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Luath
Legacy Name: Luath

The Glacier Sheeta
Owner: Knowledge

Age: 15 years, 2 months, 4 days

Born: February 26th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 2 months, 4 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 26th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 232
   
• Strength: 580
   
• Defense: 581
   
• Speed: 577
   
• Health: 577
   
• HP: 544/577
   
• Intelligence: 424
   
• Books Read: 422
• Food Eaten: 8
• Job: Centrifuge Master

Purpose

Thin swirls of red twist their way through the water, heading for the chasm ahead. thumph The old tile cracks and flakes, yielding under the gentle force of her frustration. Fingers slid over the slick surface, then curl to fists and pound over and over. Tiles splinter, shards cascading down and mixing with the running water.

Her chest heaves with sobs, the blood and water and ceramic shards blurring into nothing but black as she squeezes her eyes shut. All her focus is on pushing away recent events, scrounging up happier memories of the past. But she’s losing them, bloody fingers staining them as they slip away. They’re not happy anymore.

She turns off the tap with too much force, breaking it. It doesn’t matter. And then it does. She pushes the plug into the drain, crushing the accumulated fragments of tile. A moment’s pause, not thinking, just staring blankly at the slowly filling tub. Rot and ruin. There’s nothing left for her here.

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She sits on the rooftop’s edge, legs swinging too hard, dull pain throbbing in her heels as they bounced off the worn brick. What now? What now that there was no one to tell her what to do. To guide and mold her into the deadly heir she was supposed to be. What now that paranoia had amounted to nothing more than a dagger in the back from a trusted hand. Nothing to tie her to here. A mess of senseless violence with no fingers left to point in blame. She could go anywhere, be anyone.

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It’s hard to break years of habit. She finds herself trailing strangers down paths leading nowhere. She finds herself threatening shopkeeps to pay nameless entities. She finds herself palming small objects that accumulate in her pockets with no one to hand them over to. She finds herself without purpose.

Habit says to ignore the desperate yells for help. It’s not her problem if she’s not the one causing them. Curiosity steers her into the alley, the possibility of a new boss too tempting to ignore.

Her expectations were not high, and yet she’s still disappointed. The man worked only for himself and took what he wanted. She does not approve. She holds him still until the woman flees, with thanks falling from her lips. After that, the movements are familiar. Habit. A new purpose.

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It’s more thinking than she’s used to. Having to assess a situation, and make a call. The call was always made for her before, but the more it happens, the easier she finds it. The people left behind are always scared, but thankful. The appreciation is nice, even if it comes in stutters and squeaks, and the occasional flung coin purse. Some nights are quiet, but those are satisfying in their own way. When there are long stretches of quiet, she moves on to busier locales, quiet and sullen, but determined.

She hunts during the day too, but it’s of a different sort. People lose things. People can’t find things they want. She can. Lost keys and plush toys, or a first edition copy of a certain book. This hunt occurs on beaches and in parks, in antique stores and aging book shops. Their appreciation is nice too, less fear, more smiles, though there’s still tears sometimes. She lets their chattered gratitude wash over her, bearing it stoically.

Trusting people is still hard. They talk too much; they offer things and hide their motives behind smiles. She prefers the cold impersonality of the transaction. There’s no betrayal if you always expect one. It can be a hard stance to maintain when handing over a stuffed tiger toy to a giggling toddler and their joyous parent, but she manages. Her tendency not to stay in one place, and her policy of no repeat customers helps.

There’s only one exception to that rule, and it’s only because he pays well and is so physically pathetic that she knows she could take him in a fight if it came to it. That’s all there is to that, Kiishin.

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