#daud01

"Come in, before it rains."

the sky is darkening, rain will soon come. Which would explain why most of his usual customers were not here, leaving the small restaurant empty and bereft of anyone. Mo Bufu, the previous one under heaven chef could not afford to be picky, but honestly...

At his age, should he be retired?

"I''ll make some tea."

Delilah has been fiddling with the device she woke up with on and off. It’s peculiar, but she thinks she’s been getting the hang of it. She’s found the contacts, apparently a list of individuals that one can send a kind of letter to or call.

She doesn’t recognize most of the names as she idly scrolls, wandering down the streets of Crises--back towards the Palilicium--as she does. She’s figured out multitasking in such a way too. But she comes to a halt at one name. She feels a sneer tug at her lips, a burn of deep hatred. Daud. Killer of the Empress, marked by the Outsider, the pathetic bastard who trapped her--

Calm now, Delilah. Where is that function for letter writing? She starts to walk again. Faster, more intently, eyes fixed on her phone.

TO: Daud FROM: Delilah Copperspoon

[msg] Daud. So terribly bold of you to have your name out there in this peculiar device. I suppose you thought you were safe? You were wrong. [msg] I will burn you, Daud. I will sink my hands into your ribs and tear out your heart. [msg] I will grow thorny vines within you and watch them tear you apart from the inside. [msg] Yhf

Her shoulder smacks into someone else’s and her finger slips. As she stumbles, she whirls on the new target of her wrath. “Watch--” And then she lays eyes on him. Daud. She stares at him for a moment, phone clutched tight in her hand. The next word comes out more in a snarl than anything else.

Lizzy kept getting drawn back to Crises.  Not permanently, because she still did have to return to Tranquility to sleep.  But something did keep drawing her back.  Whether it was the familiarity, the danger in the air, or the sick pleasures you found if you looked in the right alleys.  Something kept drawing her back.  This time it was business.  She’d browsed her contacts earlier and spotted Daud’s name.  Her relationship with the infamous killer for hire wasn’t exactly friendly... but it wasn’t adversarial either.  Transactional, was the word.  They’d not spoken since Lizzy saw him past the blockades.  And even then it had been business, through and through.  Daud had been on a bloody mission and Lizzy had just been glad to point him in the direction of that mutinous idiot, Edgar. 

So to say she had some trepidation about hunting down one of the two most dangerous men in Dunwall was an understatement.  Still, there was no way in hell she was going to willingly contact Attano or, even worse, Kaldwin.  No career criminal with a lick of sense or self-preservation was going to willingly get in contact with an agent of the throne (or the bloody throne itself).  And so she’d found herself searching all across Crises to agonizingly little result.  No matter of roughing up locals got her any worthwhile information.  In retrospect she wasn’t sure why she thought she would.  Daud had been impossible to find in Dunwall.  Hell, he’d found her.  In Coldridge, no less.

After wasting an hour or two by stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, she planted her ass on the steps leading up to a massive stone building.  Some residential unit, her phone’s map told her.  Her hand was already drawing that whetstone out of her pocket when her fingers brushed the phone itself and she cursed her thoughtlessness.  The damn phone.  If she had one, so should Daud.  Pulling it out instead, she pulled up his contact information and hit the little picture that started the phone call.  A dial tone played on repeat for a few seconds before a neutral sounding voice answered.  Lizzy, not familiar with the concept of an answering machine, assumed it was a real live person answering the phone for Daud.  The voice ended their sentence by asking Lizzy to leave a message.

“I don’t need to leave a message.  Just tell Daud to get up, quit fuckin’ with whatever knife he has in his hands, and put his ass on the phone.”  A long beep sounded out, then there was silence.  Lizzy held the phone up close to her face, smacking it a few times.  “Hello?  Hello?”  No answer.  Dick had hung up on her.  “Asshole.”