Sun Worship and Stone Alters
A/N: This is a AU fanwork. Carciphona and its characters belong to Shilin Huang
Sun Worship and Stone Altars
Summary: The moment Blackbird woke up she knew something completely unnecessary was going to happen. She just wished her gut feeling wasn’t so accurate all the damn time.
Blackbird always took great pride in the fact that she had an absolute perfect record.
Marksmanship: never missed a shot. Mission success rate: as high as the sun itself. Collateral damage: nearly unheard of.
She trusted her instincts after all, and sometimes hard work could only be made pinnacle when coupled with raw natural talent, quick thinking, and a keen eye for spotting trouble. So the moment she saw one of her senior blood-brothers halfway asleep and casually waving to her in front of the public park water fountain she knew something was off.
Brother Thai-guuhr was a man known for many things, his peculiar habits and unorthodox methods being the most famous, but having the capability of waking up early in the morning (an hour after sunrise, no less) was not on the list. If anything, his tendency of getting into risky and completely outrageous adventures—such as the whole accidently hijacking a coastguard ship situation occurring last year – was more reliable than his circadian rhythm.
“Hey little bird.” He sounded as enthusiastic as she felt, glancing over his aviators lackadaisically.
Blackbird gave out a short yawn, jabbing his ribs with her fist once she managed to swerve her scuffling to beeline past him. If she had given him a stronger punch, she would’ve been watching him topple into the water at the moment.
That would’ve defiantly brightened her morning. Considerably—by a large margin.
“Hey assface.” Blackbird volleyed, not bothering to look back to see that he had fallen in step with her slow stroll until he playfully shoulder checked her. Rolling her eyes, she pushed back momentarily; more focused on attempting to enjoy finishing the half-eaten convent-store bought chocolate donut and scalding green tea—which was honestly far too bitter to have any redeemable qualities whatsoever.
Haphazardly she swept her cup around, motioning to the sky and not caring if she was spraying him. “What’s goin’ on over here?” As if the universe wanted to emphasize her point a particularly low flying news helicopter casted overhead, sirens blaring off in the distance.
“A lot of things, apparently.” He nonchalantly replied, shrugging as he glimpsed at the rising billows of smoke.
They might’ve been talking about the weather, for all it seemed.
Aside from the fact that a majority of the downtown area seemed lit on fire and that the city’s southeast district, which was always known for its usual nightlife bustle, was completely deserted; they just might’ve been.
