So this was where he now lived. A beautiful mansion that made their former home together all so modest. The sight of the place made the statuesque blonde seethe with rage and as she kept her vigil upon the building, she began to plan her attack. Tonight’s mission was both a job for the guild, as well as a chance for her to finally gain that sense of freedom that she had been seeking for so long. No matter how well she had tried to hide, he had always found her and no matter how far she had gone, he would always discover her again. It could not go on any longer and having had her confidence bolstered by the success of her previous task, Bastila believed that she was ready for this. Yet, her thoughts kept drifting back to the festival that she had attended with Sakura, where she had almost broken down completely when discussing him. There was still that slight sense of doubt within her that her resolve might just leave her at the final moment but it was something that she would simply have to face. After tonight, she would never have to fear for her own or more importantly her daughter’s life again. It would all end.
During her studies of the place, Bastila had managed to pick up a familiar magical aura patrolling the place from time to time. It was one that she knew of incredibly well and just picking it up made her scowl beneath her mask. It was the aura of Miguel, her former husband's lead henchman and a man that she had almost killed during the festival. She would have ended him there and then, if it had not been for Sakura’s influence but her daughter was not here now and the hatred that Bastila bore for the samurai was almost as great as it was for her ex himself. There would be no mercy tonight for either of them, as the statuesque blonde knew Miguel would no doubt seek revenge against her, should she succeed in killing Donovon. That was how he worked, a man fuelled by vengeance and revenge. The saddest part about that? It could be said that Bastila had fallen into that mindset as well. She had been stunned by her own rage during her last couple of encounters and jobs and yet she was almost caught up by its allure. This was surely not the real her. Bastila could hardly believe her own thoughts at times and she would have to admit that there were moments where she frightened herself by her own musings. What had happened to the sweet woman who acted as the mother to all those she met? Was she gone for good or would she finally re-emerge after her mission tonight? She truly hoped so as the takeover mage was beginning to become weary of her own quest for revenge. The elder Kisagami wanted to rest and finally begin to heal properly and what was more important, to finally develop her bond with her daughter properly, without any more deception between them.
Measuring up the building one final time, Bastila would then make her move, leaving her place of safety in the bushes and heading towards the mansion. She already had the sentries, recently hired from what she had heard, patrols well and truly scouted. They moved around the place like clockwork and it was easy for her to find the right moment to approach. Like a shadow, she would sneak up towards the enormous building and find herself up against the large walls of the place. She had no desire nor had been ordered to kill all who lied within and even though it was difficult for her to control her deep seated hatred for all those who worked for Donovon, she was mature enough to be able to control it. Her targets tonight would be Miguel and her ex husband, which would cut off the heads of his organisation. None of the underlings would have the courage to take control of the organisation once they were dead and with any luck, the last chapter of her horror story could close for good.
After a brief glance around her, Bastila would then briefly turn to ash, allowing her to teleport inside the building, without causing any issues or making any noise. The ability only took a moment in order for it to work and soon enough, she would reform within one of the mansions many kitchens, which was thankfully empty. There was hardly a sound that could be heard within the place and without any further delay, the masked mage would begin her trek through the mansion, keeping eyes and ears open to anything that moved. She knew that Miguel would probably be defending Donovon himself and as she pondered about it further, further mused that perhaps that the entire force would be around her ex husband's bedroom, such was his paranoia and fear. It was well founded though, knowing that he had already been beaten rather severely by Sakura previously, not that he knew of it. As far as Bastila knew, Sakura had used one of her many lovely doll bodies in order to disguise her form. It had been an intelligent move although her daughter’s attack had also made Bastila’s own task a little more difficult. His defences were no doubt far stronger now and with the wealth that he had stolen over the years, she suspected that he would be ready for her. She was going to have her hands full with Miguel and his men, let alone anything that he might have hired or bought in order to defend him. Still, it did not matter to her. She had been preparing for this for so long and all that was left to do was to carry out her plan and show Donovon just who the Ember that he had been warned about was. Not that he would live to tell the tale.
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(1007/3000 Thread WC)
During her studies of the place, Bastila had managed to pick up a familiar magical aura patrolling the place from time to time. It was one that she knew of incredibly well and just picking it up made her scowl beneath her mask. It was the aura of Miguel, her former husband's lead henchman and a man that she had almost killed during the festival. She would have ended him there and then, if it had not been for Sakura’s influence but her daughter was not here now and the hatred that Bastila bore for the samurai was almost as great as it was for her ex himself. There would be no mercy tonight for either of them, as the statuesque blonde knew Miguel would no doubt seek revenge against her, should she succeed in killing Donovon. That was how he worked, a man fuelled by vengeance and revenge. The saddest part about that? It could be said that Bastila had fallen into that mindset as well. She had been stunned by her own rage during her last couple of encounters and jobs and yet she was almost caught up by its allure. This was surely not the real her. Bastila could hardly believe her own thoughts at times and she would have to admit that there were moments where she frightened herself by her own musings. What had happened to the sweet woman who acted as the mother to all those she met? Was she gone for good or would she finally re-emerge after her mission tonight? She truly hoped so as the takeover mage was beginning to become weary of her own quest for revenge. The elder Kisagami wanted to rest and finally begin to heal properly and what was more important, to finally develop her bond with her daughter properly, without any more deception between them.
Measuring up the building one final time, Bastila would then make her move, leaving her place of safety in the bushes and heading towards the mansion. She already had the sentries, recently hired from what she had heard, patrols well and truly scouted. They moved around the place like clockwork and it was easy for her to find the right moment to approach. Like a shadow, she would sneak up towards the enormous building and find herself up against the large walls of the place. She had no desire nor had been ordered to kill all who lied within and even though it was difficult for her to control her deep seated hatred for all those who worked for Donovon, she was mature enough to be able to control it. Her targets tonight would be Miguel and her ex husband, which would cut off the heads of his organisation. None of the underlings would have the courage to take control of the organisation once they were dead and with any luck, the last chapter of her horror story could close for good.
After a brief glance around her, Bastila would then briefly turn to ash, allowing her to teleport inside the building, without causing any issues or making any noise. The ability only took a moment in order for it to work and soon enough, she would reform within one of the mansions many kitchens, which was thankfully empty. There was hardly a sound that could be heard within the place and without any further delay, the masked mage would begin her trek through the mansion, keeping eyes and ears open to anything that moved. She knew that Miguel would probably be defending Donovon himself and as she pondered about it further, further mused that perhaps that the entire force would be around her ex husband's bedroom, such was his paranoia and fear. It was well founded though, knowing that he had already been beaten rather severely by Sakura previously, not that he knew of it. As far as Bastila knew, Sakura had used one of her many lovely doll bodies in order to disguise her form. It had been an intelligent move although her daughter’s attack had also made Bastila’s own task a little more difficult. His defences were no doubt far stronger now and with the wealth that he had stolen over the years, she suspected that he would be ready for her. She was going to have her hands full with Miguel and his men, let alone anything that he might have hired or bought in order to defend him. Still, it did not matter to her. She had been preparing for this for so long and all that was left to do was to carry out her plan and show Donovon just who the Ember that he had been warned about was. Not that he would live to tell the tale.
(1007 Words)
(1007/3000 Thread WC)