Having been to Herezia on more than one occasion for recreation, Kitty already knew most of the city fairly well. She already knew which inns were the ones to avoid; the Ill Omen was not one of them. She made her way to the inn, which was not far from the main gates. She stopped briefly as a wave of dizziness came over her. Her brought one hand to her head, and put the other hand out to steady her. She knew what was coming. Kitty made haste to the inn and pushed the door open.
“Hello and welcome to The Inn of Ill Omen. How may I be of service?” said a polite young woman as Kitty entered the somewhat empty inn. She scanned the room and couldn’t find anything other than a few people enjoying a few drinks as they discussed their days. In the corner sat a man that looked like he lived in the corner with a tankard glued in his club-like hand. He was obviously inebriated as he swayed this way and that, all the while quietly mumbling nothing in particular to himself. Kitty made her way to the young woman.
“Pay them no mind, they’ll stumble home in an hour or two. Jenseric, well, we’re not sure what he does when he’s out of here, but it’s guaranteed that he won’t be gone long. He’s a harmless character and he largely keeps to himself.” Said the young woman as she waved them off. Kitty gazed at the woman briefly, which was all she needed. Kitty smiled at the other. “Now then, can I offer you a room?” she finished.
“That would be perfect. Just the simplest room you have, I’m only in need for a bed and nothing more.” Kitty told the young woman as she tried to fight back the dizziness that threatened to topple her. The effort was becoming too much for Kitty to deal with, which became pretty evident to anyone that cared to look.
“Are you ok, you don’t look too good.” Said the young woman obviously concerned for the well being of a customer.
“I’ll be fine. Can you just point me to the room?” Kitty said as she shook her head to try and rid herself of the haze that gathered at the edge of her vision.
“Certainly, we’ll deal with the bill later. Third floor, first door on the back wall.” Said the woman as she pointed towards the stairs. With a nod, Kitty started towards the stairs. She had no intention of not paying, she may be an assassin but she wasn’t a thief. The walk up the stairs seemed to get longer with each flight. If Kitty wasn’t feeling like she was, she would have bounded up the stairs and reached her room in no time. As always, this was something that couldn’t be predicted or, thus far, controlled.
After what seemed liked an age, Kitty finally made it to her door. She pushed the door open and entered. Falling back against the door, she fell into a state that seemed like she was claimed by unconsciousness. She was slumped in a heap in front of the door. Any attempt to open the door would prove useless.
A seemingly familiar setting absolved around Kitty, though there was a difference. Unlike Kitty’s dreams and nightmares, the scene was not clear. The buildings in the scene were coloured in vibrant colours that made her feel safe and the features were aesthetically pleasing. As she looked down towards the ground, the colours dimmed to become dark and sinister, with the features looking as if they were full of hatred. A dark and sinister man swaggered his way into view. Instinctively, Kitty tried to hide herself. She knew she wasn’t there, but she felt as if she was observing this person in real time. The dark man was obviously intoxicated, much like the man in the alleyway in Kirta. Kitty felt as if she was almost laughing at the thought of the man. The man swayed his way out onto the main streets, which became a mass of confusing images that drew Kitty’s attention away from the man momentarily. She forced herself back to the man, and allowed herself to lose the images of the main streets to a fine haze. A large stack of books stood out from the haze with great contrast. The man headed through the currently deserted streets towards the large stack of books. As the man approached the stack of books, they began to open. To Kitty’s surprise, the books began to swing open as if hinged on the far left hand side. Inside the stack of books shaped book stood rows upon rows of more books. Kitty felt as if she had a headache. She hoped she came out of this soon. Still she watched the man as she moved closer. Within seconds, she was standing in the great book of books. The man entered a section of books that looked so dark that no light could escape them. As she got closer, she noticed the book grow steadily lighter, save for one. The man reached for the book and promptly disappeared. Before Kitty had time to even think of reacting, the scene slipped away from her as if she was being dragged backwards; through the confusing and still hazy street, through the dark alleyway back to where she started.
Back in her room, Kitty sat up in bed with a start. She had no recollection of moving from in front of the door. She had no idea how much time had passed during her vision. Sweat beaded down her forehead. The sweat didn’t bother Kitty; she knew it was something that always happened in conjunction with her vision. She stood up with comparative ease. She felt as if she’d been asleep for hours. She checked herself over and realised she was still dressed, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a vision and ended up walking around afterwards completely naked. She let out a sigh of relief and left her room. She approached the balcony, which she had noticed on the way up. She didn’t even look over the balcony before she leapt over it towards the second floor. The rail fast approached and she found herself landing almost perfectly on its thin width. She looked to her right and saw a man that obviously had not expected to see her. She gave an embarrassed look and mouthed an apology. She dismounted the rail and decided to walk the rest of the way.
“I was about to send someone up to see how you were. You had some of us concerned.” Said the young women genuinely. Kitty couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“I thank you for your concern, but trust me when I say it isn’t necessary.” Kitty told the women reassuringly.
“But when you came in, you lo-“
“Trust me,” Kitty said cutting the women of as politely as she could, “it isn’t necessary. Now then, how long was I up there?” Kitty asked as these visions could seem like only a few seconds but could actually last hours, or they could just last seconds. On the other hand, they could seem to never end but merely last a few seconds.
“Oh, it has easily been a good twelve hours,” Explained the women, “but I’m glad you’re ok now. You seemed to have slept through it. Don’t you even think about paying for the room.” The women offered, though it sounded more like an order to Kitty’s ears. Kitty nodded her thanks and left the Ill Omen.
Outside, night had passed. The streets were as busy as she had remembered, maybe more so. It had been a long time since she had been to Herezia, so much could’ve changed. She would have to take a walk round the many districts to make sure she knew what had changed, and what had not. She just stood there for a few moments, thinking of where best she would find information on her target, Xar Unas. The Waterfront District would be a good place to start, seeing as most of the trade that happened within the city would go through there, and therefore most of the rumours. If memory served her well, the Waterfront District was just the other side of the Arena district, another area of interest for Kitty. For now, she would have to forego the Arena, as much as she wanted to watch a few fights and even take part. She searched her memory to try and remember the way. Without thinking, she began to walk towards some heavy looking wooden doors; similar to the ones that she came through when she entered Herezia. Once again, two guards flanked the doors.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Said one of the guards as they both opened the doors. Kitty nodded her thanks as she walked through the opened heavy doors. The scene before her was somewhat different from the one she had left. She stood within the Arena District, one of the hubs from which the other districts branch. In spite of being one of the hubs, the Arena District tend to be avoided unless there was to be a match, then you found it difficult to move. It wasn’t that the Arena District was undesirable, because it was home to some of the most beautiful gardens in the entire city, second only to the Arboretum. Behind her, flanking the doors stood another two guards. She had stood there for a while and thought it was best to say something to them.
“Excuse me, could you tell me the way to the Waterfront District?” She asked, forcing embarrassment into her voice.
“Certainly. The exit to the Waterfront District is on the other side of the stadium.” Said one of the guards.
“The exit is directly opposite this one.” Added the other guard. With that, Kitty smiled an embarrassed smile.
“Thanks.” She said as she turned round and skipped of. She wasn’t a fan of skipping, but she thought it would add to the illusion. When she got out of sight, she stopped skipping and carried on towards the appropriate exit.
After the doors were closed behind her, she was finally in the Waterfront District. So far, she had found her way here without incident. She had no bad feelings, which was always a good sign. The Waterfront District was very busy. Boats sat idle as their crews were loading and unloading stock and passengers disembarked. Crewmembers stood around chatting among themselves or arguing with port authority over trivial matters. There were several inns and taverns lining the solitary strip along the promenade. One of these had to be home to the information Kitty needed. She had no idea where to start, so she thought she would start with the nearest. She started to approach the nearest tavern, The Siren’s Song. As she did so, she got a strange feeling, a feeling like she was being watched. She made no attempt to seek out the source, nor did she give any indication that she knew. She continued her way to The Siren’s Song. As she grew nearer, the feeling did not abate, nor did it escalate. The feeling did not worry Kitty; she knew she could handle herself. If she couldn’t, there was always the seal. As she got nearer, still, to the door, she heard a hushed din from within, there were plenty of people in attendance. She opened the door to The Siren’s Song and the hushed din grew instantly into a dissonant roar as patrons were trying desperately to be heard by the bartenders and other patrons. This would be the perfect place for her to begin her search; she just had to know where to begin asking questions. Regretfully, investigation was not one of her strong points. She often preferred to go with her instincts. Unfortunately, her instincts were not telling her much and the feeling of being watched was still there, in spite of the fact that no one had entered behind her. Whoever was watching her, was in the crowded tavern. She started for the bar, drawing a few glances.
“Never seen a woman dressed as a cat before, boys?” She said as she wandered through the crowds. She pushed her way through the thick crowds nearer the bar; drawing yet more glances, this time of annoyance. The sound of a full tankard dropping to the floor close to her barely registered over the cacophonous din.
“That was my drink.” Said a burly man as he grabbed her arm. Kitty stopped dead, still facing the bar.
“I’m sorry,” She said as her gaze remained fixed on the bar, “I didn’t realise.”
“Yeah, well you’ll be getting me another drink if you know what’s good for you.” Said the man as his friends began to move out of the way, waiting for Kitty to either make a move towards the bar or an attempt to remove the man’s hand from her arm. She turned to face him with a smirk upon her face.
“You should keep a better hand on what is yours. You seem to have no problem doing so with something that is not yours.” She said as she glanced at the offending hand upon her arm.
“Why you-“ Said the man as he swung his arm round to slap Kitty. Before his attack could meet his mark, Kitty used the tensed offending arm to steady herself as she ran up the man’s front before kicking him in the face, forcing him to release his grip as well as sending him stumbling backwards. She landed gracefully in the tightening space where the man had just stood as his friends were closing in on her. The man crashed through the crowd, knocking drinks and patrons to the floor, before he was bumped another man about the same size as him. The man turned and immediately punched the other in the face. Within moments, the other patrons saw this as a sign that a bar-brawl was on the agenda. Chaos ensued as they started laying into each other without a single care as to why. The men that were surrounding Kitty started for her, almost in twos. Without standing upright, she swept her leg round, knocking the first one to the floor. She flipped backwards as another swung for her head. Her foot connected with his as she up righted herself in a handstand. The man fell backwards to the floor. Two more advanced on the upside-down Kitty before she had even steadied herself. They were quick, but Kitty was quicker. As the two approached from behind, which in her current position was in front, she extend her legs, kicking them both in the midriff. As she connected with them, she pushed herself off, forcing herself into a roll. She righted herself in the face of one of the final of her attackers. A look of surprise sprung to his face as she hissed her feline hiss. She grabbed his ‘jewels’ with her claw-gloved hand and dug the claws in. She thought about kissing him, but he did not deserve that. The sound of a bottle smashing behind her drew her attention away from the man whose member she held, like a hostage in a no win situation. She turned in time to see the man that accosted to begin with slump in a heap on the floor, bleeding from a wound to the head where the bottle had smashed against his head. She let go of the man, who fell to the floor into the foetal position, and started looking for the person who through the bottle. There, a familiar looking man was looking in her direction. He saw her looking at him and promptly turned towards the door. The moment he turned to face the door, Kitty started towards the door. Unfortunately, the patrons-come-fighters had moved around so much that there was no longer a clear run to the exit. Fortunately, Kitty had a few tricks up her sleeve. She ran in the general direction of the door, in pursuit of the mysterious man. Just ahead of her, patrons were still fighting. With no time to think of an alternate route to the door, she jumped onto the back of the nearest patron and then immediately forward. Knowing that her momentum would bring her down in the middle of the fighting, she immediately grabbed her whip and cracked it towards a crossbeam nearer the door, as it wound itself round the crossbeam, she pulled it tight, awarding herself with a bit more airtime to get herself over the tangle of flailing bodies beneath her. She flicked her wrist, unwrapping the whip from the crossbeam. With a further flick of her wrist, she gathered up her whip as she made her way quickly out of The Siren’s Song.