Matsu Xiangu
The Haruspex
Even on a planet like Corvani, an Inner Rim planet home to plenty of the rich and famous, there was a certain amount of filth in the streets. Even Coruscant had its mysterious oceans deep underneath the planet filled with the refuse of dirty lives a few floors up and beyond.
For all intents and purposes, Matsu was normal. Living far from where most of the garbage collected, she was not the girl that parents warned their children away from, that shopkeepers refused to slip a sweet to for fear she’d come around more often. The little Atrisian had perfected grace and childish charm early on, and her parents were well known on their section of the city. She spent most of her days terrorizing the alleys with Kesare though never in the way they would become known for later in life.
But sometimes she went down to the gutters by herself, or with Kesare in pursuit of something for herself. A thousand-thousand things found their way down to the bottom of Corvani – trash, rotting food, lost treasures…and dead things. It was the last that Matsu was primarily interested, pulling the corpses of animals out of the dirt-water and selecting those intact enough or large enough to provide her the best experimentation. She liked to cut them open and discover their insides, follow the lines of organs between one another to figure out how things worked in a way reading only gave her the fundamentals of. She almost always had peace down there to do as she pleased, arranging pieces of carefully cut intestine at her side before going in for more.
Every once in a while someone her age would come down the run-off, following the path of all lost things or simply looking for somewhere to escape. They would come across Matsu and stop, stare, war with a natural instinct to fight her for her abomination or flee. They always left when she turned her head and looked at them, waving a hand over her masterpiece as if to invite them closer – look, do you see? How beautiful!
[SIZE=14pt]Naboo[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Late Afternoon[/SIZE]
In a lot of ways she didn’t recognize that little girl anymore, but the Atrisian that strode towards the entrance to Nastass-Tech still played the part of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. These days her visibility made that intermittently difficult, but most of the time she was very…very good at it. Her contacts in the Coruscant Rotary Club had afforded her the codes to slip through Omega guard over the planet easily enough, her personal stealth cruiser, the Shibito, breaching atmosphere and guiding her over the opulent planet of Naboo.
Despite the dangerous ground on which she was treading, she strode in to the offices of NastassTech with confidence, accompanied by the clicking of her impossibly high heels that disappeared in to fitted slacks. She looked every bit the part because she was (even if she’d left the corpses in the sewer behind for the ones she pulled off battlefields or killed herself).
“Excuse me ma’am – do you have an appointment?”
A cute Twi’lek woman (nice touch, Nastassia…) sat primly behind the desk, looking expectantly at the stranger.
“No,” she answered in her characteristic smooth, cool tone. “But please tell Ms. Nastassia an old friend is here, and that said friend would hate to have to crush another speeder to get a meeting.” Matsu sat herself in one of the plush chairs dotting the lobby, crossing her legs primly and picking up one of the spare holomagazines tossed on the coffee table. Not a care in the world.
For all intents and purposes, Matsu was normal. Living far from where most of the garbage collected, she was not the girl that parents warned their children away from, that shopkeepers refused to slip a sweet to for fear she’d come around more often. The little Atrisian had perfected grace and childish charm early on, and her parents were well known on their section of the city. She spent most of her days terrorizing the alleys with Kesare though never in the way they would become known for later in life.
But sometimes she went down to the gutters by herself, or with Kesare in pursuit of something for herself. A thousand-thousand things found their way down to the bottom of Corvani – trash, rotting food, lost treasures…and dead things. It was the last that Matsu was primarily interested, pulling the corpses of animals out of the dirt-water and selecting those intact enough or large enough to provide her the best experimentation. She liked to cut them open and discover their insides, follow the lines of organs between one another to figure out how things worked in a way reading only gave her the fundamentals of. She almost always had peace down there to do as she pleased, arranging pieces of carefully cut intestine at her side before going in for more.
Every once in a while someone her age would come down the run-off, following the path of all lost things or simply looking for somewhere to escape. They would come across Matsu and stop, stare, war with a natural instinct to fight her for her abomination or flee. They always left when she turned her head and looked at them, waving a hand over her masterpiece as if to invite them closer – look, do you see? How beautiful!
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[SIZE=14pt]Naboo[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Late Afternoon[/SIZE]
In a lot of ways she didn’t recognize that little girl anymore, but the Atrisian that strode towards the entrance to Nastass-Tech still played the part of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. These days her visibility made that intermittently difficult, but most of the time she was very…very good at it. Her contacts in the Coruscant Rotary Club had afforded her the codes to slip through Omega guard over the planet easily enough, her personal stealth cruiser, the Shibito, breaching atmosphere and guiding her over the opulent planet of Naboo.
Despite the dangerous ground on which she was treading, she strode in to the offices of NastassTech with confidence, accompanied by the clicking of her impossibly high heels that disappeared in to fitted slacks. She looked every bit the part because she was (even if she’d left the corpses in the sewer behind for the ones she pulled off battlefields or killed herself).
“Excuse me ma’am – do you have an appointment?”
A cute Twi’lek woman (nice touch, Nastassia…) sat primly behind the desk, looking expectantly at the stranger.
“No,” she answered in her characteristic smooth, cool tone. “But please tell Ms. Nastassia an old friend is here, and that said friend would hate to have to crush another speeder to get a meeting.” Matsu sat herself in one of the plush chairs dotting the lobby, crossing her legs primly and picking up one of the spare holomagazines tossed on the coffee table. Not a care in the world.
[member="Xenia Nastassia"]