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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 7:17:59 GMT -5
Pfft, it's fine. I wasn't waiting, I was actually busy that entire time. Hm. I would sorta like to continue that? It's still medieval+eventual romance. Because I have plans for Jube. Mainly that he's such a shallow character I need to try to give him some more depth. {Yeah that's fine, I just need to change my character's name because I'm already using her on here lol. I just have [insert name until I can think of one] running around trying to find a way out}
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 7, 2016 7:20:17 GMT -5
{time skip to night or when they arrive at his prison cell thing?} ((Sure, would you like to skip or me? ))
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Post by Sherk on Dec 7, 2016 7:21:02 GMT -5
Pfft, I've been there.
Alright, shal. I find the last post, or shall we just start from what we last remember?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 7:26:32 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 7:29:36 GMT -5
{each rp I'm doing on this thread has a different post box, here is the one for our rp Sherk ^^
And we can just do what we last remember}
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 7, 2016 7:32:02 GMT -5
((I'll skip to him already inside the cell))
Cain sat in silence in the corner of his cell, shivering with cold, hugging his knees to his chest. He was already homesick and stressed to bits about his parents and his kingdom. What had become of them? Were they okay? He'd barely even begun to think about himself, although he was vaguely wondering why anybody would want to kidnap him in the first place. He shivered again and hugged himself tighter, closing his eyes.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 7:37:33 GMT -5
( I hope it's no trouble, but while Damien is remorseful, he's not the kind of guy who runs away from something he's been working at for so long, so I'll change the begining just slightly to suit his character better. the effect will be the same, but if you find issue with anything at all, let me know. )
The people knew him as The Hawk. He despised that name, not only was it awful and cheesy, but it didn't suit his style of killing at all. He was silent, quick. In and out in a matter of minutes. But hawks killed in a much more brutal fashion - torturing their prey, pulling out fur and feathers and devouring them alive. He had long ago decided this was not his style. It was too messy, it took too long, it left him knowing that his prey had suffered. No, he was not a hawk.
His friends, his family, knew him as Damien. This name he liked. It wasn't a costume like Hawk was, it belonged to him fully. When he'd started killing, he'd reminded himself every day that the Hawk was not killing. Damien was the man holding the knife. Damien was watching the life disappear from someone's eyes. When he turned of age, Damien suffered the consequences, and the Hawk was nowhere to be found. Damien killed, and nobody knew. The scars on his back reminded him that nobody could ever know.
He thought about this as he scaled a castle wall (surprisingly, this was not the first time). He had no need to focus on his hands and feet, they knew what they were doing. It was dark, and the shadows concealed him as he dropped in through a window and into his target's room. A knife glinted in his hands as he walked silently across the carpet.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 7:42:12 GMT -5
It had been a long couple of days with the prince while they had traveled. It was mainly in silence. A cold silence as if they were both giving the cold shoulder. She was standing outside of his cell, guarding it like she was assigned to do. However, this will probably be one of her worst assignments yet if they had to sit uncomfortably the entire time. They were both at fault though. She was at fault for taking him here, and he was at fault for all of his remarks. It really hurt when he called her a peasant. It surely wasn't anything nice to hear, however, the state of him shivering made her feel bad. Stupid morals. She got up from the chair she was sitting on a go to where the guards quarters were kept. She grabbed her blanket off of the bed (since no one else would want a prisoner touching their things) and unlocked his cell. Arabella went over to him in the corner and placed the folded blanket down next to him. Not a word was spoken from her as she went back to her original position outside the cell.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 7, 2016 7:53:25 GMT -5
He tensed up as she came over to him and even flinched as she placed down the blanket. He didn't move until she'd left again, and he slowly, tentitavely, picked up the blanket and wrapped it around himself, slowly relaxing as it offered him both comfort and warmth. He didn't thank her; he was still mad- but he did forgive her ever so slightly for the act of kindness. He examined her after a while, finally taking notice of his captor so he could at least know her face if he ever got out of here.
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Post by Sherk on Dec 7, 2016 7:55:40 GMT -5
Jube quickly ended up realizing that it would be pointless to try to search for the knight inside the cave. It would be great if he could've used the darkness to his advantage, but she could also jump him. He didn't want to take that chance. Call him a coward, he'd be angry. But care had kept him alive so far, a feat for someone in his line of work. So evidentally cowardness was a virtue.
He jogged through the cave, not caring about noise at the moment, and exited, ducking around the corner to hide and wait for her. Next time, next time they'd look a little harder for a defendable fort. With proper cells and everything. Beds. Not a freaking hole in the ground. Jube cursed himself for sending his men away. With only an unconscious Emmett and himself, the knight was a much bigger threat. He kept the anxiety(not fear) at bay by gritting his teeth and clutching his sword so tightly his knuckles went white as he waited to make his ambush.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 13:07:34 GMT -5
{Sorry guys, I'll type to reply soon, about to take a Spanish test}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 14:16:25 GMT -5
Alice only wanted to tell the truth, but that seems to have gotten her in more trouble than it's worth. She should have lied about her sneaking passed the guards to go into town. Then at least she wouldn't be confined to her room for the next few weeks like a prisoner. Then again, her older brother always saw through the lies and would have called her out anyways. However, it truly came down to her parents who never let her go into town. Even with an escort’s. She was practically a hostage. It didn't matter how well treated she was, she was trapped nonetheless.
Alice sat upon her bed, holding a pillow up to her chest and staring at the opposite wall. Her face was expressionless but her brown eyes looked lost in thought. She was pretty yes, but in a state of loneliness and concentration, her brow was furrowed and she looked a little less pretty. Although, Alice wasn't concerned, considering she would be locked up here by herself for a few weeks. Maybe it was best that she was by herself so she doesn't need to be anyone else's problem. Alice was practically a mistake. That was what her brother told her.
Alice sighed and leaned back onto her bed so she was laying down. She let go of her pillow and it fell beside her. Her brown hair was laid out on the pillow her head rested on. "Lord, kill me now." She said in a exhausted tone of voice.
{Yeah that's fine!} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 14:29:23 GMT -5
( great, thank you. )
Damien had five rules when it came to killing. One, go in knowing what you're doing - you don't want to be caught off guard and captured again, not when you know too well what happens when somebody finds out. Two, be clean - the messier the kill the more likely it is that it'll be traced back to you, and you don't want a repeat of last time. Three, do it as painlessly as you can - you won't be able to live with yourself if you know that your victim suffered more than they had to. Four, be silent - don't draw attention to yourself, somebody will scream and you will suffer. Five, be quick - don't interact any more than necessary. Humanity must be discarded
But the princess made an exclamation, one Damien found amusing enough to quirk a smile, and to break two of his five rules. "Now," he said, in a somewhat bored tone, stepping forward into the light. "I'm no lord of any kind, but I could certainly help out with that."
He knew that his attire - a dark, form-fitting shirt and matching trousers along with the hood that covered his head - would be enough to give his profession away, not to mention the small blade he still held loosely in his hand. But he also knew that from his position, he could easily leap across the room to her, slit her throat and be out of there in seconds if she decided to scream for help. He knew his body and capabilities well, well enough to say this without a doubt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 15:13:28 GMT -5
Alice didn't even hear someone enter her room, until they spoke. However, she didn't sit up at first, she continued staring up at the ceiling, hands folded over her abdomen. When he continued speaking though, she did sit up, but with a somewhat tired look on her face. She was so drained emotionally to really do anything except sit and stare at the man who had entered through her bedroom window.
Alice sat with her legs crossed and her head resting on her hand, "I'm sure you could. And I would thank you for it, but I'm afraid I would be dead by then." Alice didn't want to die right away, maybe fantasize a bit about what life will be like after death and then she could die. Alice obviously wasn't needed around the castle. Even if her parents just wanted her out of harms way, it could be because they didn't want to have to give an explanation why she died. Or maybe they would go along acting as if nothing happened in front of the public.
"Whatever you do though, make it quick. I don't want to spend another minute on the earth if I can't enjoy it." She sounded bored, but her eyes glittered with curiosity and she seemed to have regained a bit of energy, but not much more than what was necessary to speak. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 15:31:06 GMT -5
"Yes, that's always the problem isn't it. They never thank me," Damien agreed, kicking himself for continuing this conversation. He should be ending this now, all it would take was one step forward and one movement of the arm. He could be done in seconds.
But she hadn't screamed.
That one thing held him back. Not that they usually screamed, usually nobody even saw his face, but the fact that she was so calm, expectant almost, made it difficult for him to do what he'd come to do. The moment she'd replied, she'd ceased to be prey and become something else entirely. Human.
He stayed rooted to the ground, staring at her. If only she'd scream so that he could end this. She needed to give him a reason to kill - for self-preservation, to get the ringing of screaming out of his ears, anything - but she wasn't. She was just sitting there, looking bored, and watching him like he wasn't there to kill her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 15:39:41 GMT -5
Arabella noticed him flinch, she hoped he wouldn't keep doing that. She didn't like to see him so fearful. In reality, she was only doing what she was told. No one needed to get hurt, but sometimes that just was the way life went. She finally spoke up though after a little while, "Need anything else?" She asked in a mostly sincere way. She figured he was the type to say what he wanted, but then again, that was just going off of a first impression.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 7, 2016 16:09:48 GMT -5
Arabella noticed him flinch, she hoped he wouldn't keep doing that. She didn't like to see him so fearful. In reality, she was only doing what she was told. No one needed to get hurt, but sometimes that just was the way life went. She finally spoke up though after a little while, "Need anything else?" She asked in a mostly sincere way. She figured he was the type to say what he wanted, but then again, that was just going off of a first impression. He glanced up at her warily, examining her for any sign that she was going to take it all away once she'd given it to him. 'f...food?' he asked after a while. 'im... a little hungry.' Little was an understatement. He desperately hoped that this woman would be kinder to him than what she had been; that his first impressions of her could change; that maybe he could befriend her and she'd set him free.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 16:22:25 GMT -5
Alice watched him for a few moments while he stood there. Just staring at her, as if he was waiting for something. But in turn, it was Alice who was waiting for something. She just wanted him to get this over with. It wasn't any big surprise someone was trying to kill a member of the royal family. There have been many attempts, perhaps this one will succeed. Alice scooted closer to the edge of the bed. "Are you going to kill me or just stand there?" Why was she egging him on though? He could kill her a thousand different way, each more creative than the last, and yet she chooses to keep him going.
No wonder Alice was the oddball of the family. Then again, it would be useless to fight. She knew nothing about it. So if you thought about it, she died either way. He was obviously not going to pass up an oppritunity presented to him like this, where she was practically giving her life to him to be spilled out on the floor. "Because if you kill me now, you're doing is both a favor aren't you?"
Alice rested her chin on her hand again, but this time her eyes were dull, almost like acceptance of what was to come. However, the color in her face did not drain, it was still as bright as ever. But her eyes just made her look both lost in thought and bored. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 16:57:31 GMT -5
Damien twirled the knife in his hand, letting the point spin on his finger. He was delicate enough to keep it from piercing his skin, so it wasn't painful, just enough of a pinch for his to gather his thoughts. Was he going to kill her? He was, as the princess had rather insolently pointed out, just standing there. He had a job to do, could he still do it? Did he deserve this, having broken all those rules? He closed his eyes for a moment, then, almost as if without thought, closed the gap between them.
In a fraction of a second, the knife that had been threatening to draw Damien's blood was on the princess's throat. Damien's body moved with an easy kind of grace as he manoeuvred it to stand comfortably beside her, the kind of grace only relentless training earned you.
He drew a deep breath, the only movement he allowed himself. "I don't want to," he hissed, though the blade said otherwise. "I spoke to you, that was a mistake. You're too human now." He cursed under his breath, realising that this was true. He didn't want to kill her. He truly didn't. Yet, he wasn't sure he could just leave her. That would cause too much pain, and if there was one thing that overpowered Damien's conscience, it was his survival instinct. "I should have killed you the moment I came in here," he muttered, anger tinting his words.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 17:38:51 GMT -5
Alice watched as he played with the knife in his hand. She just watched it as she waited for him to make his move. She knew she wasn't going to be prepared or know when he would kill her, perhaps that was better than counting down how much life you have left to live. But why would she care about that? She just told him to end her now, she told God to kill her now. Why didn't it come yet? She has heard God answered prayers when he thought the time was right, was it truly not her time yet?
That was what she thought until he came towards her with an almost graceful sort of maneuver with the knife. She stiffened when the blade touched her neck, and sat rigid, thinking he would make his move. Yet, he did not. He pulled the knife away. But being so close to death, she was starting to realize hat she did have a small will to live. But her not caring if she died or not, seemed to be the only thing that ironically kept her alive.
Alice scooted over some when he sat down beside her. What an odd move for an assassin, to sit down next to their victim and become hesitant towards killing them. "Yes. Maybe you should have killed me on sight. Why didn't you?" She tilted her head to the side a little. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Sherk on Dec 7, 2016 17:51:58 GMT -5
OOC: I'm here for a while.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 18:09:33 GMT -5
{Okay, I'll reply in a bit}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 18:17:15 GMT -5
He spoke meekly. She figured it was the cold though. The stone wasn't exactly a great insulator for heat underground. She nodded and stood up to go get food set out for the prisoners. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to hold them over. The once proud prince was now nothing more than a beggar in jail.
She unlocked the door yet again and set down the tray of food in front of him. She she stood back up though, their eyes locked for a moment. Maybe he was just waiting for her to leave so he can eat his food, she didn't know, but it was an odd feeling when they did. Arabella left after a few moments though back to her chair. He shouldn't get too comfortable around her though, there was no way they could be friends.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 18:19:43 GMT -5
"I didn't want to," Damien repeated, slowly, drawing out each syllable. He didn't have any other reason for his mistake, which made the whole thing leave an impossibly worse taste in his mouth. He'd hesitated. For the first time in so many years, he had hesitated. And she wasn't even that different. His kill count was high, royals and beautiful women were certainly among them, and that had never phased him before. No, what had phased him was that she'd asked for death.
It should have made it easier, knowing that she wanted it. She'd even said that had she been able to, she would thank him for a quick death. So why was it so difficult to do ask she'd asked. It was a cut. One he'd made countless times, one that had killed countless people by his hand.
But he had hesitated.
"Why did you ask for death," he countered, hoping that her answer might make this a little bit easier. He needed her dead, he couldn't risk his face getting out, he couldn't risk getting caught.
But she wasn't screaming for help. He had hesitated.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 18:34:10 GMT -5
Why didn't he want to though? Wasn't that his job, to kill those who he was assigned to kill? He was just as confusing to her, as she must be to him. She was an open target who asked for death, and he was an assassin who didn't want to kill. Well, kill her anyway.
She gave a small, sad smile before answering. Alice looked down at the ground, "I'm not needed here. I'm a mistake, and no one misses mistakes. I might be doing my parents a favor if I died. That would be one less child to take care of." It was much more complicated and elaborate than that, but he didn't need to know all of the details. After all, no one else cared. Why would he?
"Why do you do what you do though?" Alice turned her body to face him more, so she could see if he was lying or not when he answered her question. If he answered her question. This man seemed to be the kind to skirt around a lot of questions. But what would she know? She was the stupid princess who asked for death. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 7, 2016 18:36:51 GMT -5
He spoke meekly. She figured it was the cold though. The stone wasn't exactly a great insulator for heat underground. She nodded and stood up to go get food set out for the prisoners. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to hold them over. The once proud prince was now nothing more than a beggar in jail.
She unlocked the door yet again and set down the tray of food in front of him. She she stood back up though, their eyes locked for a moment. Maybe he was just waiting for her to leave so he can eat his food, she didn't know, but it was an odd feeling when they did. Arabella left after a few moments though back to her chair. He shouldn't get too comfortable around her though, there was no way they could be friends. Like she had thought, the moment she left he began to eat; still with manners even in his dire predicament. Not for the first time that night he began to examine his cell for weak spots; the guard for chances to escape, keeping track of where keys were placed and how things around here worked. He finished his food and sat back. His kingdom could wait; for now, he had to focus on himself and surviving, in order to return to it once more. He would not allow his parents nor his kingdom to be without him... if they had even survived. He shuddered at the thought.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 19:00:15 GMT -5
( Damien takes a turn for the melodramatic in this, haha, oops. he's a dramatic guy, what can I say? )
Damien frowned but nodded. He supposed he had no right to judge; he killed those that begged to live, he had no right to judge anyone. Instead, he just listened. He offered no comfort, didn't tell her that he was sure her family cared, didn't reach out to touch her. In fact, as she turned towards him, he moved away, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of them being any closer together than they already were - unless it involved knives and the promise of death, that was.
He considered answering the question but decided against it. He couldn't give her any information. None at all. She'd seen his face, she knew too much already. He certainly wasn't going to give her information that could be used to track him down. "Why does anybody do anything," he said finally, answering the question without telling her anything. But the answer was there, ringing in his head, clear as if he'd spoken the words aloud. I kill because I have no choice. I kill because I was raised into this life. I kill because it's the only thing I know. I kill because, in this world, it's kill or be killed.
Kill or be killed. He remembered those words more clearly than any others. He remembered his father, standing in front of his when he'd been nothing but a child leaving for the war, reminding him. Kill or be killed, Damien. Remember. So he did. Look where that had gotten him. It had gotten him nothing but a first-class ticket to hell and a kill count higher than any assassin his age for as long as anyone could remember. And it had gotten him hesitation, in a situation where he should have struck.
"Do you want to die? Or do you just not want to live?" he turned the questioning on the princess again, needing something that could convince him to just do what he needed to do. He needed to do this.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 19:15:23 GMT -5
Alice noticed him scoot away, br she didn't mind. She only turned to look at him because it was easier for her to talk this way. She needed things to be easy right now. Especially when everything was so confusing and questions were left unanswered. Although, Alice didn't mind. She liked to be left to think about things. Not in the way her parents are making her though, with her under practically room arrest.
She closed her eyes briefly, taking in what he was saying, "Both. I have no will to live, and perhaps my curiosity has drawn me to finding out what happens after death. Whichever way you want to take it."
Alice would have liked to have pressed why he didn't answer her question, but she knew better. It could be something that haunts him from long ago, maybe it was revenge when he first started but it had gone too far. Alice couldn't be sure. People were very complex. As were there emotions. She would know, after all she was human like the others.
{Lol, Damien is great but terrifying} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 7, 2016 19:37:05 GMT -5
( ain't that the truth? he's so incredibly intense and so dramatic I don't know what to do with myself when I'm writing him. more is more with him. )
Damien cursed again. Clearly, this was not the answer he had wanted. If she could just give him a straight answer, maybe he'd be able to do something, but for now he was stuck. He determined in that moment to never hesitate again. Follow the rules, get out, do it quick. Prove you're no Hawk.
But he could do nothing but sit there silently, assessing her and the threat she might pose. No matter how he twisted this, it was resignation. He wouldn't kill her. He couldn't kill her. If she longed for death, there were ways for her to achieve it, but he would not be a weapon today. Tomorrow there'd be someone else to kill, another hit list and more bloodshed. But Damien needed today.
Still, he couldn't just leave. He didn't trust this woman - not after a mere ten minutes of conversation, five of which had been allocated to assassination attempts (or, attempts at them anyway). No, he couldn't leave only to have her tell people what he looked like. If he was caught and they identified him this time, he wouldn't be tried for manslaughter but the murder of dozens of people. He'd die, painfully, and he didn't want that.
"I can't kill you, but I can't leave you to talk," he said evenly after a few minutes of silence had passed. "You have two choices - we fake your assassination and you leave with me. You'd be a captive, escape would not be an option and result in death, but you'd be treated well enough. Or I could make sure that you never say another word. It won't kill you, but it will hurt. You'll stay here, in your life of luxury." He wasn't sure why he was even giving her the option, but he'd also never spared someone before, so maybe he was looking for guidance. Either option wasn't tempting, and he couldn't imagine that either of them would seem interesting to the princess, but they were the only two solutions to this obvious problem.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 20:50:32 GMT -5
Alice knit her eyebrows together and her face appeared concerned almost when he cursed. Was she confusing hi or making things more difficult? She was told by her maid that she was good at that. Especially around her brother.
This man seemed so angry though, well, maybe not angry, but flustered at least. She assumed if he was an assassin he had killed people before her, why did he stop with her. She said she was human but thay didn't make sense to Alice. Weren't all of his victims human? Unless he meant he only realized her to be human when they spoke.
She widened her eyes with shock at the prepositions he had made. Which, if she was being honest, sounded intriguing. "I don't live a life of luxury as it is. I'm pretty much in my room all day unless my mother wants to introduce me to a suitor." Alice rolled her eyes, "I'd rather just go with you. Who knows, along the way I might be lucky and make you mad enough to kill me." She remembered all of those times her brother exaggerated how annoying he thought her to be and said she should be lucky he hasn't killed her yet. But she can never tell if he is serious or not.
{There are some characters where I could write a novel and rp them, but there are others where I'm like...maybe not...} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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