Armistice -Scarlett-

[Voices of The Deep]

It was obvious from a glance that the blue eyed she-devil was looking for something. More aptly, someone. Winter was not, by nature, a very sociable creature. She had become a recluse, living on the fringe of society, she did not involve herself in the squabbles of the upper assembly - not any longer. The long raking scars on her soul were an eternal reminder of what happened when her aspirations ran wild.

Time had rendered her no different. Simply wiser, older. She had developed edge of caution to her calculated games. Winter was always on the move...she never stayed in one place to long and as a result this made it increasingly harder tot rack the woman...those high heels of hers clacked again and again as the white haired woman stomped through the empty balconies a...building. Honestly Winter was not sure where she was...and as cherry blossoms flowed in the air The Queen looked down the side of the building and towards the ocean...for such a massive city she was surprised how little people there were in this particular district...not that she cared either way. She preferred the silence.

Leaning inward, she crossed her arms over one another and placed them on the rail that separated her from a rather long drop...tapping her finger along the steel as a low grumble escaped her...this city was...strangely present to look at. Technologically savvy and alert but the architecture was so organized and intricate that Winter admired its complexity.

Still...she needed to figure out where to head next.

[member="Scarlett Orion"]

 

[NightSister]

Cloaked by the Force, Scarlett crept through the city, searching for the residence of a famously powerful witch queen. She'd been skeptical when an anonymous employer - Sith, most likely - had asked her to spy on her and if possible retrieve some intel, but she hadn't been in business for weeks and the payment was astronomical.
After searching in the shadows for a little while, Scarlett found her target standing over the balcony of a large, grand building. Even with all the distance between them, Scarlett could tell that there was no way she'd remain invisible to her. If she was quick enough she might be able to get in and out the building with the diary she'd been asked to retrieve, but more likely than not it would result in an extremely deadly duel. Still, that was something she'd trained for, and she'd never once walked away from a mission. With a small sigh, Scarlett went round to the back of the building and after scanning through the windows to find which floor would likely have the journal she was looking for, she pushed herself onto the correct floor and picked her way in with ease. A countdown started in her mind while she crept invisibly through the room in search of the diary. 60...59...58...

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Perhaps she should return home...thats what people did after being away for so long right? They went back to were their heart was...and every time the Ice Queen thought about going back to her home-world the only thing she could think about was her parents...her sisters. A young woman she had attached herself too in her youth...a girl named Ember. As opposite to Winter as the sun was to the moon. A girl she once called friend. And because of a mistake she made that friendship was lost to the void...

Centuries had passed and Winter felt so cold and empty inside...and at this point of her life she welcomed it. What did emotions and attachments ever do for her? If she were to die alone without being in a single thought than so be it. She had entered the void years ago and she was beyond the point of no return. Sitting up straight Winter reached into her back pocket and un-clipped a small square shaped holster...pulling out a black leather book with icy blue markings decorating it Winter pulled it to her front and rubbed her fingers over it...she had this journal for so long and never let it leave her sight. She always kept it on her and when she could not it would be locked away.

Sighing softly, she put the journal back and stepped away from the rail...turning around and heading back towards her hotel room.

[member="Scarlett Orion"]

 

[NightSister]

The journal was nowhere to be found. In her briefing, all Scarlett had been told was that the journal was incredibly important to its owner and would be very hard to steal. So it would either be in some other hidden location or the woman she was retrieving it from, the deadly powerful Witch Spellweaver feared across the galaxy, had it on her person. If the journal contained the secrets Scarlett had been told it did, then she was willing to bet it was the latter.

So, combat it would be. If Scarlett could keep it hand-to-hand then perhaps her limited knowledge of the Force wouldn't matter - yes, Scarlett wasn't terrible at comabt, perhaps -

All thoughts were stopped in their tracks as Scarlett sensed her target approaching. In a second she had unbuckled the lightsaber from its strap on her leg beneath her skirt and taken a small but powerful handgun from her belt. She didn't switch the lightsaber on yet, just in case her Force concealment was powerful enough to hide her from such a powerful being, but she had one finger by the activating button, ready to pull at any moment, and the handgun cocked and loaded. There was nothing more she could do but await her target.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Winters mind wandered...as if there were a blizzard in her subconscious and each fleck of snow was an individual thought...the woman had spent so much of her life taking action that now it seemed this was the chapter she would spend contemplating...thinking. The gears of her mind always oiled and always turning. The Queen did not gain her position from some royal birthright...she may of been born from a royal family but she long disowned them. They made it clear that she was not wanted...not loved. And perhaps it was that reason alone she was always so cold inside...always wandering. And it is also that reason alone she rose to her own state of power...she did not take simple handouts, compliments or gifts...she took what she wanted and as a result gained the loyalty of many. Pieces on the board to be moved however she saw fit...

And as The Queen approached the glass doors of her temporary residence Winters gaze was instantly drawn towards a woman in her room...correction. A girl in her room. Positioned defensively like a deer in headlights as she held a sidearm and a Lightsabre hilt in each hand...Winters expression remained cold, distant and disinterested. Simply staring at the girl with cold eyes for a few moments before averting her gaze to the drawers of the room that had been opened and searched...

The Queen scoffed. Shrugging a bit and plopping down on the large chair beside her crossing her ankles as she snapped her fingers...activating the holoprogram on the entertainment system just behind the woman in red. Winter narrowed her eyes a bit and tilted her head as the woman in the program began to ramble on about some of the latest news. Winter lifted her hand and gestured for [member="Scarlett Orion"] to move aside so she could see. Making it almost sickeningly obvious that she did not feel very threatened by this...inconvenience.

 

[NightSister]

Arrogance. That was the first thing Scarlett sensed from the approaching woman. Watching the news like there was nobody else there. Especially with someone so vain as Scarlett, it had always irritated her that in espionage, one could be the best of the best - as Scarlett knew she was - and not be allowed any recognition, and the Witch currently sitting comfortably on a couch was an annoying reminder of that fact.

The diary! Irked by the woman's indifference, Scarlett had almost forgotten her aim. Deciding that the handgun would be the least useful of her two weapons she tucked it back into her belt and used that hand to send the Force tugging at the journal she'd come to retrieve. The fact that she didn't know what it looked like or exactly where it was didn't help, but nonetheless she felt something being pulled in as she waited with baited breath for the woman to try and stop her.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Winter could almost sense the aggravation coming from the young girl...apparently the thief thought she was worth even sparing words on and yet Winter still felt no desire to communicate...she had been alive for far to long and was tired. Or lazy...one of the two. She never really moved unless it was absolutely necessary and even this it was commonly at her own pace. And as the woman before her took the sidearm and holstered it The Queens gaze remained steady on the telivision before flicking back towards [member="Scarlett Orion"] with her icy optics...noticing the younger girl extend her hand as if attempting to use telekinesis on Winter...but instead of grabbing The Queen she merely tugged at the holster wrapped around her thigh that looked as if it would contain a gun...but instead held her journal.

So was that was she wanted? The Ice Queen blinked a few time and stared at the girl before opening the palm of her hand...Winter focused, looking at her empty hand and calling upon the nothingness that radiated all around her...and as she did so one may notice an odd, dark purple aura slowly forming within her hand. Collecting energies of space and dark matter that existed everywhere, invisible to the naked eye. And as a sphere of Void-like energy would look almost like a crystal ball as it solidified within her hand...beautiful and radiant. Winter glanced up at the thief and quickly snapped her arm outward threw it at the floor right in front of her.

When the sphere made contact with the floor it would trigger combustion upon impact. Releasing a vibrant aura of energy that would act as a kinetic blast capable of damaging ones spiritual essence. The blast did not cause much psychical damage aside from sending everything within its proximity flailing back and into...whatever was close. In Scarletts case it would be the wall...

 

[NightSister]

It took the Witch Queen a moment to realise that it was her journal Scarlett was after, but once she did her reaction was instantaneous. Withing seconds she had gathered up matter from around the room into a glowing purple sphere that made Scarlett twitch with envy. And suddenly, just as Scarlett was admiring whatever magic had made the sphere and wondering how it was done, it came flying down towards her.

Scarlett didn't know what it would do, but she could guess, and without missing a beat she did a graceful Force-assisted cartwheel out of its reach. Landing light as a feather several feet away, she kept wielding her lightsaber in case the woman deciding to go for something more aggressive but with the other hand continued to pull at the journal. It was easier now that she had seen what it looked like and where it was, and so it was sailing through the air in moments.

Scarlett caught it deftly between two fingers, still on edge and waiting for the next attack. No doubt the sphere of energy was the least of it.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

"Hm..." Winter mused as the girl seemed to react rather quickly, preforming an acrobatic feat away from the large blast of telekinetic-like energy that would of at least thrown her off balance and made her landing sloppy...they were in a small room after all with plenty of furniture so the fact she could preform a full cartwheel in the first place was a feat Winter had only seen in street performers...perhaps this girl was with the galactic circus. And when the girl extended her hand once again and went for the journal Winter frowned deeply and slowly stood to her feet...the holster snapping open and her book flying to the younger force user...

And it was at that moment...nay that second The Queen reacted...while the book was still traveling through the air Winter focused the energy of The Force into her legs, cocked and ready to dart like pistons Winter called upon Speed of the Toocha, a Dathomir spell that imbued Winter with blindingly fast speed allowing them to accomplish extraordinary feats in a matter of seconds. And with that, she blasted forward quickly in a dash so instant the human eye would have trouble keeping track.

Before the girl knew it Winter closed the distance to the point where both of their chest met...the taller Ice Queen glaring down forbiddingly at the girl as their bodies touched. His ice could gaze would stare piercingly into [member="Scarlett Orion"] 's very soul as Winter attempted to slam her hand into the girls neck and grip her tightly...Winters free hand attempting to move to the side and grab the wrist that held the lightsabre and squeeze it out of her grip...the book would slam into The Ice Queens back and fall to the floor as the foreboding woman summoned her strength and pulled the girl upward by the neck...their bodies so close that kicking and squirming would only prove to hurt her more. And if Winters attempts were all successful she would simply sigh deeply.

"Petty thieves and petty tricks...tell me girl. Do you desire a petty death as well?" Winter would asked blankly...her expression unchanged since their encounter as her ice cold grip tightened around her neck. Winter would then, if the woman allowed. Twist and rotate, taking the girl and throwing her across the room and through the glass doors that led to the balcony. It would be best if they...took this outside.

 

[NightSister]

Scarlett blinked, and in that second the Ice Queen was pressed up right against her with a hand around her throat and the precious journal falling to the floor. Her grip tightened on the lightsaber the Queen was trying to wrench from her and Scarlett held firm eye contact with the woman as she stared down at her with the air of a ruler punishing a wrongdoer. In her mind, Scarlett was berating herself over and over for letting her ego overrule her common sense and cause her to take this job.

She blinked again. Twenty-three was a little too young for her hearing, already enhanced by Force power and spy training, to fade away, which meant that the Ice Queen had just called her a 'petty thief'. Clearly Scarlett's usual intimidating presence had no effect on the woman and Scarlett hated it. That she, the Viper, the deadly secret agent, had been reduced to being looked upon as a deranged circus runway by some overly smug witch.

Pride and anger fuelled her as the Queen moved to launch Scarlett across the room. She let the woman throw her - her iron grip was starting to hurt - but the moment she'd let go her feet slammed into the floor and she grounded herself easily.

"Now, do we really need to start discussing death?" Scarlett said with a deliberately patronising smile. "Why don't we talk about something else like, oh, I don't know, that journal of yours perhaps?"

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Those cold eyes remained steady on the circus girl as she was firmly planted into the floor across the room. Her expression remained distant and bleak...un-amused, uninterested...and very unmotivated to really do much else. And as the girl looked up at Winter and spoke The Queen found herself considering damaging her...but she did not dwell on it. Her eyes looked down at the journal on the floor and she sighed...leaning down and picking the book up, she stood her full height and unzipped most of the vest-like top...stuffing the book into the fabric of her top and zipping it back up.

"It's mine...thats all there is to it." Winter mused, glancing back at the news channel that continued running...letting herself become distracted for a moment before glaring back at [member="Scarlett Orion"] and narrowing her eyes.

She had a feeling this girl was not going to let up...she'd have to disable or wound her greatly in order to prevent the nuisance of a girl from annoying The Queen further than what she already had. That being said...Winter decided to play along with this little game of theirs. Getting into a stance similar to a boxer, she placed her hands up over her face and slowly advanced...a stance some might consider unusual for a Queen...even more so for a Witch...but Winter was no normal Queen was she?

And she was certainly no normal Witch.

"Come here girl...lets see what you can do."

 

[NightSister]

Was the witch offering a fight? Scarlett arched her eyebrows in confusion for just a moment. The bounty on the notebook was still there, and by now the Ice Queen had thoroughly irritated her, so if it was a fight the witch was offering then it was a fight that the witch would get.

Not bothering with the usual dueling etiquette, Scarlett didn't wait for [member="Queen Sovereign"] to go first and feinted to the side before sending a powerful pivoting kick towards her chest - right where the troublesome journal had just been stored. It wasn't a subtle attack, but Scarlett was strong enough to get away with brute force once in a while and her annoyance with her opponent certainly didn't help the matter. As a spy Scarlett knew that when stealth failed one had to rely on their ability to fight and so her perfectly executed kick was packed with strength.