The rain was torrential as always, no more foreboding despite her grim task but she somehow felt that it was speaking to her, anyways. The rain, she thought, was communicating with her. It had seemed to tell her this morning that this was the perfect opportunity to take care of the claw corpses. So she had moved with a fevered energy. It brought her here, to the alleyway where a series of traitors had staged an assault, a small attempt of a coup. She looked at their bodies and felt a twisting in her gut but it wasn't anything beyond disgust at their betrayal. She knew that was true because the rain echoed off of the buildings surrounding her and said as much. She kicked at the leg of the one closest to her. It was heavy, perhaps moreso from the unforgiving rain than their death. It was like the rain had replaced the weight of their soul that had left, but by tenfold. The rain was heavy, constant, unforgiving. She rested a hand on her eyepatch and closed her other eye, thanking the Prophecy for leading her to this point where she could serve dutifully. And then she got to work. She bent over and grabbed the leg of the body without much emotion. Though, she grunted with the effort of dragging it from the alley and onto a sheet. She repeated the motions on the next body. Her mind tried to formulate thoughts about her actions, some kind of internal dialogue, but her thoughts were drowned out by the rain. The rain roared in her eyes as she got the second body onto the sheet. The insurgents were heavy and cut up and bruised. The third one, she realized as she grabbed his leg, had a strange burn mark up his neck that must have been from lightning. It gave her a strange tinge in her throat, like she almost recognized the marking, but her mind quickly emptied again. She stacked the last body on the sheet and patted her hands in the air, though there was nothing to dust off. The sheet had been a dirty white but now it was stained red. The red was running off because of the rain but it would never be what it was.
Her gloves were stained with blood and rain as always and they felt no heavier for it. She tied the ends of the sheets together so she could drag the sack easier. Or rather, have her ameonna do it. She tilted her head up, felt the rain fall on her face and mouthed the words that brought the ameonna to her side. The rain yokai didn't need further instruction and knew instinctively what it was summoned for. It bent over and held the sheet knot, picking it up and hefting it over its shoulder, though it adjusting the grasp to hold it with two hands by her shoulders like a backpack. The two of them moved throughout the Rain silently. The trek through the tall metal buildings was a silent one except for the rains that whispered to Honoka and promised her grand things if she continued to be obedient. She was pleased by the words, validated by them, though she tried not to feel too prideful because that would certainly lead to a quick and future failure. The tall metal towers had long since passed the two by, and they found themselves before a large hole in the ground. It was filled with bodies upon bodies. It would have been distressing to think about how many people had tried to fight against Satoshi and the ministers and the power of the Rain, but the thought was hardly formed before it was dispersed by the torrential rains. Honoka gestured with her chin and the ameonna threw the sack filled with insurgent bodies into the pit. The bodies were not significant against the mountain of cadavers. They were not significant because they tried, fruitlessly, to resist the Prophecy. It was a fool's errand, and it led them all to this mass grave without fail. Without another partial thought on the subject, Honoka turned on her heels to return home. The ameonna was dismissed with a wave of her hand. She felt drenched in the rain but it felt good, comforting. It was heavy but she didn't feel like a body. And the rain was still flooding her mind with praise.
[ Insurgent Clean-Up | B Rank | (2,000 RYO & 1,000 XP ) ]
