Blake sighed as he listened to various opinions being thrown around, some more agreeable and one less so concerning his proposition. It seemed that at this point it was too uncertain to determine a course of action as their information about the enemy was somewhat vague, they had a start, but the rest was going to be a lot harder than he imagined. When he was operating as an assassin he certainly did not have the problem of having someone throwing their opinion in his face and if they did then they had not yet seen his blade reaching for their arteries.
"In anycase" Blake interrupted the argument with a chilling tone as he grew weary of their sudden quarreling. "We have to find and contact Cromwell`s underlings, Noah and Fuchsia will meet with this man, pry any information they can and we set up a meeting.
As you said, the meeting might be attended by one of Cromwell`s underlings and we would have to squeeze the information out of him. That is a risk I am willing to take, these slime`s that Cromwell employs aren`t some fanatically loyal mobsters, who pride themselves of loyalty. They are dealers, mercs, opportunists who only care about saving their own hides. Kill a few as a demonstration and the rest will start talking soon enough, trust me, I have dealt with enough of their kind."
Blake spoke with in calm and patient way trying to prevent another eruption of anger, a fact that was ever more likely once the clown opened the widening gap he had for a mouth.
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It's always yap yap yap yap yap with this guy... she rolled her eyes in a frustrated manner whenever the clown opened his mouth. Honestly, all she wanted to do now was get out of this silly meeting; alas, she was very likely to be ignored and to be doomed to listen to their - specifically, only the clown's - incessant whining.
However, there was hardly much to listen to at this current point; they all had the basic idea, they were just arguing over how to go through with it. "Sounds good enough to me, fellas..." she yawned, casually leaning back on her chair. "Now, can we hurry up and settle this? I think I hear a rooster crowing..."
She lamely tried to lighten the mood from the topic at hand, and lean it more towards the topic of, wouldn't you know it, sleep.
However, there was hardly much to listen to at this current point; they all had the basic idea, they were just arguing over how to go through with it. "Sounds good enough to me, fellas..." she yawned, casually leaning back on her chair. "Now, can we hurry up and settle this? I think I hear a rooster crowing..."
She lamely tried to lighten the mood from the topic at hand, and lean it more towards the topic of, wouldn't you know it, sleep.
"She's right...this was enough for the day and...we dont want to rush things, do we?" Noah asked as he chuckled softly "I echo that" Roxanne said as she streched her arms lazily.
Blake sighed deep and crossed his hands behind his neck as there was an abrupt suggestion to stop planning for their first move, but then again he would need to do a few things before they procceeded with their plans.
"Fine by me... we will continue tommorrow around midday..."
Blake agreed and setting up a time table as they couldn`t simply say that they would continue this some other, non specified time as they had no way of contacting one another, if they split. He sprang up from his chair and took a few steps towards the exit as he had another place to visit. He did not even gaze behind as he left, forgetting completely about the money all tough he expected that one of his new `comrades` would take care of it.
He had other things to worry about at the moment and money was the least of them, reporting to his family was always a pain.
"Fine by me... we will continue tommorrow around midday..."
Blake agreed and setting up a time table as they couldn`t simply say that they would continue this some other, non specified time as they had no way of contacting one another, if they split. He sprang up from his chair and took a few steps towards the exit as he had another place to visit. He did not even gaze behind as he left, forgetting completely about the money all tough he expected that one of his new `comrades` would take care of it.
He had other things to worry about at the moment and money was the least of them, reporting to his family was always a pain.
"Rest well, fellas," she said, lacking any energy, and rose from her seat, heading off to do her own work. A few hours of sleep wouldn't be bad, she knew, but part of her was struggling against a stubborn part of herself that wanted to go off and get all the glory for herself.
That part which had cost her her precious right arm.
She had to re-learn life again with her left arm again because of her own foolishness, but despite being much more calm a person, part of that old flame still burned in her heart that screamed she didn't want or need help, that she could do things for herself, and do them right. Not to mention that she was a glory hound, and would rather gain all the reputation for herself.
But, then again... she did want her mother's life's work to rise from the ashes instead of sink lower into the decadent world. So, if she did try and go on by herself, she'd go on for the family, not for her. But, should she go by herself? She should wait for the others, but... to confide in those people.
Most of Nathaniel's more succesful missions were when she was alone.
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That part which had cost her her precious right arm.
She had to re-learn life again with her left arm again because of her own foolishness, but despite being much more calm a person, part of that old flame still burned in her heart that screamed she didn't want or need help, that she could do things for herself, and do them right. Not to mention that she was a glory hound, and would rather gain all the reputation for herself.
But, then again... she did want her mother's life's work to rise from the ashes instead of sink lower into the decadent world. So, if she did try and go on by herself, she'd go on for the family, not for her. But, should she go by herself? She should wait for the others, but... to confide in those people.
Most of Nathaniel's more succesful missions were when she was alone.
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Roxanne walked toward the case of money, Noah looked at her curiously and then in awe as she closed the case "Wow...I'm proud" He said teasingly, she just smirked evilly "We cant steal from our...comrades...can we?" She said innocently as she grabbed her bag "Let's go...we have things to take care of" Roxanne said walking toward the exit, Noah snickered softly and followed.
Roxanne walked toward the case of money, Noah looked at her curiously and then in awe as she closed the case "Wow...I'm proud" He said teasingly, she just smirked evilly "We cant steal from our...comrades...can we?" She said innocently as she grabbed her bag "Let's go...we have things to take care of" Roxanne said walking toward the exit, Noah snickered softly and followed.
The estate had not changed since he last visited it almost two years ago, in fact it had not changed from the days of his childhood nor his first arrival as a babe. The buildin, which his family inhabbited was cold, distant, gloomy, but majestic in it`s own dark way. Family would have been the wrong word to express the sick and demented truth that lay underneath this bleak athmosphere, in truth they were a clan, of assassins no less. Many of them were not even connected by blood, occasionally they shared common parents, but Blake had never experienced such comfort and in such a world even your own blood was not to be trusted.
As always a pair of guards stood by the gates and were immidiately alarmed by the ruffy looking stranger that approached them, at first they began to move towards him with their weapons ready, but were fazed as the stranger flashed a signet ring on his right index finger. The guards froze for a split second before curtiosly clearing the way and letting Blake beyond the gate, onto the estate premises. Blake gazed at the yard around him quietly, a few of the inhabbitants were outside and they shared his gloomy gazed as he entered the main house. The door squaked as he entered, signifying a servant of a guest or an arriving family member.
A servant, somewhat older man, came almost running to the door yet stopped to examine the arrivals filthy appearance with a degree of caution. However after a moment of surveying the stranger the man suddenly made a sharp bow as, if embaraced by the fact that he had not recognized a member of the family. Blake remained silent throughtout the whole awkward situation, looking around the well decorated main hall and the long corridors that split away from it. As the servant began speaking, Blake turned his full attention towards him.
"Young master Biagio, forgive me, I did not recognize you due to your.... choice of cloth. Master Vicante is expecting you in the living room, but for the sake of dignity I would suggest that you tidy your appearance a bit before appearing in front of him." The servant suggest with a polite tone, knowing how the rest of th
"Inform him that I will be down shortly."
Biagio informed the servant with a calm tone and began to ascend the stairs in the main hall towards his own room. As always it was a charade, to the outside the family appeared clean and decent as, if they were nobility of sorts. A perfect cover for the bloody secrets that lay beneath their respectable image. Biagio did not despise his family for it, after all it was a necessity, as assassins secrecy was required for them to continue operating within the city. The few outsiders that knew his family`s secrets were certainly not foolish enough to blurt them out, spreading such knowledge often proved to be lethal to those who could not hold their tongues. Biagio walked along the dark red coloured corridor until he arrived to his room, upon entering he tossed his worn jacket aside and sat on his clean sheated bed. He gazed at clothes reserved for him laying upon his bed, it sure was nice to be wealthy and have servants running about making everything ready.
Even if it was for the sake of appearances.
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Biagio pushed the living room doors wide open and eyed everyone currently occupying the room, his grandfather, two `brothers` and a sister of his. Compared to the trio, who all shared black hair and tidy clothing, Biagio stood as an exception. Certainly he appeared more civil after a shower, having gathered all of his hair into a ponytail that now barely reached his shoulders and a change of clothes. He wore black pants, a pair of brown leather shoes, a white collar shirt, a red tie that was a bit loose on purpose and a black vest, which he had left open. The old man besides the window gazed at Biagio, who made a slight bow towards the grandmaster of the assassins and received a nod as sign that his arrival was noted. Biagio felt three pair of eyes directing their chilling stares at him as he had apparently interrupted a conversation that they had been having.
"Durante, Lucrezia, Salvatore." The grandmaster adressed each of the trio at a time to turn their attention towards him, away from the arrival. "You know what to do, I leave the rest of the details to you, prove that you are worthy of that trust."
His words were cut by the sound of Biagio`s heel`s hitting a table`s surface as he had taken a seat some feet away from the grandmaster. The trio each made a customary bow and left the room, each at their own phase, the eldest Durante delayed to throw a threatening gaze at Biagio, Lucrezia followed suit, but with an amused smirk on her face and Salvatore simply remained emotionless as he closed the doors behind them. An eerie silence crept into the room as Biagio leaned back in his chair, making his position more comfortable.
"It was Barrow`s was it not?" The old man inquired after a moment of thought, but staring outside from the window before him.
"Just like you deduced, it would appear the hound is still loyal to the hand that fed it." Biagio said with boredom reflected on his face. "Oh and there was a rather unsawory lady, who stormed in throwing all kinds of threats and accusations. Minerva Black and her Vipers took the courtesy of informing us of what might happen. If you ask me, she`s all talk with things as they are. A dog without a bite, but her bark left room for improvement as well." Biagio said with a hint of amusement at his own witty remark.
"I see, I need not know the details nor should anyone else, but if something does come up you will report directly to me as soon as possible.... what about the one`s you are to accompany?.... are they going to cause trouble?"
Grandmaster continued his inquiry after weighing Biagio`s words and their meaning, he already knew Barrows was on the move, but acting on his own or under someone elses orders, he had not known. The name Falco was feared even by the grandmaster and he was glad that he had been able to place someone to keep an eye on Barrows or whomever was about to carry out his dirty work.
"Henchmen, that is what they are, thieves, gangsters and an assassin besides myself. I would not fret over them too much, they are no doubt acting under their superiors orders just like I am." Biagio said with a flat tone as he thought about everyone else on the team, knowing that each of them had their own agendas, others wanted power and others were simply in it for the money.
"An assassin? What`s this persons name? Describe." The Grandmaster asked, seemingly a bit disturbed as he had immense knowledge about every assassin network within the city.
"Nathaniel Vera was it?.... happens to be missing a right arm... doesn`t speak very much on her competence and there was something quite odd about him... not that I`d normally care, but he seemed a little off..." Biagio muttered as he was quite unsure what to make of these questions. He leaned forwards in his chair and smirked as he had come to a wild conclusion of what the Grandmaster was worrying over.
"You think someone`s trying to sabotage this whole plot before it even begins? By killing Barrows or someone else." Biagio inquired.
The Grandmaster of the Vicante assassins family, Leone Vicante simply chuckled a bit at his grandsons inquiry.
"Something like that."
As always a pair of guards stood by the gates and were immidiately alarmed by the ruffy looking stranger that approached them, at first they began to move towards him with their weapons ready, but were fazed as the stranger flashed a signet ring on his right index finger. The guards froze for a split second before curtiosly clearing the way and letting Blake beyond the gate, onto the estate premises. Blake gazed at the yard around him quietly, a few of the inhabbitants were outside and they shared his gloomy gazed as he entered the main house. The door squaked as he entered, signifying a servant of a guest or an arriving family member.
A servant, somewhat older man, came almost running to the door yet stopped to examine the arrivals filthy appearance with a degree of caution. However after a moment of surveying the stranger the man suddenly made a sharp bow as, if embaraced by the fact that he had not recognized a member of the family. Blake remained silent throughtout the whole awkward situation, looking around the well decorated main hall and the long corridors that split away from it. As the servant began speaking, Blake turned his full attention towards him.
"Young master Biagio, forgive me, I did not recognize you due to your.... choice of cloth. Master Vicante is expecting you in the living room, but for the sake of dignity I would suggest that you tidy your appearance a bit before appearing in front of him." The servant suggest with a polite tone, knowing how the rest of th
"Inform him that I will be down shortly."
Biagio informed the servant with a calm tone and began to ascend the stairs in the main hall towards his own room. As always it was a charade, to the outside the family appeared clean and decent as, if they were nobility of sorts. A perfect cover for the bloody secrets that lay beneath their respectable image. Biagio did not despise his family for it, after all it was a necessity, as assassins secrecy was required for them to continue operating within the city. The few outsiders that knew his family`s secrets were certainly not foolish enough to blurt them out, spreading such knowledge often proved to be lethal to those who could not hold their tongues. Biagio walked along the dark red coloured corridor until he arrived to his room, upon entering he tossed his worn jacket aside and sat on his clean sheated bed. He gazed at clothes reserved for him laying upon his bed, it sure was nice to be wealthy and have servants running about making everything ready.
Even if it was for the sake of appearances.
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Biagio pushed the living room doors wide open and eyed everyone currently occupying the room, his grandfather, two `brothers` and a sister of his. Compared to the trio, who all shared black hair and tidy clothing, Biagio stood as an exception. Certainly he appeared more civil after a shower, having gathered all of his hair into a ponytail that now barely reached his shoulders and a change of clothes. He wore black pants, a pair of brown leather shoes, a white collar shirt, a red tie that was a bit loose on purpose and a black vest, which he had left open. The old man besides the window gazed at Biagio, who made a slight bow towards the grandmaster of the assassins and received a nod as sign that his arrival was noted. Biagio felt three pair of eyes directing their chilling stares at him as he had apparently interrupted a conversation that they had been having.
"Durante, Lucrezia, Salvatore." The grandmaster adressed each of the trio at a time to turn their attention towards him, away from the arrival. "You know what to do, I leave the rest of the details to you, prove that you are worthy of that trust."
His words were cut by the sound of Biagio`s heel`s hitting a table`s surface as he had taken a seat some feet away from the grandmaster. The trio each made a customary bow and left the room, each at their own phase, the eldest Durante delayed to throw a threatening gaze at Biagio, Lucrezia followed suit, but with an amused smirk on her face and Salvatore simply remained emotionless as he closed the doors behind them. An eerie silence crept into the room as Biagio leaned back in his chair, making his position more comfortable.
"It was Barrow`s was it not?" The old man inquired after a moment of thought, but staring outside from the window before him.
"Just like you deduced, it would appear the hound is still loyal to the hand that fed it." Biagio said with boredom reflected on his face. "Oh and there was a rather unsawory lady, who stormed in throwing all kinds of threats and accusations. Minerva Black and her Vipers took the courtesy of informing us of what might happen. If you ask me, she`s all talk with things as they are. A dog without a bite, but her bark left room for improvement as well." Biagio said with a hint of amusement at his own witty remark.
"I see, I need not know the details nor should anyone else, but if something does come up you will report directly to me as soon as possible.... what about the one`s you are to accompany?.... are they going to cause trouble?"
Grandmaster continued his inquiry after weighing Biagio`s words and their meaning, he already knew Barrows was on the move, but acting on his own or under someone elses orders, he had not known. The name Falco was feared even by the grandmaster and he was glad that he had been able to place someone to keep an eye on Barrows or whomever was about to carry out his dirty work.
"Henchmen, that is what they are, thieves, gangsters and an assassin besides myself. I would not fret over them too much, they are no doubt acting under their superiors orders just like I am." Biagio said with a flat tone as he thought about everyone else on the team, knowing that each of them had their own agendas, others wanted power and others were simply in it for the money.
"An assassin? What`s this persons name? Describe." The Grandmaster asked, seemingly a bit disturbed as he had immense knowledge about every assassin network within the city.
"Nathaniel Vera was it?.... happens to be missing a right arm... doesn`t speak very much on her competence and there was something quite odd about him... not that I`d normally care, but he seemed a little off..." Biagio muttered as he was quite unsure what to make of these questions. He leaned forwards in his chair and smirked as he had come to a wild conclusion of what the Grandmaster was worrying over.
"You think someone`s trying to sabotage this whole plot before it even begins? By killing Barrows or someone else." Biagio inquired.
The Grandmaster of the Vicante assassins family, Leone Vicante simply chuckled a bit at his grandsons inquiry.
"Something like that."
Silently, Nathaniel dragged herself up the staircase to her current room at the inn, feeling positively exhausted. She was never a 'people' person, and she was never very good at explaining her ideals to others. To do either of those things was a task in and of itself. Opening the door to her room, she was greeted by a pair of familiar faces; a beautiful young blonde girl, taller than herself, and a slightly older blond man whose eyes were missing and whose face was scarred to make it seem as though he was weeping.
"Monsieur! Welcome back!" The girl instantly greeted her with cheer, her brilliant green eyes firm on her employer. "How was the meeting?"
"Great. I didn't understand a damn thing they said," she snarled, sitting beside the man, who remained still until he spoke.
"Perhaps you should pay better attention to what people say, sir?" he suggested.
The androgynous girl frowned a bit. "Pardon my manners, Gabriel, but what was it that got your eyes forcibly torn from your head again?"
The man lowered his head. "We have all made mistakes."
"Ah, well, remember Gabriel, Monsieur is not accustomed to be... how is it? Working with others?" Who else but the girl to be a mediator between them?
"I'm only saying that it would be best for her to actually immerse herself in conversation..."
And of course, Nathaniel didn't even bother to get into the conversation with her subordinates. After all, they were her subordinates; why bother even trying to understand what they said? Their words only jumbled up and mixed together to create their own versions of the truth in her head.
Suddenly, she remembered something. "Ah. Sara, have I gotten any letters?" She turned to the girl, who seemed to be in a heated debate with the man.
The girl blushed lightly. "Ah... forgive me, Monsieur. I received one from Chevalier earlier in the evening. I seem to have forgotten."
"It is fine." She paused. "He didn't come by in person, did he?"
"Non, Monsieur," the girl replied sadly, handing her employer a letter.
Nathaniel furrowed her brow, ripping open the envelope the letter was hidden in, impatient to read it.
"Beloved Nathaniel,
I count the days until I can see you again, psh, as it has been so many years since we last met. As I have explained in my previous letters, I am still busy at work outside of the continent. However, this work will soon come to an end, and I will be moving back; although, I would greatly prefer that you abandon your life of crime. My heart cannot bear to know that any moment of any day, I could lose you. I've almost lost you once already, I would not want to lose you again.
Forever Yours, Cieran.
"That dumb son of a..." She growled, crumpling up the letter and throwing it into the fireplace nearby.
"Ah, Monsieur... I thought that Chevalier's feelings for you were quite beautiful..." Sara cooed, looking at the burning paper with sadness.
"If he cared so much for me, would he not have stayed?" She inquired, seeming annoyed. "I've already explained to him why I cannot let Lilith go to waste. If he can't understand that, he can stay outside of the continent as long as he wants. I'll never join him if he refuses to see things my way."
Both of her subordinates were silent. They knew well enough that when she wanted to be, Nathaniel could be quite a cruel, cold woman. Certainly, she seemed quite fit to run a family like Lilith; it was, when it was thriving, actually a fierce and ruthless force able to be compared with any other major family. But perhaps the downside to her was that she decided not to show her soft side, either.
"I'm going to sleep. Wake me an hour before noon." She said bluntly, stomping over to her bed and simply collapsing on it, hardly even bothering to change her clothing.
"Monsieur! Welcome back!" The girl instantly greeted her with cheer, her brilliant green eyes firm on her employer. "How was the meeting?"
"Great. I didn't understand a damn thing they said," she snarled, sitting beside the man, who remained still until he spoke.
"Perhaps you should pay better attention to what people say, sir?" he suggested.
The androgynous girl frowned a bit. "Pardon my manners, Gabriel, but what was it that got your eyes forcibly torn from your head again?"
The man lowered his head. "We have all made mistakes."
"Ah, well, remember Gabriel, Monsieur is not accustomed to be... how is it? Working with others?" Who else but the girl to be a mediator between them?
"I'm only saying that it would be best for her to actually immerse herself in conversation..."
And of course, Nathaniel didn't even bother to get into the conversation with her subordinates. After all, they were her subordinates; why bother even trying to understand what they said? Their words only jumbled up and mixed together to create their own versions of the truth in her head.
Suddenly, she remembered something. "Ah. Sara, have I gotten any letters?" She turned to the girl, who seemed to be in a heated debate with the man.
The girl blushed lightly. "Ah... forgive me, Monsieur. I received one from Chevalier earlier in the evening. I seem to have forgotten."
"It is fine." She paused. "He didn't come by in person, did he?"
"Non, Monsieur," the girl replied sadly, handing her employer a letter.
Nathaniel furrowed her brow, ripping open the envelope the letter was hidden in, impatient to read it.
"Beloved Nathaniel,
I count the days until I can see you again, psh, as it has been so many years since we last met. As I have explained in my previous letters, I am still busy at work outside of the continent. However, this work will soon come to an end, and I will be moving back; although, I would greatly prefer that you abandon your life of crime. My heart cannot bear to know that any moment of any day, I could lose you. I've almost lost you once already, I would not want to lose you again.
Forever Yours, Cieran.
"That dumb son of a..." She growled, crumpling up the letter and throwing it into the fireplace nearby.
"Ah, Monsieur... I thought that Chevalier's feelings for you were quite beautiful..." Sara cooed, looking at the burning paper with sadness.
"If he cared so much for me, would he not have stayed?" She inquired, seeming annoyed. "I've already explained to him why I cannot let Lilith go to waste. If he can't understand that, he can stay outside of the continent as long as he wants. I'll never join him if he refuses to see things my way."
Both of her subordinates were silent. They knew well enough that when she wanted to be, Nathaniel could be quite a cruel, cold woman. Certainly, she seemed quite fit to run a family like Lilith; it was, when it was thriving, actually a fierce and ruthless force able to be compared with any other major family. But perhaps the downside to her was that she decided not to show her soft side, either.
"I'm going to sleep. Wake me an hour before noon." She said bluntly, stomping over to her bed and simply collapsing on it, hardly even bothering to change her clothing.
A smooth jazz floated in the air as the ice chimed in the glasses. Even when bars were usually the core for fights, hits
and "accidents" this bar was engulfed in a strange sense of quiet and the closest thing Scalvia could get to peace.
"The Pit" -in a complete irony to it's name- was a neutral bar, one of the few places were gangsters, thieves,
assasins, mercenaries and all the creatures of the underworld could gather without someone getting killed. The bar was
built for a single purpose...to get as much info as possible from all parts of the city...and this was impossible if every
time you tried to talk with someone you usually ended with a 9mm buried in your neck, but with some expensive
alcohol and 2 simple rules the bar and it's purpose boomed in no time, making "The Pit" one of the best bars in Scalvia.
But the "big affair" going on that day wasnt happening in the tables, nor the bar, it was infact happening behind the
kitchen in a big old office were Sinclair Raze aka. "The King Of Thieves" sat on his favorite leather chair playing an old guitar infront of Fuchsia and Ashes, his "godchildren"
"Two assasins, a mob boss....and a dead man's testament" He mumbled as he plucked random cords seemingly lost in his thoughts
"So....why after 3 months of robbing, swindling and conning without telling me anything do you guys come here and ask me for my permission to use the Thieves Guild as a shield?" He asked innocently
"Well...we need a solid argument...we cant base a full con on lies" Fuccsia said
Sin laughed happily putting the guitar down "My oh my....you are on the way of becoming the best lier ever Dancer Girl...I almost bought that for a second" He said but before she could complain he was already talking "But...I AM going to help you guys in this...you might have your motives, the ones I wont judge....the part where I enter is that I'm pretty sure we share one of those reasons....right??" He asked as in the same second smirks flashed in the tricksters faces
"....good" Sin whispered as the tricksters got ready to leave
"Just one more thing....these..."characters"...what will you do about them?" He asked as they stopped
"We'll take good care of them" Fuccsia said before they walked out of the room.
Sin chuckled softly as got up and walked toward the window "I cant wait to see those last aces under your sleeve Falco" He whispered looking pretty amused.
and "accidents" this bar was engulfed in a strange sense of quiet and the closest thing Scalvia could get to peace.
"The Pit" -in a complete irony to it's name- was a neutral bar, one of the few places were gangsters, thieves,
assasins, mercenaries and all the creatures of the underworld could gather without someone getting killed. The bar was
built for a single purpose...to get as much info as possible from all parts of the city...and this was impossible if every
time you tried to talk with someone you usually ended with a 9mm buried in your neck, but with some expensive
alcohol and 2 simple rules the bar and it's purpose boomed in no time, making "The Pit" one of the best bars in Scalvia.
But the "big affair" going on that day wasnt happening in the tables, nor the bar, it was infact happening behind the
kitchen in a big old office were Sinclair Raze aka. "The King Of Thieves" sat on his favorite leather chair playing an old guitar infront of Fuchsia and Ashes, his "godchildren"
"Two assasins, a mob boss....and a dead man's testament" He mumbled as he plucked random cords seemingly lost in his thoughts
"So....why after 3 months of robbing, swindling and conning without telling me anything do you guys come here and ask me for my permission to use the Thieves Guild as a shield?" He asked innocently
"Well...we need a solid argument...we cant base a full con on lies" Fuccsia said
Sin laughed happily putting the guitar down "My oh my....you are on the way of becoming the best lier ever Dancer Girl...I almost bought that for a second" He said but before she could complain he was already talking "But...I AM going to help you guys in this...you might have your motives, the ones I wont judge....the part where I enter is that I'm pretty sure we share one of those reasons....right??" He asked as in the same second smirks flashed in the tricksters faces
"....good" Sin whispered as the tricksters got ready to leave
"Just one more thing....these..."characters"...what will you do about them?" He asked as they stopped
"We'll take good care of them" Fuccsia said before they walked out of the room.
Sin chuckled softly as got up and walked toward the window "I cant wait to see those last aces under your sleeve Falco" He whispered looking pretty amused.
The next day Blake wandered into the city, moving across dark alleys as per his custom, and was about to arrive to the warehouse at the docks at bit ahead of schedule. He had chosen to keep on the clothes he had received at the estate, in addition donned a black suit jacket, which he kept open to give a less formal impression, that was also left for him in his room. He stopped at certain intervals in order to check whether he was being tailed or not, he for one had no shred of trust towards the security of their estate nor his family members. Darting from one alley to another, Blake finally arrived at his appointed destination and shoved the door wide open.
As expect he was the first, the others did not seem as eager to handle their challenge as he was or at least they did not show it. He checked the rooms for intruders and anyone, who might have slipped inside as these kind of abandoned places usually served as a refuge to the homeless and unwanted. After a thorough scan of the building he concluded it was hardly safe and it was curious that it had not been infiltrated, which might have meant that it had been in recent use tough it did have quite a lot of dust on it.
Whatever the case, Blake made his way to the room where they were supposed to gather and sat down into the far corner of the room, leaning the back of the chair against the wall with a knife ready to spring from his sleeve at anyone he did not recognize as permitted to enter the room. As he eyed the room, he could not help, but think about his `comrades` as he would have to suffer their intolerable banter until their whole task was done and by the looks of it completing their it would take quite a while lest they failed early on.
The two thieves, Fuchsia and Noah, were no doubt inseperable and worked as one. They were after money no doubt and when it came to money in Scalvia, death or betrayal were a small attrocities to perform as long as they would not suffer. These two were not to be trusted from the beginning and they would be the first to bail should an unpleasant situation arise. Then there was the clown, factor x in this equasion, completely unpredictable and thus first to be eliminated, if the groups security was compromised. King seemed like a level headed fellow and might actually be bearable to work with, even trusted a bit, but only as long as he was kept at arms length. Last, but not least the other assassin, of whom he had no knowledge and who most of all worried Blake. His grandfather had been rather curious about that fellow, maybe because another organization of assasssin migh try to undermine their efforts here, but Blake smelled a rat. There was more to that fellow than what he had figured thus far, something that involved his family and Blake was determined, partially out of curiousity and paranoia, to find out what that something was.
As expect he was the first, the others did not seem as eager to handle their challenge as he was or at least they did not show it. He checked the rooms for intruders and anyone, who might have slipped inside as these kind of abandoned places usually served as a refuge to the homeless and unwanted. After a thorough scan of the building he concluded it was hardly safe and it was curious that it had not been infiltrated, which might have meant that it had been in recent use tough it did have quite a lot of dust on it.
Whatever the case, Blake made his way to the room where they were supposed to gather and sat down into the far corner of the room, leaning the back of the chair against the wall with a knife ready to spring from his sleeve at anyone he did not recognize as permitted to enter the room. As he eyed the room, he could not help, but think about his `comrades` as he would have to suffer their intolerable banter until their whole task was done and by the looks of it completing their it would take quite a while lest they failed early on.
The two thieves, Fuchsia and Noah, were no doubt inseperable and worked as one. They were after money no doubt and when it came to money in Scalvia, death or betrayal were a small attrocities to perform as long as they would not suffer. These two were not to be trusted from the beginning and they would be the first to bail should an unpleasant situation arise. Then there was the clown, factor x in this equasion, completely unpredictable and thus first to be eliminated, if the groups security was compromised. King seemed like a level headed fellow and might actually be bearable to work with, even trusted a bit, but only as long as he was kept at arms length. Last, but not least the other assassin, of whom he had no knowledge and who most of all worried Blake. His grandfather had been rather curious about that fellow, maybe because another organization of assasssin migh try to undermine their efforts here, but Blake smelled a rat. There was more to that fellow than what he had figured thus far, something that involved his family and Blake was determined, partially out of curiousity and paranoia, to find out what that something was.
At around 11 in the morning, Nathaniel had found her way back to the warehouse. She'd left early, believing the trip to be longer than expected; though, it was just an excuse to get away from her 'over-emotional' subordinates.
After standing by the door for about 5 minutes, checking to see if anyone else was there, she finally stepped inside. Oddly enough, she wasn't too surprised to see Blake sitting by the wall, seemingly ready to strike. She aimed a small nod at him, acknowledging his presence, and sat down by the table, waiting for the others to come by. Only a little longer now.
After standing by the door for about 5 minutes, checking to see if anyone else was there, she finally stepped inside. Oddly enough, she wasn't too surprised to see Blake sitting by the wall, seemingly ready to strike. She aimed a small nod at him, acknowledging his presence, and sat down by the table, waiting for the others to come by. Only a little longer now.
Blake chuckled for a moment, quietly, as Nathaniel entered and leaned forward in his chair when he sat down at the table.
"Oh it`s you..."
He commented dryly with a smug expression flashing across his face, for a fraction of a second someone might have thought that he was actually smiling, but bluntly his face rare performed such a feat. Blake began twirling a knife between his fingers, spinning it around and around whilst locking his eyes on Nathaniel to taunt him.
"As assassins, I feel that both of us are... smart enough to avoid any foolish trust and that neither of us are unclear as to what the rules of this game are. None of us are ready to start working with others, but if we wish to gain our reward, we must. Both of us know that when all hell breaks loose and something goes wrong, the whole mission is unsalvageable and all of us are ready to turn on one another within a heartbeat."
He said with a flat tone, but empowered his last words by snapping his fingers and flunging the knife across the room into the far wall.
"Now I am not one to inquire too much about someone I might have to kill in the near future, but the fact is... I`ve done some research on my recent companions... the others seem quite plain and nothing curious about them really... but after a chat with a certain person and I became rather curious about your true motives. Why? I`ll be more specific.... One, I have never heard of you and I have been around for a while. Two, in our conversation that person seemed rather curious of your current state and apparently full well knew who you were. Three, he seemed awfully concerned about your presence not to mention he did not give me any help as to your origins while clearly he should have elaborated....
Now I can go two ways with this information... I could kill you straight away and end your mystery, the mission might still go on or you could simply tell me. Of course you can simply make this very awkward by keeping your little secret, if I choose to let you live long enough."
Blake spoke with a slow and ponderous tone, eying every expression and movement that Nathaniel made. If they were to fight right now, the whole mission could be ruined and if not there might be boundless paranoia about for the rest of their mission, which might prove very short given the circumstances.
"Oh it`s you..."
He commented dryly with a smug expression flashing across his face, for a fraction of a second someone might have thought that he was actually smiling, but bluntly his face rare performed such a feat. Blake began twirling a knife between his fingers, spinning it around and around whilst locking his eyes on Nathaniel to taunt him.
"As assassins, I feel that both of us are... smart enough to avoid any foolish trust and that neither of us are unclear as to what the rules of this game are. None of us are ready to start working with others, but if we wish to gain our reward, we must. Both of us know that when all hell breaks loose and something goes wrong, the whole mission is unsalvageable and all of us are ready to turn on one another within a heartbeat."
He said with a flat tone, but empowered his last words by snapping his fingers and flunging the knife across the room into the far wall.
"Now I am not one to inquire too much about someone I might have to kill in the near future, but the fact is... I`ve done some research on my recent companions... the others seem quite plain and nothing curious about them really... but after a chat with a certain person and I became rather curious about your true motives. Why? I`ll be more specific.... One, I have never heard of you and I have been around for a while. Two, in our conversation that person seemed rather curious of your current state and apparently full well knew who you were. Three, he seemed awfully concerned about your presence not to mention he did not give me any help as to your origins while clearly he should have elaborated....
Now I can go two ways with this information... I could kill you straight away and end your mystery, the mission might still go on or you could simply tell me. Of course you can simply make this very awkward by keeping your little secret, if I choose to let you live long enough."
Blake spoke with a slow and ponderous tone, eying every expression and movement that Nathaniel made. If they were to fight right now, the whole mission could be ruined and if not there might be boundless paranoia about for the rest of their mission, which might prove very short given the circumstances.
Nathaniel furrowed her brow, the pupils of her eyes eerily constricted, almost giving her a ghost-like expression. However, she didn't seem any more or less tense than before, and silently turned to face him. Then, she spoke, "My motives aren't really any of your concern, but if you're so paranoid about the fact that I might not be 'just' a nobody, fine. I'll do my best to explain it to you, though I can't promise you'll understand a damn thing of what I'm about to tell you.
My father was Maxim Vera; he descended from some natives up north who had the frightening tendency to sharpen their canines and cannibalize on their enemies' blood. Of course, that was ages ago, but the ferocity still runs hot through anyone with the bloodline, even if it's only a branch of it, and I can testify for that; being hotblooded was what caused me to lose my arm, and that's all I'll say about those two topics.
My mother was Gala Feliciano; roughly about twenty-one years ago, she founded a family named Lilith, of very low reputation. As soon as it did start gaining reputation, about fourteen years ago, I'm not sure if a plot was concocted to keep it small, or if it was simply bad luck, but my mother was murdered, as was my father shortly thereafter. The family was succeeded by a woman who was assigned to keep the family in line in emergencies. The woman that succeeded it, however, was little more than a wallflower who had no idea how to run a crime family. Since then, that same woman has been in charge of the family.
My goal is to overtake her and take on my rightful place as heir. Then, I'll find out who killed my parents, and when I find out why, I will hand out their sentences accordingly so.
After all, I am the Prince of Lilith."
She said all this steadily, without so much as batting an eyelash, staring Blake directly in the eye. "If you find neither my past nor my ideals intriguing or worthy of your time, or if you hardly have any idea of what I'm talking about, then it would suffice for me to say that you've wasted both my time and yours... all because you were paranoid."
My father was Maxim Vera; he descended from some natives up north who had the frightening tendency to sharpen their canines and cannibalize on their enemies' blood. Of course, that was ages ago, but the ferocity still runs hot through anyone with the bloodline, even if it's only a branch of it, and I can testify for that; being hotblooded was what caused me to lose my arm, and that's all I'll say about those two topics.
My mother was Gala Feliciano; roughly about twenty-one years ago, she founded a family named Lilith, of very low reputation. As soon as it did start gaining reputation, about fourteen years ago, I'm not sure if a plot was concocted to keep it small, or if it was simply bad luck, but my mother was murdered, as was my father shortly thereafter. The family was succeeded by a woman who was assigned to keep the family in line in emergencies. The woman that succeeded it, however, was little more than a wallflower who had no idea how to run a crime family. Since then, that same woman has been in charge of the family.
My goal is to overtake her and take on my rightful place as heir. Then, I'll find out who killed my parents, and when I find out why, I will hand out their sentences accordingly so.
After all, I am the Prince of Lilith."
She said all this steadily, without so much as batting an eyelash, staring Blake directly in the eye. "If you find neither my past nor my ideals intriguing or worthy of your time, or if you hardly have any idea of what I'm talking about, then it would suffice for me to say that you've wasted both my time and yours... all because you were paranoid."
Suddenly steps broke the deadly silence, shortly followed by a careless whistling. The tricksters walked calmly into the warehouse not even looking around for a possible ambush or enemies like the others had done...they either were plain dumb or...quite confident in their luck...
"...hope we are not interrupting anything..." Ashes said said shrughing as they looked at Nathaniel and Blake "We were planning to wait but...sooner or later we would attract attention to ourselfs" Roxanne said as she sat down playing with her cards.
"...hope we are not interrupting anything..." Ashes said said shrughing as they looked at Nathaniel and Blake "We were planning to wait but...sooner or later we would attract attention to ourselfs" Roxanne said as she sat down playing with her cards.
(OC: no need to wait for DNA as he is apparently busy so he might not be posting in a while, but let us pretend his chars somehow are along etc.)
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"You came just in time, things were about to get... odd to say the least..."
Blake answered with a calm, flat tone, but his smirk could did not hide his amusement over the situation as Nathaniel had spilled the beans. All Blake had to do now was to visit the estate once and he could connect the dots with the help of the information held there, things were about to get interesting. He snapped out of his thoughts and gazed at the two thieves, who made their way to the table. At least these two had not abandoned the plan and it seemed unlikely at this point that they would need anymore members to arrive to the scene, hopefully those two, who had not arrived yet, were not comtemplating on betrayal. In anycase they might as well go through the next phase of the plan.
"Now that we are here, let`s go through what we have to do in order to get Cromwell`s attention, shall we? As we agreed before, you thieves represent your own `faction` in this matter, money comes from Barrows and the rest of us function as the ambush team. Fuchsia and Noah will have to set things in motion by contacting one of Cromwells rats down here at the dock to set up a deal.
I suppose you have everything prepared for that?"
Blake inquired, throwing a chilly glance at the duo.
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(OC: you can have your chars know the guy they have to contact and rp that char in order to make things go along more smoothly.)
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"You came just in time, things were about to get... odd to say the least..."
Blake answered with a calm, flat tone, but his smirk could did not hide his amusement over the situation as Nathaniel had spilled the beans. All Blake had to do now was to visit the estate once and he could connect the dots with the help of the information held there, things were about to get interesting. He snapped out of his thoughts and gazed at the two thieves, who made their way to the table. At least these two had not abandoned the plan and it seemed unlikely at this point that they would need anymore members to arrive to the scene, hopefully those two, who had not arrived yet, were not comtemplating on betrayal. In anycase they might as well go through the next phase of the plan.
"Now that we are here, let`s go through what we have to do in order to get Cromwell`s attention, shall we? As we agreed before, you thieves represent your own `faction` in this matter, money comes from Barrows and the rest of us function as the ambush team. Fuchsia and Noah will have to set things in motion by contacting one of Cromwells rats down here at the dock to set up a deal.
I suppose you have everything prepared for that?"
Blake inquired, throwing a chilly glance at the duo.
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(OC: you can have your chars know the guy they have to contact and rp that char in order to make things go along more smoothly.)
"It's done" The tricksters said "We arranged the meeting for 6pm. Getting him to help us wasnt really that hard: he's an old friend and he speaks our language" Noah said snickering softly "The plan is already done. He'll take us to Cromwell's partner, we'll offer him a juicy deal with a nice amount of money that he wont be able to reject nor suspect since he knows we have it...if we plays our cards right he'll take us to our target in less than 2 hours, after that it's up to you guys" Roxanne said as she smirked lightly.
"Assuming everything goes according to plan...."
Blake muttered quietly and threw a suspicious glance at Nathaniel, then at the empty seats at the table, contemplating on the possibility that they had already been betrayed. Tough at this point it was too late for doubts they were about to do something that would upset the balance of the mob war one way or another. He gazed back at the duo with a blank face.
"Fine by me, you`ll take charge until we can confirm that the target is within an arms length so to speak. Nathaniel and I will stick on the sidelines for the time being and follow you from afar as not to alarm the opposition of any foul play on our part. Tough I suggest you be prepared to fend off a couple of thugs when he spring the trap on that twerp..."
Blake didn`t like not knowing when he could strike or having to wait for hours on end, watching others do their job, but alas it was all for the greater good.
Blake muttered quietly and threw a suspicious glance at Nathaniel, then at the empty seats at the table, contemplating on the possibility that they had already been betrayed. Tough at this point it was too late for doubts they were about to do something that would upset the balance of the mob war one way or another. He gazed back at the duo with a blank face.
"Fine by me, you`ll take charge until we can confirm that the target is within an arms length so to speak. Nathaniel and I will stick on the sidelines for the time being and follow you from afar as not to alarm the opposition of any foul play on our part. Tough I suggest you be prepared to fend off a couple of thugs when he spring the trap on that twerp..."
Blake didn`t like not knowing when he could strike or having to wait for hours on end, watching others do their job, but alas it was all for the greater good.
Nathaniel remained silent as they spoke, closely listening in on the plan. However, she did not seem pleased at all, if only for the fact that Blake was so wary of her. If anything, she thought that he should count his lucky stars that she hadn't strung him up by his feet and disemboweled him already.
She nodded slowly, in agreement to the two thieves' plans. "Alright, fellas. You'd better be good at what you do." She chuckled a bit, leaning back on her chair. "And don't screw it up, unless you'd like to see just how much damage a woman with one arm can inflict." She huffed softly, some of her old spark re-emerging in that last sentence.
She nodded slowly, in agreement to the two thieves' plans. "Alright, fellas. You'd better be good at what you do." She chuckled a bit, leaning back on her chair. "And don't screw it up, unless you'd like to see just how much damage a woman with one arm can inflict." She huffed softly, some of her old spark re-emerging in that last sentence.
"Good?? Sweetheart, we are the best!" Ashes said as he snickered softly "And to prove how serious and good we are..." Roxanne said as she took a small briefcase next to her and put it on the table "Clean and good money" She whispered as she opened the briefcase just to show a nice amount of money wads in it, they all looked completly original...but the thieves smiles could make you doubt...they were con-artists after all. "This will prove our friends that we mean business...almost like a "security stake" from our side" She said.
Blake`s face, for once, dropped it`s almost emotionless mask as he heard Nathaniel`s reference. He stared at her for a while before chuckling out loud, almost laughed, but attempted to desperately cover up his amusement by coughing. From that start he had thought there had been something strange about him or her, now that he knew the truth, but that she was a freaking cross-dresser had not crossed his mind. At least he wouldn`t waste time looking information about a man when he was actually a she.
"Enough banter, let`s get going. We`ll have to scout out the meeting place for a proper hideout so that the two of us can follow the developments from a safe distance and move in when necessary."
Blake reasoned, partially because he hated waiting around and because he was paranoid enough to suspect a trap set by the thieves.
(Mai, you can have your characters lead the way etc)
"Enough banter, let`s get going. We`ll have to scout out the meeting place for a proper hideout so that the two of us can follow the developments from a safe distance and move in when necessary."
Blake reasoned, partially because he hated waiting around and because he was paranoid enough to suspect a trap set by the thieves.
(Mai, you can have your characters lead the way etc)
"The meeting will be held in the Pit...everything was already arranged" Roxanne said as she closed the case and Noah grabbed it "Let's get going...and while we drive...you guys can tell us about YOUR plan" She said as she walked toward the car.
"I figure we'll be in the area 'just in case' your dealing goes wrong," she said, following them. "Though, it might be best if we take different modes of transportation, don't ya think, fellas?" she stuffed her hands in her pockets, furrowing her brow. "There's a chance that, if they see us all in one car, two representatives from the thieves guild along with two..." she briefly glanced over at Blake "... tag-alongs, they'll think something's up; especially if said tag-alongs decide to scurry off to a neighboring building."
"Though, as much as I'd love to say that I have an alternative mode of transportation, I really don't... even if I did, my driving is... not the best." Her mind somehow drifted to the letter she'd received earlier that morning and her brow furrowed more in irritation. But, then, she realized; Cieran had a motorbike with a sidecar, didn't he? And he'd left it in the garage of his mansion... which was, generally, very easy to sneak into. "No, wait..." she mumbled.
"Though, as much as I'd love to say that I have an alternative mode of transportation, I really don't... even if I did, my driving is... not the best." Her mind somehow drifted to the letter she'd received earlier that morning and her brow furrowed more in irritation. But, then, she realized; Cieran had a motorbike with a sidecar, didn't he? And he'd left it in the garage of his mansion... which was, generally, very easy to sneak into. "No, wait..." she mumbled.
Blake stood up from the chair and shoved his hands in his pockets as he passed Nathaniel, who was still sitting by the table.
"Agreed, the less they suspect the better, but even so we can`t afford any mistakes that might give us away. Cromwell would be jumping on the walls, if he heard that someone had attempted to approach him with less than friendly thoughts."
Blake pondered out loud as he stopped to stare at the others. The moment was at hand, a test, whether they would be able to co-operate or not. It could all go horribly wrong or at least well, in some regards, Blake wasn`t keeping his hopes up, but didn`t really try to show it at that moment.
"I suggest we split now, you two get going and you... let`s get going..."
He said in a monotonic voice before walking out into the alley.
"Agreed, the less they suspect the better, but even so we can`t afford any mistakes that might give us away. Cromwell would be jumping on the walls, if he heard that someone had attempted to approach him with less than friendly thoughts."
Blake pondered out loud as he stopped to stare at the others. The moment was at hand, a test, whether they would be able to co-operate or not. It could all go horribly wrong or at least well, in some regards, Blake wasn`t keeping his hopes up, but didn`t really try to show it at that moment.
"I suggest we split now, you two get going and you... let`s get going..."
He said in a monotonic voice before walking out into the alley.
"Sounds good" Anthony said as he looked at Roxanne who just nooded in agreement. "We'll talk to Cromwell's partner, we'll close the deal and he'll take us to Cromwell...IF they smell what we are up to...we'll come up with something" Roxanne said as she opened the door of the car "So...good luck I guess" She mumbled smirking lightly before she got in the car followed by Noah.
"Likewise to you fellas," Nathaniel returned the little 'good luck' back at the pair, turning on her heel and following Blake into the alley.
"So..." she eyed Blake, a bit tense. Needless to say, the people she worked with were generally people she knew; she knew this was going to be rather awkward for her. "... What about you, hm?" She tried to ask him as casually as possible. "I said almost all there was to say about me; we'll talk about you, now."
"So..." she eyed Blake, a bit tense. Needless to say, the people she worked with were generally people she knew; she knew this was going to be rather awkward for her. "... What about you, hm?" She tried to ask him as casually as possible. "I said almost all there was to say about me; we'll talk about you, now."
Blake smirked as he simply began walking down the alley, ignoring her words for a moment. He glared at her over his shoulder with scorn whilst walking away.
"There is nothing to tell, I am just an assassin and as long as you treat me as one, there will be no need for further questions."
Blake said with a chilly tone, hoping that she would let the matter drop, needless banter wasn`t getting them to their destination any faster.
"There is nothing to tell, I am just an assassin and as long as you treat me as one, there will be no need for further questions."
Blake said with a chilly tone, hoping that she would let the matter drop, needless banter wasn`t getting them to their destination any faster.
"I didn't ask you a question, though," she said bluntly, picking up her pace and walking right past him.
She didn't stand in front of him and try to confront him, however; she'd noticed a car not too far off and decided to break into it. Once she did, however, she had no idea of how to turn it on.
She didn't stand in front of him and try to confront him, however; she'd noticed a car not too far off and decided to break into it. Once she did, however, she had no idea of how to turn it on.
Blake sighed as he followed her hopeless attempts to get the car running and walked next to the car.
"Move aside."
He commanded and used one of his knives as a tool to hotwire the car, starting it in a manner of few minutes. He sat on the drivers seat and glared at Nathaniel.
"It`s no wonder you are hopeless with mechanics...."
He muttered refering to the fact that Nathaniel was in fact a she all tough one might have thought otherwise like he had in the beginning.
(That`s handy,
)
"Move aside."
He commanded and used one of his knives as a tool to hotwire the car, starting it in a manner of few minutes. He sat on the drivers seat and glared at Nathaniel.
"It`s no wonder you are hopeless with mechanics...."
He muttered refering to the fact that Nathaniel was in fact a she all tough one might have thought otherwise like he had in the beginning.
(That`s handy,
)
(XD Blake to the rescue, eh?)
She caught on to the joke easily, and, despite not having shown any previous sort of affection of friendliness towards Blake, decided to give him a playful nudge.
"You should be thanking me for finding us a car, 'old man'."
She likewise referred to and made fun of the fact that he had gray hair.
"We'd be walking if it wasn't for me."
She caught on to the joke easily, and, despite not having shown any previous sort of affection of friendliness towards Blake, decided to give him a playful nudge.
"You should be thanking me for finding us a car, 'old man'."
She likewise referred to and made fun of the fact that he had gray hair.
"We'd be walking if it wasn't for me."
In return Blake stared at her for a moment with a freezing look in his eyes that gave a clear message "Get the hell away from me". She was attempting to be all buddy despite the fact that either of them had every reason to slice each others throats then and there. Clearly she was either playing him for an idiot or simply seeked to frustrate him. Blake grinned as he turned to stare at the road as they took off. If it was games she wanted to play then Blake could highlight how much he loved to share.
"To answer your previous inquiry. I am a member of the Vicante the family, we are assassins, born and bred as instruments of death. I am simply one of many, a blade amongst others, my name is indifferent because it is not even my real name because I never received one.
Ever since I can remember I have been killing people, when I was eight years old I killed my first `victim`. He was a nobody and actually no one hired me to kill him, but I simply killed him in order to know what it was like. It was simply too easy back then, rn about as a little kid disguised in rags and deliver a fatal knife blow into the man`s gut. He never saw it coming and it was in the middle of a crowd, just a random person I chose to kill and when he fell to the ground, causing a commotion, I was long gone.
It`s the only thing I`ve been doing and I can`t imagine doing anything else, I never chose to be a killer, but frankly I´ve come to enjoy it. That good enough for you prince?"
He said with a hissing tone and put emphasis on his last word in order to express the mockery towards her. She said she was an assassin, but she was just a child playing to be one. She had a life, a past, loved one`s and future. Blake never truly had any of those, he lived in the present, only existing in the moment to end the lives of others.
"To answer your previous inquiry. I am a member of the Vicante the family, we are assassins, born and bred as instruments of death. I am simply one of many, a blade amongst others, my name is indifferent because it is not even my real name because I never received one.
Ever since I can remember I have been killing people, when I was eight years old I killed my first `victim`. He was a nobody and actually no one hired me to kill him, but I simply killed him in order to know what it was like. It was simply too easy back then, rn about as a little kid disguised in rags and deliver a fatal knife blow into the man`s gut. He never saw it coming and it was in the middle of a crowd, just a random person I chose to kill and when he fell to the ground, causing a commotion, I was long gone.
It`s the only thing I`ve been doing and I can`t imagine doing anything else, I never chose to be a killer, but frankly I´ve come to enjoy it. That good enough for you prince?"
He said with a hissing tone and put emphasis on his last word in order to express the mockery towards her. She said she was an assassin, but she was just a child playing to be one. She had a life, a past, loved one`s and future. Blake never truly had any of those, he lived in the present, only existing in the moment to end the lives of others.
While the assasins were driving, the thieves had already arrived to the Pit.
Johnny Bosco aka. Bingo -Cromwell's partner- inspected the tricksters skeptically as he chewed on his cigar "The Thieves Guild huh?...we had never made deals with you guys before....your kind isnt the "war" type, right?" He mused clearly not expecting an answer, Roxanne smirked calmly "Well...I hope this makes up your mind...a little security stake from our part...just so you guys see we mean business" She said as she put the case in the table, Bosco's eyes glimmered with greed as he saw the money.
"It looks clean..." He said after a detailed inspection.
"So...do we have a deal?" Noah asked, Bosco smirked as he shook the tricksters hands "I just have the feeling this will be a prosperous alliance" He said , Roxanne raised her glass in agreement "Oh...it will" She whispered as she looked at Bosco pouring more booze in his glass.
He was called Bingo for a reason, he had a good nose for bussiness...but just not for cons...
Johnny Bosco aka. Bingo -Cromwell's partner- inspected the tricksters skeptically as he chewed on his cigar "The Thieves Guild huh?...we had never made deals with you guys before....your kind isnt the "war" type, right?" He mused clearly not expecting an answer, Roxanne smirked calmly "Well...I hope this makes up your mind...a little security stake from our part...just so you guys see we mean business" She said as she put the case in the table, Bosco's eyes glimmered with greed as he saw the money.
"It looks clean..." He said after a detailed inspection.
"So...do we have a deal?" Noah asked, Bosco smirked as he shook the tricksters hands "I just have the feeling this will be a prosperous alliance" He said , Roxanne raised her glass in agreement "Oh...it will" She whispered as she looked at Bosco pouring more booze in his glass.
He was called Bingo for a reason, he had a good nose for bussiness...but just not for cons...
"If you're going to say 'prince' like that, don't say it at all," she said grumpily as soon as Blake was finished, lifting her feet up on the dashboard.
"Though, judging by your overall tone, I'd say that the only thing you like about being an assassin is the killing part." She smirked a bit, trying to push the man's buttons. "I think you'd be perfectly happy scurrying about the streets as a homeless man, just killing for the hell of it..." she eyed the man's clothing. "Though, it seems that's pretty much how things are for you..."
She shifted in her seat, frowning. Each scenario involving her taking a life involved visualizing her father's killer, then of course, attacking, stabbing, clawing, biting, anything, feeling blood on her hands and face, the satisfaction of avenging the death of one of her parents. But, she had a reason to do it. Blake didn't. How could he enjoy it so much?
"Don't you ever want a little more than just killing, Cóncavo*?" she asked, hardly caring whether the man felt like sharing or not; if he didn't, she'd just find a way to pry it out of him.
(*it should mean 'hollow', which would be her pointing out how 'emotionless' Blake is, but, I don't trust online translators very much, so it might be wrong. ^^;
**fixed it.)
"Though, judging by your overall tone, I'd say that the only thing you like about being an assassin is the killing part." She smirked a bit, trying to push the man's buttons. "I think you'd be perfectly happy scurrying about the streets as a homeless man, just killing for the hell of it..." she eyed the man's clothing. "Though, it seems that's pretty much how things are for you..."
She shifted in her seat, frowning. Each scenario involving her taking a life involved visualizing her father's killer, then of course, attacking, stabbing, clawing, biting, anything, feeling blood on her hands and face, the satisfaction of avenging the death of one of her parents. But, she had a reason to do it. Blake didn't. How could he enjoy it so much?
"Don't you ever want a little more than just killing, Cóncavo*?" she asked, hardly caring whether the man felt like sharing or not; if he didn't, she'd just find a way to pry it out of him.
(*it should mean 'hollow', which would be her pointing out how 'emotionless' Blake is, but, I don't trust online translators very much, so it might be wrong. ^^;
**fixed it.)
Blake remained silent as she spoke, but her last sentence truly crowned the speech and causing Blake to explode into a laughter. His laugh wasn`t amused nor happy, it was an eerie laughter that mocked her attitude towards him as if she could `save` him by simply talking about it. Finally his laughter collapsed into uncontrollable chuckles as he tried his best to keep the car on the road as not to kill them in a spectacular car crash.
"Oh... oh god..." He uttered with lungs empty of air after his sudden outburst. "You really are naive, aren`t you? Why would I want anything more than I have? I am quite happy with what I have, I have more than enough money to live in luxury all tough I did so even before I started taking contracts, my family holds me in reverance for my loyalty and record.
Also there is a certain type of pleasure in taking lives in this city... I think you, as an assassin, should agree when we look at the facts. It`s infested by the worst scum of this world, us included, and sometimes these streets need some cleaning. In my view we are simply doing a favour for the community, one way or another. In addition to that it amused me to no end that the residents of this city always strive to have more than they already have, never content, never owning enough. Then along comes someone poorer and thus he envies the richer person, he might hire an assassin to kill that person and in the flash of the blade the richer man`s world crumbles.
All his work and effort was nor naught, all because someone envied him. In the end it all comes down to one thing, primal greed, but I for one have chosen not to succumb to that. I am quite happy with what I have and seek nothing to change my world.
In anycase... were I to asscosiate with anyone outside the family etc... I would probably end up having to kill them anyhow lest it was a business matter. "
Blake explained with an amused grimace shadowing his face.
"Oh... oh god..." He uttered with lungs empty of air after his sudden outburst. "You really are naive, aren`t you? Why would I want anything more than I have? I am quite happy with what I have, I have more than enough money to live in luxury all tough I did so even before I started taking contracts, my family holds me in reverance for my loyalty and record.
Also there is a certain type of pleasure in taking lives in this city... I think you, as an assassin, should agree when we look at the facts. It`s infested by the worst scum of this world, us included, and sometimes these streets need some cleaning. In my view we are simply doing a favour for the community, one way or another. In addition to that it amused me to no end that the residents of this city always strive to have more than they already have, never content, never owning enough. Then along comes someone poorer and thus he envies the richer person, he might hire an assassin to kill that person and in the flash of the blade the richer man`s world crumbles.
All his work and effort was nor naught, all because someone envied him. In the end it all comes down to one thing, primal greed, but I for one have chosen not to succumb to that. I am quite happy with what I have and seek nothing to change my world.
In anycase... were I to asscosiate with anyone outside the family etc... I would probably end up having to kill them anyhow lest it was a business matter. "
Blake explained with an amused grimace shadowing his face.
(It is "cóncavo" *nod nod*)
The tricksters and Bosco walked out of the Pit, "My car?" He suggested even when they all knew the tricksters had no other choice. Almost simultaneously everybody looked around before getting in the tinted-window/bulletproof car. Bosco and his goons did it as a small precaution, the thieves did it trying to spot the assasins. In less than a second the car was winding trough dark alleays and empty roads trying to mislead both the tricksters and any possible chasers.
The tricksters and Bosco walked out of the Pit, "My car?" He suggested even when they all knew the tricksters had no other choice. Almost simultaneously everybody looked around before getting in the tinted-window/bulletproof car. Bosco and his goons did it as a small precaution, the thieves did it trying to spot the assasins. In less than a second the car was winding trough dark alleays and empty roads trying to mislead both the tricksters and any possible chasers.
(Thank you very much, Mai. ^^ Also, I'm sorry for disappearing for a few days; I had to write a 10 page essay for English on pretty short notice. 
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"Mmph. I just wondered if you would get bored of it, is all," she murmured disinterestedly, staring straight into emptiness, as she seemed not to like staring at Blake's constantly contorting face all that much. "I'm aware that most of the people in this city have death coming to them one way or another; if you enjoy that much, I guess it's fine."
She closed her eyes, sighing softly; it seemed she had nothing more to say or ask the man anymore, probably a bit confused by his words. Common sense had told her that many people would believe in much different things than her; she just wasn't aware that people believed in such things so firmly.
)"Mmph. I just wondered if you would get bored of it, is all," she murmured disinterestedly, staring straight into emptiness, as she seemed not to like staring at Blake's constantly contorting face all that much. "I'm aware that most of the people in this city have death coming to them one way or another; if you enjoy that much, I guess it's fine."
She closed her eyes, sighing softly; it seemed she had nothing more to say or ask the man anymore, probably a bit confused by his words. Common sense had told her that many people would believe in much different things than her; she just wasn't aware that people believed in such things so firmly.
Nathaniel`s last words fell to deaf ears as Blake was more keen on watching the thief duo enter a car in front of the bar they had mentioned. As the car speeded off Blake began the pursuit, but never came too close as not to arrouse suspicion. The way they were trying to be shaken off the trail reminded him of his own little alley skippings, this was mainly due o paranoia and sometimes it couldn`t hurt to be too careful.
After following the car around for an half an hour, it`s speed seemed to drop and and Blake adjusted the throttle accordingly so that he would not speed into the vehicle they were following.
"Looks like we are closing in on the meeting area..."
He pointed out with a monotone voice.
After following the car around for an half an hour, it`s speed seemed to drop and and Blake adjusted the throttle accordingly so that he would not speed into the vehicle they were following.
"Looks like we are closing in on the meeting area..."
He pointed out with a monotone voice.
"Hmph." She stole a glance at the car ahead of them, rather calm. However, she thought that Blake was probably, under his stoic facade, close to panicking due to his paranoia.
"How far do you plan on following them?" she asked, starting to pull her sabres out of her coat.
"How far do you plan on following them?" she asked, starting to pull her sabres out of her coat.
Blake brought the car to a sudden halt, snapping out of his thoughts as he realized that he had gone far enough as they seemed to be nearing their destination. He kept staring ahead as the other car continued and glanced at Nathaniel for a moment.
"This should suffice..."
He stated with a bland tone before climbing out of the car and pursuing their target by foot, he of course decided to use the alleyways to make up for the speed of the car and remaining out of sight.
"This should suffice..."
He stated with a bland tone before climbing out of the car and pursuing their target by foot, he of course decided to use the alleyways to make up for the speed of the car and remaining out of sight.
The black car stopped infront an old building that looked pretty abandoned and close to collapsing...which somehow made it a good hiding spot for an illegal weapons merchant. The tricksters got out of the car just to be greeted by 2 human bulldogs with black suits "Rutinary measurements" Bosco said as he shrughed in a apologizing manner as he noticed Roxanne looking at the guns in the guard's belts, she just nooded trying hard not to roll her eyes as they walked into the building.
The girl frowned, following after Blake. Despite her general awkwardness and a personality quite unsuitable for an assassin, she was able to keep track of the man quite easily, as well as making herself seem scarce in the ambient of the alley. But, that was just the way she was when she wasn't irritated enough to be obstreperous.
"Oy, what's your rush?" she called out to Blake, in a low tone. Seriously, she just felt like shoving ten ounces of some powerful muscle relaxant down his throat. "They ain't far, and if the guy already bothered to drag 'em all the way out here, I'd say things are going smoothly. Relax."
"Oy, what's your rush?" she called out to Blake, in a low tone. Seriously, she just felt like shoving ten ounces of some powerful muscle relaxant down his throat. "They ain't far, and if the guy already bothered to drag 'em all the way out here, I'd say things are going smoothly. Relax."
"I`d rather be cautious than dead."
Blake flung his dry comment at her with a scorning glance for her constant nagging. He pressed against the wall and eyed the building the thieves had entered, the deal would commence soon enough and time would be of the essence. They would have to approach undetected or at least in a manner that did not cause the guardsmen to start a racket, alerting Cromwell of their presence.
"Speed is the key here... we either take the guards outside before they can alert their fellows or we approach undetected to slip in unnoticed..."
He offered his options to Nathaniel.
Blake flung his dry comment at her with a scorning glance for her constant nagging. He pressed against the wall and eyed the building the thieves had entered, the deal would commence soon enough and time would be of the essence. They would have to approach undetected or at least in a manner that did not cause the guardsmen to start a racket, alerting Cromwell of their presence.
"Speed is the key here... we either take the guards outside before they can alert their fellows or we approach undetected to slip in unnoticed..."
He offered his options to Nathaniel.
She turned away, and sighed softly. "... You should go on ahead inside after them. I'll take care of whatever goes on out here," she rubbed the back of her neck. "I figure, y'know, it would be best if we covered both areas, for good measure."
Nathaniel offered a 'third' option to Blake.
Truthfully, she just wanted to be by herself when she took out the guards. It would be kind of like a freak show seeing a one-armed, androgynous woman fight, wouldn't it?
Nathaniel offered a 'third' option to Blake.
Truthfully, she just wanted to be by herself when she took out the guards. It would be kind of like a freak show seeing a one-armed, androgynous woman fight, wouldn't it?
Blake chuckled outloud and glanced at her with a wide smirk on his face.
"Suit yourself..."
He said before disappearing to another alleyway that allowed him to circle around the front and approach the building undetected. Frankly it didn`t matter to him whether she lived or died, as long as she provided the diversion needed and made sure that no one interfered with his work once he was inside the building. Blake crept along the alleyways to emerge on the opposite side of the front entrance and spotted the back door, which was guarded by a man in a dark suit.
From time to time the guard made small walks around the grounds to ensure no one was around. Blake bided his time in the shadow of the alley and as the guard approached the alley, Blake flung a pair of daggers at the man. The first barely scracthed the guards wrist causing him to take a step back and the second pierced his throat. Already in motion, Blake ran towards the guard and picked up the daggers as he went by.
Blake made his entry and took a look around, he was in a small corridor and next to him were a pair of stairs leading to an upper level of the warehouse. He decided to procceed along the corridor, sticking close to the wall as he listened in on someone talking...
"Suit yourself..."
He said before disappearing to another alleyway that allowed him to circle around the front and approach the building undetected. Frankly it didn`t matter to him whether she lived or died, as long as she provided the diversion needed and made sure that no one interfered with his work once he was inside the building. Blake crept along the alleyways to emerge on the opposite side of the front entrance and spotted the back door, which was guarded by a man in a dark suit.
From time to time the guard made small walks around the grounds to ensure no one was around. Blake bided his time in the shadow of the alley and as the guard approached the alley, Blake flung a pair of daggers at the man. The first barely scracthed the guards wrist causing him to take a step back and the second pierced his throat. Already in motion, Blake ran towards the guard and picked up the daggers as he went by.
Blake made his entry and took a look around, he was in a small corridor and next to him were a pair of stairs leading to an upper level of the warehouse. He decided to procceed along the corridor, sticking close to the wall as he listened in on someone talking...
Am I supposed to be Cromwell too?.....*puzzled chibi*
(I´ll be Cromwell)
Cromwell`s men brough the two thieves into the warehouse and guided them next to a table in the middle of the large space. At the table stood a man, he wore a black suit and had his hair greased back, he seemed like he was all work and no fun, judging by the look on his face. But truth be told, only a select few actually knew what Cromwell looked like or what kind of person he really was to begin with. He had always sticked to the shadows and rarely met people in person, but these days he was extra careful and came to meet only the elite of his customers, only for a very good reason.
On the sidelines the rest of Cromwell`s cronies were standing guard and seemed rather tense about the whole situation except for one, who was smoking whilst he sat on a large crate. The man at the table stared at the two thieves for a moment.
"Good day Miss Fuchsia and Mr Ashes, I am Albast Cromwell. You must know of my current situation and thus understand my caution even when dealing with honorable partners. Show u... me the payment and you`ll see the merchandise."
From his hiding place Blake eyed the view of the warehouse, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
Cromwell`s men brough the two thieves into the warehouse and guided them next to a table in the middle of the large space. At the table stood a man, he wore a black suit and had his hair greased back, he seemed like he was all work and no fun, judging by the look on his face. But truth be told, only a select few actually knew what Cromwell looked like or what kind of person he really was to begin with. He had always sticked to the shadows and rarely met people in person, but these days he was extra careful and came to meet only the elite of his customers, only for a very good reason.
On the sidelines the rest of Cromwell`s cronies were standing guard and seemed rather tense about the whole situation except for one, who was smoking whilst he sat on a large crate. The man at the table stared at the two thieves for a moment.
"Good day Miss Fuchsia and Mr Ashes, I am Albast Cromwell. You must know of my current situation and thus understand my caution even when dealing with honorable partners. Show u... me the payment and you`ll see the merchandise."
From his hiding place Blake eyed the view of the warehouse, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
(Ohhh sorry :3)
The tricksters looked at everybody in the room, and before she could help it, a small snicker escaped out of Roxanne lips which she managued to disguise as a soft cough "Nice charade" She mumbled in an almost soundless whisper as she put the case carelessly in the table "Here's the money....for ALL of you to see" She said as she opened it, clearly giving SOMEONE a hint.
The tricksters looked at everybody in the room, and before she could help it, a small snicker escaped out of Roxanne lips which she managued to disguise as a soft cough "Nice charade" She mumbled in an almost soundless whisper as she put the case carelessly in the table "Here's the money....for ALL of you to see" She said as she opened it, clearly giving SOMEONE a hint.
There was a moment of silence before the man at the table reached for the briefcase and in that same second a volley of daggers flew threw the air as Blake sprung from his hiding place. He couldn`t possibly take them all out in one attack, but he managed to kill one of the guards and at the same time wound Cromwell himself in his shoulder. The rest of the guards drew their guns, aiming at the assailant and the duo of tricksters.
Blake didn`t really have time to worry about how all of this would play out for the thieves as he was too busy dashing into cover and throwing a dagger into the chest of one of the guards.
Blake didn`t really have time to worry about how all of this would play out for the thieves as he was too busy dashing into cover and throwing a dagger into the chest of one of the guards.
Noah calmly grabbed the case as a small skeptic smirk appeard in Roxanne's lips "That was....strangely easy" She said, and before anyone could blink twice she had taken a card out of her pocket and smashed it against the ground making the whole room drown in a thick white smoke.
Bullets began flying blindly through the smoke as the guards were hoping to hit someone and Blake took his time in the cover of a crate to avoid the spree of lead. As soon as there was a pause in the gunfire, Blake sprung towards the guards and eventough blind he managed to bump into one of them, sinking his dagger into the man`s gut. After slitting the man`s throat in quick succession, Blake remained silent and listened to the breathing around him and when he heard someone moving to his right, he sent a dagger flying through the smoke and charged at the man with another dagger in hand.
Roxanne managed to catch the dagger inches away from her face and grab his wrist just in time to stop him "Damn...slow down" She hissed in a whisper "I hope you realize we are missing our REAL target" Noah said to Blake as he loaded his gun.
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