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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 27, 2017 17:26:00 GMT -5
( nah. He's not evil. He just holds a grudge xD )
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 27, 2017 17:59:05 GMT -5
(ooh, gimme a sec and I'll try to get up a quick response! And dang Rhyne is pretty darn scary xD)
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 27, 2017 18:01:07 GMT -5
[ i 100% would not get on rhyne's bad side if i could help it
heey cre! c:
ayy i need to stop procrastinating and actually start typing ]
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 27, 2017 18:06:22 GMT -5
(Same tho. What's up Blue?
Though tbh if anyone could take Rhyne on in a fight it might be Odette because she's naturally powerful and wise and all that being the "sage" haha. Plus she's the kind of person who would try to understand him better. But idk, he's not the kind of person you want to have hating you lol)
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 27, 2017 18:14:51 GMT -5
{ !!!
a reply from kade, best leader.
also howdy guys! }
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 27, 2017 18:39:30 GMT -5
[ aa not much cre just ticking along, wbu?
yoo pal! c:
zehmira's got some sound tactics i think ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 27, 2017 19:12:14 GMT -5
Ilai Fencarrow
Ilai jumped awake at the sound of the door opening, mind instantly alert. He couldn't remember if he'd always been a light sleeper, or if it was the assassin's life - and the quiet sense of an ever-present threat nestled in the back of his mind which accompanied it - had made him that way. He let himself relax again at the sound of Kade's voice, blinking against the sudden change of light as the candelabras flickered into life.
When the others had settled themselves into their temporary beds, Ilai had folded himself into a corner (he thought better with an upright head, he always insisted). The exhaustion must have caught up with him at some point, though, because his eyes were woozy with it, and his neck ached something fierce for the unconventional sleeping position. He turned it this way and that, trying to work out the pain, and scooted forwards closer to the centre of the room. He wasn't going to make his tired muscles work any harder than they had to be standing up.
"Just another day in the life of the Raven's Guild," he yawned, leaning against the side of a bed. His first thought was, this monarchy thing can't wait? But Kade wouldn't say as much if he didn't mean it. Beyond that, he simply waited for the other's to speak. Whatever needed doing, they'd make it work - one way or another.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 27, 2017 20:08:09 GMT -5
Vivienne “V” ParkNothing cuz it’s a short reply V was sleeping very soundly, thank you very much, when the door was rudely slammed open and the candelabras came to life, creating a very annoying flickering of light beyond her eyelids. Important matters to discuss? Ugh. Is my ruined sleep schedule not important? Nevertheless, she forced her eyes open and propped herself up on her elbows, squinting as other assassins gathered around the center of the room. With much willpower, V managed to bring herself to the end of the bed closest to where everyone was collecting themselves.
”Awww that’s great!” She huffed, pulling her knees up to her chin, the small puff of air causing the hair that had fallen over her left eye to be displaced. “Well we really just have two choices then, yeah? Leave our comrades to hang or split ourselves up again and pray that we don’t end up driving a metaphorical nail into the Guild’s metaphorical coffin.” Except there weren’t really two choices. There was just one. They couldn’t just leave those four to die, not when they were so useful to the team. The Raven’s Guild would be nothing without Zehmira’s interpersonal abilities, Jack’s charisma, Rhyne’s wild (intimidating) strength and Arya’s steadfast loyalty.
So there was really only one option. V just didn’t want to admit to herself that she cared.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 27, 2017 20:38:43 GMT -5
Cypress
Nobody dared to try and stop him as he wound his way throughout the rubble. The few people still within the city limits just seemed to instinctively know better than to cross his path - he could always effortlessly slip back into the aura of the mad boy he once was. His journey was all the easier for that reason. The city ended in a great chasm to the south and Cypress slowly came to a stop. He approached the edge, peering into the depths with an almost childlike wonder. He was met with only fire and shadow. A fitting place for him to go, and oh so full of delicious irony as well. The assassin couldn't help himself - he lets out a high-pitched little giggle, tossing his head back in pure mirth.
"Cypress?"
The voice causes him to nearly topple over and fall off of the cliff prematurely, his heart skipping several beats. Swallowing, the male turns around slowly, feeling his stomach drop with every inch he moves. There was no hesitation in her voice. And similarly, there is none to be found in her expression. Disregarding the tatter to her clothes and the messy swipe of dirtied hair across her face, she still looks every bit the impassive, mysterious woman he had always known her to be. There's a brief stab of spite but it vanishes as quickly as it came upon taking a closer look at her. There's traces of a faint, fading scars spiraling out of her left temple, tracing the pronounced cupid's bow of her cracked lips and the contours of her high cheekbones. The words emerge from her mouth in a slow, almost mechanical way. As if she's had to practice them over and over again. Her hands are clasping her cloak tighter, tighter around a frame far taller than his own yet she's the one trembling. She's found him, and Cypress inhales, preparing himself for the castigation that was sure to follow.
"I... remember. Not all... of it. But." She pauses for a second, closing bloodshot eyes. From crying or from alcohol, he wonders. She doesn't finish her thoughts, instead opting to give him the saddest, yet sweetest and most loving smile he's seen in a while.
"Oh, my little wanderer."
A door slams open and quite suddenly, Cypress is jolted out of a weird dream that he actually didn't mind too much - it had almost all of his favorite things! He groans in protest, grabs a nearby pillow and holding it to his chest, brings himself to center of the room and plops down. Despite his groggy state, the assassin immediately perks up at the mention of monarchy. His voice is husky, raspy, and far deeper from sleep but he eagerly begins to half-ramble. "Okay, but tell me, Kade. Does the royal mission involve blondes? I mean, it's okay if there are no blondes because I really just want a piece of one of them, yeah? Royalty is so bratty and I do love shutting them up for good." He's chuckling and he shouldn't be. Cypress is an odd thing, his laughter a cross between a giggle and an outright cackle. "But I do have a thing for blondies and royalty, you know. So just, preferably..." The mention of the captured assassins doesn't peak his interest quite as much and he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Though he doesn't make quite the same effort to stop what comes out of his mouth next.
"You're all awfully attached to the kiddos in jail. I've never known assassins to be so loyal, really." He drawled, "So sentimental. I notice you only say that the royal mission can't be postponed... but whereas, your friends in the prison..." Cypress trails off meaningfully, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin within his palm.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 27, 2017 20:39:39 GMT -5
{ DABS GUESS WHO'S SO EXTRA WITH THEIR REPLIES
Also, Cypress is ruder than originally planned, hmmm. Maybe it's the sleepiness. }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 27, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -5
Mara Nydia Alfhild The Veteran Mara had been a morning person when she was younger, thanks to the guild, that had changed drastically. She grimaced at the sound of Kade starting to rouse everyone out of bed. Wasn't that was she usually did? Last night had really done a number on her. No matter. This was all part of their plans anyway, or at least she was hoping for the best. That was when she was starting to push back her long hair into a bun or a braid, she was to sleepy to figure out what she was doing. Buns were easier to make anyway, so that was what the result was.
When Mara stood up from the bed she shared with Vivienne, that was when she crossed her arms over her chest. Was this even a question as two what was more important. Family was everything to this guild. Or so she thought. That was what she had tried to keep it as. She was convinced that they all protected one another, for better or for... She sighed while looking to the others for a moment.
"Family comes first." Mara stated firmly as she walked over to stand next to Kade. "Sure, we have business, but I think we all know that Arya, Rhyne, Zehmira...and even Jack, are invaluable to the team." She figured that this was a solid argument. Why would anyone question this from her in the first place. "I know that this mission is one of larger scale, which is why I think we should focus more on rescue rather than killing for once, there will always be more noble parties to infiltrate. I think we can all agree that nobles like to throw galas for just about anything they consider fun."
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 27, 2017 22:52:36 GMT -5
(I will get a reply up tonight!)
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 27, 2017 22:59:50 GMT -5
{ Hey Win, hey Glow.
Perhaps you've recently rubbed a lamp and have a genie you don't know about yet Glow :^
Also, I originally thought that I'd make Cypress apart of the kill the heirs group bc he'd be so excited but,,, what if he got stuck in the rescue group and now he's with people he doesn't get along with, trying to save people he doesn't care for like what
I'll flip a coin for it later or smth lol }
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 27, 2017 23:25:26 GMT -5
{ I'll just dump Cypress in the royals group and Evonne in the rescue :^
Do we know who's in what group now + which group will be smaller? Like you said, we do have uneven numbers lol }
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 28, 2017 6:17:38 GMT -5
Arya Paavai
It was not until they were in the cramped quarters of the cell that Arya's true panic set in. Of course, this was not evident on her face and was barely detectable within her body language. Only the little things would give her away, such as her tensed muscles with finger nails that dug into her palm, or the way she flinched ever so slightly when the door slammed shut. She wasn't feral the way that Rhyne was, she was practiced in her calm exterior, but she was terrified and every part of her was screaming to fight her way out.
Execution and what she had been through before were two very different punishments to fear. However, Arya would take death caused by a noose tightening around her throat until the bones splintered and the life drained from her body over what she had been through before she was found by the Guild. To her, the best way to die was a poisoned knife in hand as she took down as many enemies as she could with her. At least then she would remain a free woman and her gods and saints would judge her accordingly. Arya did not fear the judgment of others, her faith was strong and she needn't spend time worrying about the opinions of those who thought her to be beneath them.
The opinions she valued were those of the people in the cell with her. Zehmira, who could talk anyone into giving her what she wanted. Jack who never failed to brighten a sour mood and make horrible odds seem somehow a little less bleak. Then there was Rhyne, who despite his upbringing remained strong and fierce. These people and the guild were all that she needed and who she cared to protect.
Her thoughts dispersed when the guard shoved Zehmira forward towards Arya and slammed the metal door of the cage. She spun quickly with reflexes that could only be acquired through their profession and grabbed the other girl to steady her. She was worried about both her wound and Rhyne's and she desperately wished she had any sort of herb with her she could use to numb the pain and prevent infection. Prevention was really the only way to go, once a wound grew infected it was much harder to get rid of the illness than it was to prevent it in the first place. In addition to that, the injured assassin than would have to spend more time with Evonne which was maybe just as painful as the wound. She had placed the herb in Rhyne's wound after stitching him up, so she just hoped Zehmira's would heal well enough on it's own.
She took a seat on one of the small cots and placed her head in her hands for a moment in an attempt to clear it before she thought too much of the small space and how eerily similar it felt to the cage on the ship that took her far away from her family and into strange lands. Rubbing her temples had sometimes helped, but now the small massage did nothing to ease her growing nerves. Being with the others made it better and worse, she was happy she wasn't alone and was in the presence of people she trusted for the most part, but also she had to stow her feelings and fears to keep them from bubbling to the surface as a sign of weakness. It wasn't that Arya thought they would exploit her fear if she showed it; she just refused to allow that side of her life back in or lose their respect.
Her anxiety came in waves and each one would pass momentarily before it hit her all over again in a way that threatened to knock her down. She let out an exasperated sigh and tilted her chin towards the stone ceiling then back down to glance at the guards. Zehmira said she would flirt, a strategy that would indeed be smart if Arya could manage it herself. She had a hard enough time doing so with anybody she actually liked, let alone a person who didn't and wished her harm. Breaking bones was easier to her than batting her eyes and whispered with a silver tongue. It had never been her forte despite her pretty face. The best she could do was not look ready to kill the guards and look innocent as Zehmira did all the work.
Little bird.. The sickly sweet voices of the men that used to watch her cage on the ship danced into her mind. They had grabbed at her through the bars and when she backed away from one another was there on the other side. It was a game they played with her, reaching through the bars and seeing who could get her first, all the while hitting the metal and whispering the name they liked to call her. The memory made bile rise in her throat which she quickly swallowed and stood.
"You should both sit down, there are two cots so Jack and I will take the floor, that way you can rest up." Arya left out what she wanted them to save their strength for incase the guard were eaves dropping. Neither would be good in an escape if they could not walk and they had all agreed none of them were to be left behind. It was a bond she did not intend to break, so if any of them could not muster the strength she would join them in the gallows.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 28, 2017 9:41:37 GMT -5
{ Yes I was planning on V going with the royals group (: }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 28, 2017 10:31:39 GMT -5
( I will reply today if I can )
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 28, 2017 14:36:21 GMT -5
[ evenin' my dudes ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 28, 2017 15:08:21 GMT -5
(hey friend ^^)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 28, 2017 15:27:07 GMT -5
Odette Leclair
Odette awoke slowly, the sleep dripping off her as she entered the world of consciousness. Her sleep had been mercifully dreamless, and she was grateful for the good night’s sleep. However, she still felt the aches of her tired body and when a quick peek around the room revealed none of the others yet awake, Odette decided to embrace the luxury of staying in bed.
She watched through half-closed eyes as Kade slipped out, slightly curious. She almost threw off the covers and rose to meet him, but when he turned she saw the look on his face and could tell that he needed some time alone. So Odette didn’t stir as Kade exited the room, but instead took pleasure in the cozy bed, which she had not had the luxury of before. When he returned, though, she sat up immediately at his call to action, slipping easily off of the bed with a longing backwards glance. The girl stuck her boots on and padded over to the others. The young brunette proceeded to sit cross-legged, surveying those around her. She could tell that they were all still tired and fried form the stress of the situation. She let Kade talk, listening silently to the ebb and flow of conversation. Odette wanted to give others the chance to talk before she gave her opinion. However, when she felt tension rising over Cypress’ somewhat callous statement, she decided to voice her thoughts.
“Cypress, it is true that we are attached to them, but do not think us weak for that. They are valuable members of the team, and their skills are unmatched. Jack and Zehmira are the only two truly well-trained in dyerre, and Arya is extremely strong with tamir, which is rather rare. Rhyne is an anomaly in his own right. Think about how much time it would take to replace them if they were lost. Do you think we have time to find someone with the same power and then train them like Arturo did? I do not think that would be efficient,” she said softly, her voice soothing. She did not want to stir up a fight, and as usual she was acting as the peacemaker of the group.
“But I acknowledge the fact that we must not pass up the opportunity involving the royalty. We have waited too long for an opportunity, and I suspect that it will be a well-paying job. I believe that the best course of action would be to split up. Sending too many people in on such a risky assassination attempt would be foolish, anyways. Both missions are equally important,” Odette reasoned, trailing her gaze around the circle calmly. She had an air of wisdom and understanding about her as she spoke. “I suggest that we form two groups right now. One can stage the rescue, and the other can go on the mission involving the royal heirs and whatnot. I will be in whichever is necessary. That is, if you agree that this is the right course of action, Kade. And the rest of you, as well.”
Odette made sure to cede the decision to Kade. She didn’t want to appear controlling and knew that she should let him and the others make the final decision. That was simply Odette’s way of doing things. She fell effortlessly into the role of the advisor, with some leader-like qualities appearing in moments of crisis.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 28, 2017 15:27:32 GMT -5
(Salut! How are you guys?)
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 28, 2017 15:39:37 GMT -5
[ heyy win & cre! p good here, how about you? c: ]
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 28, 2017 16:30:31 GMT -5
(Hey Blue! I'm doing pretty well, though I'm tired and a little sunburnt haha. how's life?)
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