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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 18, 2017 8:10:08 GMT -5
( morning )
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Post by gamergirl09 on Jun 18, 2017 9:22:12 GMT -5
"Only you can believe all is lost but I know with time, nothing is lost." so I promise to have my starter out before work... The last few days have been hectic for me.
"Not everyone can step the boundaries of time like you." (In rp)
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Jun 18, 2017 11:35:19 GMT -5
{ I love the idea of having every be split into three groups, it'll certainly keep things interesting ^-^
I'm debating with myself what I want to happen to V and I think although it would be interesting for her to be captured, it's not realistic for her to volunteer herself to be in that position. I think it would make the most sense for her to end up with the assassination group? Is that ok? }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 18, 2017 11:47:45 GMT -5
( I'm sure that's fine lol Rhyne probably wouldn't volunteer because he hates being confined but considering that he looks dangerous and acts more animal than man he'd probably be captured nonetheless )
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Post by gamergirl09 on Jun 18, 2017 13:16:37 GMT -5
"Only you can believe all is lost but I know with time, nothing is lost." Sorry it's short. I just don't know this character as I made him up for this...
"Not everyone can step the boundaries of time like you." Daniel was quietly watching everyone. He hadn't participated this time in the assassination if the people. Though he did sometimes use a little of his magic to help his comrades if something tried to wake one of the targets.
When it came to when he believed it was time to leave he jumped from hearing Kane's mental shout. Everyone get out now! Daniel chuckled at the timing of it once he got over the shock of the shout. Though with the next thing he heard he muttered a few choice words, Guards on the first floor, at least six.
"Serves me right for not being more careful." He muttered as he climbed out a window to make his way back to the meeting place.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 14:36:17 GMT -5
(Hello! I just finished Odette. So, what group would you prefer I have her be in? I mean considering her character she's pretty powerful and wise, but idk what you were thinking. I'm fine with either, honestly. Also, what exactly are the different groups going to be doing? I'm not completely sure, lol, sorry! I will try to get a response up later)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 18, 2017 14:40:25 GMT -5
[ while his character that he shows towards everyone is hard to imagine for him to be an assassin, i feel like jack would be the type to just step forward with this smile and hold out his wrists to be loccked up like "ah, darn. looks like you've finally caught me, lads. assassination is in me blood, ya got me. take me in an' bring me to rot in a cell, why don't 'cha?" or something along those lines. ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 18, 2017 14:40:33 GMT -5
[ ayy i'll get to finishing my post now c:
all the planning sounds good! & i'm good w throwing Ilai in wherever so like. just whatever works c; ]
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jun 18, 2017 14:52:48 GMT -5
[ It's up to you, Cres! The jail group is filling up so I think it would be great to have some people in the other two groups. The first will be the rescue group who is designated to bust the jail bros out of jail and avoid execution yada yada yada. The second group must complete a mission that is required of them, despite having fewer numbers than before. That is the mission where they kill some of the kings heirs, which is on the front page. Speaking of which, I should put this new plot up there... ] [ Okay so Jack can be the last person in the group. That puts at Zehmira, Rhyne, Arya, and Jack. ] [ Good ol' Ilai. I love him too. He should maybe be in the opposite group as Kade, to guide the efforts. Maybe the escape group? Or the assassin group, whichever is fine. I know you said you don't have a preference, Blue, but I don't either haha. ]
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 15:04:45 GMT -5
(Okay, awesome. I think I could see Odette being in the group with the mission involving the heirs. I mean she's naturally pretty talented and seems like she could be up for that kinda thing. Who else is in the group? And what exactly are they doing at the moment? Sorry for all the questions, I'm just trying to figure out where I should start before I type up a response)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 15:08:08 GMT -5
(Oh wait, so are we just starting with all of the assassins at the scene with the fire and stuff? i'm just reading over the last few posts now!)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 18, 2017 15:33:02 GMT -5
[ they just got done with a mission where they killed six men. one of them (rhyne) started the fire at the building and some of the assassins had to take other routes back to their little home, since the guards showed up earlier than expected. ]
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 15:36:57 GMT -5
(Thanks for the explanation, Momo. Sounds good. )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 18, 2017 15:58:52 GMT -5
( nah Rhyne didn't Start the fire, Zehmira did. Rhyne just stood in the way of some guards XD )
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 18, 2017 17:35:19 GMT -5
{ I am a useless child who still needs to finish his characters. And catch up on all this plotting, yikes. Everything looks rlly good though?? }
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 17:47:05 GMT -5
(I have my post typed and will post it after dinner!)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 18, 2017 17:50:20 GMT -5
[ ahhhhhhhhhhhh i apologize, i've messed up the names. i did mean her. i'll learn the names soon. ]
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jun 18, 2017 17:54:37 GMT -5
{ Hey hey, Glow. What's up? }
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 18, 2017 19:06:59 GMT -5
[ i'll do my best to avoid that issue again. ]
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Post by Rivermagic on Jun 18, 2017 19:14:22 GMT -5
(Mkay, can someone give me an update on what has gone down so far?)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 18, 2017 19:19:24 GMT -5
[ they just got done with a mission where they killed six men. one of them (zehmira) started the fire at the building and some of the assassins had to take other routes back to their little home, since the guards showed up earlier than expected. ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 18, 2017 19:42:25 GMT -5
[ s2g i am actually still writing a post if it wasn't abundantly clear already, i'm an abysmally slow typist haha ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 18, 2017 19:44:48 GMT -5
[ everyone has their own pace. no worries from me! ]
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 19:51:46 GMT -5
Odette Leclair
Odette made her way silently through the hallways of the inn, her head down. She was clothed in a simply white gown, which she had filched from a now-unconscious young maid currently stashed away in a closet. Odette had taken the time to give the poor girl her clothing; after all, she wanted to save her the shame of waking up in the dark with nothing to cover herself. Odette was always like that. She got the job done, but that didn’t mean she was merciless. She carried an old sheet she had found, folded neatly, and hoped that it would just appear as if she was going to deliver one of the tenants some new bedding. Her brown hair was pulled back in a simple knot, and she looked every part of the role she was trying to play. A scruffy looking man passed her without even a second glance, obviously not suspecting anything. Odette never had been one to attract much attention to herself. It was one of her specialties. He small lips curved into a smile at the thought. She pulled out her lockpicks and, resting the sheet on her hip, inserted it carefully into the lock hole. With a quick jiggle of the tool, the mechanism popped with a quiet click. Odette stashed the tools back in the sheets, where she had hidden them earlier, and opened the wooden door. It swung forward with a creak. The brunette surveyed the small room. It was one of the more luxurious ones, with a large window looking out on the city. The first room she entered was a sitting room. A chair and a desk sat in the corner, looking somewhat lonely. A heavy-looking ornamental vase sat hulking, eating up half of the desktop. The fireplace was empty. She looked around, but she did not see anyone. She moved forward, setting down her sheets on the worn-looking desk as she advanced. Odette moved forward towards the second part of the quarters. It contained a bed, a nightstand, and a small but rather nice-looking dresser pushed against the wall. No one seemed to be in the room, which was strange. She pursed her lips and was about to turn around when hands gripped her suddenly around the waist. Odette froze. The hands twisted her around forcefully, and she looked up into the face of the man who she had been sent to kill. His features were rather fine and he had tousled mahogany hair, but the sneer smeared across his face made him ugly. He looked her up and down, and she stared back in disgust. “Little girl, what are you doing in my room?” he asked, his tone slimy and altogether indecent. His grip around her tightened. Odette wrenched herself away, stepping back. He must have come in behind me, she thought, her mind working in overtime to formulate some sort of plan. “I was just delivering some sheets. I thought you had called for some new ones,” she explained quickly, blinking quickly. “I must have entered the wrong room. I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll be going now.” “Well, you’re not the prettiest but I suppose you’ll do. You won’t be going anywhere, dear,” he said with a sneer, coming towards her again. “Why don’t you-” Odette moved fast, flicking her hand towards the blue and white vase in the corner. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she sent a gust of air flew towards the vase to lift it into the air. With another silent series of commands she sent it speeding towards the back of his head at a lighting-fast velocity. It collided with his skull just as he was reaching out to grab her arm. He crumpled immediately, his body folding onto the ground. The jug-like vase shattered, soaking the unconscious man with dirt water. Odette glared down at him, stepping away from the puddle with a look of disappointment. “Tsk, tsk, you’re the one who won’t be leaving today,” she muttered. She bent over and reached to fish for something in her boot. Out came a small iron dagger, just large enough to inflict a severe wound. With a quick movement it came plunging down into his chest. Blood began to seep out of the wound, mixing with the water to form a murky red-brown puddle. “Well, normally I don’t take pleasure in killing my targets. You, sir, were an exception,” she said quietly to herself. Wrinkling her nose in distaste at the mess, Odette was just about to lean over and retrieve her dagger when she received the message. Everyone get out now! Guards on the first floor, at least six. The brunette straightened immediately, pulling her hand back. What could have gone wrong? They had planned out the assassinations down to the smallest detail, as usual. She used her limited sahte to enhance her senses just the tiniest bit, closing her eyes in concentration. Her nose was met with the bitty, acrid smell of smoke. Immediately, she knew what had happened. Stupid, so stupid. Why the hell did you guys mess up the plan? she yelled back, harnessing her magic once more. She crossed the room quickly, snagging her lock picks with one hand as she went. The girl flew down the hallway, shoving a startled older woman out of the way. She scaled the stairways quickly, making her way down to the second floor. One there, she swung herself out of a large window. She called a buffer of air her fall as gravity pulled her down to the street below, and her feet landed gently on the cobblestones below. The bitter smell of ashes and burning things — she didn’t exactly want to think about what was burning — impacted her more strongly now. She covered her mouth and tried not to gag as she made her way out of the side alleyway and into the main streets. Once there, she knew she was safe. The streets had always been easy to navigate for Odette. She was small, quick, and completely and utterly average looking. No one ever stopped to do a double take with her, and no one cared when she squeezed between people, barely a blur in the crowds. Her heart hammering in her chest, she maneuvered her way back to their home base. The small girl reached the Donkey’s Brew, breathing hard. She entered and made her way up to the loft, where she knew she would find her other partners in crime. Small feet hammering hard on the wooden stairs, she ran as fast as she could. Odette burst in rather suddenly. She glanced around, relieved to see several people back safe and sound already. “Glad to see you guys are okay. What the heck happened back there?” she asked, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Somehow, she managed to look fierce despite her stature. “Everything was going fine. We had no need to endanger innocent people by setting a fire. Anyone care to explain?”
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Post by вlue вlood on Jun 18, 2017 20:24:06 GMT -5
Ilai Fencarrow Smiling softly to himself at the enticement of food, Ilai didn't need any more motivation to abandon his current task. Pushing himself back up off the floor, he wrapped the half-polished dagger loosely into the fold of cloth and set it on the nightstand. The remaining assassins were still filtering into the loft; hearing Arya's soft greeting as she entered, Ilai gave her a joking two-finger salute in greeting. Rhyne, too, had returned in the meantime, and was crouched at the floor with his canine companion. He tended to give them their space. He was used enough to Ghost, sure, but that creature looked more wolf than dog to him, and while his childhood felt like a full lifetime ago - and in some ways, perhaps it was - warnings about not messing with wolves still echoed in his head. He would stick with wary respect.
En route, he grabbed one of the pastries from Jack's basket and stuck it between his teeth. He'd meant to go and see if Mara needed help tending to Zehmira's wound, but Arya's words to Rhyne caught his attention, and he turned his head back again, then noticing the dark blood staining the man's grey tunic at his shoulder. He would have tutted, but a full mouth didn't really allow for that. Still, the thought was there.
"I'll get some bandages n' stuff," he announced, only the words were muffled by pastry, and mostly came out as a string of incomprehensible sounds. Apparently he didn't feel any need to clarify, though, for he disappeared again to recover their medical supplies. They weren't so hard to dig out - they needed them often enough, after all. I mean, obviously they tried their best to avoid injury, but, well, scrapes and wounds were an occupational hazard. Anybody in their line of work had their own collection of scars, like a tapestry of their lives as assassins.
He returned promptly (uneaten s, with bandages and cloths, alcohol to cleanse if required, and the small box which contained needles and suture thread. Ilai didn't know enough to judge if Zehmira would indeed need stitches, but he figured he may as well provide, in case Mara decided it was necessary. He lay the little collection of supplies on the end of a bed, not trusting the cleanliness of the floor but trying to make the things accessible to both Mara and Arya.
Odette burst in just a moment after he set the things down. Ilai jumped at the suddenness of it, even though her footfalls had been audible on the stairs. Blinking at her enraged stance, he merely shrugged, and finally took a bite of his pastry. "No fire when I left," he answered simply, in an almost cheerily dismissive manner. Granted, that meant little given that he was gone from the scene before really even knowing if every target had been taken out. Any trouble that occurred after the fact was bound to go unbeknownst to him. Glancing between Mara and Arya, he queried, "Either of you need a hand?" Then, still enthusiastic but with a shadow of meekness, "An inexperienced but willing-to-help hand?" True enough, his healing and aid knowledge didn't stretch beyond what any assassin picked up by necessity in training and thereafter by coincidence in their everyday lives. Still, he didn't like to be sitting aimless if there was something of use he could possibly be doing - he was restless like that.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Jun 18, 2017 22:28:50 GMT -5
(works for me I'm cool with whenever, especially since Odette isn't going to be one of the people captured )
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