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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 14, 2017 15:17:01 GMT -5
[ thank you, win~
i hope so too!
i like putting down all my ideas for my characters otherwise i'll lose focus and forget about them. that's an issue i have; i can't focus on one thing for very long before something else takes my attention away. it's kind of annoying but eh. ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 14, 2017 15:24:23 GMT -5
Yes omg TRC is legit my fav ever I love it so much ;_;
Glow you're so lucky I'm v jealous but happy you experienced this!! They're performing in a theater near me and I'm so sad I walk by the murals when I go to the city and I die a little like let me in the room where it happens ya know what I'm sayin?? Which I had some money and desperately wish I could se the original cast
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 14, 2017 15:30:56 GMT -5
[ discovering who your character is can also be very fun~ it makes the magic of the role-play even more intriguing! ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 14, 2017 15:52:55 GMT -5
aa hopefully you can get back to that nerf! c:
where in scotland? c: [ if you don't mind my questioning haha ] & iceland is gorgeouss <3 definitely my favourite place i've visited hope you've had fun on your travels too! (( we went to Inverness, Isle of Skye and a few other places ^^ ))
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 14, 2017 16:10:22 GMT -5
(( we went to Inverness, Isle of Skye and a few other places ^^ )) aa skye is beautiful & inverness is sweet too, two of my flatmates are from up there c8 hope you had a good time <3
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 14, 2017 18:45:51 GMT -5
[ tfw at the time of this post there are 911 views ]
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 14, 2017 19:15:56 GMT -5
{ So close to 1000 haha Milestone }
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 14, 2017 19:46:29 GMT -5
{ Lolol Aight, take your time (: There's no rush }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 14, 2017 21:20:04 GMT -5
(Mwahahaha, it's all good)
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jun 15, 2017 1:26:36 GMT -5
Part One - The Escape Route
Kade teetered on the rooftop, his momentum from his ascent nearly causing him to topple down the ragged shingles. A man shouted from the balcony below. Casting out his arms to regain his balance, Kade turned his brown eyes down the stretch of roofs. The pathway, although broken, led deep into the heart of the city. Up ahead, one of his companions was already leaping from the building on which he stood to the one adjacent. He watched, momentarily still, as the dark figure raced into the cover of the fog along the drainage pipe. The moisture on the rooftops was enough to make his footing unsure. He looked down the drop off into the street below, where a few drunks were teetering under the orange streetlight. They did not see him, nor did they think to look up as the man on the balcony continued to cry out. “You get down here!” the voice was muffled in the mist. “Come face my blade for your crimes!”
Kade averted his gaze, tuning the man out. There was no pointing in moaning. What was done was done. Six men lay dead in the building under his feet, killed by Kade and his associates. Soon the police would come, but by the time they arrived, all suspects would have disappeared into the night. That was the plan, anyway. Kade was beginning to grow worried. It had been several long minutes between communications from his companions. It was enough time that he was beginning to consider possible hiccups. He paused, crouching against the chimney. The man below continued to shout up, but he ignored the voice as he peeled off his gloves. The sight of blood elicited a soft wince from the assassin’s mouth. There was a thin slice across his palm. Likely from one of the shingles or a sharp edge on the way out the window. He had only been in the building for a matter of seconds; his job had been done quickly and efficiently. He would have gotten out completely unnoticed had it not been for the man who walked abruptly into the room just as he was making his escape. It was the same man who was caterwauling down below. As annoying as the protests were, Kade knew the man would do no harm. He wasn’t agile enough to follow.
Deciding to leave the dressing of his wound for later, Kade threw his bloodied glove off the opposite side of the roof. He watched it fall, and then a flash of light in one of the buildings below caught his eyes. The glow of flames illuminated the back alley from the second story window. It was too bright to be from a lantern, which struck him as odd. “What the-” he muttered through clenched teeth. He was about to reach out to the others telepathically when he heard a shout from the street on the opposite side of the building. Down where the drunks had been standing before, came running half a dozen armed men.
Everyone get out now! Kade shouted in the minds of his companions. Guards on the first floor, at least six.
He stood at his full height and started jogging to the edge of the roof. The leap to the next was at least eight feet. He quickened his pace, gaining enough momentum that he was able to make the jump easily. Once safely on the other side, he began focusing his attention to the road back to the pub. The path he had claimed for himself was one of the fastest. The others would have to scatter, so that tracking them would be all the more difficult. The reason his was the quickest was that he needed to get back to home base before he could effectively communicate with everyone. It was once he was in the loft, and he could remove his own well being from his consciousness, that he could worry about the others.
Kade, he have a problem. It came most recognisably from Zehmira.
I’ll be back home in a minute and then I can help. What’s wrong? He tried to keep his mind open for communication as he sprinted down the length of the roof. Just a matter of blocks.
I feel it’s important to clarify before I tell you what’s wrong, that it is absolutely not my fault. The guy came at be from behind, and I didn’t mean to push him into the fireplace.
What?! Shouted Kade. He whipped back around, the image of the glowing window roaring back from his short term memory. Sure enough, as he looked back at the building from which he had come, flames were dancing out the downstairs window. You started a fire?!
The good news- Zehmira’s communication broke off momentarily. He guessed she was distracted by something. Attackers? Had she run into the guards? He contemplated running back. There was no way of knowing how many of the others had gotten away without using ataima, but he needed to concentrate on Zehmira in case something was wrong. It was strictly against the code to return for an associate that had fallen behind. It meant risking being caught. Besides, assassins died all the time. It came with the territory. Nonetheless, Kade could not shake the fear that washed over him. Alarms were going off in his head. The fire licked at the walls of the entire first floor now, turning the planks black in seconds. Screams needled through the night air, as if on cue. A man tumbled onto the street from inside the building, holding his throat as he heaved the soot from his lungs. Kade took a step back across the roof.
Zehmira? He called out mentally.
The good news is that the fire stopped some of the guards. I’m through. Keep going, I’ll catch up with you soon. As morbid as it was, he took that as her blessing to carry on without him no matter what happened. He needed to think of the others as well. He would best serve the group by getting back to the pub as soon as possible. Kade, Zehmira’s voice came again. I think I’ll need to shift. This window won’t open anymore and I can’t slip through. I only have a second. The smoke is getting too thick.
Shapeshifting, even for a master, was dangerous. It could mean being caught in an inhuman body if unable to regain the concentration and power necessary to shift back. Plus it meant losing gear and weapons. But if it was what was best. Do whatever you need to do, he told her. Just get yourself back to the pub. He quickened his pace further, no longer worrying about the moisture on the roofs. The night continued to darken by the minute. He glanced over his shoulder once to see smoke billowing from the house behind. Flames had enveloped the lower half of the building. Well, he hoped everyone was out safely. There was nothing to be done now but regroup.
His footsteps were quiet, practiced. Like a shadow, he slipped over the city, the streets undisturbed but for the few who had noticed the fire. The moon, although veiled, was a pale orb in the sky. It was always just a few rooftops ahead, never to be caught. And soon he didn’t bother. The pub came into sight, and he launched onto its roof in a final leap. Seconds later, he slipped down through the upstairs window into the loft. There was a candle lit on a nightstand. Someone had beaten him home. He did not bother to check who it was before sinking into a wooden chair facing the window. He laid no claim on it, but everyone knew the chair belonged to Kade. He occupied it during every mission, large or small, so that he could concentrate as he kept tabs on the assassins. He folded his long body into it now, dark eyes staring out the open window. He breathed in a breath of dust and night air before opening his mind. Immediately he was flooded with broadcasted thoughts from the others. One assured him that he was fine, and that the road back was clear. Another noted an injury and a change in path. The flood brought a wave of pain that throbbed through his temples. Telepathy at this scale was ill advised, but he focused on remaining available for incoming communication. He needed to be ready should there be an emergency. If someone was in trouble, he would do his best to find another in the area and send them to help. It was his job as the informal leader to keep everyone connected.
As he talked the others through their routes home, there was a clatter below the window. He flinched at the sound. Before he could react, a pair of claws latched onto the window sill and he watched with widened eyes as a ginger cat clawed its way into view. Initially he took it for a stray, and he considered shooing it away, before he realized it carried itself with an overconfidence that meant it could be only one person. He narrowed his eyes as Zehmira sat in the sill, tail curled over her dainty paws. There was a gash in her side, and dark blood matted the ginger fur around the wound. She let out a sharp meow before jumping down out of the window and limping past his chair. Kade was too concentrated to worry about Zehmira, but he listened as the cat’s soft rasps turned into breaths that belonged to a human woman. There was a shuffling at his back as she shapeshifted into her human form. Clearly she was injured. There was a sharp intake of breath and he heard her knees scrape against the wooden floors. He massaged his head as he tuned in to the others again. Is everyone on their way back to the pub? If anyone needs reinforcements, I need to know now. He waited for them to respond, scratching at the armrest with the nail of his thumb. His nerves were getting the best of him. This was not going as smoothly as he had hoped. He was beginning to worry about getting the entire group back in one piece.
Zehmira walked into his periphery, hastily dressed in a white tunic and training pants. Blood was already soaking into the fabric of the tunic. He looked her over, brow furrowed. “You should dress that,” he said gruffly. The young woman nodded, and for once she was silent.
The fog over the city thickened. Above the rooftops, the moon was swallowed by clouds.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 15, 2017 9:35:05 GMT -5
(( we went to Inverness, Isle of Skye and a few other places ^^ )) aa skye is beautiful & inverness is sweet too, two of my flatmates are from up there c8 hope you had a good time <3 (( it was amazing ^^ ))
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Post by gamergirl09 on Jun 15, 2017 10:59:33 GMT -5
"Only you can believe all is lost but I know with time, nothing is lost." Here... I've been busy and just realized that this should be open XD but here and ready to rp! Though I do have work today...
"Not everyone can step the boundaries of time like you." (In rp)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 15, 2017 13:09:35 GMT -5
Jack Minett "It only takes a moment to make a life-time choice." - x - Six lives had been taken in the matter of minutes. The man laying at Jack's feet had once been alive, his heart-beating and his lungs filling with air, then exhaling it. However, that cycle of life had been cut and it no longer was in effect upon the man's body within the room. Asleep in his bed, it had made a quick and easy kill. No struggle, no surprise shout, just silence that greeted him when he had slipped in through the window. Sleeping on the first floor, you would've thought that with thieves and assassins like him, that the man would have locked the window. It appeared, however, that he hadn't, which made it all the easier for the twenty-seven year old man to kill. Foot-falls weighted evenly and carefully placed to make his movements silent, the man went to open the door and slowly leave only to find that the door had been locked; twice.
"At least you had a little precaution, ole lad," he thought softly, giving a small amused huff through his nose and unlocking the door slowly. Most people had their sword on their hip. Jack, however, wasn't like most people. Instead of brandishing a simple sword or short sword, on missions like this he carried a long sword, custom-made for his hands only. The sheathe was made of leather and cloaked in black silk, but it still was there, all and all. He was a swordsman, so it was fitting that he had such a weapon on him when it came time for a job. Throwing knives were also upon his person, but not in plain sight. Best to keep those things for one hell of a nasty surprise.
In a nice inn like this, Jack might've stopped to grab a bite to eat, maybe say hello to a nice looking person or two. But this wasn't something as a typical night. A job had been done and if he wouldn't like to have a nice 'n tight rope necklace for the rest of his life, he needed to get out of here. Jack slipped up to the second floor, going through one of the rooms quietly and going up through the window, balancing with his feet on the base and jumping out onto a neighboring roof, his hands clenching onto the shingles that were made upon it. After a small struggle, the assassin lifted himself up onto the roof and got to his feet. That hadn't been particularly pleasant for him, the main cause of his struggle being his elbow, his left arm not having as much strength as he would normally like it to have. Having quite some arthritis in that elbow of his, the joint was stiff at times and could definitely cause pain if over-used. Hanging from a roof wasn't exactly the best way to treat your arm with that kind of condition. Yet, the Irish-accented man did it anyways. It was a part of the job, so he took it as it came. While the ground was an option, you could always find the man up in higher places, liking to be a bit elevated. Being closer to the sky seemed to be a comfort area for him, the higher up he was, the better off and more relaxed he seemed. It wasn't unlike him to choose the higher paths of escape, having balance and agility enough to be able to make it without too much struggle between the trees and roof-tops.
"Everyone get out now! Guards on the first floor, at least six. "
Oh? Jack straightened up and looked back down as six men went inside. That meant it was really time to scram and get out of dodge. Pulling up his hood close to his eyes and his scarf over his nose, the man began running from roof to roof, hopping and sliding over the shingles as he did so. He wasn't the best at telepathic communication, ataima magic not being his strongest area in the least. His elbow was a bit in pain, a few more slips causing him to wince and grit his teeth, his hands keeping him from falling, but his elbow making it so much harder to pull himself up. He had this though. He'd be safe as long as he just kept running forward, along the path of safety.
Eventually, Jack had to drop back down onto the streets and take a moment. It wasn't that he had to stop due to being out of breath, he just had to adjust his arm a little and make sure it wasn't popped out of place or anything like that. Sudden weight being thrown into it and sudden strain from catching himself from falling off a roof... that wasn't exactly something too light. The pain was only from the condition he already had, nothing out of place as of right now. Which was pretty good to hear. Lesson learned; don't run across slippery roof-tops on nights that his elbow was already sore. Having taken one of the longer routes, he wasn't one to mind a bit of scenery as he angled back towards his home. He tended to take the longer routes, letting others have time to get back. Hesitating by a certain area, Jack pulled down his scarf and hood, his feet bringing him past a certain house. A house of which where he grew up. He could just hear Zahra's voice telling him to get his rear end in the house and get cleaned up for supper, or the squeals of Khadija as she ran around him, trying to escape his grasp. But that was a faded memory, the house no longer holding such a eventual light of life to it. Noticing that the whole place had just gotten darker, clouds hiding away the source of light from the sky, Jack felt like it was time to go home. The one that he had now, not the one that he was already walking away from, the scarf and hood going back up once more.
There were a few guards about, nothing to really concern himself with as he was far enough away to not really cause suspicion. To make it a little more safer for himself, he stopped by one of the shops to grab some pastries for everyone and made his way back. Particularly he had bought some cookies in a basket, twenty-four to be exact. Probably should buy some more if he wanted to seem less suspicious for walking around at this time of night, alone and armed like this. It didn't really seem to bother him though and he mostly kept away from major streets and the paths that guards often decided to take.
Soon enough, his feet had brought him back to the Donkey's Brew. Glancing at the basket of pastries and then up at the roof, he gave a small sigh. He'd have to come back out to get them if he didn't want to climb with them. Noticing a stray dog nearby, he whislted and called it over.
"Make sure one one gets into this food. A treat will be in it for ya if you don't get into it yourself, lad." he told the dog softly, kneeling down to pet it. The dog agreed and after a couple of more pets, he laid the basket by the animal and quickly took a running straight to climb up to the roof, straining and wincing as he did so, pulling himself through the second-floor window and waiting a little bit to recover. Probably shouldn't have been climbing all those trees earlier. Mistakes were made, lessons were learned.
After taking off his weapons from his person and then going upstairs towards his bed, he let out a rather long sigh, a hand going to his face and his muscles relaxing. He was safe, the job had been done, he was home. The cloak could be taken off as well as the scarf that had seemed to be suffocating him. Jack was going to go reassure Kade that he was back before going back down to grab what he had bought. He went over to him and patted his shoulder.
"G'day, lad. This ole bugger's brought 'imself home. Am I the last one to do so? I made sure to take as long as possible. Like to see you have gray hair one of these years," his joking tone was graced with a smile that had light up his eyes in a friendly sort of light. "I got a 'lil somethin' on the way back home, I hope ya don't mind. It was far enough away to make it less noticeable and no one saw my face, I assure ya. Be right back."
With that, he made his way back down to the first floor, his left arm aching something terrible. Despite that, Jack had went back to the ally with the dog and gave the creature some gentle pats and such, letting it take a cookie for itself. Parting ways with the stray he went back up to the third floor.
"Oi, Kade." Jack reached into the basket and held out one of the pastry treats. "Would ya like a pastry, lad?"
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Post by gamergirl09 on Jun 15, 2017 14:19:58 GMT -5
"Only you can believe all is lost but I know with time, nothing is lost." I'll post a starter once I get off
"Not everyone can step the boundaries of time like you." (In rp)
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 15, 2017 16:35:51 GMT -5
{ I see long posts, I am excited
Although it's probably gonna take me like 2 hours to read through everything and come up with a starter of my own ahah }
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 15, 2017 17:57:17 GMT -5
Vivienne “V” ParkNew World Symphony - Dvorak Time moved quickly when there was a job to be done and it seemed to be only a matter of seconds before the six men, once very much alive, lost the ability to breath. And move. And talk (thank goodness for that). There was blood on V’s hands, down the front of her shirt, but it wasn’t hers and blood doesn’t show well on black fabric anyway. If she held her hands close to her, one wouldn’t even notice that anything was wrong. She looked like a typical young adult out for a night on the town. A good assassin doesn’t linger around the crime scene, that’d be plain stupid, and V wasn’t stupid. Yeah, says the one who’s still in the building. Her comrades were already on the roof, she was certain of that. Perhaps they were already on their way home. She was also certain that she should be quick to follow. Or actually, would it be faster to just climb out through this window, make her way up from there? Everyone get out now! Guards on the first floor, at least six. Chills ran down V’s spine when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps and flashes of light came magnified through the window panes. She cursed silently to herself for having stuck around too long, but it wasn’t too late yet. Certainly, she would be faster than a couple men weighed down by arms? The window protested lightly as she forced it upwards in one swift movement, sliding out feet first onto the cobblestone outside. The night air greeted her kindly but V had no time for nostalgia and reminiscence. The guards were close. Too close. Close enough that she feared they could see her figure in the darkness (god forbid they see her face). They were coming from her right so she took off running left, away from where she was supposed to be headed but there was no choice to be had. Kade, I’m going to be a bit late coming back. Had to change my route. She knew that the guards had seen her with all that yelling they were doing behind her and she didn’t have to look behind her to know that one was attempting to follow her. Idiots. They were only making things harder on themselves. Darting into an alleyway, V pressed herself against the bricks and as the guard came barreling around the corner, she caught him from behind, bringing her hand around to cover his eyes. “I’m sorry, my friend.” And when she dropped her hand away and fled, the guard was left stumbling in the darkness, left (temporarily) without sight or hearing. Finding a way to get around to the pub the long way wasn’t difficult. At this stage, V knew this town like the backs of her eyelids. Well, she supposed that if she was ever told to explain what the backs of her eyelids looked like, she wouldn’t be able to say much, but she knew enough about this town that she could at least navigate it properly. She ran and she ran and the more she ran, the more her mind wandered. Suddenly, this town seemed much too similar to Seoul for her liking. Suddenly, she wasn’t heading home to the pub but to a lavish penthouse. Suddenly, those flickering lights from the building she was running from were from a fire more sinister than the one she saw had been started there. But V practiced sahte for a reason. She pursued it this hard for a reason. If she can will others to see what isn’t there, why can’t she will herself to see what is? As the pub came into view, V forced herself back to reality. She all but snuck into the building through an open window and crept to the bathroom to clean up, not wanting to risk human interaction so soon after her mind’s little escapade into the past. The blood came easily off her skin and she changed into clean clothes (still black, still just a shirt and pants, but clean). She didn’t replace the choker, there was no point, and she let her hair down. She was contemplating just hiding out in her room for the rest of the night, but that would be irresponsible. And when she heard that unmistakable Irish accent offering up pastries in the loft (ok, he was only offering one to Kade, but it was practically an open invitation), she had no choice but to go greet her comrades. “What’s up, boys? I’ll take one of those.” Without waiting for a response, V swooped in and took a cookie from the basket between her fingers, retreating to the opposite side of the loft and sinking into a couch. “Bless you for getting these.”
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 15, 2017 17:59:58 GMT -5
{ It's not as long as your guys' posts, but I hope it's ok ^-^' Haven't rped in a few months, a little bit rusty }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 15, 2017 18:42:39 GMT -5
(( landed safely my loves. Driving back home now ^^ ))
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 15, 2017 19:42:28 GMT -5
Ilai Fencarrow In the space of a few short breaths, six lives met their unceremonious ends.
Stationed around a shadowy corridor corner, Ilai's part in this particular mission allowed him the privilege of a particularly speedy escape. Although the actual killings themselves were planned and timed so as to technically be executable soundlessly and seamlessly, where the assassins could make their hasty escapes in time easily evade possible capture, insurance was still very nice to have indeed. If they had the means to give themselves the best chances, Ilai was sure as hell going make use of that. Leaving the real deadly acts to a selection of his companions, Ilai instead focused on keeping any guards at a safer distance. A phantom shadow or illusionary sound could cause plenty of distractions, and while there was only so much simple distractions could do, it was a harmless and not too risky way of, if nothing else, delaying an alarm being raised, or staggering the guards' responses if that happened.
He needed to stick around just long enough to throw off a guard if by some incident they appeared before the deeds were done, but gone and unseen by the time they could respond to the killings. However, his complete lack of any skill in ataima beyond the absolute basics did not really allow him a quick and easy way of knowing when their six targets were out. They were here for their targets, not for picking unnecessary fights with hoards of guards. So, he relied simply on experience and judgement, and exited in a few agile movements via an unlocked window at the end of a corridor, and heaved himself up onto the roof, made hazardous with wet. He stumbled momentarily, but caught himself with care. By the time the others would be making their own escapes from the building - hopefully mostly by windows too, as per his plans - Ilai was already fleeing the scene, disappearing in a haze of fog and night darkness as he leapt from the roof to the next one with trained deftness.
The building where he'd stood only a handful of moments ago was very soon out of sight. Kade's ataima communications came to him just then: guards on the first floor. By now, Ilai could only hope the others had already made their own escapes. If there was any further need for his presence, Kade would let him know; in the meantime, the plan was to regroup at the Donkey's Brew, and that's exactly what he would do. It didn't take all that long; Ilai knew this city better than he knew himself, and even if he took a purposefully more complex route - just in case of watching eyes or silent followers. He did not communicate any of this to Kade. If any of the others did - or had already - land in some breed of trouble, he had no wish to distract the man from that. The rule was adamant: like how one does not run back into a burning building, it wouldn't do to return for any stragglers. Yeah, assassin's had a low life expectancy for a reason.
One last roof jump, and Ilai was stood atop the Donkey's Brew, and he swung quietly through the window into the loft. More affectionately known as 'home', and... yes, he really did consider it to be. Maybe it was a little unconventional, as were the housemates, but there was no question in his mind, it was home nonetheless. Whatever different homes they'd all once come from no longer mattered. What family they might have had before, this was their family now. That's what it was to be in the Raven's Guild.
Apparently alone in the loft, judging by the quiet and the dark, he lit a candle upon the nightstand to illuminate the room with a gentle, flickering glow. Them manual way, that is. His affinity for air lacked certain practical uses that a touch of fire was useful for. It actually took him a while to find a fire striker in the loft room - such things became obsolete when you had fire-hands in your company. In the warm, dim light, he changed out of his better fitted garments, designed for holding and using an array of weapons, into clothing more loose and comfortable, then headed briefly down to the second level of the pub to return which weapons he'd held upon his person to the equipment room.
By the time of his return, another had arrived back - their leader-figure himself. Though Ilai paused briefly, his eyes sweeping up and down Kade's form in silent scrutiny, he did not speak. He was already seated at his chair by the window, and Ilai elected not even to voice a greeting, but to leave him, for now, to his unspoken communications. No doubt he would still be checking in with their remaining comrades still to return. Not much else to do but wait it out, he wandered across the room and settled on the floor by his bunk, his back leaning against his lower bed, and in the peaceful quietude he methodically cleaned off a well-used but well-maintained dagger, allowing his mind to vaguely wander. He did not hear the clattering below the window, and his mind disregarded the furry ginger feline form which heaved itself up from the windowsill as a stray, and he didn't look to discover the truth. For somebody with magic relating to senses, his own could become very disengaged if he was careless enough to allow it
In fact, his attention didn't snap back to reality until a distinguishable Irish voice pulled on his wandering mind - or more likely it was the mention of food that his conscious latched on to. Only then did he note that they were suddenly a party of four.
"Did I hear talk of pastries? Do share, Jack."
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 15, 2017 19:44:48 GMT -5
[ sorry for actual awful writing ahaa my brother is up visiting at the moment so i didn't have time to write when my brain was actually awake and conscious :0
safe drive home, shard! c: ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 15, 2017 20:34:07 GMT -5
[ ah, i love this rp already. ]
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 15, 2017 22:34:16 GMT -5
It was nights like these that made Mara anxious. Anything could happen once they finished the actual task. After they killed those men... Their fate was going to be thrown up in the air, and they would have to scramble and twist about to try landing on their feet. Of course, they had to land on the right spot. She knew that she wasn't going to land herself in jail, not when she was unsure about the others. She closed her eyes as she was getting thoughts from the fearless leader himself. Things would be okay.
That was when she launched herself up into the air once more to land herself onto another roof. Oh, it made her chuckle every now and then to hear the screams of shock when they would find the bodies. After all, life was always a gamble, and it shouldn't be a shock when it gets cut short. That's what... No. She wouldn't think about him in a time like this. She still needed to get herself back home.
That wouldn't be too hard to do anyway.
Running through the night had been instilled in her since she had met the others. How long had that been? At least ten years, right? She pursed her lips as she had finally managed to reach home, surprised when she had been the first. She snapped her fingers to light up the candle on the nightstand. Sure, she knew it would probably irritate Kade some, but it was only on instinct. She liked to be the first one to hold down their fort anyway.
She looked over her shoulder to soon watch as the other assassins filed themselves in. A smile came to her face while she pushed back her braid. "Mmh, good to see that we're trickling in, and it's only been... An hour or so?" she teased gently as she was easily leaning against one of the windows with an easy smile. "Oh well, you all are clearly getting faster, and coming in with less wounds." she added with a slight laugh. Her eyes seemed to gleam a little as she was crossing her arms over her chest for a brief moment to collect her bearings. Then she sat herself in one of the spare chairs, soon moving it next to the window so she could keep track of who was coming in and out.
"Six dead, how much are we getting from that?" she raised an eyebrow to Kade before looking to Jack. "You better have brought enough to share with the group, Jack." she said, her voice instinctively becoming a little stern and firm, almost like a mother would do so.
She wanted to kick herself for saying such a silly thing. Why would that even matter? Their little vixen was hurt and she needed the attention! She could already feel herself getting a little anxious at the smell of blood.
"Zehmira, let me see to that..." She said while starting to walk over while picking up some bandages so she could at least start dressing up the wound. She gestured towards a seat so that the other woman could at least have the option to sit herself down. That was where one of her specialties came in. She was already using tamir for the team's benefit, helping them feel a little more brave, a little stronger... She was already getting used to stealing strength from the guards. "Just relax." she added while she was transfering energy towards the younger woman for the sake of making sure she was going to properly have her side heal up some more, or at least at a faster rate.
"You really need to be careful, you could have broken a rib." she chastised her while patting the top of her head, "Ah, you're going to have to take the tunic off, we've all seen the human body, there's nothing taboo about exposure." she said, not even wanting to hear any sorts of protests.
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