Abigail stood on the border, approaching just outside what used to be Venezuela's Gate of Appeal, and waited for Ivana.
The bridge, reportedly destroyed when the country's leadership changed hands, remained in disrepair. "It looks like they haven't even begun to repair it," she thought aloud, the abandoned site conjuring feelings of pure isolation, loneliness. But even more off-putting than the still-gone bridge...Why was there no one guarding the area?
A sharp immaterial spike punctured her mind as she neared, forcing her to a halt. The icy resonance of death chilled her spine, causing her bones to shiver, a tremor which reverberated through her muscles and every facet of her being, physical and nonphysical alike. What she felt or how she felt it she couldn't ascertain, but, as pieces of her self clung together in haphazard adjustment to the environment, she became certain of one thing at least.
This area is toxic.
Outside, looking in...She never lost the sense that she still had work to do within the country. She could've gotten in anyway. Multiple contacts within the country, even believing her human, held a soft spot and loyalty for the work she put in "before anyone else gave a damn." She'd done it before; she could probably do it again, but it was always a risk. One which would've been superfluous and unnecessarily dangerous with their circumstances. For now, however, that border represented the Gates of Troy; she would enter and finish what she started, but only after extensive planning and gathering of resources could she hope to succeed.
For now, she fell back, daring not risk retaliation for her cover as an X-gene–free human being within the borders or discovery of the truth hidden her entire life. Unaware, still, that the Shogun had previously harboured suspicions.
The two had most recently met in a courtyard within Abby's own domain, and while an alliance came of it, to describe the relationship as turbulent would be less than a trivialisation. Something, or nothing at all, set off an anger reaction in the Shogun, and the new Raysh al Shaytan responded in turn. But even before then Abigail was plagued by feelings of ambivalence; an ill-suited curious sympathy mixed with a sense of revulsion at the "psychopathic bitch."
But after an unusually vivid, foreboding dream, she drafted a letter in the spirit of truce and sent it out. Location, date and time specified. There she showed, slightly early, and there she stood.
This is where it happened. This is where she stormed with her Orochi - with Alyssa - and took the country. "With a knife throw," they say.
Ridiculous. Some rumours get way too absurd, way too big way too fast.
However she did it, she didn't do it well enough to keep Alyssa from...
She caught herself and forced it to stop. No use getting riled up before they even came face to face. There would be enough of that after. And hopefully only in the immediate after...At least, until the time came to resume their regular relationship activities.
Abigail stood on the Venezuelan border, at the site of what used to be the Bridge of Appeal, and she waited for Ivana.