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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 22, 2017 9:20:33 GMT -5
{ Ah it's lovely ^-^ A bit emotionally draining as well I will start working on a reply }
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 22, 2017 10:02:22 GMT -5
Vivienne “V” ParkSymphony No. 3 Op. 36 - Gorecki The wheels of the cart clattered along down the cobblestone road, fading with every passing second from V’s ears. Almost unconsciously, she employed a bit of sahte to enhance her hearing, so that the cart may not seem so far away, but it, and her friends, only kept getting farther from her reach. Eventually, even her sahte-enhanced hearing could no longer pick up on the turning of those wheels. “We should go.” Kade had been silent for so long that V, quickly ridding herself of the effects of sahte, startled at his voice. “The house we aim for is ten blocks south and two blocks east.” She stood, straightening her back and bending backwards slightly to relieve some of the stress there. “One of you lead the way, I don’t care who. I’ll take up the rear.” There was an extra weight hanging off her left hip. She hoped it wouldn’t have to stay there for long. Someone took off from the roof before V could catch a glimpse of who it was. Fog was setting in and it was becoming difficult to see ahead, she hurried to follow before she was left behind. Left behind. Left behind…if only… Jack’s sword shouldn’t weigh as much as she felt it did. With every step she took, with every passing breath, the sword seemed to grow heavier, as though being apart from its owner was causing it to despair. It was her mind playing tricks on her, that much she could be sure of, and so V did her best not to think about the extra weapon in her arsenal. Unable to see all her comrades in the fog and knowing that they had left four of their own to fend for themselves made V feel lonelier than she had ever felt before. Back in Seoul, in that giant penthouse that should’ve housed ten instead of four, V hadn’t felt this alone. Even when her parents were away for days on end and all she had for company were the maids that came in and out and her little brother. She hadn’t appreciated her brother enough. He was three years younger than she and as a child in the fourth or fifth grade, he had seemed like nothing but a nuisance. When she was even younger than that, she had even despised him. Despised him for attracting all the attention of their parents when there was already so little attention for them to spare. You never know to appreciate something until you’ve lost it. She should’ve listened to her mother when she had the chance. And now I could be losing two more brothers. And two sisters, to add insult to injury. It wasn’t long before they arrived Eduardo Castile’s humble abode. The place was...magnificent. Once, V would’ve felt right at home in a place like this, but years of training and of life as an assassin seemed to have stripped her to the bone and she was awestruck by how grand the building looked on the outside. And as much as she doubted she’d be able to fit into a place like this in her current state, with her current lifestyle, she feared just as much (if not more) that the transition back into a state of affluence would be much too easy for her. The interior of the building was even more fantastic than the exterior, if that were even possible. Eileen Castile’s stern reminder that shoes would normally be asked off in a place like this (in a home) had V reeling with nostalgia. She bowed slightly, stiffly, to the Castiles as Kade started moving off to find their room before following quickly behind. There were six beds in the room they were given. So six of them would have to share their bed with another. That was fine with V, she might actually prefer this arrangement in a time like this. The room itself was spacious, warm, and ominous in that it reminded V of a time long past. Thankfully, they would likely not be spending much time here anyway. “Hey.” V spotted Odette among the group of assassins that were left, moving to her side. “We’re both pretty small. Share a bed with me?” Was it selfish, that request? Was it selfish to want to share a bed so that there would be comfort in not just the knowledge, but the feeling that she wasn’t alone? Was it selfish, to ask another to give up being alone for a night, so that V could pretend that the warmth coming from the other side of the bed meant that her family was still perfectly intact? Yes, perhaps it was selfish. But it was also selfish not to volunteer to go in place of Zehmira or Jack or Rhyne or Arya. It was selfish of her to be here right now. It was selfish of her to have left her home in the first place to become an assassin. V’s life was built off of selfishness. But then, isn’t that exactly how she’s been taught to live?
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 22, 2017 10:42:53 GMT -5
(Okay, can someone teach me about these background mediums to put on posts?? I feel like the weak link when it comes to typing out responses, lol)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 22, 2017 12:04:24 GMT -5
( quote someone's post and you should see the second line of code after the {quote} stuff that has a place to stick a URL. Plop your pics URL in there and you're good to go )
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 22, 2017 13:06:43 GMT -5
(Oh my goodness, thanks! This makes so much sense now!)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 22, 2017 13:37:56 GMT -5
( no problem (: happy to help )
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 22, 2017 14:37:21 GMT -5
Mara Nydia Alfhild
"The Veteran"
“We should go.” Mara easily felt her stomach gturn to ice at those words. No, there had to be another way to fix this. The last thing she wanted was for someone else to take a fall for the team's sake. She looked to the others, getting a sense of how grim things looked to them. It was clear that she couldn't let this slow them down for long. She took a quick walk about the room to pat their backs and shoulders. "We'll be okay, this is only temporary." she insisted gently while starting to activate her tamir to at least give them her courage and strengthen them up for this last journey for the night. They were going to need all the help they could get out of this.
“The house we aim for is ten blocks south and two blocks east.” She knew the house well. It felt so strange to be heading back to such a safe point. Of course it was only because they were in such an emergency. “One of you lead the way, I don’t care who. I’ll take up the rear.”
"I got the lead." she stated while taking a stance and gathered up her wits. "Keep close and silent and we'll be fine." she was doing her best to keep calm for the sake of the others. She was the most experienced, save for Kade and even Ilai. No matter, she was taking initiative and being responsible, like usual. The fog had to be the most challenging part about this travel. But that was why she was relying on this team to keep close and not stray too far. For her, she was relying more on instinct and memory. How long had it been since she had even thought of Eduardo Castile? Probably not too long ago. He was hopefully going to be welcoming enough. That was what worried her the most about this trip. Thanks to giving her own courage to the others, this was causing Mara to start worrying about what was to come, and what had happened in the past. No. She already felt tears in her eyes as she was starting to remember something Darius had always told her. Now wasn't the time to savor the fading memories she had of him. It was hard enough to know that he was gone and there would be no way to reach back to him. That was thanks to this profession of hers. She couldn't keep anyone but her team close, and consider them family. You're different from the other women, I've never seen a woman with such beautiful dark skin... She bit her lip hard as she pushed herself onward. She could allow herself to wallow in what self pity she had. Now wasn't the time, and she would yell at herself later for that. But he made her feel like she could do something more than just end lives. Granted, he hadn't been such a lovely person to begin with, but he made her doubt if Arturo was as glorious of a person to begin with. Of course not. She was certain that Darius's influence made her doubt, which caused her to fall from his favor of being any kind of prodigy. Then again, she was sure that Arturo chose Kade since he reminded him of himself, there was always a hint of narcissism in those choices.
Nevertheless, Darius had been worth that fall.
She nearly stumbled over a tile in the roof. That was when she paused to take at least three seconds to get her bearings. The fog was becoming more of a bane than a friend to them. Gritting her teeth, the pushed herself up to leap into the air once more, glad to feel herself getting closer and closer towards their goal.
A she pushed the team forward, she caught a change in the air, at least Kade was able to call up to assure her of it. Mountains, late snow, a glow in the distance with a parting of the fog... Good, they had a chance.
She hesitated as she slowed the team down to their location. Like the others, she looked to Kade for his judgement. At least he was able to nod. Good. This was good. She braced herself while proceeding to climb herself down off the fence. Jumping down would have obviously been brash and stupid for them all. Lots of broken ankles would have to be mended. The thought almost made her laugh.
Mara was just as in awe as anyone once they arrived to Eduardo Castile's estate. She reached out to touch the descending petals, soon having to brush them off of her hair with a slight laugh. She was tempted to throw a coin into the fountain for luck, but luck hardly existed in their line of work. Now if only she had someone by her side to genuinely enjoy the sight with her. But no. That would never happen again.
She gave the group a stern, motherly look as Kade was reminding them of manners. The last thing she needed was for at least three of them to get the team thrown back out into danger, or at the very worst, cut off from the patronship.
As soon as the old woman mentioned taking off their shoes, she bowed apologetically before proceeding to slip off her boots and setting them down to the side of the door. At least that would be the only mistake they made for the night, or was it morning? No matter.
At the mention of grandchildren, Mara fought the urge to go and investigate for herself. After all, she wanted to be reminded of the fact they had a responsibility to keep themselves a secret in this house. If children were at stake, she would personally skin her teammates if they so much as sneezed in their direction. That probably wasn't the best priority to have, but she took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself for the time being.
As she was relaxing, she was also making sure that her tamir abilities were starting to normalize as the whole team was going to be resting.
As they all walked to their room, she reached behind her head to unbound her braid and let it loose for once since they could actually rest. She let out a relieved sigh as she even bothered to take her jacket off. Now maybe they could enjoy the comfort for at least a moment.
Of course she still felt guilty for leaving the others behind. If she could do things differently, she wouldn't have hesitated, but that could have risked the safety of the innocents. What could have been different?
Great, she was dwelling over the past all over again. She grimaced at herself before walking towards one of the beds with an easy sigh. Ten assassins and six beds? Oh they had dealt with worse things.
"Arya, if you need a bed, you may as well share with me, we don't need any bickering, plus a man and a woman should only share a bed if they are married..." Mara didn't want to be the stickler, but if no one else brought it up, who would? It almost made her nostalgic, having to constantly refuse Darius because he wanted to stay a night. Not only was it because of what she did, but it was that simple custom. She closed her eyes in contemplation, maybe she would be able to dream of him? It was only a fool's thought.
She sat herself down at the edge of the bed and was already arranging it so one of the other pillows was on the other side. Sure, she would probably get a constant smell of feet, but if that was the only downside, that was perfectly fine with her. Wait, Arya was imprisoned with the others... She bit her lip in realization, now feeling guilty for leaving them behind all over again.
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 22, 2017 14:46:24 GMT -5
Ilai Fencarrow
Outside, though the air was cooler, the tension hung in the air even thicker than the visible fog that was setting over the city. The rumbling and clattering of the cart filled their ears. Ilai suppressed the almost instinctive reach for sahte to follow the sound; this was not a noise he wanted to hang onto. On the other hand, he had no fondness for silence. He had a tendency to fill gaps of silence with aimless chatter, and to be made to wait here immersed in one was a piercing discomfort. He did not hesitate when Kade finally straightened up and gave the instruction; Ilai took off after Mara's lead with eager haste.
He welcomed the distraction of movement - something to pin his concentration on. Counting the blocks - ten blocks south, two blocks east - occasionally harnessing a touch of sahte to amplify the sounds of footfalls behind him, and keeping his eyes trained on Mara, ahead. Confirming that despite the obscuring fog and dull sense of melancholy that settled somewhere in his chest, they were still together. Nine, not thirteen, but he knew without doubt that nine was better none. He felt the pain of leaving behind their friends - no, their family - as acutely as anyone, but he was also confident in the decision they had made. He trusted Kade's judgement; their leader figure had proven himself worthy of that trust a hundred times over before, and he had no reason to question it now. He also did not believe in such things as foolish heroism. Oh, he would do all a man could do to get their four prisoners out of this situation, but none of them were stepping a foot near that place until they had a damn good idea of how they were going to do it.
They slowed as they reached the final block, and in a line they dropped down within the high stone halls of the Castile property. Dropped down, it seemed, into another world altogether, one of beauty and opulence which the Donkey's Brew could never have hoped to rival. And, impressive though it was, it was hard not to think, as they stepped into the small hallway, about how not home this was. Of course, this was only temporary. A permanent solution to their homelessness would come up fast on the agenda. Would it always feel like this, though? How could another place become home with the loft? Without their bunks and familiar training room? How could another place be home without Bernard and Hugo, and the raucous pub-goers roistering two floors below them?
How could another place become home without Arya and Zehmira and Jack and Rhyne?
Still, the Castiles were good to put them up in an emergency. He murmured his own thanks before Kade lead the group to their room. Though simple in what it offered, it was still a space of alien splendour. Made to house six, but an assassin knew to never turn their nose up at a bed, even a shared one. Yet, sleep did not really beckon. Though his body ached with fatigue, his mind was so, so awake. His eyes felt no heaviness. It was a familiar feeling. The same thing happened any time there was an assassination that needed planned, or any time something weighed heavy on his mind. Sometimes, sleep evaded him for no apparent reason at all. A full night would pass and the tiredness wouldn't hit him until the following afternoon or night - or, in the worse cases, for yet another night over.
Here, though, Ilai found himself pacing the room quite aimlessly. In the loft, it was easy to spend these pensive, sleepless nights by the lone window, with the light of the moon or a single candle and the peaceful sounds of sleeping comrades around him. In this smaller, grander, yet windowless room, he felt a little lost. Where were the others now? Still trapped on the cart? Already in the confines of cells? Were they still together? Separated? He hoped they were together. He didn't like to think of Rhyne, trapped, alone. He didn't like to think of Zehmira, injured without anybody to aid her.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 22, 2017 16:18:52 GMT -5
Odette Leclair
Odette watched sadly as the so-called “carriage” carried her four friends away for good. The finality of the situation was terrible; they had never been separated like this before. Their strength had always been in numbers. Now she wasn’t sure how they would fare without the others. It was a terrible thing. She sighed and turned away, not wanting to watch as it disappeared from view, her brown eyes shadowed in the folds of her black cloak. We will get them back, she reassured herself, taking a deep breath to clear her head. In times like this, she had gained a reputation for staying sharp and clear-minded. She had no intention of dispelling that notion, especially in a time so hard for them. “We should go.” She turned to look at Kade, and she could see the guilt and worry etched into his expression. If there had been more time, she would have gone over to comfort him, but there wasn’t. He was right; they needed to leave. So off she went, falling into the middle of the pack. She was perfectly content to let another lead the way, and she knew Kade needed some time alone at the back of the group. Her feet striking the street, she ran, air catching the black fabric and causing it to billow slightly behind her. She couldn’t help but cast a sad glance back at the Donkey’s Brew. It had been her only home for over a decade, and leaving it felt wrong somehow. It had not always been the most pleasant place to live, but still, it had been her home. It had been the place she had come back to at night after a hard day, the place she had cried silently when no one else was awake to hear. It had been the place she had laughed with the other assassins, the place where she had practiced her skills. She had never liked leaving. Before the Donkey’s Brew, she could still remember being ripped away from her old home. It had been magnificent, richly furnished and large, with plenty of room for her to play. She could still recall the arched ceiling of the foyer, crafted of marble and decorated with grand mosaics high above her head. But the luxury of her old home had come at a price. Her parents were full-time as doctors, and there had many nights when they had returned, tired from work, to drown their exhaustion in alcohol. The screaming had never been pleasant, and when the fights came they once airy, spacious house had always seemed to turn monstrous and unwelcoming, waiting to swallow her whole. And then when her father had died, her mother had practically shoved her at Arturo when he had showed up, grabbing at her with rough hands. “Go with him, Odette. I don’t want you. Don’t look back.” Those had been her mother’s last words to her, and they had seared themselves into her soul. "Don’t look back." Remembering that, she turned, resolute in her decision. She would not look back at the Donkey’s Brew. It only brought heartache and sadness, and Odette knew she needed to stay strong for the others. Arturo had taught her how to stay strong all those years ago, when he had dragged her, tearful, to meet the others. She had sat on her bed, refusing to move, silent tears trailing down her face, until Arturo pulled her off the bed, glowering. “Shut up! Forget about your past life, your home. They are nothing to you. I am your future, little girl. Look to me from now on.” Forget. Odette needed to focus on the future now, focus on making it to their temporary hideout and then after that focus on planning a rescue. This mission dredged up far too many painful, crippling memories for her liking. When the reached the house of Eduardo Castile, Odette followed silently, letting Kade do the talking. He knew what to do, and she didn’t want to interrupt. Stomping her boots to rid them of any mud at Eileen’s prompting, she entered alongside the others, glancing around the small entry parlor and noting any exit routes in case of emergency. She was impressed the by grandeur of the place; it was a bit fancier than anywhere she had stayed before. Odette entered the room with, surveying the beds. They looked plush and comfortable. She knew some of them would have to share and because she was small she knew that trying to claim on all for herself would be selfish, not to mention ridiculous. The brunette was just about to turn and suggest that she share with someone when V came up to her and asked. Odette smiled at her. It was a bit of a weary smile, but a smile nevertheless. She looked into V’s eyes and immediately she could see the desperate worry resting there. Odette had always been good at reading people, and V was no different, especially since they had known each other for a while. Odette saw the need for companionship lurking in V’s expression, and she knew that she would never turn down the opportunity to help soothe her fears. At a time like this, they all needed to support each other. “Sure, I’d love to share. How about we take this one?” she said softly, pulling the knapsack from her shoulders and moving to sit on the middle bed on the left, which was so far unoccupied. Odette turned to look at the raven-haired girl beside her. “It’s hard now, but we’ll be okay. Kade will lead us. I’m sure we will help them escape. I’ve been thinking, and it was not selfish of you — of any of us, for that matter — to not to be captured alongside them. They don’t begrudge us. It’s all part of the plan,” she murmured, daring to take a guess about what V was thinking. She kicked off her worn boots and slipped under the covers, waiting for sleep to come.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 22, 2017 16:36:53 GMT -5
( Rhyne definitely holds a grudge lol )
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 22, 2017 16:38:12 GMT -5
(lol I can tell. oh well, i mean Odette doesn't want to freak V out but yeah xD)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 22, 2017 16:56:31 GMT -5
( Rhyne is the definition of grudge holder lol XD )
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 22, 2017 17:28:54 GMT -5
(hey guys I'm going to disneyland for a few days!! I won't be back until the 26th I'm sorry to hold up rping but plz don't do too much without me D: I'll try to get in one last reply before I go but I'm running short on time)
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 22, 2017 17:34:12 GMT -5
[ aa that's exciting win! c8 have a good time!!
also real talk where's Ghost now dogs are the most important lmao <3 ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 22, 2017 18:43:37 GMT -5
(Thx guys I'm so excited!!
Plz don't do the rescue without me though or anything too crazy! ;_; )
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 22, 2017 18:49:17 GMT -5
(Thank you for not moving too far without me!! <3 Hopefully Arya won't miss too much prison bonding lol I'll talk to you guys later c: )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 22, 2017 19:54:42 GMT -5
( Ghost has become the rp ~ghost~. What shall become of him? Time will tell )
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 22, 2017 20:48:23 GMT -5
{ I finished a majority of my healer and half of the wild card and they both act nothing like you'd expect from an assassin? I'm dead.
Anyways, time to read through all these new pages! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 22, 2017 23:19:12 GMT -5
( sounds good. I am gonna do Rhyne's form this weekend so everyone can learn about my boy )
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 22, 2017 23:24:39 GMT -5
{ I'll probably jump in sometime tomorrow! If I can figure out where to toss in one of my ocs, of course ;;;
Also, everyone's replies are so pretty and long and descriptive and I died reading through them all?? }
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 23, 2017 18:01:46 GMT -5
[ evenin' dudes ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 23, 2017 18:18:27 GMT -5
( hey (
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 23, 2017 18:35:07 GMT -5
[ ayy how's it goin' shard? c: ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 23, 2017 19:07:40 GMT -5
{{ pretty good, just chillin. you? }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 23, 2017 20:06:48 GMT -5
{ No worries Glowbby }
{ dude I saw a brain examined in my pathology internship today O.o }
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