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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 21:46:36 GMT -5
Lucia called considered it, chewing on her lip as she thought it out. She’d never been relied on to make a decision, and to be honest, it kind of shocked her. “We’re probably too far away for them to see it,” she began, twisting a lock of pale auburn hair as she was wont to do. “Yes,” she decided, kneeling on the ground and digging around in her big satchel. (Think of it like a backpack) She pulled out two tightly wrapped woolen blankets and carefully set them on the flat but rocky floor of the cave. The assassin dig around some more and fished out a pack of food consisting of somewhat stale bread, cheese, and two apples.
“Our dinner,” she announced, walking over to August and setting the food on a thick cloth. Now was the hard part. Did she dare do it? Yes. It was the only way he would trust her. And trust was important if they had to complete the next half of their mission which was tomorrow night. Deciding on it, she pulled out her daggers from her sleeves and threw them to the far side of the cave where none of their things were. “Now you can rest easy knowing I won’t kill you.”
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 22:17:19 GMT -5
August nodded his assent, shedding his heavy cloak in preparation for his search for wood for the fire. He was warm enough in his thick pants, boots, and long sleeve shirt that rose high on his neck. He was thankful for their relatively dark coloring - it would make sneaking around at night all the easier. As Lucia prepared they're meager meal and set out blankets, August adjusted the straps of the sheaths around his wrists, then the buckles of the harness that drew tightly across his chest and ribs, which held rows of smaller throwing knives.
He murmured his thanks when Lucia set down the food, but his fingers paused when she threw her daggers to the other side of the cave. He blinked, surprised for the second time that night, and looked away from the discarded knives and back to Lucia. "And who's to say I won't kill you, now that I know you're unarmed?" Though, he figured, there was no way of knowing those were her only weapons. August himself carried several spares in the soles of his boots.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 9:59:45 GMT -5
Lucia tugged off her deep red cloak, planning to use it as another blanket later. She shivered a little in her peasant trousers, leather, laced boots, and thinner long sleeved shirt, but for the most part, it did the job in keeping the cold out. The woman hissed as she stretched her injured leg out, gingerly feeling it. She set out her other weapons - small poison-tipped darts, throwing knives, an almost sword-like knife, and several other various items - closer to her daggers on the other side of the cave. She limped back, an eyebrow raised at August's comments.
The assassin wasn’t stupid; she’d already thought of his questionable before deciding to throw her daggers. “Because you need me,” she declared, settling down on her cloak and tearing a piece off of the bread. “Without me, you won’t be able to finish the mission.” It was true. The two were specifically chosen to carry out the mission by Duchess Aurelia. She could’ve picked from many other assassins, but for some reason she had wanted them. Supposedly together. The ginger chewed on her bread slowly, watching the man. She could get a gauge of what he was thinking. “My weapons are over there,” she nodded to where they were. “And besides, even if I had more, in order to get the gold, I need you.”
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 27, 2017 12:08:37 GMT -5
August hesitated, clearly arguing with himself in his head. Logically, he knew she was right. His instincts told him to never be without his weapons, especially when in the presence of another assassin. It took pure willpower for him to loosen the straps of his cuffs and harness, shrugging them off with obvious reluctance. The movement made his side ache and he dimly registered that the fabric of his shirt was stuck fast to his ribs, though the dark color hid the bloodstain. It'd stopped bleeding a while ago, but he knew it'd start again as soon as he tugged the material from the wound. It wasn't serious, as long as he kept it from getting infected. The alcohol and cloth bandages he kept inside his cloak would help, and he reminded himself to tend to both of their injuries when he returned.
August set his weapons down in front of her, the reached for the inner soles of his boots, unlatching the knives there and leaving them with the others. "Save me some," he said, nodding towards the food, and backed up towards the entrance. "I'll be back in ten minutes," he promised, before disappearing from the mouth of the cave into the darkness of the forest.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 13:48:57 GMT -5
Lucia noted - with some amount of satisfaction - his struggle of parting with his weapons. For a moment she thought he’d never dare let them go, and she got a bit uneasy realizing her knives were on the other side of the cave. After all, they were both assassins and a free chance to get rid of the competition was always welcome. But when he forced himself to drop his weapons, she felt a sort of gratitude and pleased surprise toward the man. She could tell he wasn’t keen on parting with them, and that made her appreciate it even more. With growing concern, Lucia saw the brief flash of pain on his face, and she knew that would be his rib cage wound.
But she didn’t protest his going out, though she knew it might be risky. Men like the other assassin wouldn’t listen, no matter how logical your argument was. “Okay,” she called after him, leaning back and taking a bite of her apple. “If you’re not back by then, I’ll just assume your dead!” The ginger was charming like that,
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 27, 2017 14:17:00 GMT -5
"Fair enough!" August called back, turning his back to the cave before she could see the smile on his lips. The hill was steep, but there was no shortage of loose branches. He collected an armful of the thicker sticks he came across, as well as a good amount of brush to fuel the flame. He spotted a wild hare during his search, and mourned his throwing knives. He probably could have killed it with one throw, and they would have had a much more filling dinner. Brushing off the disappointment, August determined he had enough material, and headed back towards the cave. He hadn't wandered far enough for him to lose sight of it, in case he lost his way in the dark.
He returned without incident, which he was grateful for. The last thing he wanted was something else for Lucia to hold over him. He entered the cave as silently as he'd left it. "I barely survived," he said gravely, though the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. He cleared a small, flat surface towards the center of the stone ground, dexterously preparing the fire pit. After doing it so many times, it was second nature. In no time a small blaze lit up the inside of the cave, and the warmth felt like heaven. August sat back, near Lucia, and picked up his apple. "That's going to need treating," he said, eyeing her injured shin.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 15:32:00 GMT -5
Lucia shook her head at his response, unable to keep a small smile off her face. August was really something. The only problem was that she couldn’t tell if he was a good something or a bad one. While the man was gone, she laid out her cloak and woolen blanket a little ways away from the center of the cave, and she set August’s things a couple feet away. The ginger rubbed her hands together, grimacing at her leg. The gash was pretty deep and was covered in deep crimson and purple bruises. And t hirt like hell. She looked up, startled when the other assassin arrived. “So you found some,” she greeted him, trying to draw attention away from her tenseness when he walked in.
“Oh?” Lucia smirked, her amber-brown eyes filled with a playful glint. She watched as he made the fire, and scooted close to it, enjoying the warmth of the flame, her auburn locks shining in the light. “Did a rabbit almost get you?” She teased, pulling her legs to her chest. She hissed in pain, and gently laid her right leg where it previously had been. Lucia waved away his concern; she’d never liked to be fussed over. “I can do it myself. It’s not like I’ve never dressed a wound before.” She nodded towards him, her eyebrows creased in worry for her accomplice. “And you need to take care of your wound as well.”
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 27, 2017 18:34:39 GMT -5
August bit into his apple, side-eyeing Lucia as she shuffled closer. "More like the other way around, if I hadn't left my weapons," he complained. He looked back to the fire, but turned to stare at her when she hissed at the pain in her leg. His eyebrows furrowed. Not because he was worried - she'd slow them both down if the wound got any worse. Obviously, that's what he was more concerned about, because he was an assassin, and didn't care about someone else's feelings. Right.
"Suit yourself," he mumbled, instead of the shut up and let me help you he'd meant to say. Reaching for his cloak, he retrieved his cloth bandages and alcohol, setting it between them as a clear invitation for her to share them. "Yeah, I know," he replied, not looking forward to it. He'd do it once he finished his apple.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 19:11:14 GMT -5
Lucia rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore his complaint. Yes, rabbit would’ve been a nice addition to their otherwise meager meal, but there was nothing they could do now. The ginger observed the man, becoming surprised as his eyebrows furrowed. Was that concern? No, it couldn’t have been. Assassins had become used to not caring anymore from hard, jaded lives. Artfully hiding her state of shock, she smirked through the pain. “Was that concern I saw?” She teased him, gratefully taking the container of alcohol.
She carefully pulled her trousers so that her shin was exposed and poured some of the cleaner onto a cloth, gently dabbing at the gash on her leg. A slight twitch of her mouth was the only way one could tell she was in pain. The alcohol burned against her hash, and she had to bite down on her lip to stop the pain. Dressing a wound was not her idea of luxury. She quickly bandaged the wound with another cloth after drying it, and tied the cloth around it. She pulled her trousers back down, relieved that she got it over with.
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 27, 2017 22:26:31 GMT -5
August huffed, eyes following her movements as she began to clean her wound. "Concern for the mission, maybe. You'll slow me down if that leg doesn't heal." Thankfully, years of practice had made him an artful liar, and his voice did not betray him. His eyes could have, maybe, as they stay on her leg as she cleans if for what could be considered longer than necessary. Eventually, he looks away and finishes his apple, tossing the core into the fire and watching it be quickly absorbed by the flames. He sighed and reached for his ribs. Curling nimble fingers around the stiff material around the wound, he pulled until it came unglued from his skin. It hurt, sure, but not terribly, and he'd had much worse, so the pain didn't register on his face. The cut in the fabric was big enough for him to stick his hand through.
He rolled his shirt up until he could hold it under one arm. The breeze instantly lessened the sting. It wasn't deep, the amount of blood making it look worse than it really was. August picked up the bottle and poured a generous amount on one of the cloths. Cleaning it, August reasoned, hurt a lot more than getting it, and his eyebrows were drawn tight together as he worked. He was thankful it didn't need stitches - it was in an awkward place, and he didn't think he'd be able to do that himself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 23:10:18 GMT -5
Lucia settled against the cave wall, her eyes half open as she finished what was left of her dinner. She quirked an eyebrow up at his response, but said nothing. She didn’t need any more conflict tonight than what was usual. Though, it seemed that they reached an understanding that they didn’t have before. Usually, the two assassins would be at each other’s throats by now, but now it was somewhat peaceful. The ginger loosened her auburn locks from their braid, observing August quiettly. Her cheeks reddened slightly as he lifted his shirt, her eyes catching a glimpse of chiseled abs. The woman shook her head at herself, and turned over so that she couldn’t see the other anymore.
She wrapped her dark red cloak around her, swamped with velvety material, and turned back around to her accomplice. “Good night, August,” she said in a small voice, hating how vulnerable she sounded. She bit her lip, wanting to say more. Do you want me to help you? Can I do anything? But She did nothing save for lying back and peering at the man, making sure to steady and even her breathing. And she realized that was the first time she had called her partner by his first name.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 23:11:50 GMT -5
(I ship it so hard! xD)
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 27, 2017 23:28:19 GMT -5
August was cursing under his breath, pressing the bandage to his ribs to stop any fresh blood from escaping. He paused, surprised, when she said good night. He wasn't startled by her voice, but by what she'd said. He'd been on his own for so long, he couldn't remember the last time he'd heard those words. By his mother, maybe? It was possible, but he'd never known the woman, so he couldn't say for sure. There was so much he was still getting used to, though they'd been together for a while.
It was the first time she'd used his name, too. It sounded almost nice coming from her lips. How odd.
August belatedly realized he'd been staring at her for more than a few seconds. He blinked, returning to the present. "Good night, Lucia," he replied, and for once the nickname he'd been using for her up to that point didn't even cross his mind. He glanced down quickly, finishing with his bandages and yanking his shirt down. He ignored the extra warmth his cloak surely would have provided and made some last adjustments to the fire before laying down on his own thick blanket, back flat and eyes on the ceiling. After a moment, he turned on his side, the non injured one, back facing his very temporary partner. He reminded himself, closing his eyes, that he could not, under any circumstance, get used to this.
(me too holy moly)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 8:56:03 GMT -5
Lucia’s lips couldn’t help curling into a small smile at his words, and she cursed herself for it. It was nice to not be alone for once, but she had always worked solo and that seemed to work. But if you had him with you, a tiny voice whispered in her head, you could be even more successful. The woman shut it down, falling asleep to the thought that this was temporary.
——— Next Morning:
Lucia limped back to the cave, carrying a rabbit by its back feet. She had always been an early riser, waking up with the coming of dawn. Using her daggers - she and August seemed to trust each other a little more - she had caught the poor creature and was planning to roast it over the fire. “Sleeping Beauty!” She called out into the cave, a playful lilt in her voice. “I caught us some breakfast.”
Her eyes softened when she saw August, his hair ruffled and his eyes tired. She had the overwhelming urge to smooth it - his hair - but tampered it down, going to sit by him.
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 13:42:02 GMT -5
August followed Lucia's movements with his eyes, obviously still a little out of it. He woken up while she was out, and had a brief moment in which he was certain that she'd left for good. He'd then reminded himself that that was ridiculous. Since then, he'd been listening to the sounds of the forest, letting the rustle of leaves and the calls of the birds wash over him. It'd been some time since he let himself enjoy a simple pleasure like that. When Lucia returned, he tried to not let the relief show on his face. He also tried not to let his eyes catch on her hair, which glowed in the morning light, but. He had always been a little softer after just waking up.
"My savior," he teased as she sat down, voice a bit rough from lack of use. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, checking the fire. It'd burnt out sometime during the night, but he'd brought enough extra wood to get it going again. He did just that, hands quick and precise even with the morning laziness still weighing on his limbs.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 16:32:58 GMT -5
Lucia rolled her eyes at August’s comment, brushing back a lock of auburn hair. She caught his dark eyes for just a heartbeat too long, then looked away, her cheeks slightly flushed. Why should you be embarrassed? she asked herself, annoyed. All you did was look at him. The woman tried to cast him from her thoughts, deftly skinning the rabbit and putting him on a spit over the fire. But all the while, she couldn’t keep him from her mind.
“So, tonight we need a game plan,” she announced, her voice even and casual. She was adept at keeping her emotions at bay, usually, but something August seemed to single-handedly break through her walls. “We’re posing as Duke and Duchess Reali, a young, powerful couple who are rather new to the court.” That was the profile Duchess Aurelia had given the two of them, along with a wardrobe. Lucia’s nose instinctively wrinkled in distaste; she’d always hated ball gowns. “And we have to kill Sentinel Acholus.”
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 17:09:30 GMT -5
August hummed, nodding his head in agreement to her words. This in particular was a role he was used to, at least. It was often his missions involved royalty and, more often still, he was expected prim and proper, dashing enough to swoon any woman or man that had the unfortunate fate of his target on their back. Boyish enough to feign innocence, mysterious enough to garner a chase - he'd played through every scenario, and he did it well. Never staying long enough to make a lasting impression on someone other than his target. What he had never done - not even once - was pose as a duo, a couple. In this way, he was completely out of his element. He wondered if Duchess Aurelia really knew what she was doing.
"I'd say we have our work cut out for us," he mused, eyes on the skinned rabbit as it began to cook. "All men are weak for a pretty face - even sentinels. Luring him away shouldn't be too difficult, if you're charm is as refined as your fighting." He wasn't intentionally complimenting her, though that's certainly how it sounded to him. He was stating facts - August was a blunt man, when he wanted to be. Facts, compliments...he didn't feel the need to distinguish the two.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 17:26:40 GMT -5
(Can we skip to evening? I just really want to RP the whole court situation. xD)
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Dec 28, 2017 17:38:59 GMT -5
Peyton eyed her thoughtfully, licking the inside of his teeth, an impatient gesture. She spoke to him rather dismissively, as if he'd somehow scared her off or she'd abruptly lost interest in him, either way he felt a twinge of suspicion and hurt. He wanted more than anything to converse with his old friend some more and get to the bottom about all the little aspects of her life she was hiding from him, but he restrained himself, for he knew he couldn't repay her with the same information. He supposed that if his life details had to remain hidden then he should give her the same leisure. "I guess so, with everything going on and all I'm pretty busy...sure sucks I haven't seen you in so long." He muttered, feigning an awkward look at the ground. He was hurt, yes, but he was also deeply curious. He hoped he could guilt trip his old friend just enough that she'd confess with something more explanatory. {{ so sorry for taking so long to reply! }}
Jocosa did, in fact, feel a stab of guilt go through her as Peyton looked to the ground, muttering that it sucked since they hadn't seen each other so long. "Yeah, it sure has been a while, I'd just feel so guilty if I got you into trouble by keeping you out here." She tried, hoping to satisfy the guard and ease her own guilt over the situation at the same time. Normally she wouldn't have cared who's feelings she hurt along the way, but this was different. This was Peyton. The Peyton who'd she'd grown up with, sharing whispered secrets in the middle of the night and chasing through the streets of the town. The Peyton who had accompanied her as they tried to steal an apple from the market stalls and had run hand in hand with her through the crowd to get away when they'd been caught. No, there were too many memories of...before, for her to be able to trust herself around him. Maybe another time, she could allow herself to tell him everything, but not when he was a guard and she was being hired to kill the people he was protecting. She knew Peyton too well to think that he'd let her go ahead with her plan if he knew about it.
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 17:48:49 GMT -5
(Can we skip to evening? I just really want to RP the whole court situation. xD) (Yeah that’s fine with me!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 17:50:37 GMT -5
Lucia said nothing to August’s comment, not knowing how to respond. “Well, apparently Acholus is happily married with four children...I don’t think I’m pretty enough to drive him away from that,” she said honestly, reaching for the fully roasted rabbit. The woman knew she was okay-looking and was both witty and charming, but a man like Acholus would be hard to seduce. She was hesistantly to admit it, but she was a bit nervous about this particular mission. Sure, royal assignments like this were usually a piece of cake - attract the man/woman, get them alone, and get the job done cleanly. But she’d never performed - or rather, killed - with another person.
She unconsciously bit her lip - something she’d always done when she was aggravated or nervous. Using her dagger, she sliced the rabbit into two parts. One for August, one for her. Wrapping the man’s piece in cloth, she handed it to him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 17:51:23 GMT -5
(Oops...I responded. Maybe just respond to this and then I can post starter for the skip?)
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 18:14:29 GMT -5
(Sounds good! Typing my reply now)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 18:17:17 GMT -5
υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcкNah it's np! What are our plans for these two?))
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 18:19:12 GMT -5
August shrugged, not seeming too bothered by the information. “Details,” he said. He could admit there was a chance that Acholus was loyal to his family - there was always a chance. In August’s experience, however...that was rarely the case. There was no shortage of women he’d led away from their husbands, or men he’d tricked into thinking there was more for them than a stable family. Every once in a while he’d encountered a more stubborn target, but in his opinion, those were always more fun. He enjoyed a challenge every once in a while.
“Thanks,” he said instead of voicing his thoughts, taking the cloth from Lucia. The smell of cooked meat was hard to ignore, so August didn’t bother trying.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Dec 28, 2017 18:33:08 GMT -5
{{ i'm kinda thinking jocosa can leave and then go try and track down this street rat who gave her the wrong information and peyton can follow cuz he's suspicious and then find her and be like 'what the hell are you doing?' and kinda catch her out ?? }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 18:58:03 GMT -5
Lucia rubbed her bare arms self consciously, chewing on her lip as she looked at herself in the dirty, cracked mirror. She and August were now holed up in an inn by the palace, waiting for the start of their mission. The inn was filled with low-lifes and shady people, perfect for blending in. If people had something to hide themselves, they would never notice your own questionable activities. The assassin had stolen a ball gown from a high-end dress shop, along with pieces of jewelry. For just grabbing what she saw first, they matched pretty well. Her dress was a rich emerald green and was made of satin brocade, cut in an a-line shape. It had thin straps and it’s v-neck was cut way too far below for her liking, but it would work. The woman’s slender neck was adorned by a dainty, simple diamond necklaces and her ears were pinned by tiny emeralds. As for her hair, it was kept down in loose waves cascading to the small of her back and her eyes were lined in gold, making them shine with amber flecks. Simple, but elegant, just as she was.
Thinking she was spending too much time in the bathroom of their dirty, tiny room, she walked out, her green high heels making the floor creak. She gave August a spin. “What do you think?” She asked playfully, meaning it all as a joke. “You do look positively dashing yourself, Duke Reali,” she purred, adopting the haughty tone most royals possessed. And though she cursed herself to think about it, August really did look handsome.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 19:10:51 GMT -5
{{ i'm kinda thinking jocosa can leave and then go try and track down this street rat who gave her the wrong information and peyton can follow cuz he's suspicious and then find her and be like 'what the hell are you doing?' and kinda catch her out ?? }} That be really cool and makes sense bc there's no way Peyton would give up on something if he's suspicious lmao)) Peyton cocked his eyebrow, not buying it. What could he say though, he wasn't about to speak out about an assumption that could possibly be false. Not only would it be humiliating but he would destroy his chances of reconnecting with his old friend. He wanted to offer the possibility of them meeting up again but the chances of their paths ever crossing again were immensely slim, and she could easily make an empty agreement. However, he couldn't make himself walk away, not without knowing what he wasn't being told. Maybe with anyone else he could've mustered up a real goodbye, but not with Jocosa, not after everything they'd been through together. So instead of arguing he did the only thing that made sense in his head, and fibbed. "Yeah, you're probably right. Tight schedule and all." He hummed, casually offering her a departing hand. "It was really nice to see you again, we should try to meet up again." He suggested, trying took make his words sound more genuine.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Dec 28, 2017 19:23:42 GMT -5
Peyton cocked his eyebrow, not buying it. What could he say though, he wasn't about to speak out about an assumption that could possibly be false. Not only would it be humiliating but he would destroy his chances of reconnecting with his old friend. He wanted to offer the possibility of them meeting up again but the chances of their paths ever crossing again were immensely slim, and she could easily make an empty agreement. However, he couldn't make himself walk away, not without knowing what he wasn't being told. Maybe with anyone else he could've mustered up a real goodbye, but not with Jocosa, not after everything they'd been through together. So instead of arguing he did the only thing that made sense in his head, and fibbed. "Yeah, you're probably right. Tight schedule and all." He hummed, casually offering her a departing hand. "It was really nice to see you again, we should try to meet up again." He suggested, trying took make his words sound more genuine. {{ awesome - i'll just continue on with the goodbye and then her finding the kid then so you have something to reply to - also I think i'm going to make an orphan who lives on the streets because it seems like a cool idea and the assassins can/would use the street kids like that for info }}
Jocosa felt a small weight lift off of her shoulders as Peyton seemed to accept her excuse, and agreed, even offering his hand in a departing gesture. "It was really nice to see you again, we should try to meet up again." He suggested, and Jocosa nodded, forcing that smile back onto her face. Oh how she would have loved to meet up with Peyton again, and one day she hoped that she would. Maybe when all of this royal assassination business was over and there was a monarch on the throne once again. Maybe then she could find him and things could go back to the way they were before all of this mess started. Maybe not exactly like before, she thought as she gripped his hand tightly, trying, in her own weird way, to tell him everything through that one hand shake. "I wish you all the best, Peyton." She said sincerely, giving his hand one last squeeze before turning and walking away. Refusing to let herself look back, knowing she'd regret it if she did, Jocosa kept her head held high as she slipped once more into the bustling crowd. It was time to find that damned street rat.
Once more hiding in an alley, Jocosa forced her mind to stay on target, not allowing her thoughts to wander back to her small meeting with Peyton. She would have time enough to think about that later, but she was currently an entire day behind in her plan to infiltrate the castle. Which meant she was losing money. And losing money was not something Jocosa could afford to do. Fingers twitching on the dagger by her side, Jocosa's eyes lit up as she finally spotted the grubby little boy she'd given two gold coins to for information. Sure she could have gotten it herself, but that would have taken her an extra two days, two days which she didn't have. Jocosa watched as the little boy expertly plucked an apple from one of the market stalls without anyone realising, and then bit into it, walking away, straight towards her. Reaching out and grabbing the boy by the shoulder, the assassin dragged him into the shadows, her dagger now in hand, pressing up against the boys throat. She had no real intention of harming him, just scaring him a little. And boy did he seem scared. "You gave me the wrong information, rat. Why?" She demanded.
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bad bitch
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if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 19:35:28 GMT -5
August himself had several connections throughout the kingdom. Since his specialty was targeting royals, it paid off to know someone in the business of clothing. It costed him - but only a favor here and there, so he considered it worth it. August had contacted the same inside man that had gotten him the sheaths strapped to his forearms even now, and he'd come through. He easily passed as a Duke, in dark slacks and a satin dress shirt covered by a fitting black vest and similarly colored coat, which was accented with gold plating and thread. The cloak falling over one shoulder was velvet, and the same shade of emerald as Lucia's dress. The heavy garments easily concealed his weapons. He'd pushed his hair off his forehead and back, out of his eyes, a simple trick that instantly increased his apparent status. In short, they looked quite the pair.
He hadn't been waiting for too long when Lucia appeared. His eyes widened slightly at her entrance. A small, barely there smile tugged at his lips as she spun. "You're beautiful, princess," he replied, sounding genuine even to his own ears, which surprised him. Authenticity was not something he strived for. He didn't reveal his hand if he could help it. And here he was, breaking all of his own rules.
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