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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 22, 2017 19:48:54 GMT -5
Dealing with Death
Muse A is considered a famous assassin in the kingdom, though nobody knows what they look like. And of course, Muse A is a noble by day, covering their nightly activities. They work in the shadows, unseen and unheard until the job is done and the gold is given. But being one of the best comes with a price. Everyone seeks for Muse A to kill the richest, the fairest, and even the royals. But of course, Muse A prefers to stay alive. So they accept contracts for targets who are not quite royalty, but not innocent people either, which leads to their latest contract.
Muse B is a wealthy noble with the king’s favor, yet they have been marked by a client of Muse A. So one night Muse A finally decides that it is time to take Muse B’s life and fulfill the contract. So they sneak into their home, finally coming into a room when they realize that someone told Muse B they were coming, and now they’ve been caught. However, Muse B presents them with a choice. Go to the royal dungeons and rot, or come do dirty work for Muse B.
Note: Open to romance. No magic. Medieval/Older times setting
Muse A: Cynalia “Cyn” Rasachian (✫sιℓvεяяσsε28✫) Muse B: Johan Scribe ( Sherk )
Characters Cynalia “Cyn” Rasachian (✫sιℓvεяяσsε28✫) || A tall slender girl with long light brown hair falling to the small of her back. She has tan skin and a few little dark freckles on her face. She has sapphire blue eyes with a few flecks of gray in them. She has a dark birthmark on the back of her left shoulder. She has scars on her right leg from a riding accident when she was a little girl, and she is very self conscious of it. More scars from training and various fights are scattered across her body, and usually hidden by clothes. She is rather passionate, resourceful, and has learned to be persuasive. Despite being a notorious and well-known assassin, Cyn is modest and only does something if she thinks there is good reason behind it. Not the easiest to work with, and stubborn as well. She is prone to being cynical or sarcastic, but typically plays the part of someone bored and uninterested. As she leads a double life, she is secretive, yet she has mastered the art of blending with the crowd and seeming as normal as can be. ||
Johan Scribe (Sherk)
|| Johan is a young man of average height, though he wields a commanding presence. He has brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair that is usually neatly combed and styled. He dresses formally, and enjoys red and grey and black, like a stereotypical villain. He's not a villain though. Just a little corrupt. He tends to be pretty apathetic and aloof, or at least he tries to be. He has flown off the handle before, usually when one of the few people he cares about(read: his mother) has been wronged. He's a constant liar, and doesn't like people to know too much about how he actually is. He's musically inclined, and especially good at the organ. He probably doesn't care about you, especially if you're in the way of him acquiring even more power. But he can usually grit his teeth and be pleasant for a few hours if he needs to. ||
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Post by Sherk on Nov 22, 2017 20:22:11 GMT -5
Johan Scribe (Sherk) || Johan is a young man of average height, though he wields a commanding presence. He has brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair that is usually neatly combed and styled. He dresses formally, and enjoys red and grey and black, like a stereotypical villain. He's not a villain though. Just a little corrupt. He tends to be pretty apathetic and aloof, or at least he tries to be. He has flown off the handle before, usually when one of the few people he cares about(read: his mother) has been wronged. He's a constant liar, and doesn't like people to know too much about how he actually is. He's musically inclined, and especially good at the organ. He probably doesn't care about you, especially if you're in the way of him acquiring even more power. But he can usually grit his teeth and be pleasant for a few hours if he needs to. ||
I think the plot would lend more to you starting, so could you draft something up?
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 22, 2017 20:23:48 GMT -5
Yeah, and I’ll add that. I figured it would be easier to keep it updated if we think of some things to add.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 22, 2017 20:37:26 GMT -5
At first, one would only see shadows. If they bothered to look closely, they would have noticed the glint of metal amidst the dark. From the corner of the building, she could see the home of her target, as well as the standard guard for any noble. They walked around in pairs, following a set pattern she had taken only a day to memorize, and their armor was more decorative than practical. A shame I don't have time to teach them a lesson. The hooded figure slipped out from her spot, darting along the outer wall and sneaking in through the open gate between rotations of the guards. Her cloak brushed against the ground as she crouched down, watching two more go by. Her mask covered most of her face, though a smirk was the only hint at her amusement. Truly, it seemed too easy to get in, which she did once she reached the door and picked the lock. Soon after, Cyn was inside the large home and slowly making her way through, pulling her twin daggers as she approached the only room with light coming from it.
(I think that's not too bad to start off with.)
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Post by Sherk on Nov 22, 2017 21:58:36 GMT -5
There was a reason it was easy.
Johan had been tipped off as to this assassin's plans several days before. The only real surprise was that this had not happened sooner. Johan did not have very many friends. A man of his ambition and station made more enemies than friends. What he didn't know was who wanted to kill him. And he was going to find out, using what the assassin knew. And then maybe he would use the assassin himself to enact his revenge. He wasn't sure yet. In any case, Johan sat, poised at the edge of his chair like a Bond villain. Several guards surrpunded him. Several more were placed in the bedroom across from this study, waiting to trap the infamous assassin. But not kill him.
OOC: Sorry for the delay! I was drafted to clean up for thanksgiving dinner tomorrow!
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 22, 2017 22:10:00 GMT -5
(That's fine.)
Before she reached the door, she felt a chill rush down her spine. So far, she had been sure to speak with no one about the time she planned to hold up her end of the contract, but something was wrong. If she listened carefully, she could hear something coming from a different room. Despite that, Cyn was a woman of her word, even when she was something as horrible as an assassin. Thankfully, not a soul knew who or what she was, and she didn't plan on anyone learning her identity. Most of her targets were stunned to find their murderer was, in fact, a woman. Fools. Tightening her grip on her daggers, the assassin crept forward and held her breath, using her foot to push open the door just a crack. After waiting, she opened it a little more and found steel waiting for her. What?! Before they could react, she burst in, switching her dagger for the throwing knives strapped to her belt.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 22, 2017 23:04:31 GMT -5
Johan stood up swiftly as the guards closed in around him, forming a human shield. The captain yelled an order, and three other guards came bursting out of the other room, spears at the ready and blocking her escape.
His heart was hammering. Why had he opted to be in the room? Couldn't he have waited elsewhere the assassin might still get to him. Somehow. And then immediately be killed by the guards but it wouldn't matter because he'd be dead. Johan closed his eyes, mentally kicking himself for being such a god damn idiot. These guys better do their job.
Two advanced on the woman, spears pointed at her, their eyes flicking between her and their three friends behind her. "Drop your weapons!" One blustered importantly, "or-I mean AND-we won't kill you!"
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 22, 2017 23:20:18 GMT -5
In response to their orders, Cyn raised her hands, her knives sliding back into her sleeves. Well, this was going to be quite a night. Her eyes flicked to the man who spoke, and the corner of her mouth turned upwards in a smirk once more. You'll have to do more than that to scare me, she thought. After all, she was a wraith, wrapped in black from head to toe and possessing more steel than even these guards. With how she got the clothing tailored, she could pass as a young man so long as her hood covered her face. Her hair was tied back, and the mask hid delicate features. She finally looked around at each of them before she laughed. They could certainly try and protect him, but she'd faced larger numbers and come out with her prize. The three behind her would be the first to go, if she could manage to deal enough damage with the sword strapped to her back. Then the rest would follow fairly quickly. Or, she could wait and see if she could find a better opportunity to carry out her plan.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 22, 2017 23:45:06 GMT -5
The guard who had spoken raised his spear a little higher. He looked young, and his wide eyes held little experience and even less wisdom, "why you laughing?" He demanded, "I'll gut you!" The other voiced agreement, tightening his grip. The one still beside Johan was a little more professional, as were the three behind the assassin.
Johan sort of sighed through his nose, hand falling onto the sword that stood resting against his chair. He was not one for fencing, preferring the finer arts, but he had learned. And while he wasn't amazing, he would prefer to have the last line of defence. Just in case.
OOC: Would you like her to fight/be defeated, so he can discover her identity and use that as blackmail to force her to do the dirty work. Or would you like him to offer/bribe her to fulfill his plan? First one would probably open the door to more interactions between them imo, but you can decide.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 22, 2017 23:52:53 GMT -5
(The first option.)
You can try. Cyn flexed her wrist, and a knife slid from her sleeve and she threw it. The assassin nimbly avoided the spear's tip and turned to bring her leg up and unbalance the younger guard, reaching for her sword and unsheathing it. It was always the newer ones who were easy to take care of, and she slammed the pommel of her sword against his helmet to disorient him before turning to the others. With a sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, she was a force to be reckoned with. Her training had been with most weapons used, and then a few more that few people could master. Just to prove a point, she threw her dagger toward the guards protecting him, and it landed in the wall after whipping past him. The guards were just bodies, and she could reach him regardless of how many stood in her way.
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Post by Sherk on Nov 23, 2017 0:29:54 GMT -5
The poor kid gaped as his spear was knocked away. He blinked slowly at the assassin, then fell to the ground yelling as she smacked his helmet, making it ring uncomfortably in his ears.
Johan wouldn't admit it, but he jumped a little as the knife barely missed his face and thudded into the wall. He snatched up the sword and unsheathed it. Aw beans he might have to use it. He held it at the ready, sinking to the proper fencing pose. He'd go out fighting like a gentleman if he had to.
"He'll get to you over my dead body, sir." The guard next to him promised. Johan had to wonder what inspired that kind of loyalty from him. Probably the huge dividends that would be paid to his family should he die in the line of duty.
But it was not his night to die. One of the guards behind the assassin swung his spear like a club at her head, while another came around to flank her from yet another direction and the one remaining in front of her kept jabbing at her.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Nov 23, 2017 0:53:54 GMT -5
The assassin swung her sword, and it separated the spear head from the wooden shaft. It was their fault for making weapons someone strong could break. She was enjoying this, as they seemed like novices compared to the other assassins she usually fought with at night. During the day, they would expect nothing from who she was supposed to be, and tonight was her night to let the wild thing within her free. She dropped to the floor, ducking to avoided the other spear before she rolled and got to her feet, thrusting her dagger between pieces of armor in a weak spot. To make sure he stayed down, she twisted the weapon before pulling it out and turning to the one trying to flank her. A few drops of crimson fell from her blade, and she flipped it in her hand before launching herself at the third, only to be pulled back by someone stupid enough to grab her cloak. The had a dagger put through their hand, but that was all she could do before she was knocked to the ground. Damn.
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