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Order of Moonlight - Assassins' Guild [IC]
Topic Started: April 20, 2011, 10:22 pm (1,789 Views)
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This day seemed to be beginning like any other at the headquarters of the Order of Moonlight. The sun had risen less than an hour ago, and already the maze-like array of corridors were being traveled by the many assassins who called the ancient stone fortress their home. Some had been up since before dawn to start their daily training, while others were taking it easy and dragging their feet to breakfast in the elaborate dining hall which looked like it had been used for religious ceremonies at some point in the fortress' history. Still others were just now arriving at the fortress from their nighttime contracts.

The previous night had been a busy one. A small group of guild members had been sent to "retrieve" some new and unsuspecting recruits, and a few others had been sent to fulfill other obligations. One of them in particular had been assigned to infiltrate a prison and kill one of the inmates. That contract had fallen to the assassin known as Zehyr, the Order's one and only Angel of Death.

It was good practice for the assassins to return from their nightly jobs at sunrise, and as usual for his contracts, Zehyr had arrived just as the sun was starting to peek over the mountainous and snow-covered horizon. Sure he had been less punctual in the early days of his career, but since becoming the Angel of Death, he'd made a point of coming back exactly when he was supposed to. Others made a similar point, considering their fear that the guildmaster would have them punished for being late. Early was always welcome as well, but several assassins strove to return at the same time as Zehyr. That way, they knew they were safe. For now.

Upon arrival at the fortress, Zehyr had made his way up to his room to change into clothes which weren't soaked in blood that wasn't his own. His long black hair--always kept in a low ponytail when he was on missions--was caked with dried blood, and it certainly needed cleaning as well. There were few things that Zehyr hated, but having dirty hair was one of them. The rest of him could go to hell. So long as his hair was clean, he was in what some might loosely consider to be a good mood. Though with Zehyr, it was enormously difficult to tell what sort of mood he was in. Whenever the other assassins saw him, he was always the same: stoic. Blank. Stony. No emotions. A neutral expression. A flat voice meant for carrying only words and not feelings. The new recruits were often unnerved by his eerie stoicism, but they grew used to it in time. It was just how Zehyr was. The older assassins, though, were less accepting of that stoicism. Many of them could remember the sweet and passionate boy that Zehyr used to be.

Once clean, Zehyr dressed in a fresh outfit which was just as black as his previous one. Long sleeves covered the pair of leather sheaths he had strapped to his forearms to hold a pair of throwing knives. A disguised slit in the side of his pants legs allowed him access to a pair of knives he kept sheathed on the side of his thighs. As was typical of the assassins here, Zehyr also kept a couple knives hidden in his boots. And with that arsenal stored under his clothes, he had a belt with a pair of sheathed daggers set at his waist. Those, at least, were visible to the general public. He never went anywhere without a weapon with him. For someone in his position, it helped to be a bit on the paranoid side.

He left his small and very under-decorated room and made his way down to the main floor of the fortress. It was his routine to check with the guildmaster each morning to learn if he had any tasks to carry out during the day. His hopes were that he would not have to kill another guild member today. He'd killed three in the past month, and the tension and anger in the air whenever he passed one of the friends of the departed members was palpable. He was used to it by this point, though. He'd killed enough guild members to make the rest of them hate him. He supposed it made his job easier, since they no longer made any efforts to befriend him. It was easier to kill someone when they weren't pleading with you to reminisce on past instances of closeness. Physical closeness had never been the case for Zehyr, but he'd been emotionally close to several of the older members before he took a turn for the worse when it came to feeling and expressing emotions. Certainly before he became the Angel of Death and the loyal dog of the guildmaster. Killing one of those friends had been difficult for him even in his current state, but he couldn't disobey the guildmaster's orders. He was a slave to her whims and everyone here knew it.

It took a couple minutes for Zehyr to reach the door which led to the guildmaster's office. She was probably awake by this point and getting down to business for the day, and the somewhat short assassin knocked on the door to alert her to his presence. Some of the others had pestered him about his height--a mere 5'6", at this point--when he'd first come here. He'd been a lot shorter then, of course, but it was obvious he wouldn't be getting much taller. Still, when just about every inch of one's body is packed with lean and toned muscles, a deficit of height really doesn't matter that much.
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It was morning; the soft echo of footsteps moving down the hall reverberated through the bedroom door and snaked its way into the sleeping man’s dreams. Ignoring the annoying noise for as long as possible, Leon hid beneath the warmth of his small bed’s covers. Unable to handle it anymore, the strangely wolf-like man threw the warm covers over the end of the bed and begrudgingly got up. ‘Every single day, can’t a guy sleep in just for one day,’ he thought stamping over to his private bathroom. The floor was cold beneath his bare feet; the only warmth he received was from his own body heat and the sun peeking through his window. Crossing the threshold into the bathroom Leon stripped off the rest of his clothes and hopped into the small stall that was supposed to be a place of bathing. Finding the fresh bucket of water and a cloth Leon cleaned himself making sure to clean around his hands, feet, and mouth well since the blood of his victims tended to build up around those areas the most.

Stepping out of the cramped stall Leon moved over to the mirror that hung carefully against the wall and picked and scrubbed at his teeth until he was satisfied with how they looked. Finding dried reservoirs of blood in the gaps of your teeth was exciting maybe once or twice but the pain of having to clean it out made it annoying to drink the blood of targets for Leon. Moving away from the small cleaning facility Leon switched over to his dresser picking out a thin white t-shirt and a pair of training pants. Kneeling down he pulled on a pair of nondescript sandals that let his claw like feet breathe unlike the normal shoes that most assassins wore. Pulling on the items quickly Leon scooped his favorite fur lined jacket from the corner post of his bed and exited the single person room.

Closing the thick door behind him a face he had seen many times before passed him heading for what he assumed was the dining hall. Glancing at the man’s back Leon followed suit wondering what the man would be having for breakfast today. ‘How can he stand going through such a monotonous routine every day? Let’s see today I think is when he generally has two eggs Benedict with a side of toast and hashed potatoes,’ he pondered retrieving the man’s daily routine from his memories. Upon reaching the dining hall Leon slid in line right behind the somewhat older man and carefully watched as the man asked for two eggs Benedict, toast, and hashed potatoes. Smirking to himself at his flawless memory of the man’s morning routine Leon said, “Can I get two eggs scrambled, three sausage links, a bowl of oatmeal, and two pieces of toast.

After a brief moment the food he had ordered was on a tray in front of him with fresh pillows of steam rising from the different items. Following the man that had ordered before him Leon stabbed one of the sausage links with his claw-like fingers and dropped it onto the man’s plate saying, “Please change up your diet, with such an obvious daily routine it’s no surprise you aren’t dead yet.” With that Leon slunk away to a table beside a window that overlooked the Order’s territory. The lush trees fresh with green leaves that swayed with the slightest push from the wind. Stabbing another one of the sausage links with his finger Leon nibbled on it slowly as he watched the foliage sway and the different winged wildlife going about their daily lives. Every so often a dark blur would be seen moving from one tree to the next as if it were chasing something. In reality though, the blurs were some of the different assassins going about their daily training. Usually the ones that were out this early were apprentices training under their respective masters or those assassins that were experimenting with new techniques, poisons, or explosives.

With a small sigh Leon replaced the half-eaten sausage on his finger with a piece of toast that had been so perfectly browned to the point where it was soft yet contained a hint of crunchiness that Leon adored so much. ‘I wonder if there’s going to be something exciting happening today,’ he thought letting the piece of toast hang awkwardly from his mouth.
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Fala sat beneath a tree, staring up into the sky with her head tilted slightly. She wore a long black dress covered in various orange swirls here and there. She looked down at the silver, metal bat she clutched in her hands. She had chosen it as a weapon, but why? She did not know. Something about it drew her to it, and she simply accepted her fate.
I keep hearing about a test. Fala thought, blinking. Soon I will have to kill another human being. The wind picked up for a moment, causing her hair to flow freely. Hmm, I have never done such a thing. Perhaps it will be enjoyable?
The wind dyed down again and Fala found herself wondering what to do. She did not want to eat food, nor want to socialize with the other freaks who lived within the guild. She was still new, and still had a lot to learn. She slipped a dagger out of her belt and stabbed it down hard into the grass, crushing a beetle that had dared rest beside her. Green oozed from it's body. She only watched with a small smile of satisfaction.
"Yes, to kill. I wonder how that will be."
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Yin was feeling a lot of pressure right now. Pressure from being out on her first contract, pressure from not wanting to fail and subsequently be thrown out of the Guild with the possibility of her also being killed, and pressure from her mark whom was now trying to man handle her upstairs into his bedroom. 'At least he was bringing the wine,' she thought, seeing it grasped in his one hand as his other was thrust (somewhat low) around her waist.

She felt uncomfortable and vulnerable. She wasn't supposed to be this close with the mark, she was just supposed to have slipped into the evening party, set down the flask of wine as a present for him, and departed. But he'd insisted she stay. So she played pretend for a bit. Yin thought about how Thane told her to try blending in more, that if she wanted to be effective that she needed to blend in. She supposed this would be as good a time as any to heed her venerable Mentor's advice. So she played it up.

She'd never been one for parties, but it was her life or his at this point. And it had to be his. So she was led upstairs, and she allowed him to lock the door. He came at her. "Come on, pretty, how about we get more comfortable?" He laid her down on the bed, setting the flask of wine on an end table near by. His breath was absolutely rank, and the stubble on his cheeks was not good for the kisses he was trying to lay on Yin's neck. 'Patience, Yin.' She repeated her Mentor's constant refrain to her in her mind. She allowed the old corrupt bureaucrat to kiss her neck some more. She didn't return it; she still had some bounds to how far she was willing to go for this.

He began trying to unlace the back of her dress, a very thin thing in itself. White, with black roses around the hem. She took this opportunity while his hands were occupied to roll out from under him to the side and snatch the wine. "How about a drink first?" The corpulent politician smiled a rotten grin. "Oh, certainly my dear, let's toast to the night then!" He went to his went downstairs to fetch two glasses. She took his momentary absence to slip a knife out of her brassiere. 'When the time is right...'

He returned, glasses full to the brim. "You first, my sweet." She smiled at him, taking the toxin filled glass. To the average person the glass was full of wine, but the trained eye could spot the faint swirling crimson that snaked through the liquid. Yin's poison was the strongest she had, and the dosage should have been able to knock the old man right out after he drank.

But she hadn't counted on having to drink the poison herself.

The man smiled, and encouraged her to clink glasses. "To a night I'm sure we'll never forget."

"Yes, to the night," and then much quieter to herself," I'll always remember."

They drank. He downed his, chugging it most grotesquely. She drank hers as well. Within moments, Yin felt the deadly toxins pumping through her veins. Her heart raced, and she could hear the blood pumping in her head. But then she felt a cooling, a great cold strike through her blood, as if blasted by a chill of the north. And the shakes and trembles subsided, and her heart rate decreased.

Not even her deadliest toxin could overcome her power of endurance. Her steel resolve could not be broken. This man's, however, was already shattering.

He keeled over, and spat the wine onto the floor. He crashed from standing, and came down hard against the table. The wine flask toppled over, and hit the ground, smashing and spraying the contents across the floor. Yin ran quickly over to the window and, lifting it up, smashed it from the outside in. She then took the dagger and stuck it into her mark's back, allowing the poison it was tipped with to dribble down so it was visible. 'So there's that taken care of. Now all I need to do is get out.'

So Yin screamed. She let her glass slip out of her grasp and crash to the floor as well. With the evidence disposed of, Yin let out mighty wails, and soon enough the entire party was upstairs and seeing what was up. And then they realized he was dead.

The clean up was started, and the guards came to investigate. Yin wanted nothing more than to get out of the manor and back to the Order's fortress in the hills, but she had to be cleared first. They questioned everyone, and after discovering the dagger with the poison tip having 'come through the window,' she was allowed to be let go.

She walked away, into the foothills, to where she had left her gear. She let the dress fall around her ankles, the moon playing off of her pale skin and fair white hair as she reached down to pick up her cloak to put on.

She'd done it. Her mark was dead, the guards thought it had been due to the dagger, and she was off and free. Now all that was left to do was to return to the fortress and be marked an Assassin.

"Yin the Assassin." She said it aloud, allowing herself a small squee as she thought of herself being dubbed a full fledged Assassin. No more Mentoring and oversight. She'd proven her methods were effective, that her sly poisons could be as strong as any dagger or arrow. She was living proof that her inventiveness was a great asset.

She began the climb into the mountains, knowing well that if she did not reach the gates by morning's light that she would throw a shadow of displease on her efforts tonight. She had to prove her worth. And so she raced the oncoming dawn back to her mountain home, to where she would be welcomed, finally, into the family.
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The steely blue of the awakening world was lightening. Rays of light were creeping steadily up the foothills and tree-tops, valleys and cliff-faces that surrounded the stone walls of the ancient monument she called home. Simplistic designs, high windows and eerie towers stood out against the scenery, slowly being lit like a stage as the world’s largest spotlight struck the stone. The quarrelling of birdlife and the distant cry of a cockerel stirred the morning air, and it was a brisk air at that. Slipping silently from the remaining shadows of the night and into the dawn crept her brothers and sisters, darting across open spaces and scrambling over walls in race-like fashion. The last, a black adorned, short and blood-soaked Angel, finally brought the morning to the steps of the fortress. And she witnessed it all from on high. For perched, balancing effortlessly atop the spire of the western tower, skin illuminated the palest of white in the spotlight of the sun, and dark hair dancing about her delicate features, was Deatania.

She was not alone of course. The cool, slippery sensation of scales against skin was ever constant upon her stomach and chest. The deadly yet tame monacle cobra, Tahiti, slithered and skulked beneath Dea’s clothes, hugging and twisting about her form, only subtly visible beneath the dress. The poisonous-yellow snake remained on Deatania’s person at all times; her companion, her constant, her weapon. Dea lightly tickled the body of the cobra through her silk clothes, smiling as a gentle hiss emanated from them. “Like the warmth of the sun, don’t you Tah?” Deatania raised her face once more to look out over the brightened sight before her, allowing the soothing warmth of the sun to caress her skin. The bleak, freezing cold contained in the stone walls beneath her was quickly forgotten in the presence of such warmth. She sighed happily. “I do too.”

An eerie gong resounded for the start of breakfast, and Dea lurched forward involuntarily. She wasn’t overly fond of the food available in the hall, and preferred to wait for the better-quality lunch menu and skip her first meal. But Tahiti required the sustenance. A slight shift in her position, and Dea dropped from the spire and onto the braced gutter below, alighting noiselessly and with practiced grace. The sound of a closing door startled Dea, and she cocked her head to the side in curiosity, listening intently. The sound of shifting footsteps, and the muffled sounds of human interaction drifted up to Dea, whose curiosity finally peaked. Readying her feet and gripping the ledge tightly, Dea fell forwards off the ledge to dangle upside down, her hair falling like a mop behind her, and her cocked head still held in place. Dea’s eyes widened, and she worked hard not to startle as her heart skipped a beat in fear at what she saw.

Deatania often hung about on the rooftops and spires of the fortress, but the world above was very different to the world below. The stone and tile exterior – from above – gave no true hints as to where abouts you might be dangling. Though Dea was confident in her navigation of her home from the inside, the rooftops and towers were nothing more than a playground, and at times a training area, where she could lose herself and forget about the pressures, tensions and rules of the world below. Today she’d taken rest upon the western tower to watch the world blink awake. What she didn’t realise was that she was roosted atop the Guildmaster’s tower. The head of the Order had her back to the window where the tiny acrobat hung from, but she was not alone. Deatania pulled herself up quickly, remaining altogether silent, and prayed that her shadowy companion – the feared, machine-like and stoic Angel of Death – had not seen her silhouette.
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Meanwhile in the courtyard below, Teishi had already thrown himself into training. He'd been awake since the third hour, exercising for the day ahead. And what was today? Today was his first day as a Devil within the Order he loved so much. The old man had been serving the guild faithfully for 41 years. He didn't count the year just passed, since it had been his first year as an apprentice, and that was the time it had taken him to find his bearings within the Order. And now he was an old man. Well, as far as the term "old man" flew with Tei these days. He was still just as fit as he had been after his first assassination. 50 wasn't even that old really, was it? "No." he smiled heartily to himself. "No it isn't."

Being of Devil rank now meant that he would push himself further in his training, harder in his goals and health. He would one day be known as one of the Devils that made this place great, revered teachers who made a name for themselves and by extension gave others the possibility to make names for themselves. Tei had always loved teaching the apprentices of the order. Fresh-faced recruits who sometimes had no idea what they were getting into. The man recalled his last - and so far the most hard-working and accomplished - apprentice, Dea. He remembered how he'd once seen her disfigured form as a weakness. But somehow, she'd proved to him - and everyone else - that it was anything but a weakness. It was her strength.

Teishi laughed as he remembered back to the days they'd spent training together. It was funny, because just prior to their meeting, he'd thought that it was going to be him that was going to be pushing her too hard. When they had began, it became apparent that there was nothing too hard for Dea. Come to think of it, the whole animal thing had been quite the struggle for Tei to overcome. He could remember each claw, each bite he'd received from those magnificent creatures. And if he could've done it all again - he'd bet he wouldn't have changed a thing.

The old man wondered how she was doing right now; it wasn't easy to forget someone you'd taught so much too, someone you'd learnt so much from. Though there was quite the age gap between them, he couldn't think of a better term to describe the pair of them than "old friends". They hardly saw each other anymore, often sent out on separate missions. But he made a point of meeting up with her whenever he could, just to see how she was coming along. However, the time for sentimental stuff was done for the day. It was time to meet up with his current apprentice, Fala.

Whilst he enjoyed training the child, there had been issues with how she conducted herself. It was subtle, but Teishi could see a yearning to kill in those supposedly innocent eyes. And whilst eagerness to do a good job was a positive thing, this girl seemed like she could make the decision to kill an entire town without flinching... It was slightly unsettling. But rather than worry, the old man got to work. Thankfully Fala was nearby, sitting under a tree. As he approached, Tei saw the perfect picture of innocence before him - which completely dissolved as she took the life of a bug that stopped next to her. He did his best to ignore the spectacle and continue with what he'd been assigned to do.

"Good morning Fala." he smiled with genuine courtesy. "Practicing killing techniques already? I don't think you're quite ready for your first contract just yet." he joked light-heartedly, though it was the truth. The girl was showing much promise, but that subtly over-eager attitude was not something he wanted to encourage so early in the game. It was how they lost apprentices... "Are there any questions about the homework I gave you yesterday?" Theory was just as important as practical training in most of the older assassins' opinions. It was preparation for the mind, so that people wouldn't go charging in, swords drawn. "If not, we'll get right down to today's test."

Every day that Tei gave his apprentice something to study for homework, it was guaranteed that the next day, there would be a three question pop-quiz. "First off," he began, a stern tone taking over. "What is the most efficient way of taking down an opponent who's specialty is externally damaging, hand-to-hand, close quarters combat?" This was an important question for two reasons. Firstly, because many people that were targeted by the Order were often skilled in some form of physical combat. So if an assassin was ever caught off guard, they could still have a good chance at defending themselves and killing their target.

And second, externally damaging, hand-to-hand combat was one half of Teishi's speciality... If she couldn't answer this, there would be trouble if a sparring match was in order - and most of the time, it was. "Second, what is the first rule when stalking a target?" This was a rather simplistic question. Because they'd only just started their training together, it would be unfair for him to fire off three unimaginably difficult questions to begin with. "Finally, if at first glance, your target seems like they could cause you a lot of trouble if you take them head on, what do you do?"

Alright... thought Teishi to himself. Let's see how she fares...

(To Roka; You can give whatever answer you think is right. I'll most likely accept any answer as the right one so long as it's in reason. lol)

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The beautiful sun rising as the last stragglers of last nights contracts were coming in was lost to a lone man standing in the courtyard. Today he was waiting on his apprentice. Her first contract was last night and while she didn't complete the contract to his liking she still managed to kill the mark. Stern words would definitely be given when she returned but after that a celebration for her. An assassin would never last if she didn't learn stealth.y. Stealth was an assassins deadliest weapon.
Breathing in deep he relaxed his muscles as one of his many runners came up. Quickly handing him a rolled up piece of parchment the runner dashed off. Putting his thumb nail under the seal he gently let his fingers probe the bumps and ridges three times to make certain of he message. It was the exact same as all of the others. A man had been killed at one of the local manors and a young girl matching the description of Yin was still in the room when the guards arrived. Crumpling the note up he took out his flint and burned the parchment. As the paper burned he caught the voice of Teishi. Quietly walking up to them he listened to them. It seemed as if Teishi was giving a lesson to his new apprentice. So far the girl had shown an eagerness to kill, but she seemed to eager for her own good. Teishi had been an excellent mentor to Deatania, but Fala would be a whole new book to write. A thought occured to him as he was staring blindly out toward the sky. "Ah today is the day you become a Devil is it not Teishi?"
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Remi pushed herself up from her bed, not sleeping mind you she rarely slept. She just sort of laid there staring at the ceiling until everything got so fuzzy her mind blanked out. She looked around her room some. Her room was quite bare as it only had a single person bed, and some drawers for her cloths. The only thing that gave her room 'character' was the flowers on the window, soaking the sunlight.

She smiled happily before moving toward the window and looking over her flowers, just about the only things she didn't wish dead. She enjoyed seeing how much they grow per day, when they get too big she will take some of their seeds and replant them. They needed some sunlight, and she didn't feel much like going outside every day, far too much of a pain, replanting was far easier. In fact she has another garden in her office, which was actually connected to her room, and in fact the only way into her room aside from the window.

She stretched again before going out into her office. The office was far more furnished then her bedroom as it had her desk and chairs, about two more, far less comfortable chairs back toward the door, and one even less comfortable then the previous two set in front of her desk, needless to say most people chose to stand unless told to sit. There was also several small bookcases filled with books, her garden on the window at her back, the door out and the door to her room, and finally one very thick book set on a podium that held every rule ever written in the guilds history.
She checked her flowers in here before turning and sitting at her desk, just as a knock came. "Enter." She called to the person at the door, before taking note a shadow from the window. There wasn't too many people who go climbing over rooftops so she didn't really have to guess who it was. "Deatania." She stated quietly, before focusing on the one at the door.

When Zehyr entered Remi motioned toward the chair, "Have a seat, or stand both works fine." Remi stood before moving toward Zehyr, her ever present smile showing happiness, and masking any emotions she may be feeling. At present she was wondering what she always wondered about Zehyr, 'how does his pained screams sound?' "How was your most recent kill?"
Screams were something she found most interesting, and she loved them far more than many people should. She takes great love in making people feel pain, and is never without her needles that adorn her cloths. Each one was made of slivers of bamboo, sharp enough to cut, quite strong, and if broken they splinter making them even more dangerous, though splintering them would make them dangerous for her too.
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Fala looked up quickly. She had been so transfixed on the bug she didn't hear the footsteps that came toward her. She listened without word, ignoring the joke he had gave her, then she took in what he asked. She thought about the first question for a moment then tried to give an answer.
"Hmm. Be far away where they can't get you. Throw a dagger at them or something." Fala shrugged. She never really thought about strategies of killing, and the immature girl didn't care. But even so she tried to answer at least decently.
"When stalking your target you must blend in. Don't look as if your stalking, and don't seem suspicious. But if you and the one you're stalking are alone it's probably best to be quiet and match their footsteps." Fala said. "Footsteps are what give someone away the most for me." Yet I was too focused on this stupid bug to hear Tei's.
"Third, take them down quickly before they notice you. Make them unmovable so they can't fight back. For example, wound their arms so they can't use their weapons against you." Fala finished.
"Is that all?" she said with boredom.
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Having already eaten breakfast, Honan headed back towards his room. Upon reaching it, he gave the knob a twist. It was locked. This was no unfortunate accident, however, as Honan made a habit of exiting his room via the window and leaving his door locked from within. Why? To practice his skills, of course. Needless to say, he changed his lock quite often to keep the routine "fresh".

A grin surfaced as he reached for his lock-pick kit and knelt down before the door. He removed two needles from the pouch at his waist and placed them into the keyhole. Each slight movement saw a pin unlocked until the third and last was released. With a click, the knob turned and the door creaked open. "Easy." Honan twirled the needles between his fingers before tossing them back into the pouch with a satisfied grunt. With that, he stepped into his dark room, headed for the window curtains and flung them open to let in the sunlight.

Despite the light source, his room was still quite dark: His bed had black sheets with a purple comforter, upon the floor laid a purple carpet, and by the open window billowed purple curtains. Upon the walls, dozens of iron loops hung down and shimmered within the sunlight. Honan used these to practice throwing his cherished grappling hook, as well as devise various ways to loop his chains for other purposes.

He headed for the cabinet in the corner of his room, which was - not surprisingly - locked. He had a key for it though, as he did for all his locks, in the off chance that he either misplaced his tools or was feeling particularly lazy that day. He reached into his cloak to retrieve the cabinet key. It was fine; he had his practice just a few moments ago anyway. The doors swung open to reveal all sorts of weights, hooks, and blades -- items Honan attached to either end of his chain to carry out different tasks.

He pondered for a moment. The weight of these objects made it so that carrying more than a couple became a problem, thus he had to carefully consider his assignment before choosing what to take along with him.

"Let's see," Honan reached towards a sickle and a heavy iron sphere. "These should do nicely."
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Zehyr stepped into the guildmaster's office upon being invited inside. His rather pretty green eyes fixed momentarily on a certain female assassin dangling outside the window, but he gave no reaction to her presence other than that brief glance. Honestly, he could care less if she was out there. She probably couldn't hear a thing from inside the room with the window closed, and considering Zehyr's perpetually neutrality in body language, she couldn't even read that. Let her hang there. If the guildmaster didn't care, then Zehyr saw no reason to even close the curtains.

The guildmaster's invitation to sit was ignored. Zehyr preferred to stand during these meetings. She certainly knew that by now, and when the guildmaster approached him, he didn't so much as shift back a millimeter. He'd seen others in the guild shift back from her just to keep a comfortable distance, but concepts such as personal space didn't quite exist for Zehyr. He respected the boundaries of others, but he had no boundaries of his own.

At her question, he stated in an emotionless voice, "It went as planned. The target was eliminated. There were no witnesses." He'd entered the prison cell through the wall, slit the sleeping man's throat, and left through the wall. It had been an easy contract, even with several guards on patrol. Others would have had to sneak around and avoid the guards, but Zehyr simply didn't have to go through that inconvenience. He'd had to climb the wall to get to the right level, but he'd done so much training in wall-climbing that it was a simple feat to perform. The stones of that prison were rough with plenty of hand and foot holds. Obviously they hadn't expected someone to try climbing the wall, or they would have slicked it with oil or something to make the stones more difficult to grip. Zehyr almost wished they had done so. It would have made the contract less boring. At least the guards at the outside doors had been somewhat attentive, but they, like the vast majority of people, failed to realize that "up" was a direction they could look in search of intruders. As soon as Zehyr had gotten a dozen feet off the ground, he no longer had to worry about being seen.
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The sun was just beginning to crest over the edges of the earth as Yin finally made her way through the gates to the mountain hideaway she called home. It was an ancient places, and the various turrets and battlements blended in with the surrounding rough of the mountain quite well. The keep, the main hold where all of the assassins called home, was already alive and buzzing this early.

Yin let out a sigh of relief. She had almost been late, but she could still see the Zehyr, the Guild's Angel of Death, up ahead of her heading into the main keep. No doubt to report to the Guildmaster of his success the night prior. Yin would get to do that soon enough. She glowed with the anticipation of it all.

Striding forth into the yard, she pulled out a tiny vial filled with crimson liquid, now slightly thicker than when she had first gotten it. It was the blood of the noble mixed with the poison that had killed him. Yin didn't know quite what had prompted her to do it, but just before she had begun screaming she had decided to take some of the blood now frothing out of the man's mouth into the vial. It fascinated her, the way the peeking dawn's light played off of it. Liquid ruby, a remnant of that night.

"I'll always remember..."

She tucked it away into her satchel and, spotting her mentor Thane across the courtyard, began to rush over to him. She couldn't wait to tell him about the night, about her first kill, about her ascension into the Order of Moonlight. She spotted Teishi and Fala nearby Thane, both already engaged in early morning exercises. The Guild certainly had a tendency to start the day's work early. She slowed her pace on her approach and called out to Thane. When she reached him, she began to relay the evening's events to him in great detail, her bubbling excitement knowing no bounds in this her our of triumph.
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Remi nodded some s she was told that everything went as planned without any witnesses. Obviously that was the case, it was the Angel of Death they were talking about. "Perhaps next time I should send you on something harder. Maybe supply a note to the target." She was only joking of course, she would never send a letter to the target, as the letter would arrive too late. After all its not like they sat on contracts for days, generally they get a contract and, after verifying everything, send the assassin.

"I think I'm going to eat something." Remi thought aloud as she started to leave the room, heading toward the dining hall. She took note how people moved away from her as she neared. She had gained a bad reputation with many of her revisions, most involving death. People often avoided her, or attempted to get away from her quickly, they all feared she would have them killed for any little thing. Though that last part was probably right.

As she walked she pulled one of the needles from her shirt and held it between the forefinger and thumb in one hand, while her other hands finger ran over the surface of it. Her needles were all made from bamboo which was cut down into slivers. All of them were between five and six inches, had sharp points at either end, and were sharp on the side pointed away from where her hand would be, after all she didn't want to cut herself. Some were even hollow.
She holds these needles between her fingers, direct punches from her leaves three to four needles inside her enemy, simple scratches are very deep, and if she chooses to she can deliver several rapid hits while only letting one needle go at a time.

She rarely fights anymore though, she usually gets Zehyr to just kill people who disobey her. Thats not saying she's forgotten how to fight, nor that she's weak, she just chooses not to fight as much.


Once in the dining hall she got her food and sat down to eat, her mind thinking about what she would do today, perhaps scare some new recruits with some 'demonstrations'. Read over some contracts to decide who to send on what. Talk with some of the masters about their plans. Perhaps she may even decide to take a contract herself, its been a long time since she's gone on one.
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Fala's answers and expressions of apathy were a clear indication that whilst she may have briefly looked over the homework, there was no interest in her eyes. She'd found the simplistic answers. Not that he should've compared apprentices, but Tei could remember whenever Deatania was given a test. She would answer in great detail, and if she was ever unsure about something she would ask for explanation. With Fala though, there was no will to learn. It was almost sheer cockiness in old man's eyes, and it was rather frustrating. Her eager attitude only ever appeared when there was practical work, or talk of her first assassination and when it would take place.

But, if she kept this up, he knew that she wouldn't be going anywhere near a contract anytime soon. For it was the Mentor's job to go to the Guildmaster and request their pupils to be sent out on their first contract. Teishi had never sent an Apprentice to their death before, and he wasn't about to start. The Mentor stood before his pupil, remaining completely silent as he pondered what he was going to do. He'd been a tough teacher before, but this girl needed more than that. She needed to see how carefully everything had to be thought through, down to the last detail. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. "Good Morning Thane." nodded the old man, already not used to his new rank. It made him feel older. "Yes, yes it is."

Turning back towards Fala, he frowned. "We'll continue this later, Fala. For now, I want you to go and study further. You gave the right answers sure enough. But they were simplistic, and even in the beginning when I give out simple questions, I expect a lot more in an answer. It shows a sound knowledge that all Apprentices must have in order to get their first contract. With the answers you gave me today, I can only just see a *basic* knowledge." The words were harsh, but she needed to hear them. And if she kept up her apathy in study, the words would continue to come. "Off you go." He waved, waiting until his student had left before turning to face Thane once more.

"There are many things that trouble me about that girl." he said rather warily. "She lacks focus until someone mentions the word 'kill'. To her, everything else is just too much of a bore to worry about. Which is what I'm worried about." Teishi sighed, looking at the dead bug on the ground. "What am I going to do with her..?" His first day as a Devil, his first day of being Fala's mentor. This would indeed be... interesting.

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Leon had drifted off into a sweet day dream about flying around the sky going as high as possible until he couldn’t breathe anymore and plunging down to the earth like a meteorite. The conflict of pulling up at the last possible second or just crashing into the ground was a big decision. On one hand crashing into the ground would hurt a lot but the rush of adrenaline he would feel as the ground grew closer and closer as he knew that he was going to possibly die made it feel as if time were standing still. On the other hand though pulling up at the last possible second would give the same sort of rush but the feeling wouldn’t be as great and he wouldn’t have to spend quite as much time in the hospital. The sudden silence and shifting noises that echoed throughout the dining hall returned Leon to a plate of cold eggs and stiff hash browns.

The disappointment was short lived though as the guild master made her way to a table. The ever present smile on her face sent shivers down Leon’s spine as he watched her sit down. Simply staring at her Leon let his mind wander off again thinking about what she might possibly be thinking behind such a cold and emotionless smile. ‘If I had to guess she’s probably just like every other excitable person here, thinking of the best ways to make a person bleed or scream out in agony. It would be funny if she were actually just some sweet innocent little girl and she only kept up such a creepy so that her subordinates would think that she was some kind of terrible mastermind. That’s not possible though since I’m pretty sure I’ve seen someone try to attack her once and she ended it in a matter of seconds,’ he thought just staring at the girl as if she were a masterpiece in a museum.

After the thought of what could be behind her creepy mask the thought of who would win in a fight between her and Zehyr the Angel of Death. Pushing his tray forward a little Leon set his elbow on the table and rested his chin in the open hand so that he could be comfortable watching the guild master while chasing the thoughts through his head. ‘Nothing against the guild master but I’m pretty sure if it came down to it she would be over powered by Zehyr. Maybe if it were a dead of night in pitch black battle she might have a much better chance but it had been quite some time since her last contract so I still chalk up the win for Zehyr,’ he thought playing numerous battle situations between the two out in his mind. Leon couldn’t make a very accurate simulation in his mind since the guild master and Zehyr barely ever did public exhibitions except to scare the new apprentices and maybe show some of the older member’s different secret techniques. Sighing Leon stopped all trains of thought through his mind and simple took in his surroundings with the guild master as the center point.
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Fala stared back. "I just came here. You expect to much of me if you think I can take it all in so soon. It wasn't even my choice to come here, anyways." Fala said angrily. But then she calmed herself and sighed. She turned her head and walked away, dragging the metal bat behind her.
Fala made her way up to her bedroom. The walls were a somewhat dull blue, and her bed sat upon the side of the wall. She placed the bat next to her brown drawers then moved to her bed. Bending down, she took something from underneath her bed. A white stuffed rabbit, a few brown spots covered it's body from dirt. She cherished this odd little stuffed toy, neck wearing a pink bow. She lay on her bed, hugging it tightly and looking at the ceiling.
"Oh well. I'll just live through another day." Fala sighed. "Maybe I'll go eat something now." She got up and hid the rabbit again, then walked down to get breakfast. Her stomach growled impatiently as she took her time walking carefully through the halls. When she arrived she got herself two pieces of toast with jelly on them and some scrambled eggs.
At least the food here is much better then what I got at home. Fala thought, looking around the tables to see which one was empty. Finding one close to the back, she sat herself down and began to eat in silence. She savored every bite gladly, careful not to drop jelly or crumbs upon her black dress.

When she was done she returned to her bedroom and got a piece of paper and pen out. On it, she wrote... "I will be leaving for awhile. You won't notice me gone. Do not worry, but I will return. Please trust me in this, do not try to find me."
Gulping, Fala placed it down on her bed and walked outside into the fresh air. And with that she vanished into the clear day, everyone unaware of her leave.
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Hearing hurried foot steps Thane half turned toward the source and before Yin had half a sentence out of her mouth he made a sharp motion with his hand to silence her and said "patience child I am speaking with Master Teishi at the moment." Turning back toward the new Devil he listened to the retreating foot steps of the new apprentice before responding. "With years come wisdom Teishi you and I both know this. She is but a child much like Yin here. When she first came to me I had her sit and count a pile of sand grain by grain to learn patience. You must be willing to sacrifice blood sweat and time with her. Which I am sure you are. You must break her of this over eagerness if she is ever to survive in our Order. You and I are among the oldest surviving left in the clan. I fear my time is coming to an end but you Teishi have many years still ahead of you. With the right guiding hand I may see a fine assassin made out of her." Laughing at the joke he had made he slipped his hand into his stark white cloak and pulled out a small intricate wooden cube. "This is a puzzle given to me by my master while I was yet an apprentice. For weeks I sat and stared at this trying to devine the way to unlock it secrets. Only when I was able to patiently exam it did I see that the puzzle to unlocking it was not deft hands or a sharp mind but patience itself. You see Teishi this puzzle can not be taken apart short of breaking it. Now I give this to you let your new apprentice have a crack at figuring out its secrets and when she has she should be able to be taught." Turning briefly to yin he said. "I know you are no longer my apprentice but may I ask something of you?" Without waiting for a yes or no he continued. "There is a flask of blackberry mead in my room. It is still sealed mind you, but bring it here along with three glasses. A toast is in order for both your success and Master Teishi's rise to Devil. Hurry child while the sun still warms my bones."
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Same old Thane. Even before she could get the story out he was silencing her. He was always the mountain to her wind. She'd need to focus on her patience more around him, now was no time to let her training go. She had been almost too careless with her contract, but that would not happen again. She would be the the mountain now.

Thane requested she bring them wine and bowing deeply to her now former mentor, as well as attempting to conceal a great grin which had spread across her face, she ran off to the keep. Past the dining hall and up the flights of stairs she raced to Thane's room. Simply furnished, it was not difficult to find the flask of mead. Leaving the room, she passed the corridor to where the Guildmaster's quarters were.

Yin did not honestly despise the Guildmaster. Many seemed to keep a grudge for her having gained power through bloodlines, but it really didn't concern Yin. The Guildmaster had been kind enough to shelter her, and had thus far had little interaction with her. Zehyr was a bit of a different story. Always so aloof and judging, like a gargoyle come to life. Yin worried about him. He unlike many of the assassins here never seemed to take joy in anything, not even killing. He was machine-like in his executions, and more than once Yin had seen someone she had known put down due to the Guildmaster's will and by Zehyr's blade. It was always disconcerting, but such was life.

And death.

'I will have to see her about my deed eventually, but now, I must celebrate.'

She hurried down to the kitchen area, which was in the throes of breakfast making. To one of the cupboards she went and retrieved 3 glasses which she carefully held close to herself in her left arm.

Moving more slowly now, she progressed back to the keep's entrance, back out into the courtyard where Thane and Teishi were still speaking. Here were two of the Order's oldest members, and they had spilled more blood than Yin thought she ever could. She felt so young and out of place around Thane, but despite his rather retracted demeanor, Yin had always found him secretly warm and consoling. She could never explain the certain disposition he carried. He was like a great old book that someone had left on a windowsill in the sun. Yin had known the moment she met him that she wished to be instructed under by him, and while it had certainly been trying (especially the sand counting) she felt she had grown by his word and wisdom. And now, she was ready to set off on her own contracts, and forge her own blood paths.

The crimson vial glinted in the sun again as she opened her satchel to remove the flask of mead after having handed out the glasses. She took it and presented it to her former master.
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Teishi nodded as Thane finished delivering his speech, listening with a moderate amount of intent. It was always good to take advice from those with more experience, but the Devil couldn't help but think about whether Fala was actually doing as he had instructed. They'd only been Mentor/Apprentice for one day, and already the old man had suspiscions concerning her activities. For all he knew, she could've just gone to the mess hall to get some food, but somehow he doubted she'd be studying after that. The Mentor made a mental note to go and check on her after he was done here.

That was when the older Devil then handed Teishi a cube. "You know I don't believe in special trinkets Thane. Nonetheless, I will humour you and give it to her when I next see her." Placing the square into a compartment on his belt, he waved off the drink. "With all due respect Thane, I do not wish to drink at this hour of the morning. Not with a full day of training ahead, and certainly not after my early training session this morning. A raincheck woud be most appreciated however. Shall we say next week in the mess hall?" He smiled respectfully, bowing low to the older Devil. "I'd best go and see what Fala is up to anyway. Who knows if she's actually doing what I asked of her..." he muttered.

With another bow to the Devil and after words of congratulations to Yin, Teishi made his way towards the mess hall to search for his pain-in-the-Apprentice... Once there, he scoured the room. It seemed the Guildmaster had come down to eat for the morning, though Zephyr didn't seem to be anywhere in sight just yet. Must've just returned home from his mission... thought Tei. On closer inspection, it seemed that Fala was not present within the mess hall. Teishi sighed, having already figured there wasn't much of a chance that she would've been in there in the first place. With a roll of his eyes, the Devil was off towards his Apprentice's room. Other than that location, he honestly couldn't think of anywhere else he'd find her.

As he reached her doorway, he knocked on the wooden framing. "Fala? Are you in here?" he asked sternly. The door was slightly ajar, but Tei thought better than just to barge in. She was a frustrating student, but all people needed their privacy. He could already feel silence grasping the room by the throat, and with each passing second came more of a realisation of a simple fact: Fala was either *not* in the room. Or she had learnt how to be more quiet than... Well, an Assassin. Opening the door slowly, the old man grunted in frustration. She was nowhere to be seen, but it was good to see she at least kept her room clean.

Stepping inside, Teishi looked around for clues. A single oil lamp burned away on top of Fala's desk, completely superfluous in the daytime setting just outside her window. "Tch. Such a waste." he huffed, blowing it out. It caught his eye then, something sitting under the lamp. Snatching it up, Tei read the note before ripping it in two and letting out a frustrated growl. "That little..." But before he went any further in his words, Teishi relented. He knew better than most that actions always spoke louder. Besides he could scold and lecture Fala to his liking *after* he'd dragged her back from wherever it was she'd gone. But first, there was someone else he needed to find.

"Deatania." he whispered to himself. "If anyone could ever find Fala..."


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Counting slowly, and breathing deeply with each heartbeat, Deatania waited for the inevitable wrath of the Angel of Death. The wind whipped her short hair off her neck, where goosbumps pimpled her skin, creeping down her back. She held herself firm with her one arm, growing tense with every passing moment. What was happening, why hadn’t he attacked yet? Though she was but an infant within the Guild family, Dea had heard stories; whispers of a past unknown and unwitnessed to Deatania. Stories that spoke of the killing of innocence, the crushing of heart, the beating of the soul: until finally death created the ultimate monster. A machine designed only to kill, and nothing more. But Deatania was unconvinced. The boy – no, the man – in the office beneath her she’d only ever seen as an emotionless, heartless and mindless robot; a tool for the Guildmaster, and a force of supernatural strength. Dea frowned quietly to herself as the murmured sounds below came to an abrupt end with the closing of the door. Yet she was still alive?

Gripping the ledge tightly again with her hand, and summoning courage with her lungs, Deatania allowed her body to swing forward and off the roof. Dangling once more up-side-down, Dea peered quietly into the room. The black adorned killer could have been a statue for all the moving he was doing. Not even his face betrayed a single spark of emotion, recognition, surprise, condescension… He could see her, and yet he did not move. Dea puckered her lips in thought, glancing quickly about the room before noting for sure that he was now alone. The Guildmaster had left, and had not been informed of her presence. It became clear to Deatania that the Angel of Death had known she perched unlawfully on his Master’s rooftop the entire time. Some stealthy assassin she was – Master Teishi must be proud. Yet still Dea could not figure out why exactly he’d allowed her misbehaviour to slide. Perhaps she was overdramatising her actions – Dea often succumbed to such foolishness. But still…

Never one to let the moment pass by when she could show off, Dea pulled herself up onto the ledge once more. She twisted in her place so that her back faced the sun, and – once again gripping the ledge with her hand – stepped back, allowing her entire body to drop in an arc-like fashion. Gathering her legs quickly to her chest, Dea released her grip on the ledge just as she kicked her feet forward into the glass window. The pane swung forward, shuddering, but did not break as Dea fell into the room. Tucking her chin into her chest, Deatania braced herself for impact, lightly and noiselessly rolling into the room. She came to a stop in a hunched position, much like a racer at the starters block, ready to high-tail out of the room should the Angel of Death startle and change his expressionless composure. She balanced herself on her one arm and toes, angling her scarred shoulder backwards so that one knee was closer to the ground than the other. The perfect landing position, to the book, both in the Assassin’s and the Acrobat’s texts. Her face however, was turned up and attentive, aimed directly at her brother and eyeing him cautiously. The cool tickle of a slithering cobra against her bosom was only a meagre comfort in the presence of a man whose reputation more than preceded him.

But Deatania was not to be put off by this man. With the shifting of Tahiti, it occurred to her that, if the stories were true, this man was nothing more than an animal. A trained killer tamed by his master and taught in the ways of torture, death and deception – just like Tah, like Spider, like Rolei. He’d lost his humanity, and unlike her animals had become the creature wrapped in chains and lead that stood before Deatania. She of all people could understand such a state. He was no longer human – he was an animal. Dea softly and slowly rose into a standing position, looking deeply into the blackened eyes of her brother. People were so cautious of this man, and she could understand why. He seemed to emanate death, and she saw no signs of true life left on his face. But those eyes… they glinted. Deatania had lost all fear with the adrenaline of her acrobatic stunt, and instead now was more curious of the man she knew so little about, and yet suddenly saw so much more of than anyone else had. Cocking her head once more, now standing at full height, Deatania could not stop the words she posed to him. “Who are you, Angel of Death…?”
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Zehyr said nothing as the guildmaster left the room. He would have followed her if she had asked him to, but the lack of direction resulted in him lingering in her office. Of course, he had no inclination to go with her to the dining hall. Zehyr had no appetite after killing someone. He only got breakfast on those days when he hadn't executed someone the night before. This was a pattern that no one seemed to take notice of, considering that he didn't eat in the dining hall with the others. He preferred to take food directly from the kitchens and find a place to eat in privacy. In fact, he had the perfect place to do this. Many of the people in the guild had noticed that he never trained with the rest of them. His abilities had inevitably resulted in him finding some hidden place within the fortress, long forgotten by its current inhabitants. There were secret doors and hallways which he often traveled by, and there was a large room below the fortress which he retreated to for meals and his training. It had taken him several months to set the place up for his purposes, but now it was quite the nice training facility. Which only he could access, since he made a point of breaking the entrance doors to the hidden passages which lead down to that room. Doors meant nothing to someone who could walk through walls, after all.

His green eyes fixed on Dea after the guildmaster had left, simply watching the girl and noticing her fear and anticipation of some sort of attack from him. Why she thought he'd attack her was beyond him. Zehyr had done his fair share of training by messing around on the rooftops of the fortress. He assumed that's what she had been doing, and he wasn't going to cause her harm for that.

He watched without reaction as she maneuvered herself accordingly to swing into the room, managing not to break the window in the process. Her landing and roll was silent, and his reptilian gaze remained on her as she ended in the textbook crouch. All-in-all, he could find nothing to correct. And he would have, if there had been an error in her technique. He knew that having good technique in one's skills was vital to surviving in this business. Errors made from poor body awareness and control were often fatal, and it wasn't his wish to see a guild member die due to such a regrettably-fixable mistake.

When Dea rose to her feet and approached him, he remained as still as ever. Their eyes locked on each other's as though in a staring contest, and at the woman's question, Zehyr was the one who blinked first. It wasn't often that he showed signs of surprise, but the question had caught him off-guard. He'd never been asked that before, and he found it incredibly odd that Dea would ask him that now.

There was the barest hint of confusion in his eyes as he regarded her, then he broke off their eye contact in favor of looking at the open window. The breeze coming in was blowing some of the guildmaster's papers off her desk, and so he strode over to the window--his long hair blowing about freely behind him from the wind--to close it before moving to collect up the papers and place them back on the desk. His steps were barely audible, and his movements had a natural, flowing grace to them which made him rather pleasing to watch. Not a single movement was rushed, and everything was so very deliberate and controlled. It was a fascinating sight.

Once the papers were back where they belonged, he looked back at Dea from his place beside the desk and stated, "I do not know what you mean." That hint of confusion was back in his eyes, though his face was as neutral as ever.
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Remi continued eating, taking note that several eyes were on her. She didn't mind them staring at her, if they were watching her it means they were either planning on killing her, or wondering if she will kill them. But those that didn't stare, the ones that avoided her gaze, they were generally the ones with something to hide.
Her eyes fell on one who seemed to have been staring for far longer than anyone else. 'Leon.' The name came to her mind after only a brief thought. She knew everyone in the guild, some she didn't know by name, these were generally the ones who hadn't been in long, or who hadn't caught her eye in some way.

Her attention was broken when someone kneeled in front of her table. "I have fulfilled my contract." He stated clearly and loudly, almost sounding like he wanted to be praised. A sigh came from Remi as she looked toward the man. It was an annoyingly overbearing assassin always came back from his contracts expecting a 'good job' or something. It pissed her off but unfortunately for her there was no reason to kill him in there. Luckily Remi had an excuse now.
"Did you now?" She asked moving her bowl to the side and seeing the man nod. "You didn't do the same thing you did in the previous contract?" She propped her chin on one of her arms as she laid her head down looking toward the man.
The man looked around hesitantly, "Wh…what do you mean? I completed that contract."
"Really? How interesting…" Gradually Remillia stood and started walking around the table then stopping when in front of the man again. "Then explain why the man you were supposed to kill magically appeared on another continent." Her hands had begun pulling out some of her needles, "Speak quick."
The man started blabbering something about him completing the contract, that the man may have had twin. He even started going into detail about the kill.

Remi's posture became more relaxed as she listened to him. The man sighed some as he thought that Remi believed him, but then he screamed out as a needle pushed into his neck, Remi had delivered a quick strike to his shoulder. He moved as if to grab a weapon, and found another needle in that arm. Remi then proceeded to move around him pushing her needles into his body via quick strikes or cutting him with quick swipes. Each time the man tried to move she would deliver a strike to stop him. Each strike bringing out his screams.
Strangely Remi didn't find the enjoyment she thought she would from his screams, sure she still got some enjoyment, but she didn't seem to really 'care' about them.

When she stopped the man was covered in needles, laying on the floor, and seemed to either have died of bloodless, or feinted from the pain…or both. She turned toward the others in the room, her eyes looking over herself as she saw the blood coating her. "Let this be a lesson to anyone else. If you suddenly grow a 'conscious' and feel like sparing a target." She grinned as she pulled a needle from the man, "Just remember that we will find out." She threw the needle onto a table before starting to leave the room, "And I promise to keep you alive, oh and someone take him to the dungeons, even if he's dead."
She turned a corner and started walking down the hall before saying aloud to herself, "Now to add finishing that contract to the list, perhaps a bath, then I think I will walk around some…Or I can just walk around like this, that would scare some apprentices."
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It seemed like an eternity that Leon had stared at the guild master and after awhile it seemed that he had been spotted. There was nothing to fear really, all he was doing was staring at her, if he had any plans to attack her or be attacked by her it certainly wouldn’t be during the day with everyone around. As if responding to this thought of his a man came rushing through shouting of his success at the feet of the guild master, scratching the back of his head Leon couldn’t help but pity the stupid man. It wasn’t smart to expect a pat on the back for the kind of work they did and expecting one from the guild master would require something amazing like, assassinating the ruler of a country or creating some new type of poison that’s completely untraceable. It wasn’t too long before the guild master began picking the man apart psychologically.

Failing to kill a target was never acceptable, Leon had never had the problem since he reveled in the fact that such large amounts of blood came from such pitiful people. Finally the master’s patience was peaked, watching her every graceful movement Leon shuddered at the man’s pained screams and the site of fresh blood leaking from the various wounds from his body. Leon’s eyes dilated, the smell of the blood had riled up his killer instincts. The feeling passed though as the master pushed the probably already dead man over and demanded he be taken down to the dungeon. Glancing around no one was quick to act on the order but Leon knew it had to be done.

Walking over to the body Leon hoisted him up by the waist and threw him over his shoulder. Following after the guild master for a bit Leon couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling of death on his shoulder and the cold aura the guild master gave off as she walked down the hall. Speaking up at last he cooed, “That was beautiful my lady, such finesse is so hard to come by these days. If I had the free hand I might applaud your work. Maybe if the mood ever takes you, you might take me on as a disciple.” Glancing up ahead Leon felt that he might get a tongue lashing if he kept up his loud praise but there was still a short ways until the turn he needed to make to reach the passage to the dungeon. “This is my exit my lady but it was great getting to watch you kill today,” he added after a while in silence.

Turning away from the master Leon made his way down a small stairway that lead to a dark and cold dungeon where they kept prisoners and traitors of the order. Groans echoed out of each cell as Leon walked past, he felt no pity however since that was the way of the Order. Traitors would be dealt with as was demanded by the laws of the guild and those that might sympathize would be dealt with in the same way. Finding an ‘open’ cell Leon chucked the possibly dead man onto the rotting flesh of an aging corpse. “Pitiful man, next time remember that the life you choose to live isn’t one that is so forgiving of such mistakes,” he mutter making a small gesture of peace given to those that died before closing the cell door and walking away.

Glancing at his shoulder fresh blood had seeped into the fabric of his favorite jacket. ‘Stupid piece of garbage, even after doing you the favor of giving you a place to rest you choose to haunt me with stains of such proportion,’ he thought removing the jacket from his shoulders and glaring at the stains hoping they might run away at his evil glare. Shoving the jacket under his arm pit Leon made his way up and outside to a washing pale. Shoving his jacket in the cool water Leon scrubbed at the stains until he couldn’t feel his fingers in the water anymore. Pulling the jacket from the water Leon took in the faded stains before throwing in some cleansing herbs and scrubbing at the stains again. Sighing it was going to be a long day of such meaningless tasks before Leon would be able to do something worthwhile.
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Teishi sprinted up and down the halls of the living quarters for the better half of an hour in an attempt to find Deatania. The sound of his shoes striking the pavement made a rather pleasing sound, and the never ceasing draft that flowed around the Fortress kept him cool as he made his way around. By the end of that forty minutes, the only places the Devil hadn't checked were the Guildmaster's room and Zephyr's room. The reason for this was that he saw no reason why she would've been in either of them. As far as he knew, she made a point of keeping her distance from the Guildmaster - not out of fear, mind you.

But then a thought struck him, stopping him in his tracks. She'd always been rather wary of Zephyr too, but not in a way one would describe as cautious, but rather intruiged or interested. As far as Tei's knowledge went, they hadn't met face to face yet, but what if her curiosity had gotten the best of her? The old man had lamented the loss of Zeph's will. The poor boy once showed so much initiative, so much passion. There was always a smile on his face. But the moment he'd completed that first contract, the boy they'd all known and grown to like was gone. Teishi shook his head, hoping that one day that boy - now a man - would find his way back and fight against all that turned him into what he was today.

Giving into a mere chance, the old Devil made his way towards the Guildmaster's room, deciding that he'd save Zephyr's for last. Upon getting to the door, he found himself hesitating, his hand shaking as it was placed on the handle. While he remained loyal to the Guildmaster - or at least tried to remain - he rather disliked entering her chambers. As far as Teishi was concerned, she was more than a little unstable. Anything could set her off, and before you knew it, you were either on the ground or in it. Inhaling deeply, Tei pushed the door open and cursing the horrid creak that it made. Blasted door...

The old man bowed low, not having seen the inside of the room yet. "Good morning, Guildmaster." he spoke firmly, though a slight increase of heartrate could tell you that he was ever so slightly on edge. When he propped himself up though, he was adequately surprised. "Oh, I see." He nodded. "She's not here then? No matter. The point is that I've found the person I've been looking for..." he smiled, looking rather pleased for a reason he couldn't explain. He could see a hint of confusion in Zeph's eyes, but Teishi couldn't have guessed that it hadn't been him who'd caused it. The old man cleared his throat.

"Deatania, may I see you outside for a moment please." It was a good idea to remain proper in the presence of those higher on the hierarchical pyramid. Besides, if the Guildmaster found out that Fala was missing, she'd send Zephyr after her without a second thought. And to be honest, Teishi wanted to keep her alive so that he could scold her for all of this later. She was his responsibility after all. Fala clearly didn't understand how serious the consequences were for leaving without a contract or permission from the Guildmaster. If they found out, she'd be dead in less than a week. "I promise I won't keep her too long, Phantom."

Tei's vision locked tightly on Zephyr for that rather tense moment, before he left the room without another word. He only hoped that Dea would follow....

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The spark in Zephyr’s eyes glinted a moment as human reaction took him. Carefully studying, head cocked to the side slightly in a characteristic portrayal of curiosity, Dea watched the Angel of Death blink back at her in response to her question. It was the first time he had broken the line of eye contact with her, and so Deatania knew something had startled the inside of that stone exterior. Had she struck a nerve? The gentle slither of Tahiti beneath her silken uniform had slowed, as if even the animal could sense a quiet anticipation in her trainer’s body. Dea waited patiently for a response, surprised at the yearning she felt to know the truth to the story. Were the whispers of an innocent, gentle boy true? If they were, then how had he fallen from such angelic grace? Deatania did not believe such innocence ever truly failed. She wanted proof. And even then, her gut told her that perhaps this animal had not lost his humanity after all. Perhaps he had simply… forgotten?

Surprise melted quickly into confusion across the man’s face, as he broke their visual contact entirely to glance out the open window. A gentle breeze was blowing in – the same breeze Deatania had been enjoying minutes earlier – and the Angel of Death looked lost in it. For a moment Dea thought he was being sentimental; for a sliver of a moment, it was as if the breeze was about to blow fresh air into his lungs, into his mind, into his heart. But his orders preceded him, and Dea’s shoulders slumped slightly as he opted instead to maintain his Master’s office. It had quickly occurred to Deatania that the man was not the issue. It was the head. If Zephyr was dislocated – just for a while – from the poisonous arm of the Guildmaster, then perhaps the world the older family members spoke of could return. It had not always been like this – though Dea was too new to remember such a time. But it was well understood that there had been a happier place in the guild's history, not so long ago. “I do not know what you mean,” was his final reply, and Dea smiled a little. I do not know, would have sufficed, but she took the same meaning. Her eyes were on fire.

Dea’s lost focus shifted back suddenly as she noticed how Zephyr moved. Her mutinous plots sunk backwards as Zephyr swept forward after the papers and the window. His movements were effortless, flowing. Deatania’s past made her quite adequate to judge true skill and grace, and this assassin maintained both. It was ridiculous; not only was he the Angel of Death, the most ruthless and trained killer in the guild, but he maintained control, ease and fluidity even in his movement. Dea felt a strange flutter in her stomach as his hair was swept back by the breeze, but she was soon broken from her concentration. A knock and creak from the door drew Dea’s eyes, which grew wide with fear. The Guildmaster had returned…? Dea quickly shifted down into a low bow, face to the dirt of the floor, and eyes squeezed tightly shut. Though she had relaxed slightly around the Angel of Death, she still held strong fears and qualms concerning her ultimate master. Holding her breath, Deatania remained still enough to match perhaps even Zephyr.

She exhaled softly and allowed her body to relax as a tiny smile crept back onto her face. She needn’t have worried in the slightest. Deatania rose in time to see realisation strike the face of her old friend and mentor, Teishi. No longer startled by the large bolt jammed forever in his head, Deatania was able to smile whole-heartedly at her Master. But she held it only a second, realising that such things were inappropriate within a guild designed to kill. Instead she hardened her face slightly, and moved forward obediently as Teishi’s eyes fell to her. He was flushed slightly on the face, and Deatania knew he had been running about, looking for her everywhere but here. She grimaced apologetically before kneeling once more before her mentor, not quite as low as before. “Deatania, may I see you outside for a moment please?” Dea raised her eyebrow in confusion, but did not allow Teishi to see. Why could her Master not simply speak to her here? Teishi then spoke roughly to Zephyr, calling him by the name spoken of in the whispered stories. Phantom. Deatania admired her master’s courage, but did not quite understand the reference. She stood erect once more and followed obediently out the door, taking one last small glance at the Angel before she was gone.

Once outside, Deatania shut the Guildmaster’s door firmly. Having requested her presence alone was more than enough to tell Dea that Teishi wanted her away from Zephyr for his request. And it was indeed a request on his mind; she could read the old man like a book after all their time spent together training, learning, fighting, bleeding, and at times even laughing. Dea looked fondly upon her mentor, knowing today he achieved Devil rank within the family. She bowed her head as she spoke. “Congratulations on your achievement Master. I know it was well deserved.” Raising her head a little, Dea shifted uncomfortably. She could sense a slight tension in the air, and she didn’t like it. Neither did Tahiti, who had begun working around Dea’s waste once more in an agitated pattern. Something urgently required Deatania; a skill only she could provide. Dea inwardly thrilled at the idea of being the one and only person able to help, her inner performer beaming with pride. Still she remained in keeping with the urgent, sombre tone. “What is it, my Master…?”
Edited by Jei Ai, April 24, 2011, 7:52 am.
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