Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 4:37:50 GMT -5
Greece. Like many other nations surrounding it, it had endured the test of time. Thousands of years had seen it rise and fall, but never was it destroyed in it's entirety. There was something about that place that was familiar and almost... homely. It wasn't the language, as familiar as it was, nor was it the people. They weren't the coldest on the planet, but even if they were, it wasn't the social factor that seemed so settling. Perhaps it was those buildings. Those buildings that had been seen before so many times. Those buildings that had endured time longer than many living creatures could possibly remember.
Rennia once again found herself in that city. Unlike Rome, where she had avoided the city for the past century, Rennia had frequented Greece. It's libraries were a fountain of information she made use of every chance she got. She was so familiar with them that she even knew about the secrets hidden beneath a few of them. The labyrinth of catacombs that lead to even older libraries. Greece had so much information to offer, even to one of her age.
This time was different, however. This time she wasn't here for information, well, not in a direct sense anyway. This time she was here to deal with a problem. Ironically the person involved came here with knowledge. Knowledge that had been stolen. It was her job to make sure that what they had stolen didn't end up in the wrong hands. She didn't need to kill them, but it would be easier than trying to capture the annoying thief. They wouldn't question it if she did, but it would perhaps be better if she didn't. their death would inevitably give people ammunition to claim that they had been offed by the people who they pissed off. They of course wouldn't be wrong, not that they'd have a whole lot of proof to support it. Still, why give them the chance when she could do it without resorting to that.
Rennia chuckled as she shook the thoughts out of her head. Now was not a time to lament at the complications of killing the person of interest. She could still have her fun with them and leave them without even a scratch. For now she looked down onto the street below her. She had perched herself onto the top of a stone building of decent height. It wasn't too tall and it wasn't too short. It was humorously... like the fairytale, just right. In the twilight hours of the day, she managed to escape the notice of most people from here. Occasionally one or two managed to look up and spot her, but they stared for only a few minutes. She wasn't standing on the edge, so none of the few who did spy her, considered her to be a jumper. They merely reflected on her odd choice to perch, and probably wondered how she got atop of a building with no roof access.
From her vantage point she managed to catch sight of the person in question. Definitely a shady fellow for sure. Rennia's eyes narrowed as she watched them make their way through the square. Where, oh where are you going? she wondered as she watched them weaving between people. The figure was in a little bit of a hurry, but not so much as to draw attention. Well, attention besides the woman sitting on the roof of a building on the far side of the square. Her eyes traced ahead, trying to find whatever it was they were after.
For now she gave a soft, trouble 'hrm' and watched.
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 4:57:42 GMT -5
Ciel moved quickly through the crowd of people some smiling at her. They recognized her, her family a big part of Greek society. Her now deceased mother had been a priestess, her brother a priest, her father on the other hand a wealthy banker, a different version of a king in the eyes of society. She hadn't seen her dad in years, he always happened to be away when she was in town, at least that's what her brother had told her, the truth stood that the man was long dead, he'd been dead since she was 13 and her brother had killed him, wiping her memories of the act.
That wasn't the point now, her family would have to wait, she had to get out of town, away from those who wanted what she had, what she would not give. She didn't put it past these people though to go after her brother. She got into her childhood home, slammed the door behind her. She ran to her room, it wasn't normal for her brother not to be home, but this time Ciel was thankful. He'd be gone for a month on business with their father. She gets into her room and closes that door too, locking the windows she looks around, she tried so hard to remember what the girl she'd been looked like, but she'd ruined the pictures long ago in frustration at not being who she was.
She looked in the mirror anger crossing her face, "Damn it all! Come on Ciel!" She looked around finally finding a picture of the girl she'd once been. She concentrated on the picture becoming Demetria. Her hair long to the small of her back, brown in color. Her eyes an ocean blue. She searched through her clothes finally finding a pair of sweats and a tank top. It was enough to look like she'd been home for a while, but also enough to fight in case she had to. She looks at her quarter staff, "You just may be my friend tonight." She said taking it in her hand, "Now we wait." She laid down on the bed quarter staff within reach.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 5:20:26 GMT -5
Rennia's eyes settled upon a building that the figure was making their way towards. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined the building closely. It wasn't remarkable by any means that she could tell, though that was likely the point. It would make for someplace no one would expect to look for her, unless of course, they were already watching her. Rennia's eyes wandered from the figure to the building several times, making sure that was indeed their intended destination.
When she was satisfied that it was, Rennia turned her attention to those gathered around. When no one was looking as far as she could tell, she pushed herself off of the building. Down, down, down she plummeted as gravity took it's toll. At the last second, Rennia unfurled her wings from underneath that coat and cloak. All three fanned out, providing her with enough drag to slow her decent to tolerable levels as she hit the ground. As her feet connected, she allowed them to bend, using her muscles to slow herself down, and her right hand to catch her as she came to a stop.
She pushed herself back to her feet and looked around. In the shadow of the building she could hide pretty effectively. She had trained many years to be able to blend into the darkness without leaving so much as a trace of her existence. Now would be one such time to put that ability to use. Darting between buildings, she kept herself hidden from the general populace of the town square. Every time someone looked in her direction she would pause and wait for them to look away before darting out over to the next building.
In short time she had managed to make her way across the side of the square. As close as she could get to that far building from where she was at, she made sure her clothing was all sorted before she crossed over the narrowest part of the square. Despite her unusual decor, she drew very little attention from all the people gathered about. She got the occasional stare from one person or another, but a turn of her hood in their direction caused them to quickly look away.
Finally she made her way to the door of that building. She gently pressed her ear against it, listening for sound within. She heard...something, but it sounded too distant to be directly behind the door. She reached out slowly to test to see whether the door was locked or not. If it was, it would be but a simple matter to use her innate ability at unlocking doors to let herself inside. She moved slowly, so as to create as little noise as possible, lightly pushing the door closed behind her. Silently the figure began looking about, creeping her way across house. Every time she came to a doorway, she would lean up against the wall closest to her before quickly darting across to the far side, waiting to see if any shots rang out from within the room. If not she would peek inside it.
Finally, she would make it to that bedroom door. Slowly she would creep up to it, and like before she would place the side of her head up against the door, listening. Slowly she slid to the wall next to the door. One hand reached inside her cloak to withdraw the silenced Kimber hidden there. The other reached towards the door handle. Taking a slow, deep breath counted to three before suddenly throwing it upon and pulling her arm back, staying on the side of the doorway in case the occupant opened fire with a weapon they might have had on them by now.
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 5:31:21 GMT -5
Ciel knew the moment the front door was opened, she looked at the laptop beside her bed confused about why this person came in through the front door. She listened carefully, this person was too silent too be her brother. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, she had been watched, the thought made her sick. She stood up and made quite a bit of noise as she did. It was purposeful, her TV on, her laptop making only the noise of the fan, and she had a pencil hooked up in such a way that it sounded like someone typing slowly.
Ciel moved quietly to the side of her door, she listened quietly. She heard the sound of a hand on her door knob. 'Don't turn it.' she quietly prayed. She was not in a mood to kill anyone, but she would if she had too. This little psychopath didn't want to feel anything, and that was what always happened when she was able to kill. She bit down on her lip as the door was open. As it did it tripped a wire that made her voice come from the bathroom, "I'll be out in a moment Deimos." the recording came out. It sounded exactly like her. She was good at protecting herself, and her family. Her hand stayed on the quarter staff pressed as close to the wall as possible she waits until the person started to come into the room.
At that point, she would swing her quarter staff, if the other did not dodge it was likely that she would get the wind knocked out of her from the impact. The next thing that would happen whether or not she missed would be to get out of the way and look for a gun.
Though if the other did not turn the corner Ciel wouldn't move either. Keeping her post at her door.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 6:16:24 GMT -5
The woman waited beside the door for a few moments. Seeing the woman wasn't coming out... She had a better idea. She slipped that Kimber back into place. Then with both hands she gripped the hilts a pair of nearly eight inch blades. If the woman wasn't going to come out, she would simply need to go in. However, breaching was always tricky. It became so much more so since she lacked any form of flashbang to deal with this occupant.
Suddenly the woman would spin around on her right leg, pivoting herself into the doorway in a silky smooth motion. In the same instant that she turned, she again unfurled those wings from their hiding place. As a result, from within the room, one would see the black of a cloak receding before an array of feathers filled the entire doorway as they closed around in front of Rennia, effectively creating a barrier between her and any possible assailant. Behind that barrier of wings Rennia would pull those blades out from their hiding place, raising them up and readying them for defense.
If assaulted, Rennia would take a few steps back, placing distance between her and the quarterstaff armed assailant before she'd pull her wings back, exposing the being underneath. The intruder would be covered in black head to toe. What could be seen was obviously military in nature, and probably well funded too. Given her dimensions it would be fairly easy to tell that it was in fact a woman as well.
Rennia would keep her blades up, but would simply move to counter any attacks sent her way. She made no attempt to attack in kind, nor any attempt to even disarm her assailant. Every move she would make would simply be aimed towards warding off that quarterstaff as she stared at the other being from underneath that hood. Those twin glowing eyes would help to obscure the rest of her face beneath that hood, providing that light deficit effect and creating one rather sinister appearance.
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 6:24:49 GMT -5
Ciel was in fact rather shocked at the wings being there instead of a person, and she followed through on her first attack but then backed off. She looked at the woman who had the knives in her hands, Ciel backed away from the door, her own fingers searching for a knife. When they found one she looked toward the woman. She didn't say anything for awhile, just stared.
So many thoughts went through the girls head, who was this person, more importantly what was this woman. Her eyes look head to toe, angels and demons didn't exist right. She actually laughed out loud, of course they did, shapeshifters existed and she bought that she was among that race, so why couldn't angels or demons. She calmed down and shook her head looking the other woman over once more.
"Alright so who are you... and why are you here?" The girl asked leaning back against the post of her bed, "Why are you in my house?" The female asked no emotion in her eyes or tone, simple curiosity. There was no fear about being attacked either, nor enjoyment.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 6:39:55 GMT -5
The daemoness kept her stance ready to defend or strike at any moment, but remained where she was. Standing in the doorway, she took up most of it, if not all, between her large frame and even larger wings. It was like the scene out of some book. Black and red mixed in a sinister combination, hood and all. From beneath those cliche red eyes gazed intently at the person across from that dark figure.
The woman looked...different. This wasn't the same figure she had chased into the house. She was however sure that she had gotten the right house. There was no mistake. There were three possibilities that wandered into the daemoness's mind. The first was that the woman was indeed somewhere in the house and this was an entirely different person. The next, far more likely than the first, was that the figure she had been chasing was a shape shifter. It hadn't been mentioned in the report, but that was to be expected. Most humans were unfamiliar with the supernatural world, and even knew oh so little about the ones they employed themselves. The third was one she didn't enjoy the thought of. It would have involved being placed under an illusion from the figure without knowing it. If that was the case, she would be in actual danger as the woman would be able to strike at any given moment.
Finally after a moment she decided that guess two was by far the most likely, and she decided to go with it. The woman chuckled softly and tilted her head. "I should think you know why I am here. You took something that doesn't belong to you. I'm here to relieve you of it. However, this need not end in bloodshed. If you return it, without trouble, I will depart without incident. It will be as if I was never even here. If you do not... well, for your sake I would ask that you do not choose that option. I would very much like not to leave a corpse on this particular trip."
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 16:00:24 GMT -5
Ciel watched, she was learning what she could from the woman. Her eyes actually almost showed boredom, but even that would have been to much emotion for the girl. She shrugged and smiled, "I don't have it. Tossed it into a fire actually." She laughed Deimos had asked her to retrieve some information, so retrieve it she did. She brushed her hair out of her face, and what she learned from it she had decided no one else should ever know and ditched it into a fire at one of the local temples.
Ciel kept her hand on her knife, watching, waiting. "So what happens now?" She asked a smirk on her face. This wasn't hard for her, to talk to someone while they made threats on her life. She'd of had to have cared about her life for it to make any difference in her actions. The only thing this girl cared about was getting the promised information to her brother. Though just the thought of him made her veins run cold. Her body had a fear of her brother that she could never understand but it was what it was and that was not the problem at hand. If she died here, well she'd leave a job unfinished and she wasn't sure she could have that.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 16:14:22 GMT -5
The daemoness tsked and gave a gentle shake of her head. Those eyes however swiveled in their sockets, staying locked on the girl in front of her. "Well, that's just not good. I was hoping this would be just a simple matter of retrieving the information and leaving... Seems like that just isn't going to be the case."
"Do you expect me to simply believe you on your word? You stole it in the first place. That isn't exactly the most straight forward thing to do, so I think you'll be able to forgive me if I don't believe you. Not to mention, I find myself asking why you'd steal it, only to discard it later without care? I mean, unless you simply liked the thrill of doing something you're not supposed to, in which case that makes you a different kind of issue all together. Plus without proof of the deed that leaves a lot of very loose ends and loose ends are bad. Perhaps you should have asked for the information instead of stealing it maybe? Oh well..."
The woman sighed again and allowed herself to lean against the frame of the door as she gazed across at Ciel. "Now? Now you start talking. You tell me all about your little adventure, and we'll work from there, mmm?"
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 19:10:49 GMT -5
Ciel arched a brow, a small laugh escaping her lips. The woman didn't believe her, that worked for her she didn't care whether woman did or not, but once the woman started to demand she talk Ciel shook her head, "Oh... see I don't talk for free." She said leaning against the bed post once more, her fingers playing with the knife in her hand. She was ready in case the demonic woman decided to attack her. "And you aren't entirely wrong, I do like doing things I'm not supposed to. It makes life... more interesting, but that is not why I stole this item, or why I burned it. Though I don't see any reason why I should tell you either reason, as they are my own, and I don't see you paying me."
Her eyes stay on the woman, she had a cold demeanor one that made most people stay away from her, one that had her marked as a sociopath. The lack of emotion worked in her line of work though as she figured the woman standing across from her probably felt the same, besides... Emotions got in the way. She laughed at that inner thought, it was emotions that had this one standing at her door if she were being completely honest with herself. She hadn't taken this job for money but instead because her brother asked her too.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 19:39:44 GMT -5
Rennia waited for the woman to finish speaking before she gave a few slow, faint nods of her head, as if listening to something and forming a conclusion, of which she had. "I see, I see...." She trailed off for a moment as she looked just slightly off to the side of the other woman, keeping her in her peripheral vision. Rennia knew when she was dealing with someone that would normally be classified as 'unstable'. Then again, she was sure she would be classified as unstable to, at least by your average civilian shrink. This one was careless. Not reckless or sloppy. Pure, untainted carelessness. She was precise, but the results didn't matter to her... Ah but there were worse things than death. She thought.
Those eyes slow shifted back towards Ciel. Rennia had learned to keep a tight lid on her abilities over the years, and one of them was the innate air that demons aired from their very nature. Now however she relaxed her grip, letting that aura of evil and dread expand outward.
Those fiery eyes slowly pivoted until they locked directly onto Ciel's. There she would stare silently for a few moments. She ran though a list of thoughts on how to word her next statement carefully. Finally she spoke. Her words came out low, even, and most of all, cold. There was a finality about those words, something that simply stated that she would do as she said. It was devoid of bullshit cockiness or amusement. It wasn't sick or sadistic pleasure. It was apathy in it's purest form. "If your own life isn't worth the information you hold... what about theirs?"
As she spoke, those eyes seemed to grow brighter. Like two flaming orbs beneath that hood she stared at her with intensity, as if trying to gaze into her very soul. Without seeing her face it was impossible to tell if she was smirking or just gazing at her with a cold expression.
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 21:23:37 GMT -5
Ciel watched the woman, perfectly silent she just watched. She never moved, she wasn't stupid, she knew better than to provoke an attack. Unstable was a good way to clasify Ciel, though not the one most often used, but than, most people didn't live long enough to classify her as anything. She brushed the long brown locks out of her face. The woman was thinking and so would she. She didn't like being caught in her room, she didn't like that the woman was blocking the door, but she knew exactly how many steps it took to get to the window. It was already opened, she'd made sure of that.
When the woman's eyes return to Ciel her heart stopped. Her eyes widened. She felt like she couldn't breath. What was this feeling, what was this need to run and where had it come from. Ciel had never felt anything like this before, suddenly she was worried about her father and her brother, which was odd, new, and ill-taken. She'd never worried about anyone not even herself before. She loved her brother that was true, she was sure somewhere that she loved her father, maybe, but actually worrying about them, that had never happened before.
Ciel grabbed her chest and fell to her knees, she tried hard to catch her breath, to think straight but it wasn't happening. She shook her head hard, "I-i won't tell you anything!" She yelled out. She laid her head on the floor trying to gain control of the pain in her chest, the quick, painful pounding that threatened to beat its way right through her rib cage.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 22:07:57 GMT -5
Rennia watched the woman with that same cold gaze, seeming unfazed by the fact she had dropped to her knees. In fact it was almost as if she had been expecting it, or at least expecting some form of reaction along those lines. Inwardly Rennia mused at the fact that, despite her attempts at playing cool, the woman was still susceptible to that unnatural aura that Rennia gave off.
Despite dropping down however, the woman appeared to retain some measure of defiance. She declared her intention of remaining silent. This brought a faint, cold chuckle from the towering fiendling. She reached around behind her with her left and and let go of her blade, which would seemingly disappear. In truth she had grabbed it with her tail, and kept it at the ready in case she needed it. She kept her other blade in her grip, in case the woman decided she was going to charge the daemoness, in which case she might need to use that blade either defensively, or offensively.
"Is that so? You still intend to hold out, despite seeing how futile it is? Well, I do have to give you credit for sticking to your guns...However, I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Seeing how the woman had reacted to her simple aura, Rennia decided to turn things up a few notches. Using the tip of the blade in her right hand, she reached out to slide it underneath the girl's face slowly. Keeping the sharp end facing in her direction she would gently start pushing up unless the girl pulled away from the blade. In effect she attempted to coach the woman's head up off the floor to face her once again. She would keep pushing until the woman would flee out of her reach, attempt to attack her, or look into her eyes.
If she attacked, Rennia of course would retreat and put up her defenses, warding off the armed woman as best she could. If she chose one of the other two options, the effect would inevitably be the same, whether or not she gazed into the fiendling's eyes. If she did, those blazing eyes would become a nightmare. As if gazing into a hellish mirror, images that might normally plague the shapeshifter's mind would be reflected within them. As if the daemoness was using whatever it was that terrified the shapeshifter, if anything, against her. That of course would be the truth in a nutshell, though if the woman had no fears, she would merely begin to see the closest thing her mind could understand to it.
All this time Rennia would stand there as motionless as she could get away with, waiting for whatever reaction she would get from her use of her ability to create haunting visions.
Post by Ciel Valencia D'Morte on Aug 18, 2013 22:59:29 GMT -5
Ciel felt so sick she couldn't think straight. She'd never felt anything like this before she shook away all the thoughts, she felt no fear, but she did feel that adrenaline pumping aura about the deamon. She growled at her as her face was forced to look at the others. Ciel shook her head, pulled away but not out of range, "Do not touch me." She said. Though there was no anger. It seemed as if she was simply telling her. Her body was having a hard time dealing with amount of adrenaline pumping through her system. She shook like an addict. Sweat broke out on her skin.
Ciel looked up at the other woman, she forced herself to stand. She looked into the others eyes, just to be floored again by what she saw, she didn't fear anything really, but her mind translated it to the closest she could get to fear, permanently loosing her true identity. Ciel curls in on herself, her hair changing color, her eyes changing color, even her flesh darkening. She cries out and shakes her head. She was starting to lose it, soon her body went limp. The fear she'd felt had gotten the best of her and she' passed out before she could have a heart attack.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 18, 2013 23:58:18 GMT -5
Rennia chuckled and pulled her blade back as the other reacted with a growl. Hostile or not, she would get what she wanted. Those calculating eyes gauged that reaction with fascination, clearly interested in how her body was reacting to the sensation. This wasn't the first time Rennia had experienced people who's bodies seemed to lack the proper capacity to process emotion. Emotions were based off of chemicals, and occasionally there was a brain that simply couldn't read those chemicals correctly. It even effected fear... to an extent. The flight or fight system could never be completely overridden, just suppressed to an extreme extent.
Then the other woman pushed herself to her feet. Rennia was impressed from an academic standpoint. The fact she managed to fight her body's natural reaction was indeed somewhat impressive to the fiendling. However, it wasn't to last as the woman gazed into her eyes and collapsed once again onto the floor. A brow raised as she gazed down at the curled up ball of a woman on the floor. She knew it had hit like a ton of bricks, but the reaction was still intriguing to her. Rennia watched as the woman cried out and tried to fight it off, but the result was inevitable. The woman fell still on the floor within a few moments.
Rennia wasted no time, storing that second blade away and gazing around the room quickly for a chair for which to tie the woman to. She didn't need rope of course, no she had plenty of that for what she needed. If she managed to find a chair, she would carefully attempt to lift the woman into the chair without jostling her awake. If she was successful up to that point she would reach to a bag she carried and pulled out what had to be over a hundred feet of rope. Unfortunately for Ciel, that rope wasn't fat and cushioned. It wasn't so thin as to likely cut against her unless it started chafing, but it would probably dig in uncomfortably.
Now came the unpleasant part, for her victim. If Rennia managed to get this far without waking the woman up, she would begin a methodical means of tying the woman up to that chair. Instead of tying her hands to each other, Rennia had other plans. She would first bring those arms around back behind the back of the chair, seeing how far she could get them before she let them relax again. Next she would bend them at the elbows and align them so that either knuckle would be as close to the opposite elbow as she could get, with the back of the chair in the way. Using one end of the rope, she would start at the woman's left upper arm. She would make a single wrap around the arm and then knot the end off. It might have seemed like an odd place to start until she began wrapping the rope completely around that arm, encasing it in rope.
When she got just a few inches away from where she'd managed to pull the far knuckle of Ciel's other arm, she would pull them back into that position again before she began wrapping again. She would then make a pass around the wrist, making sure it was tight around the hand when it was open before she continued on to do the same to the other wrist. Afterward she would continue up Ciel's right arm. In effect, Rennia would have both arms encased in rope and tied together. To make it harder for the woman to escape, she made a pass from the woman's upper right arm, across to the upper left arm, around back to the left arm. Then again lower down, before making another knot. This would prevent the woman from being able to effectively pull her arms apart.
Then she wrapped it around to the center of one of those crossovers and tied another knot, using it as a center point to drop down around between the woman's wrists and over her shoulder, across the far side and back around. She'd tie it back to that knot on the cross over before making a pass opposite to the last, going to her other shoulder and it's far side before similarly knotting it off. Then she would begin wrapping the rope around the woman, from the back of the arms, around her chest and back around, tying her firmly to the chair.
When she had secured the woman's upper body, she carefully wrapped that rope around the seat of the chair and began tying the woman's legs down. Like before, she took care to wrap them both individually (Though not entirely encasing them as she had done the woman's arms) and together, minimizing the possible range of motion the woman might have to move.
If Rennia had managed to get that far without waking the woman up, she would proceed to the next part of her plan. She reached behind her and pulled out a small bag she kept on her at all times. Within it she withdrew an IV bag and the tubing to go along with it, as well as a needle and the adhesive needed to keep it in place. Barring the woman waking up before she got a chance to continue on, Rennia would carefully stick the needle into an appropriate vein and find a place to hang the bag from, just slightly elevated from the site of injection, likely on the window sill or somewhere similar. Following that, she would turn the woman to the side, leaving her perpendicular to the nearby window. Then she'd pull out a needle and syringe, along with what was clearly one of those jars used to contain injection fluids. She'd pop off the cap of the needle and make sure the plunger was just partially pulled back before sticking it into the bottle. She then inverted it and pushed the plunger completely forward before pulling back on it to remove some of the contents of that bottle. After that she would put the bottle back into her bag and take ahold of the line leading from the IV bag. At an injection site along the tubing, she would push the needle into the line, though she would not depress the plunger.
If the woman hadn't managed to wake up by then, Rennia would patiently await the moment she did. Then she would be to the side of the woman, waiting with her hand on that plunger. The moment she was sure the woman was awake she would begin speaking once more. "Ah, glad to see that you're awake. Do you know what a acetylcholinesterase inhibitor does?"
