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"Here you go, Auntie Nodoka," Kasumi said idly to Nodoka, handing her a cup of tea.
The woman shakily gripped the cup and pulled it to her lips.
"A Miss Satomi told you about this place, Kasumi-chan?" Nodoka asked.
Kasumi paused and then sat down across from Nodoka carefully.
"Yes, she did," Kasumi said. "I believe the same woman is the one who had it stocked up like this."
"This feels like a holy place," Nodoka said with a frown as she looked about at the people and items in the cavern.
"Ranma said it should protect people against hostile forces," Kasumi said, basically implying that Ranma had agreed.
"What sort of woman is this Satomi, and what are her children like?" the older woman asked, wincing as the pain in her body continued to grow.
"I have not spoken to your...daughter often," Kasumi said. "If you had come to Kurumi's funeral you could have seen them for yourself. Naiki was a bit reckless, but Eija seemed quite polite and formal. I'm sorry to say that his son seemed a bit...distant."
"She has a son?" Nodoka asked, interested.
"What makes that more significant than her daughters?" Kasumi asked in a polite but cool tone.
Nodoka leaned back and frowned.
"Perhaps there is nothing," she admitted reluctantly.
The older woman glanced across toward the Egyptian woman.
"That happened to Ranma," she whispered.
Kasumi looked at her hands and the tea kettle she held there and the small assortment of tea packets she had. She held that appearance for a long moment before sighing and looking back toward Nodoka.
"Yes," Kasumi said quietly. "I believe so. There were two others, but they are dead now."
"Is this so?" Nodoka asked.
"Kurumi died killing Hecate," Kasumi said. "And Eija Satomi sealed that woman's spirit. Naiki Satomi helped kill both Hecate and Poseidon."
"Her children are avenging her," Nodoka noted proudly.
"That wasn't what Ranma wanted," Kasumi said quietly. "I believe she merely wished that her children could defend themselves better than she had been able to."
"You mean she didn't encourage this?" Nodoka asked, surprised. "Death is lighter than a feather..."
"Auntie Nodoka," Kasumi said, "I know the proverb. But it is the duty of a mother to protect her children, not ask them to settle her problems."
Nodoka winced and Kasumi took a breath, starting to sit up and move on to handle other errands.
"I spoke to her," Nodoka said quietly, stopping Kasumi.
"When?" the gentle woman asked.
"After it happened," Nodoka said. "I encouraged her to satisfy honor."
"Nabiki went looking for her," Kasumi said in an outwardly mild manner. "Starting with talking to you."
"I am aware of this," Nodoka said.
Kasumi took another long breath, anger clear under her mild demeanor as she stood up.
"I have a food situation to attend to," the younger woman noted. "I shall be back later."
Bystander - Shake Ups
In general, there were usually three reasons that Lu ended up being driven somewhere. The most common was that she’d been having a bad day and no one wanted her finding something alcoholic to drink. The second was when Lu decided to be lazy and instead of outright breaking contact from her watchers, simply walked up to them and asked if they could keep things simple. The third was for health reasons and usually occurred in the summer, like now.
Lucretia was sitting next to her, stubbornly wearing a full-length, high-necked and long-sleeved dress as normal for her. This particular day it was a tight-fitting Native American themed dress with hair styled to match, save the two braided forelocks which never seemed to leave any of Lu’s outfits.
Robles seriously doubted that any of the North American tribes ever actually wore something so indecently form-fitting, however. The mercenary had only really researched her own Hispanic heritage, however, so she couldn’t be sure. Still, it was amazing how casually Lucretia could ooze sexual potential without showing more skin than her face and the back of her hand.
Underneath the outfit, Lu looked miserable. Every fan in the car that could conceivably be pointed at her was and the air-conditioner was running full blast, so a lot of the physical problems were less than apparent, but that would change if the silver-haired woman opened the car window.
That agelessly youthful face would turn flush and begin to scorch in the heat that was dangerous even for some normal people, much less someone with Lucretia’s rarified conditions. Heat exhaustion would roll over her in minutes with heat stroke not far behind. Severe exposure damage was possible in less than two hours.
“Want to get some ice-cream?” Robles asked, knowing that was one of Lu’s answers to hot weather.
“I’m just going to go home, read a book and sleep in the freezer,” Lucretia muttered. The girl already had a book, actually, a history of OPEC, of all things. The sergeant noticed that Lu had started reading the same page for the third time, or at least the third time that she noticed.
“Bad day?” the mercenary asked, not commenting on Lu’s reading difficulties.
“Elders wants me to help some researcher coming into town this fall,” Lu said.
“Sounds like you’re moving up in the world,” Robles said encouragingly.
“Some sort of folklorist,” Lucretia said, rolling her eyes and Robles understood immediately.
“So you’re going to be researching religions and superstitions then,” Genevive asked with a slight teasing voice.
Genevive was treated to a muttering string of Japanese and French profanities as Lucretia answered the joke with her thoughts.
“Biggest pile of bull anybody’s ever laid down on paper,” Lucretia said harshly. “That’s probably where it came from, some poet wiped his ass with a sheet of paper then looked at what was there and said ‘look at the magic words’ or some crap like that.”
Robles didn’t push any harder, Lucretia’s hostility toward any matter of faith or the supernatural was one thing the ex-con didn’t joke about.
The mercenary was about to apologize for bringing it up when her termite started veering to the right despite how she steered it. That didn’t make sense given the traction six wheels usually gave her, especially not just after having shelled out a hefty sum to have some maintenance done. She was still following a mental checklist when she noticed that her car was not the only one skidding erratically.
“What the fucking hell?” Lucretia asked.
“Earthquake,” Robles said quickly. “Hang-on.”
Read the rest here: Bystander
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