Chaos didn't come subtly, though Kitja found it easier to acquiesce than to fight against the current of bodies making their way from the immediate vicinity. Cattle scared easily, after all. The Scourge of the Camarilla did not. So, when the streets were turned upside down by the the near immediate flight of frightened citizens, the woman's composure shifted only slightly to that questioning demeanor given towards the invader. Again, loud this time, Kitja found herself asking, "What have you done?" Of course, given the reaction of the populace, there was no question that the soldier was well aware of their deeds, and his smugness seemed impenetrable even when inquired upon. The city proper was soon encased in that Scrith protective barrier, cocooned, but those who managed to enter the metropolitan area were the true threat in the Camarilla's midst.
"Did you believe for a moment you would cast a shadow in the light of our city? Durak- Who sent you?" Kitja seethed her disapproval, her accent becoming thicker the angrier she grew with the stranger as residual company. Sirens wailing made it almost tedious to speak in the open of the street, but with sectors being sectioned one by one, she knew this stretch of high spires and Easter egg pastels would become quite familiar to her over the course of the evening. Was it even evening? One could never be too sure, given to location and the lack of a sun. Like many things, it had died, and much like Kitja refused to budge from her place, so too did the husk seem resistant to fade from the skyline. Even through the milky metal dome, a deceased star hovered ominously; it was almost beautiful. This city, her city, was in a similar boat. Decayed, appearing destroyed, with an eerie appeal to it's haunting structures and pale denizens.
The shot went right over her head, and Kitja didn't flinch. Instead, her face pinched while she remarked, "You think you can stop judgement, rebenok? Do you come here looking to find something specific? Xenos? There are none here. We are native- you are not." Both hands were brought up to her hair to brush back winded locks as a hawkish gaze examined the firearm. It wouldn't do much to the dome surrounding them, but it could easily blast a hole through Kindred and Kine flesh, meaning she would be wise to use more caution than she was. Still, pride had a way of manipulating an individual's priorities, and curiosity acted like kerosene. With the fire lit, there was no quick exit for Kitja. The brute lingered ever close, and her nostrils widened as the smell of smoke and blood wafted through the humid air in their direction.
Something stilled her for a second, but only a second. His hand grasped her collar, and as though she had never existed, Kitja ceased to stand in front of the male. The fragments of fabric she left behind were merely testament to her speed, and when she appeared once more standing still, it was at a greater distance than previously. "The rest of us? Why don't you tell me just why you're here, on our planet, looking for alien beings? I predate whatever genetic experiment you represent, and hail from Earth. You, creature, are the xenos." Attention was moved to rub her neck slowly, assessing the damages made to her ensemble. "You've set off security, and your men will remain behind scrith in their segmented prisons." Kitja's eyelashes flickered as she appeared to count something in her head. "How long do you think they will last without aid? You land here and what? Expect something less than a great machine?"
A trill of amusement echoed through the sector, at the crossroads of what appeared to be a town square of sorts. "You want xenos, and I tell you there are none. You kill our innocents, and I think you expect me to be intimidated. Unfortunately for you, I am not. I didn't leave Earth all those lifetimes ago just to answer vague questions from a spaceman on steroids. Otvratitel'no. You should run before the Gangrel are alerted. Flee to whatever dark hideaway you can find in this city... To us, you're little more than a rather large sheep."
"Did you believe for a moment you would cast a shadow in the light of our city? Durak- Who sent you?" Kitja seethed her disapproval, her accent becoming thicker the angrier she grew with the stranger as residual company. Sirens wailing made it almost tedious to speak in the open of the street, but with sectors being sectioned one by one, she knew this stretch of high spires and Easter egg pastels would become quite familiar to her over the course of the evening. Was it even evening? One could never be too sure, given to location and the lack of a sun. Like many things, it had died, and much like Kitja refused to budge from her place, so too did the husk seem resistant to fade from the skyline. Even through the milky metal dome, a deceased star hovered ominously; it was almost beautiful. This city, her city, was in a similar boat. Decayed, appearing destroyed, with an eerie appeal to it's haunting structures and pale denizens.
The shot went right over her head, and Kitja didn't flinch. Instead, her face pinched while she remarked, "You think you can stop judgement, rebenok? Do you come here looking to find something specific? Xenos? There are none here. We are native- you are not." Both hands were brought up to her hair to brush back winded locks as a hawkish gaze examined the firearm. It wouldn't do much to the dome surrounding them, but it could easily blast a hole through Kindred and Kine flesh, meaning she would be wise to use more caution than she was. Still, pride had a way of manipulating an individual's priorities, and curiosity acted like kerosene. With the fire lit, there was no quick exit for Kitja. The brute lingered ever close, and her nostrils widened as the smell of smoke and blood wafted through the humid air in their direction.
Something stilled her for a second, but only a second. His hand grasped her collar, and as though she had never existed, Kitja ceased to stand in front of the male. The fragments of fabric she left behind were merely testament to her speed, and when she appeared once more standing still, it was at a greater distance than previously. "The rest of us? Why don't you tell me just why you're here, on our planet, looking for alien beings? I predate whatever genetic experiment you represent, and hail from Earth. You, creature, are the xenos." Attention was moved to rub her neck slowly, assessing the damages made to her ensemble. "You've set off security, and your men will remain behind scrith in their segmented prisons." Kitja's eyelashes flickered as she appeared to count something in her head. "How long do you think they will last without aid? You land here and what? Expect something less than a great machine?"
A trill of amusement echoed through the sector, at the crossroads of what appeared to be a town square of sorts. "You want xenos, and I tell you there are none. You kill our innocents, and I think you expect me to be intimidated. Unfortunately for you, I am not. I didn't leave Earth all those lifetimes ago just to answer vague questions from a spaceman on steroids. Otvratitel'no. You should run before the Gangrel are alerted. Flee to whatever dark hideaway you can find in this city... To us, you're little more than a rather large sheep."
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