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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 19:43:46 GMT -5
That be great! We need some new characters to go under others))
"I wish you the same," Peyton said with a formal dip of his head. He watched as she departed, his gaze distant and distracted by his thoughts. How messed up would following her be? He'd known her most his childhood and yet here he was, struggling to trust her. He felt guilty to possess such thoughts, but as he considered it, he realized that he probably was having them for a justified reason. Whether he liked it or not there was definitely something happening in Jocosa's world that she wasn't telling him about, something that had altered her so noticeably that he couldn't ignore. With an ignorant shrug he pushed after her through the crowd, sinking back to a safe distance where he wouldn't be spotted. She was definitely walking with a purpose which was peculiar considering she hadn't been behaving as if she had somewhere to be a few minutes ago. He watched her vanish in an ally and snuck after her, sticking close to the walls. He didn't turn the final corner but instead peeked his head around, relieved to find her distracted by something on the other side. He watched silently as she unsheathed a dagger, his hand instinctively traveling to his sword in case she found herself in trouble. He sunk lower on the wall when she grabbed a young thief, raising his eyebrows at her reflexes and intimidating actions. His hand closed around the hilt of his weapon, gaze flicking between the two intently.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Dec 28, 2017 20:00:22 GMT -5
{{ aahhhh just made her and she's gonna be such a sassy little thing i can't wait to use her XD }}
Oblivious to the fact that Peyton had followed her and was now watching her - another example of how much their meeting had rattled her - Jocosa shook the boy, determined to get her answer. "Well?" She demanded as he didn't speak, his brown eyes just wide with fear. "Ugh." She sighed, releasing him, shoving him against the wall of the alley as she did. She glared down at him as he fell to the ground, but stayed within his personal space to ensure he couldn't run away from her just yet. "I suppose you spent those coins already?" She asked, groaning as the boy gave a little nod of his head. "Please miss-!" He began, but Jocosa cut him off with a wave of her hand. "No matter. It's too late to do anything about it now. You've wasted my time by giving me wrong information, and now you're going to pay for it." She said, dagger spinning in her fingers.
The street rats eyes got impossibly wider, and his face a shade paler as he saw the movement of the dagger. "Please, miss! Don't hurt me!" He begged, tears beginning to well in his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, rat." Jocosa spat, sheathing the dagger and crouching, her hands reaching out and curling into the threadbare fabric of the boys shirt. She dragged him close, her face right near his. "No. I'm going to do something worse. I'm going to sell you out." She said. Her voice was low and quiet, barely audible to anyone but the boy. Her eyes flashed with anger as she continued. "I know how you orphans make a living, selling information to people for a few coins. But now everyone is going to know about you." She said. "I'm going to tell everyone that you give people false information, that you can't be trusted. No one's going to take a chance on you, not for how much you asked for the information. You'll be getting no more coins from me, or anyone else." She said, and with that released the boy once more, a little shove sending him scrambling back against the wall once more.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 20:04:29 GMT -5
Lucia smiled faintly, a tingle of pleasure running up her spine at August’s reaction. The woman simply curtsied grandly, choosing to ignore the urge to blush. “Well, we make quite the striking couple,” she responded, pulling a black velvet cloak lined with gold thread - courtesy of August’s connections - over her slim shoulders. “The carriage arrives at 7:00,” she reported, inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. The ride had been done on her own connections with royalty and would pick them up at precisely the time the party started, so that they’d be fashionably late as such a young couple would want to be.
Lucia walked behind August down the stairs, where multiple men and women gawked at them. Such finery and pretty youth were nonexistent in a place such as this. The ginger, unable to resist, flipped the finger at them all once before walking out the heavy wooden door. A black-lacquered coach adorned with gold waited for them, with four magnificent dark horses at the reins. Now that they were out and about, Lucia latched herself onto her accomplice, adopting an air of snobbery. Though surely no noble would be on this side of town, there were eyes everywhere. “Darling, the party starts at 7, and it’s already 7 o’ five,” she whined, gazing up at him with doe brown eyes as they made their way into the carriage. As soon as they were inside, she quickly scooted away from him, a look of disgust in her face. Realizing he could probably take it the wrong way she quickly said, “It’s not you, I just hate pretending to be so...close to people.” Her lips twitched in disgust as she leaned back into the plush velvet seats.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 20:15:36 GMT -5
Peyton tensed as he watched the scene play out, his stomach knotting up. Surely Jocosa had a reason for behaving so cruelly, even dealing with a young greedy brat she seemed unnecessarily foul mannered. His toes curled as she threw him to the ground, a desperate attempt to keep himself in place. What was she doing? What sort of information could a kid so young be giving? He narrowed his eyes on her twirling blade, brain calculating all the explanations it could, most of which he wasn't too fond of. He relaxed as she spoke, realizing that the kid wasn't going to be physically harmed and that he had no reason to fret. But even with the boy was released his heart was still pounding after hearing her threat. If what she said was true then that meant she was involved and connect with various alike people, criminals that trusted orphaned kids for information on how to get away with their crimes. He couldn't find another explanation that made sense but he still couldn't wrap his brain around it. A new thought occurred to him that sickened him further. What sort of information had Jocosa been looking for? What crime had she failed to commit?
(Nicce Also sorry this is so poorly written lol))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 22:23:00 GMT -5
[Hi I posted on the joining page]
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 22:36:05 GMT -5
Looks good @plaguedoctor , I'll add you now If you'd like I can have Gavin hire either one of your characters))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 22:40:39 GMT -5
[Yeah that'd be cool do you want me to post a starter for each of them first?]
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 22:41:52 GMT -5
Sure!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 23:01:57 GMT -5
Ippolito went outside of his little apothecary for a moment and stood outside. He pulled his hood and mask off to look out at the square and take a breath. It was stuffy in his little apothecary, which also doubled as a small infirmary with a couple beds in the back room. He only had one patient currently, a worker who has his leg broken under a cart, who was recovering well. He mostly did house calls when someone was sick or injured, but his apothecary was always open, in a large square next to the bridge across from the market place, not too busy but not too out of the way. He watched some of the other peasants and workers go by.
Hosni looked up at the tavern door now and again to watch people come in while she washed down the empty tables of people who had left. One man called to her and she went to the back counter and brought him another ale, taking his emptied flask back to the kitchen to be washed. She hung her towel up and leaned against the counter to rest for a bit.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2017 23:44:25 GMT -5
Gavin kept his cloak wrapped around his face and head, shielding him from the vision of the peasents surrounding him. It was bemusing to see how calm the oblivious could be in such a time of crisis, how utterly unaware they could remain. It seemed profound that he was waltzing around in the mud surrounding by sweaty, ill mannered, and idiotic lowlifes when he belonged in the palace, perched on his throne surrounded by gorgeous tapestry. He desired nothing more than for these fools to see how inferior they were to him, and oh how lovely it be to convey his power with his rightful crown. His fingers twitched with excitment, finding himself calmed by the luxurious thought. He lifted his gaze as he noticed he was nearing his destination, pausing when Ippolito came into view. "Gorgeous," he hummed to himself, fixing his gaze on the other man with interest. He'd be perfect, absolutely perfect for his plan. An eerie smile split his lips as he approached, dipping his head in greeting. "Good evening sir," he drawled.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 0:01:10 GMT -5
Ippolito watched the other man walk up to him and shifted his posture where he leaned against the thick wooden doorframe. "Good evening." He replied simply, looking Gavin up and down wondering if the man came because he was injured or sick, but gave off a hint of disappointment but also some relief finding Gavin looking completely healthy, not so much relief in wishing the man good health but mostly that he was enjoying his little evening break. "I imagine you've come for a friend or family member? What do you need, a doctor or just some medicine?" He asked.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 0:12:33 GMT -5
Gavin tilted his head, peering into the man's workspace before flicking his hazel eyes back to Ippolito's face. "Actually, I've come to ask for different service," he explained, voice nonchalant. He turned his chin upward as he continued to analyze the other man, his intense gaze shifting restlessly from each feature on the man's face, absorbing every detail he could. He turned to watch a passing couple, cocking his eyebrow as he faced the doctor once more. "Perhaps it's better we have this conversation inside." He drawled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 1:05:27 GMT -5
Ippolito crossed his arms and looked Gavin over again, not saying anything while the noble talked. He glanced over Gavin's shoulder a couple times at the rest of the square behind him before sighing and nodding. "Alright come inside." He said, leaning off the doorway and walking inside his workspace. "Close the door behind you will you?" He said, giving Gavin no formalities.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 1:48:18 GMT -5
Gavin dipped his head and followed the healer, casting one final glance out into the square before closing the door behind him, shutting out the light of the sun outside. He turned back and cocked an eyebrow at the patient remaining in the room, looking at Ippolito expectantly. He demanded total privacy before making an offer, and he didn't care how he got it. If he had a blade handy the man with the broken leg would already have a blade through his skull, but instead he stood, waiting patiently for the assassin to eliminate the uninvited occupant of the room.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 1:58:41 GMT -5
The man with the broken leg was sleeping in the back room, his snores being heard from the front of the apothecary. Ippolito moved for a narrow staircase behind the shelves of herbs and medicines that led up to where he slept, not waiting for Gavin until he was at the top. He already knew very clearly why Gavin was there but he wanted to wait until the noble said it first.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 2:28:54 GMT -5
Gavin followed mutely, carefully observing everything he passed. It seemed the healer wasn't about to start the conversation so he figured he might as well hurry it along. "I figure you know what I'm here for," he drawled, distastfully wiping his hand on his cloak after making contact with one of the shelves. "I need a man dead." He began bluntly. "So far I've stayed in the shadows and I plan to stay that way until I'm prepared to make strategical moves that require an identity." He explained, puffing his chest out as he discussed his plan. "However, I aim high. I trust from your reputation you're an intelligent choice for the job."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 13:03:25 GMT -5
"Didn't think I had much of a reputation. A reputation can be dangerous in times like these I think I'd rather stay quite secretive." Ippolito said. He walked over to a large wooden chest on the floor across from the bed and opened it to show an assortment of books, but underneath there were a carefully laid set of vials and herbs, poisons. "How do you want it done?" he stood up again and gestured at the poisons. "This isn't all I can use I can acquire a different kind if that's to your need. But I'll only work with ones that make it look like it was a natural death, just as a way to keep me out of suspicion when someone turns up dead after my visits."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 15:38:35 GMT -5
"Don't fret, most of what I've heard have been whispers, I'm just a keen listener." He drawled. He peered into the open chest, removing his hood for the first time. "Of course, which is precisely why I believe you'll be the perfect man to have on my side." In reality he knew this man would merely be under his pay, but years of working with naive street rats had taught him that it was best to convey the idea that they were in the deal together, that way they'd be unsuspecting if he had to change his alliances. He doubted the healer would be as easy to manipulate, but his manner of speech was now just a habit. He leaned back on his heels with a lazy stance, his head tilted back as he smirked. "As I've said, I want to remain in the dark for as long as I can as well." He didn't shift his poise as he looked down into the chest again. "Do you have a preference? You're the expert here," he pointed out, his gaze shifting around the vials curiously.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 15:43:08 GMT -5
(( υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк would you mind if Gavin targeted Roland? Or @pinacolada what about Aurelia? It wouldn't necessarily mean they would die if you don't want but that we can start connecting assassins with some actually written royalty and nobility? I could also but make up one if you'd perfer))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 15:58:58 GMT -5
"It would depend on the situation in which the target finds him-or-herself. I have several that make the death look like it was a sudden heart attack if the person is completely healthy, but if the person is already ill or injured I have one that could make it look like an infection and fever is what killed them." Ippolito explained.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 16:12:15 GMT -5
Gavin licked his teeth to suppress a grin. "Either sounds brilliant. How would you plan on getting them in here? I could easily stage an accident..." he suggested softly, looking aside as he thought about it. He'd perfer not to have to risk his neck anymore than he needed to, especially if Ippolito had a more secure method. He'd rather not pay anymore than necessary either.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 16:45:24 GMT -5
"No they would not come here. I'm not going to assasinate someone in my own store, in my own home." Ippolito said. "I do house calls, and all my poisons are slow-acting, usually by the time the target dies I'm long gone." He said, closing the chest again and sitting down on it. "Who is the person?" He asked. He wouldn't be able to say anything definitive about his methods or the way he would go about the poisoning until he knew who the target was.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 16:55:29 GMT -5
@plaguedoctor sorry to make you wait but I think I'm going to hold off on answering until Mint or Sherlock answer))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 16:57:31 GMT -5
(that's cool)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 17:21:23 GMT -5
(You can target Aurelia!)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 29, 2017 18:05:01 GMT -5
Gavin failed to see why killing in his house would be an issue, surely people died in here plenty. Still, he supposed asking questions wouldn't be wise, he just wanted the job done. "Aurelia Regio," he said coolly, "she's one of the few nobles I need to keep an eye on and I want her out of the game." He didn't break eye contact as he spoke, his posture straightening so he held himself with noticeable dignity. "What's your charge?" He inquired, cocking his eyebrow with anticipation.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 29, 2017 18:30:08 GMT -5
August, understood why Lucia needed to pretend - that was the game, after all. However, he still stiffened just slightly when she clung to him suddenly, not used to physical contact that he hadn’t himself initiated. Getting over his surprised, he grinned slyly, leaning his face close enough to hers that their noses practically touched. “But my dear, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands to myself - it’s a wonder we’re not later.”
When she moved away like he had the plague once they were alone, he let out a small breath of relief. Not that he hated being close to her - quite the contrary. It was just...a lot. “I understand,” he replied, feeling similarly.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 29, 2017 18:31:18 GMT -5
(Sorry for the short reply + future poofiness im with the fam)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 19:54:57 GMT -5
Lucia hid a smile behind a gold and green fan, obscuring half of her face. A small part of her - actually, a very big part - liked being so close to him. A silence filled the carriage for a few minutes until they reached the palace, and it was a sight to behold. Magnificent spires reached the sky, gleaming a rosy pink and gold in the dusk light. The assassin was not that impressed by it - she’d already been here so many times, but it had been at night. Her hair looked amber from the sunset as they were ushered in to the palace. A vizier looked them over, unabashedly lingering his gaze on August. A rush of jealousy coursed through the woman, and she was surprised by it. She was probably getting too into the role.
“Your names?” He asked, pursing his lips. “Duke and Duchess Reali,” she purred, leaning closer to August so that their hips were touching. A shiver ran through her at the touch, but she ignored it, giving the vizier a simpering smile. He snorted haughtily at them, announcing their names. Lucia had quite enough of the snobbery of the palace. She snapped off her cloak, tossing it at the man. A trumpeter gaped openly at her exposed shoulders and low neckline, but she brushed it off. “Here, take it away somewhere,” she said condescendingly. “If you keep it safe, I’ll tip you a few extra coins. I know it must be hard to be poor like you.” Never mind that she often lived off of scraps when she was on a mission; she had to make a point.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 19:55:17 GMT -5
(It’s okay!! Me too. )
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