials in the Central Cylinder were seen openly arguing on the steps. The people, rich and poor, seem in a state of unrest. Anger is prevalent on the minds of the scared, the taxed, and the destitute. Perhaps they are reaching a breaking point. I heard tale from some customers that there was a riot in the Teiban Sul district. Also, I heard some looters had been smashing things up at some brownstones near the Tabidian Towers. Change will come. It has to come. For now, I am relieved to hear from Fat Sal at the grocery kiosk that the Red have been spread around the city to quell the uproar. Things are going well in that regard.


My part in this task is not finished. I received a long list, and a short list of targets. The short list is to be taken care of rapidly and in nightly succession. So at dusk I will be escorted through the Anbar to the Black Caste. After which, I will find myself on the high hunt. Watching the pink hued fountain from my Alchemy Stand in the Central Market, I meditate on the events yet to unfold. The last four accountants on my short list won't pose too much a problem. I think it best that they are to be found victims of terrible beatings, ultimately ending in their demise. Yes, it will be better to leave them in the filth of the streets where they belong. As before I will blame the Cosians. I have found it is far easier to stir the already boiling pot.


My respect for Death is a deep one. She and I have a bond that spans a lifetime. Its my belief we are, she and I, Sisters. From the time I was young, I can remember having a feeling of destiny. Sometimes I wonder if Death and I were bound by something greater than the blade of an Assassin. Perhaps I simply muse to pass the time.

Then again, perhaps not.