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 21:15:56 GMT -5
August gazed resolutely out the window, eyes trained on the road. The alternative was taking fleeting glances at Lucia, and he chose to be oblivious. He ran a hand through his hair, slightly ruffling the pushed back style, a few strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes. He didn’t bother to fix it.
When they arrived, August hardly noticed the vizier, too busy being amused by the flash of anger, barely there, that he caught on Lucia’s face. He slid his hand to her back, under her cloak, palm cool over the skin left exposed by her dress, and led her through the doors.
“You seem on edge, princess,” he teased lightly, after they’d escaped to the main ballroom. There were hundreds of people milling about, each looking more expensive than the last.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 22:27:41 GMT -5
Lucia smirked over at him, turning and fixing his hair, smoothing it down with a slender hand. His cool touch felt good against her exposed skin, and she leaned into his touch. “Maybe,” she whispered in his ear, toying with a short piece of his hair, “but it seems to attract you all the same.” She let out a low, deep laugh, relieved that she had let out some of her bottled up emotions. As suddenly as her new boldness appeared, it disappeared, and her brown eyes focused on an imposing man with a square jaw and icy blue eyes.
“There he is,” she discreetly pointed her head towards the man. “There’s our target.” She kept her tone light and quiet, and kept a sultry, secretive expression on her face as she spoke to her ‘husband,’ as if she was telling him sweet nothings.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 23:00:29 GMT -5
"Aurelia Regio." Ippolito repeated the name. "I'll need to know as much about her as you know. Her habits, where she frequents, things like that." He replied. "Price is the cost of the poison and triple that of my time that I normally do healing, around 80 pieces."
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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 30, 2017 0:05:30 GMT -5
August smiled as she fixed his hair, not making any move to stop her. It was hard to differentiate what was real and what was fake. This was an act, he knew - just a front to convince the crowd of nobles that they were, in fact, a pair. As soon as they completed this mission, the façade would be over. Soon after that, they’d part ways. August hated the part of him that dreaded it.
He murmured his assent to her comment, suppressing the shiver that threatened to race down his spine. He distracting himself by searching for their target, dark eyes sweeping the room. He locked on at about the same time as she did, before glancing away just as fast, not letting his eyes linger for long. “I see him,” he replied, nodding slightly. He kept his face turned towards her to keep the same impression.
He let his eyes flick across the room, taking in who else was present. There were guards - not as many as he’d expected, maybe, but enough to warrant caution. This was definitely going to be tricky. “Any ideas, princess?” he asked, the screws in his own head already turning. The question he was primarily concerned with: which of them would be the most effective at luring him away?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 0:46:51 GMT -5
(I don't think I'm going to RP Hosni I want to keep it to one character per RP)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 10:38:53 GMT -5
Lucia thought for a moment, letting her head fall against August’s chest as she looked around the ballroom, pretending to be enamored with the dancers while occasionally flicking her eyes towards Acholus. “Mmmmm,” she tapped a matte black nail against her lips, ideas whirring through her head. “We need to take him away from here before we actually complete the deed.” She murmured, already knowing a place where they could lead the sentinel away. “There’s a somewhat abandoned balcony to the left of the ballroom. Near the kitchens.”
She had never used the place before for one of her kills which was good, as too many kills in one place could be predictable and suspicious. “No knives this time,” she whispered to her accomplice, regretting that her blades wouldn’t be used. “We have to make it look like a heart attack.” The woman was already prepared for it. A syringe of air injected between the toes would cause a bodily reaction which simulated a heart attack and cleanly killed the victim.
Knowing that they had to be nearer to their subject to get a good gauge on how to better apprehend him, she led August to the dance floor, her full skirt billowing behind her. “Damion,” she pleaded loudly, using their agreed upon names, “please dance with me. You never do!” Older couples looked amusedly at the young pair, not sensing anything off. Lucia pulled him to her, taking his hands and looking up at him with amber-brown eyes. As he looked down at her, Lucia’s breath caught in her throat, actually feeling inexplicably drawn to him. She pushed the emotion away hurriedly, trying to clear her head. I need to think. “Any ideas on how to get him away from this?” She hummed, searching for an idea.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 30, 2017 14:06:57 GMT -5
Np Doc (do you have a nickname preference?) I'll delete her form rn!))
Gavin nodded. "She's a manipulative b****, and I don't need her looks influencing the court to support her profound, awful ideas." He said harshly. "I don't exactly know her on a personal level, I try to avoid her in all honestly," he said loftily, "but I figure she's just as bad everywhere else she goes. She's cold, and I believe she doesn't trust me. I need her dead before she hires some scum after me. I imagine she's usually only in her home or the court, she's prideful about her looks, and would rather have someone else do her dirty work, including going out." He felt his beard while he thought for a moment. "I don't really know I just want her dead." He declared. He raised an eyebrow at the cost of his services but didn't protest, it wasn't like it be hard to pay, especially when he'd soon be king.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 19:07:11 GMT -5
(I don't have a nickname for this username I usually go by Ink)
"I don't mean her personality. What part of town does she live in? Does she stay inside most of the time or does she frequent the market, tavern, other peoples' homes, other places like that. What kind of people does she spend her time with? Does she drink or have any other kinds of habits. Things along that line." Ippolito explained.
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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 31, 2017 17:17:12 GMT -5
(here!)
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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 31, 2017 17:33:59 GMT -5
August was quiet for a moment, nodding along to her words, the lovestruck smile on his face a stark contrast to their conversation. "I know the place," he agreed, mind whirling with possibilities. It was tricky, the method in which they would have to assassinate Acholus. The place they needed to get to was not an easy one to reach. August was far more accustomed to knives. The devices on his wrists made it unbearably easy. One moment his hand would be on his target's back or neck, and the next they'd be dead, quietly, because August knew just where to hit. He could do it in a room full of people, lowering the target into a chair, and no one would be the wiser until hours later, when they realized it was a little more than an alcohol-induced nap. Thrilling, how not a soul in a place like this was thoughtful enough to pay attention.
"The restrooms, too," August offered. That option was easy - they would pretend to have had a bit to much to drink, and, laughing and stumbling, Lucia could drop a glass of red wine straight onto the man's shoes. Better it was her - it was a man's nature to forgive a pretty girl, even in wedlock. August, apologetic for his clumsy wife, would then have the perfect excuse to follow him to the washroom, helping him clean up his mistake. Shoes were off, and then - well, the rest was easy.
"My love, you know I can't dance," he complained, though the wink he sent right after revealed that was far from the truth. August, though he grew up a street rat, was incredibly well versed in that field. He had to be, considering his specialty. What woman would fall for his charm without his ability to quite literally sweep her off her feet? August pulled Lucia close to him, movements gentle but clearly practiced. "I have a few," he said, taking a second to spin her once before drawing her in again, just as close as before. "They require us to have a little more fun, though."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 0:09:39 GMT -5
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤Lucia shook her head, amused by August’s grin. She nodded thoughtfully, her hand gently rubbing the back of his neck in slow circles as they danced. The easy way he waltzed with her and the outright wink told her that he was a pro on the ballroom floor. The restroom sounded like a good idea; the balcony was hard to get to, and luring Acholus away for so long would be a hard task. Acting like she was tipsy, thus leading him to the bathroom sounded like a walk in the park compared to it. The assassin regretted not being able to use her daggers; a slit to the throat or a simple stab to the ribs was so intoxicatingly easy and gave her a rush of excitement. Call her violent, but having a sort of affinity for knives was part of her job description. “That’s a good idea,” she mused, stealing a glance towards the sentinel. “An unfortunate spill on his shoes would get rid of him easily enough,” she murmured, unaware she was echoing her partner’s thoughts. The plan was easy enough - now all there was to think about was the getaway. “When we’re done, two horses will be waiting for us by the kitchen’s back door.” The exit was out of the way and unremarkable, perfect for slipping away unnoticed and unseen. A carriage would be too obvious, and besides, Lucia had longed to ride a horse. Lucia smirked playfully, drawing him closer. “You should know me by now, August,” she breathed softly, not bothering to use his code name. She wasn’t pretending now. Not when she had him deliciously right where she wanted him and was out of earshot from anyone else. “I’m always up for a little fun.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 11:45:08 GMT -5
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 I have an idea. So Luc and Auggie {just my nicknames for them} actually get captured and are forced/sold to participate in an illegal fighting ring for entertainment where people - sometimes even royals - place bets for who will win etc. and soon they’re paired against each other. And then they’ll probably break free. What do you think? It’s okay if you in turn it down. I just think it’d be cool and awesome to RP if they were placed in cells next to each other and fell in love by talking with one another and being put through torture, their hearts break as they’re dragged off to get tortured/fight and then it turns they’re forced to fight each other - i. e. Kill their soulmate- and there’s all this drama. Idk. Just something I thought up.)
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Jan 1, 2018 19:08:35 GMT -5
{{ gonna say it again but so sorry for being absent past few days. just been hectic with family and other stuff ^.^ }}
Jocosa was silently cursing herself for the long delay that had been created with the useless information and allowing herself to talk with Peyton. If she had been one day behind in her plan before, this hiding out waiting for the street rat, to not even end up getting her money back, had now cost her another day. She was going to have to completely rework her plan now, there was no other way she could do it. Not without going over her time limit that was. And going over her time limit would mean that she was going to lose the job. And losing one job meant that she'd get a bad rep, something she couldn't afford, not with all of the competition that was already around in both Triton and Galena. "Get out of here." She sighed, waving a dismissive hand at the boy, who took her up on the suggestion immediately - lest she change her mind. Rubbing a hand over her face, Jocosa sighed, pausing for a second to get a plan of action ready in her head. She would go back to the room she was renting, get a few hours sleep and then break into the castle. There was no time left to do it any other way. It was a lot riskier, and if she got caught there would be no way to play it off. But she no longer had a choice. Not if she wanted to eat for the next few days.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 1, 2018 19:13:12 GMT -5
Whoops, I forgot that I hadn't responded, sorry @plaguedoctor But before I do, @pinacolada I need to know a little bit about Aurelia so that I can't give an educated response that suits her. To answer the question for the situation I need to know some places she'd hangout and stuff. I was gonna bs it but I didn't want to say anything that wouldn't fit her character))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 20:07:56 GMT -5
Okay, so Auri is pretty messed up. She is vain and bloodthirsty, but she’s had a hard life. She often drinks too much, spends too much time obsessing over beauty, but gives a lot of charity to orphanages because she was an orphan herself. She spends most of her time at Galena’s royal palace blackmailing people and attending court discussions and balls. And at home, plotting and entertaining guests. And she knows how to handle multiple guns and has many, many loyal guards. thanks for trying to stay true to her character!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 12:54:51 GMT -5
(anyone on?)
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Jan 3, 2018 19:14:01 GMT -5
{{ I kinda am - bit poofy }}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 21:07:56 GMT -5
𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 hey! Are we still doing Auden x Lila?)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 4, 2018 21:51:37 GMT -5
Wow I'm so sorry y'all I totally forgot I hadn't posted! @plaguedoctor Gavin rolled his eyes. This is why he preferred doing things himself, he could be as reckless as he desired and not have to explain the reasons behind his actions. "She drinks, you'd probably find her in a tavern. Maybe an orphanage? She's never struck me as the sentimental type but evidently she treasures her past." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Otherwise she's usually in the palace." υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcкPeyton's leg was twitching with nervous anticipation. If the kid had ran his way he'd of been able to snag and interrogate him, unfortunately he'd turned the other direction before darting off. This meant Jocosa was by herself again. He swallowed hard and crept out his position, back the way he'd come. He couldn't afford being caught, not with everything he'd just heard. He couldn't be certain of her misdeed but one thing was for certain, Jocosa was a criminal. She'd be a fugitive if he reported her, which he had to of course. His stomach churned at the thought of ratting out someone he used to be so close to. God damnit, Jocosa, why? He thought irritably.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 9:52:35 GMT -5
"Alright I'll work with that." Ippoliti said, looking through the poisons again. He decided not to tell Gavin anything more about his methodology but he pulled one of the vials out and checked the label.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 7, 2018 14:57:04 GMT -5
Gavin turned his chin upwards as he watched the other man work. He wished Ippoliti could elaborate on his plan simply so he could feel more involved, but figured it would be better if he didn't ask. He blew out dramatically, rocking back on his heels impatiently. "Is that all you will be needing?" He inquired.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 18:46:32 GMT -5
"Yes." Ippolito responded curtly. "Do you have a deadline for when it needs to be done?" He asked. He expected to get the payment afterwards but he didn't trust Gavin at all beyond their business. He set the vial on his desk. "I might need time to do my own research on this girl."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 7, 2018 19:10:38 GMT -5
Gavin lifted his eyebrow, pulling his hood back over his head. "Not specifically. I just want it done as soon as you can. I trust your actions won't be traced to the either of us." He said in an almost threatening mannerism.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 19:44:37 GMT -5
"I make it a point for it not to be tracked to us. If that becomes difficult I'll have it track to someone else, I can't really decide who but whoever is the most convenient to be framed for the deed." Ippolito said. "Are you at all concerned about looking suspicious leaving here?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 7, 2018 19:49:04 GMT -5
Gavin listened with narrowed eyes, his eyebrow still slightly raised. "Good." He drawled flatly. At the man's question he glanced toward the door with a frown. He hadn't thought anyone had noticed him enter, and hadn't been too nervous about leaving prior to the query. "Not unless you believe I should be." He answers.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 20:12:24 GMT -5
"You can leave out back or take something with you like you simply bought something from my shop." Ippolito suggested, leading the way back downstairs.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 7, 2018 20:16:02 GMT -5
Gavin looked around for anything he could actually benefit from having before just shrugging. "I'll go out the back," he said, pulling at his hood to be sure his face was masked from anyone passing by. Add a hunch and none of his features were even visible. "I'll just be sure I'm not followed." He promised.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 21:25:19 GMT -5
"Alright. Take care." Ippolito said, closing the back door after Gavin left and went back to check on his patient, glad to see the man hadn't woken up or heard them.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 7, 2018 21:44:30 GMT -5
Gavin dipped his head as a polite departed gesture before mutely beginning his journey back home, occasionally looking around to be certain no body was tailing him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 21:51:36 GMT -5
Ippolito had his dinner and later on in the evening went to the tavern closest to the more high-class neighbourhoods, wondering if the girl would be there. He'd brought a small bit of the poison with him in a canteen.
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