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Order of Moonlight - Assassins' Guild [IC]
Topic Started: April 20, 2011, 10:22 pm (1,793 Views)
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A slight sigh escaped Thanes lips as the drink was waved off. Not often did he himself have a glass of mead. Only a special occasions and his birthday. A man his age shouldn't drink to often anyways. "If it pleases the light may it be so old friend." Turning slightly he began to walk calling out to Yin as he did so. "I hate to bother you again but could you please return the cups to the dining hall. The mead is yours as congratulatory gift. When your done with your morning routine would you mind meeting me in the library I would like to discuss your close encounter last night. I am going for a walk right now to think then I must report your success to the Guildmaster after which you will be summoned to be put in the books as an assassin. From there you may choose your own quarters. Now if you will excuse me." For a blind man Thane walked like he could see as well as the day he was born. He never missed a step or a turn in the cooridors. This had been his home from the day he was born and he had had many years walking these halls blindly.
As he was walking the faint smell of blood began to emanate from a close by source. The footsteps were what truly gave her away though. With nothing else to rely on besides his ears he had to learn to tell people apart from the way their footsteps sounded. At first it had been a very difficult process to match names with the sound of their steps but over the years he had been able to match most of the order up. "Ahh Guildmaster what a pleasant surprise" he said as he fell in line beside her. Thane was a man of respect and in his opinion the Guildmaster was well within her rights to make the changes she had made. "If it pleases you my apprentice has completed her first contract and is ready to go into the books as an assassin on this day. Now that formalities are out of the way how has your morning been madame?" As far as Thane knew there were only two people in the Order that were not afraid of the Guildmaster. Thane believed that you should only fear the ones you anger, and he had not intentions of angering her. "I hope you slept well. A strong ruler must be able to focus on her duties to appease everyone and keep them in line don't you agree?" He said as he turned to look at her with a sincere smile on his face.
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Remi listened as another pair of steps followed her, that was good as that meant someone actually listened to her quickly rather then sitting on their asses for a while. She heard the voice and glanced toward Leon, there was confusion in her eyes as she did so. The last time she was praised for her motions was way back when she was still training under a master, it was an interesting feeling. But what got her confused look was the words 'Maybe if the mood ever takes you, you might take me on as a disciple'. She had never been asked that before, normally she would only receive reports from mentors about their apprentices, or was told about a Devil deciding to help train another assassin even though it wasnt quite a master/apprentice deal, thus to be asked this was quite interesting. She watched as he left, and she simply continued walking replaying his words in her head.

Her internal thoughts were broken when she noticed Thane, whom had heard her walking and turned to follow after her, greeting her. She looked toward the blind old man as he spoke, noding some as he said his apprentice was ready to enter the books, "Alright." She stated, "I shall make the necessary preparations when I am able." She thought some about her day after he asked, then answered, "Well in the short time since the sun came up I received two successful reports, ate breakfast, possibly killed one assassin, and strangely received an offer to take one as a disciple…" She paused after this, running through the words yet again as if to see if it was a joke. "Oh and generally no, I don't really sleep all that much."
Eventually she found a bucket, filled it with water, then just dumped that over her body. It cleaned off most of the blood, though she would need to take a bath later, it also soaked her cloths, but her vest would hide her body so she didn't care about that. "And yourself?" She asked as she checked each of her remaining needles, making sure none of them had come off when she dumped the water over herself. "Or did you just spend the day thinking about how you wouldn't have an apprentice much longer?"
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He nodded thoughtfully at the Guildmasters retort before answering. "Hmm I see I don't sleep much these days, and as such the early hours of the morning I spent honing my skills with my throwing knives." Being blind Thane could not hit the broad side of a barn unless it made a noise. "I have one of the younger apprentices without a mentor capture flies around the fortress and once a week I let them go early in the morning to practice with my skills." As if proving this very feat he neatly pulled a blade from his cloak and threw it in one smooth motion, much like a snake striking, and skewered a fly in mid flight. Collecting his dagger from where he heard it fall as they passed he quickly sheathed it and continued talking. "After that I ran around the complex fifty times and then I went to the courtyard to await Yin's return. There I had an interesting conversation with Master Teishi on training techniques and now here I am..." Stopping suddenly Thane pressed two fingers on where he assumed the Guildmasters wrist was then continued speaking a walking. Two fingers to the wrist meant that someone was trying to follow them without attracting attention. "... talking with you" he finished his fingers already on the triggers to his blades incase the prusuer meant them harm.
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Having returned the glasses to the kitchens, Yin proceeded to her room. It was small housing and crudely furnished, and in a place where most rooms were furnished to the minimum, this was saying something. Her room had never felt like home to her, it was merely a place she rested and studied and laid about tinkering. It wasn't cozy, or comforting. It was a place where she could rest her head and store her things and nothing more.

But today, today she would be moving into her own room. She knew that some of the tower rooms were vacant, and she had long wanted to have one of those. Practically speaking it was because her tinkering and experiments usually ran loud, especially recently. She had concocted a sort of flashing powder that if used in highly concentrated amounts could produce such a flash as that of lightning. It also emitted a crack like thunder, and with little regard to what others around her were doing, this often interrupted the other apprentices studies and rest. She looked forward to being in a secluded place away from people where she could do such science.

But she had a more secret reason for the room. The tower rooms looked out upon the whole world around the mountains. To have such a view and to be so high in the air, Yin thought, would be a wonderful thing.

But she kept this wish to herself. Assassins showed strength, cunning, resiliency. They, like their emotions, were not to be seen. This was something she still had work to do on.

She packed her belongings, her various instruments and measuring tools, the herbs and elements she used to make poisons and other things. A bigger room, her own room. Bigger contracts, her own contracts. With her belongings packed, and the mead and the vial safely stowed in her satchel, she could only think of the great new adventures she would be able to set out upon now that she was an assassin. She eagerly went downstairs, anxious to finish her morning routine so she could meet in the Library with Thane.

Things were looking up for Yin.
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"My thanks for the compliment, Dear Sister." Teishi smiled warmly for no more than a moment before his worried expression returned, his troubles clearly playing on his mind. He didn't wish to have an Apprentice's blood on his hands - least of all the blood of an eleven year old girl. "And my apologies for pulling you away from your conversation with Zephyr..." The old man was old, but he wasn't blind - there had been a hint of human emotion in the Angel's eyes when Deatania had been in the room with him. And there was quite the chance that the girl could change that stoic nature of his. So having pulled her away from him, he couldn't help but feel like he'd pushed the process a baby step back.

"In any case, I have come across a slight problem with my new apprentice, an eleven year old girl named Fala. And while I'll admit that she's got a lot of promise and potential, there is something about her eagerness to kill that sets my teeth on edge." Teishi folded his arms then, remembering that bug from earlier that morning. "I'll be able to straighten her out, there's no trouble there. But I have a much bigger issue to worry about..." He paused, rubbing his temples as though it was going to make his worries disappear. What a perfect world that would've been. "Fala has left the Order, and disappeared." he muttered, annoyed with himself. He wished he'd been there to stop her.

"She left a note saying that she was coming back, but I don't think we should sit around waiting. I don't think I need to tell you what would happen if word got out that she's gone. The Guildmaster would have Zeph collect her head, whether she itended to return or not." The stressful thought pattern was getting to the old man now, his heartrate increasing. "Who knows.." he joked uneasily. "Perhaps she'll be the death of me one day... She certainly makes me feel older." That much was true; he felt like he gained 10 years of age just by talking with her. The Devil shook his head then, making sure he kept on track with where he was going with his point.

Lifting up a hand, he twisted the bolt in his head, listening as it clicked around. As painful and sick as it sounded, it actually allowed him to better collect his thoughts. "Anyway, my point is that I need your help to find her... Well actually, it's Spider I need to give me a hand. His nose would be a great help right now..." With that, he handed half of the note he'd received from Fala to his former Apprentice. "This should have enough of her scent on it to get you a trail. Whenever you get a moment, could you make sure Spider gets it and knows what he has to do...? It's not too urgent right now, but the situation may call for it soon enough." With sigh and a respectful bow, Teishi began to take his leave.

"We'll have to catch up sooner or later, Dea." he waved. "Have fun with Zephyr." The old man grinned before walking away, feeling at least some of the weight off of his shoulders. "With her, Spider and myself on the trail, we'll find her in no time." he thought aloud. "Perhaps I should go and calm down for a bit. Training sounds like a good way to do that." And so, off he went towards the training grounds.

'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
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Zehyr stared at the Devil almost blankly when he interrupted than and called Zehyr by his former nickname. That was nostalgic, he supposed, but it seemed to have no effect on him. He just continued to look at the pair of them until they stepped out of the room, leaving him alone again.

He spent the time by straightening up the guildmaster's desk further. Before, he'd just put those fallen papers back on the desk. Now, he was actually organizing them as they had been before. To the best of his ability, at least. He could get them mostly correct, though, since his memory was damn-near photographic. That was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, a photographic memory could be put to many good uses. On the other hand, it made it very difficult for him to forget the faces of every person he'd ever killed. That was enough to fuel quite a few nightmares.

Once the papers had been straightened, he looked back toward the door. The guildmaster would likely be returning after eating, and he could hear the muffled sounds of conversation still going on outside the door. But it sounded like the conversation was at an end, so he'd probably leave once they did. He didn't anticipate Dea returning to the room.
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Curling the piece of paper slowly between her fingers, Deatania looked up in time to see her master slip silently down the hall. She opened her mouth to call after him, but was silenced by her better nature. To question your master was to question the guild. And to question the guild, nowadays, meant death. Though Teishi was no longer her true master, he would always be her mentor and dear friend; she would do anything for him. Deatania closed her gaping mouth and swallowed her questions as the silhouette of a Devil disappeared around the corner. She looked back at the torn piece of a letter that Teishi had handed her, and ran her fingers carefully along its edge. She’d never been taught to read in the circus, though Teshi had given her some basic skills as part of his ‘life training’ sessions. Still, the messy writing was too difficult for Dea to decrypt, and she frowned in frustration before folding and sliding the paper into the leather pouch she hid beneath the collar of her dress. She would offer the paper to her beloved wolf once twilight struck: he always worked better by moonlight.

A soft hiss drew Deatania’s hand instinctively to her stomach. She brushed her fingertips lightly upon where she knew the cobra rested. Soothed by her touch, the snake settled, slowly working up to Dea’s neck. The feel of scale sliding against skin soothed the acrobats nerves, as she fathomed the risks to Teishi’s apprentice should the note fall into the wrong hands. Dea glanced at the Guildmaster’s door. She knew that the door and the office within represented everyone that might be considered the ‘wrong hands’, and it was sadly that she realised Zephyr fell into that category alongside the Guildmaster. The monocle cobra worked its way across Deatania’s shoulders, coming to a rest now in a comforting shawl-like formation across Dea’s body. The serpent filled the void left by Dea’s amputated arm, and she smiled at the snake’s frilled-head that hovered inquisitively in the air. Tahiti bobbed her head subtly towards the Guildmaster’s door, and Dea’s eyes followed, wondering.

No doubt Master Remi would return soon. It was well established that the Guildmaster was busied most days in her office; a small relief to many of the younger assassin’s and apprentices who Dea mixed with in the dorms and towers. It was probably best for Deatania to not be on the premises uninvited and unexpected upon the Master’s return. But on the other side of the door, Zephyr remained. Was he expecting her to return? No, probably not. If anything, he was awaiting the Guildmaster’s return. But something had happened in that room. She’d chipped away at the hard stone and a tiny shard of light had emerged. He still had humanity left inside him – she had seen it on his face. It would be such a shame, and such a waste, to walk away. Dea moved forward, reaching for the old but classy doorhandle and grasping it with her one hand. But perhaps she was dramatising once more. Even she had to admit that perhaps, at times, she was a little overly dramatic as a result of a childhood in the spotlight. But no, she hadn’t been wrong. The Angel of Death needed something. But maybe not from her, and maybe not now… Deatania ignored her reasoning and pushed open the door.

Zephyr was by the desk, which was immaculately organised. Deatania’s curiosity and eagerness to discover the truth and tame the ‘beast’ had turned to frustration now. She walked in with purpose, straight up to the Angel of Death. She’d thrown away inhibition, and demanded answers with her eyes. “My question was clear,” She paused, and as if on cue, Tahiti hissed softly. “So my second question is, why can’t you answer me?”
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Zehyr heard footsteps moving away from the door, then the door opened and in came a rather determined-looking Dea. He didn't understand why she was looking that way--frustrated, almost--but very soon she was right in front of him and right back to questioning him. It had been a long time since someone had been so... well, brave around him. The guildmaster aside, of course. She never seemed to be afraid or uncomfortable around Zehyr. Then again, she knew him better than anyone else did. No one else made the effort to know him after he "broke," as some liked to refer to it. Why was Dea doing this? What did she expect to gain from it?

He heard her pet snake hiss, and his hand moved ever-so-slightly toward one of the daggers sheathed at his hip. No, he wasn't going to attack the snake. Unless it attacked him first. He'd been very cautious of that serpent since Dea had joined the guild. He wasn't afraid of it, per se, but he had made a point of getting one of the guild's poison experts to make him a bit of anti-venom in case of a bite, anyway. It didn't hurt to be ready for such an occurrence, and it would be fatal not to be prepared for it. He opted to be safe. Not that he had much confidence in the effectiveness of the anti-venom, but it was better than nothing.

At her second question, Zehyr eyes narrowed slightly. She wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't been this close to him. Why can't he answer her? Another strange question. She was full of them today, wasn't she? Questions he didn't know how to answer. But he would try, nonetheless.

"It was an odd question," he stated, the barest hint of uncertainty in his voice. Though that could just be Dea's imagination. "You already know who I am, so why did you ask?" And how did she expect him to answer? Of course, the idea that there might be a deeper meaning to her question was completely lost on him. It was difficult to ask someone who they were when they weren't entirely sure of their own identity anymore. Zehyr was sure of his name and his title, but his knowledge of who he was as a person had been lost a long time ago. Lost, and no one had ever made an effort to find it, including him.
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It was all too clear now that at last the Angel of Death was thinking. Not that thought had escaped him before, Dea was sure, but she could see that her words had provoked a certain questioning within him. He still hadn’t answered her, and Deatania interpreted his hesitation and defensive retaliation as the confession once and for all that he no longer recognised himself. So the stories were true, it seemed. It was clear that Zephyr had once known who he was within himself; swirling within his emerald eyes, Dea could see he was searching for it. But he could no longer find the answer. The title, ‘Angel of Death’, was not an identity, but it had become so much like one to Zephyr that he could no longer tell the difference. Her eyes softened with an unstoppable pity as she watched her guild-brother become lost in the gravity of the unknown.

Had no one seen this before? Had no one tried to pull the man back to humanity? Or were people simply too afraid of what he had become, how deeply he drifted in this state, to bother anymore? Dea didn’t understand. For a faction so tirelessly mournful of a past time and a past Zephyr, it seemed to fight little to reclaim it. Why? Perhaps it was just that nobody was stubborn like Dea was stubborn. Though to be prying and prodding the most bloodthirsty killer in the Order in a room without protection or witnesses was more foolish than stubborn. Nevertheless, Deatania felt too much sympathy to bother worrying about being injured anymore. Besides, up close and alone like this, he didn’t seem quite so brutal or heartless after all.

“But I don’t know who you are,” Deatania smiled coyly, though her eyes remained saddened at the state of the man before her. “I have heard many stories about you, and I know your official title. I know you killed last night, and will probably kill again sometime over the next three days. I know that I should be afraid of you, as everyone else who knows of your existence is,” Her voice fell to a whisper then, carefully watching for a reaction. “But I don’t know who you are.” Dea cocked her head once more, taking in the Angel of Death. His dark brow and pale skin were no longer stony, but real. She knew she must be frustrating him, and Tahiti hissed as if to snicker at the man’s expression, slithering further down from Dea’s shoulder blade to curl before her trainer. “I ask you, Angel of Death, not only because I don’t know who you are, but because I know that you, don’t know who you are.” The pity returned to her playful eyes. “And it’s heartbreaking.”

Carefully, Deatania shifted forward. Tahiti could sense the nervous tension in her trainer’s muscle, despite her confident and inquisitive demeanour, and shifted her long, off-white body into the s-shaped striking position as a precaution. Deatania had tamed and trained the cobra well, and it had not been without setbacks and pitfalls; the mutilated disfigurement of her left shoulder was evidence of such. But more importantly, it had involved persistence, stubbornness, control and tenderness. The breaking of any animal involved a mutual relationship of respect for one another, and an understanding unique only to each other. And it was not gained by being cautious or subdued. Deatania moved her good arm forward slowly, reassuring Zephyr she was not on the attack. Her eyes remained fixed on his face, watching for any warning that might halt her movement. Softly, she placed her hand on the Angel’s chest, which gently heaved up and down with Zephyr’s breathing, despite its statue-still appearance. Gently, she pressed against his skin, holding her hand in place and keeping quiet for a moment.

There. The quiet thrumming beneath Deatania’s fingers caused a soft smile to creep slowly to her face. She closed her eyes a moment, counting. It was a strong, healthy beat, not unlike her own. Tahiti hissed softly and Deatania opened her eyes as the heartbeat in her hand fluttered. “Not so heartless afterall…”
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With his chain tethered around his waist and his weighted sphere and sickle blade hidden within the depths of his purple cloak, Honan headed for the window he so often leap out of to exit his room; it was much more "fun" that way. Upon nearing the windowsill, he paused for a moment. Surely he had forgotten something. He searched his pants pockets, only to find that they were empty, and then began to check the various hidden pockets within his cloak. Nothing. At this particular moment, he wasn't sure what he was searching for, only being driven by a nagging feeling that something had been misplaced.

His keys? No. Though he kept them on him when he was within the guild grounds, he usually left them hidden in his room when he went out on "business". He had his tools of infiltration and murder at hand as well. Then what...?

With a sigh, he slid his right hand up through his unnatural purple hair as his left rested upon his tightly coiled chain. He quirked a brow and snapped his fingers. "The contract!", he exclaimed aloud. He must have left it somewhere. There was no greater feeling than remembering that which was forgotten. Though finding that forgotten something was another story. He would have to retrace his steps, beginning with the last place he had been. The cafeteria. If it were lost there, hopefully no one had taken it. Exiting his room via the door rather than the window this time, Honan hurried down the long, twisting corridors of their stone abode.

Upon turning a corner, his left shoulder bumped into that of another's. Though slightly annoyed, Honan simply cracked a soft smile, let out an unenthusiastic apology, and was on his way.

It wasn't long before he approached the cafeteria, and upon entering, Honan noticed a few men moping up an all too familiar substance. Blood. The mere sight of it shut off the ambiance and pulled every strand of his attention towards it. "Blood? In the cafeteria?" he thought, knowing well that fighting another assassin would likely result in death even to the victor, as Zehyr or even the Guildmaster herself would surely not accept such an act.

As the men cleared up what was left of the mess, the noise of his surroundings suddenly washed over his thoughts. The room was alive with gossip, most likely about whatever had transpired here earlier. He made a mental note to inquire about the incident later, as he hated to be unaware of these kind of events. That aside, he gave the room a quick glance over, scanning every nook and cranny with his seasoned eyes. The table he sat to eat at earlier in the morning, on the far side of the room, was currently unoccupied. Even from where he stood, he could tell that what he sought was not there.

Honan took in a deep breath and released a heavy sigh. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure if he had the contract with him while he ate. He remembered giving it a quick once over as the Guildmaster... "Ugh.", Honan rose his hand to his face and let his visibly frustrated features rest upon it. Perhaps he never left the Guildmaster's room with the contract at all. If it weren't for the contract asking him to relay a specific code to the client before carrying out the mission, he wouldn't have given it a second thought. But, alas...

Then there was the unpredictable Remillia to consider. For all he knew, leaving a contract behind could be punishable by death. He wasn't willing to try his luck, though given the time of day, Zehyr - or even worse, Remillia herself - would surely be there. He would have to wait.
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Zehyr had seen many different looks sent his way from the other assassins and his victims, with many different intentions. Fear, anger, annoyance, hatred... He'd seen countless terror-stricken visages on his victims before he sent them to the afterlife. He'd seen the looks of hatred the members of this guild had given him after he killed someone for breaking one of the rules. He'd seen their pain at the loss of their friends, and their anger toward him for taking that person out of their lives. But he'd never once seen a look of pity. And unlike those looks of fear, hatred, and anger, the pity couldn't be dealt with ambivalently. Oh no, certainly not. He felt like he was drowning in that pitying look, pain entering his eyes as he silently pleaded with her to stop looking at him like that...

His pain ended quickly when he noticed the movement of Dea's hand, and his eyes immediately fixed on it as it approached him. It was good that she had thought to move so slowly. Perceived threats were dealt with rather harshly, but if he felt that a move wasn't intended to cause him harm, he was far less likely to feel the need to defend himself. But his heart was beating a little more quickly than usual as Dea touched him, and the feel of her hand resting on his chest made him feel the strong desire to back away from her. It took a good deal of restraint to keep himself in place, and even more restraint to force himself to calm down. He couldn't let her see that she was making him so uncomfortable.

For a few long moments, he just stayed as still as he could, letting her feel his heart beating away in his chest. He'd noticed her snake curling in that indicative s-shape, and that made him tense. The hiss, however, made his heart beat faster. Though he kept his face and eyes from showing his fear, his heart betrayed him. And from her remark to him about not being so heartless after all, he knew she'd felt it. She would be able to tell he was afraid. Perhaps not of her, but of her snake. He'd been mistaken when he thought that the snake didn't scare him. He'd never been in such close proximity to it before now, and its presence was a source of fear for him.

Zehyr would be lying to himself if he denied that there wasn't some desire in him to feel her heartbeat in return. He didn't act on that desire, though. There was no way in hell he'd willingly put his hand anywhere near that snake of hers. He was already picturing the thing using her arm to slither its way over to him, and he involuntarily trembled at the thought. It would have been quite difficult to see that tremble, but with Dea's hand on his chest, she was sure to feel it. Along with the increase in the rate of his heartbeat.
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Remi nodded, watching as Thane demonstrated his fly hitting abilities. "Well, its good that your hearing is strong enough to hear fly. Perhaps I should send you on a mission to test your abilities." She stated calmly, she hadn't quite been sending him on missions, not for any hatred to him, but because she didn't believe in his ability. However as stated she was willing to try sending him out.
She felt Thane grab her arm, pressing two fingers into her lower arm, semi close to her wrist, but Remi was able to figure everything out.

The man who followed them soon caught up, and hesitantly held a paper toward her. The man was one of the messengers of the guild, one of the ones who went out, collected the contracts, then delivered them to Remi. There were others who then collected the payment for completion.
After delivery the man bowed, then left, practically speed walking to get away. Few messengers chose to calmly walk away when delivering things to her, or picking things up from her. It wasn't that they feared they did something wrong, more than they feared she would just kill them for no reason.

Looking at the paper she read it silently.
'Kill the mayor of Nuestra during a parade celebrating the city's founding. Must be done in public.'
She grinned some before thinking, 'A nice challenge for Zehyr...the citys about a day from here. Perhaps I should pull Dea off my roof and have her go with him, her horse would be useful in his escape. Don't need him dying from some lucky arrow.'

In her thoughts she had almost forgotten that Thane was next to her.
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Sighing, the stains had come out for the most part, a slight tint of crimson remained on the shoulder but it was only really noticeable if you were staring intently at it. Hanging the soaked jacket over his shoulders Leon clipped a string between the separate sides so that it wouldn’t simply fly off while he was walking around. It wasn’t long before the undershirt he had put on for the day was soaked through and the chill of water had invaded the defenses of his skin. Shivering like an animal that had been soaked to the bone the feeling of cold soaked clothes and the gentle breeze that blew made Leon regret the decision to not just let the jacket hang out to dry. ‘I guess I’ll just have to wait for it to dry while I train,’ he thought jogging at a brisk pace into the a nearby thicket of trees.

Closing his eyes, Leon began to weave and roll between the trees as he made his way to one of his favorite spots. Touching his toe on an extremely small stump Leon dove forward following up with a simple shoulder roll as he came into the training area he had set up. Glancing around at the thick trunks of the trees that surrounded him the bark was scarred with claw marks and stained with blood that he had long since shed. Placing one of his hands on the trunk next to him Leon felt the deep gashes in the bark and sighed. Attacking trees had long since been a fun form of training but was considered necessary for one to maintain the basic level of skills for combat.

Digging his hands into the tree Leon swiftly climbed to a strong branch on the tree. Straddling the branch Leon removed the jacket from his shoulders and hung it across the branch in a patch of mid-morning sunlight. It would take too long for it to dry but training sessions generally lasted anywhere from an hour to half a day depending on the activity. Today was just a checkup day nothing major. Sliding his leg over the branch so that they were on the same side Leon rolled backwards, performing a graceful flip before landing silently among the soft grass.

Stretching out his body well received pops resounded from the man’s neck, shoulders, spine, and fingers. As a slight sweat built at the hairline of his face Leon felt his body accepting his condition and began to concentrate on his hands and feet. The feeling had never felt right to be certain but what happened when he used his powers would confound regular doctors. Morphing the muscles, skin, bones, tissue, and nails on his hands and feet the man took on a far more beastly look than he normally had. If one had to relate his current shape to another they might describe him as a small bear or a large wolf that stood on two legs. Either way they were correct, Leon was more like an animal than human when using his powers.

Centering himself among the clearing of trees Leon took in the surroundings before pouncing on the forever patient targets. Kicking and slashing fresh bark fell from each tree as Leon performed different combos on the plant life. On his thirteenth combination, a heavy breeze pushed Leon’s attack slightly off course. While still hitting the tree, the fact that he had missed his mark meant that a small explosive would trigger from somewhere close to him and he would have to try and predict where that explosion would be. ‘I’d say I appreciate the parting gift from master but it really hurts when I do misread the explosive’s location,’ he thought diving away to the right side of the clearing as a small explosion erupted only a foot to the left of where he had been previously.

Standing back up Leon sighed, it had been awhile since he had had one of the explosives trigger on him. Slowly walking over to a patch of dirt in the clearing several tallies were carved into the ground with the words, ‘Successful Training Sessions’ carved above them. Kneeling down Leon counted the sixty-three tallies in the dirt before wiping them away in a fit of disappointment. ‘Sixty-three days huh. I haven’t had a record like that for quite some time, it’s almost sad to mess up just because of a little difference in wind pressure,’ he thought slowly rubbing index finger in the blank expanse of dirt.
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"A contract would be most pleasing mistress. However the late Guildmaster felt that I could only complete assassin ranked missions. I trust you have better judgement in my skills then that." Thinking slightly after she mentioned the mayor. "Dea hmm she might be useful to him but I have a request. Let me take this contract to prove my usefulness. With a crowd of that size there will be abundant shadows and his speech will provide me the perfect way to pin point his location." It had been years since his last contract and he was really looking for a challenge and bringing back the skull of their mayor in broad day light would be his challenging accomplishment. "If you let me do this I will present to you the skull of their mayor and that will represent that no matter who you are and no matter where you are we will kill you and there is no hiding from us."
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The library was a vast place of books and parchments. Here the Order kept all of their known lore and records, as well as some very expensive books that were obtained through various other means. It was always filled with assassins looking through the various tomes, either to find a more efficient way to kill or to study or merely for pleasure even. Yin often found herself down in the library looking through books of poisons and wondering to herself how she could improve upon them. The Guild had few books on engineering, which is why Yin took such immaculate notes on her new creations. Perhaps one day some apprentice would come down here and look through her notes and think to themselves how they would improve upon it.

Yin entertained the idea. Her mentor...Thane. It was simply Thane now, she told herself. Thane had often told her that a sharp wit was just as strong as a sharp weapon, and at her core she truly believed it. She hadn't survived when she was young because she was strong or sly or even speedy. She was smart. She had outwitted the terrors of her youth, and here she stood as a testament to that power of the mind.

She went to one of the bookcases and took out a book on alchemy. She had finished her morning chores, packed her bags, and was now ready to meet with Thane. She had a feeling she would be reprimanded for her manner last night. Thane didn't like such open displays and such loose operations, this she knew, and she was prepared to get the standard talk for being so reckless with her first contract.

But she knew she had done it. The contract was dead, and no one was suspect of her. She knew it was not the ideal way she would have wished it to be done, but she didn't care. It had worked, and in the future she would be more careful.

But in the future, it would be only her. No more Thane to remind her, it was just herself. That was a somber thought to her. She recalled how kind Thane had been to her, how other mentors had been cruel and callous to their apprentices, forcing them to be strong. Thane had never been like that. Trying on her patience, yes. Challenging of her intellect, without a doubt. But never cruel. He did care, and Yin was thankful for that.

Even though their apprenticeship was at an end, Yin knew she could always count on Thane for advice and help. He was the closest thing to family she knew of, that old book. And so she waited for her old master to come into the library, and looked forward to one last scolding for her bold actions.
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Remi was snapped out of her thoughts by Thanes voice. "Huh?" She listened before shaking her head, "No, this one is definitely going to Zehyr." She then started thinking of some of the contracts she had only glanced over. However after a brief pause she remembered something she was planning on having Zehyr do eventually, but this would be a perfect challenge for Thane, and some choice others of course, she would have sent other with even Zehyr, not for lack of faith, but because it was that important to her.

Lately she has been getting pestered by the king, he wanting them to become his mercenaries. It was his hope that by doing this they wouldn't be killing random subjects, that he could use them to 'better' the world. She grinned as she thought about it.
Now obviously just straight out killing him wasn't the answer, there had to be a message to be sent, the kill had to be gruesome, like an animal got him.
But he had family so if they took the throne revenge would be sought. Thus they had to be killed.
Then there was the fact that one of the commanders was a traitor, one who left before her 'leave and die' rule was instated.
But the most important thing was that all evidence it was them had to be removed, thus anything the king planed to send to them had to be destroyed.

"I have the perfect job for you, and a few choice others of course." She stated, grinning. "Its to kill a traitor, and a king. I will ask you to meet me in my office later today. I will send for the others to also join me there."

She turned down a hall and continued walking away from Thane, going toward her office. It woudl take her some more walking to reach her room, and she was still thinking about who she was going to include on this.
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"A king huh most interesting. I have had many marks over the years but never a king." Thane turned to look at the Guildmaster only to realise that her steps had faded away and he was alone. Luckily the hall he was currently in ran right to the library and in no time he was inside. From the he inquired about Yin and was directed toward her. Putting a hand on her shoulder he turned her around and began leading them towards his hidden room. Standing in front of a large book shelf he scanned the books until his fingers hit braile markings. Tilting the boom out a loud metalic click could be heard and pulling on the shelf revealed a metal door. Pulling a key from around his neck he probed for the keyhole and upon finding it unlocked the door and led Yin inside. Pulling a lever after shutting the door caused the weights to release and the shelf swung to a close.
Inside it seemed that Thane had raided a catacomb. Every free place on the wall and on shelves sat human skulls with many more piled on the floor. Making his way toward his padded chai he sat and motioned to a glass case containing ten corked bottles of various meads. "There are twp glasses on the shelf beside the case would you please pour two glasses of razzberry mead its the green bottle with the red wax. So as you must have guessed this is my private study. Many years before I was blinded I requested that the librarians room be turned into this and the guildmaster agreed. Besides the former Guildmaster you are the first to enter this chamber." Gesturing at the walls he continued. "Surely you have heard mention of my honorific. The Devils Blade comes from my hobby of collecting and curing the skulls of my victims. Before I was offorded my study I had no place to walk in my room. To the date I have killed one thousand seven hundred fifty three people. Fourty seven more kills and I will have achieved the honor of having the most kills in the Orders history. The current record holder is our first Guildmaster. I am telling you all of this Yin because I expect great things from you. One day this room will be yours and if you show the right skills my title with it. You are the only apprentice I have ever taken on and you will never live to see my age if continue to make fool mistakes like last nights." As he went on his voice got rougher and sharper but his volume never changed from the quiet voice. "You will no longer be under my wing child and you still have much to learn. I will not let you die because you are seen by your mark. Therefore I believe it is time you learned my skill. You are not my apprentice true and you may refuse training if you do not want it but if you accept there will be no turning back. It will be difficult and unlike anything you have faced before. With the right determination and patience you will succeed. If there is only one thing that stuck in your head from all these years it had better be patience." Softening his tone and smiling he continued. "Now that I have gotten my last chastenment out of the way sit, and recount to me your first successful contract. My eyes and ears in the cities never put much in their reports."
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You'd think living in a place like the Fortress of the Order of Moonlight Assassins' Guild you would get used to things like hidden bookcases leading into secret studies for one of the most skilled and accomplished assassins ever to live. But Yin didn't. It was all still the same great surprise she had had on her first day, the same great mystery. And it still intrigued her to want to learn more all the same.

The skulls seemed to star through her. She held them with a sort of reverent fascination, as if in the presence of a great sleeping beast. She was in Thane's lair, she realized. It was just as she could have expected.

They sat, and Thane become unusually close about his life. It wasn't so much that he sounded angry. He wasn't. The bite in his voice was that caring, this she knew. It was his determination slipping out to try and fill her with some will to do better. She knew he hadn't always been blind, and she suspected there was a bit of that remorse coloring his words as well.

And then he offered a gift, his gift, his ability. He offered to teach her. Yin's mouth fell open, and she was thankful her former mentor could not see. To pass through shadows, to have such a skill. She would kill for it.

He again confided in her his belief in patience, and she knew if she wished to gain this ability she would have to muster all of her patience and cunning to enact it.

A smile broke from his lips, like two pages blowing open in the summer's soft wind. She relaxed, and knew that the time of mentoring had closed. But he asked her of her first kill, not in the way a teacher would, but in the way of a friend who was interested. He bade her entreat him with her story, and so she commenced.

"My mark was a corrupt nobleman who had been bribing and paying his way into status, causing several people to lose their livelihoods and even a few to lose their lives. He was selfish and greedy, and his breathe stank too." It wasn't a necessary detail, but it had been a predominant one throughout the night. Somehow, his corruption made Yin feel better about the kill. If it had been someone who was merely in the Order's way, she wasn't sure she would have done the contract with as much conviction as she had.

"It was at a party. I thought I would have been able to merely slip in and deliver the poison as a gift without drawing much attention, but he saw me before I could get out, and assumed I had come to deliver it personally along with myself." Yin could recall his putrid breathe and false shallow laugh. The smile and enjoyment of a man who had bought his way into fame and renown. Such men were loathsome in Yin's eyes.

"He kept trying to get me on my own, and finally I devised realized a way I could get him to drink without others around to witness. So, coating my spare dagger in poison at a chance opportunity, he eventually led me to his bedroom. He tried to take advantage of me, and I have to admit I did not resist at first until he tried taking things further. At this point I went for the wine and suggested a drink. He was more than happy to oblige me, and we drank together, clearing me inadvertently of suspicion if anyone had thought his death was because of the wine. After keeling over and destroying the wine, I smashed the glass of a window so as if to seem like my dagger had been thrown through it with great force, and I stuck it into his back to make that seem as if the killing blow." Yin did not share this with Thane, but none of it had truly been planned. The dagger yes, but the circumstances had all been so fortuitous, it worked perfectly. But she would not admit this clear oversight to Thane, despite her suspicion he would realize it himself.

"After setting it up, I drew attention to it and, after being momentarily detained by the guards, I took advantage of the chaos in the aftermath and departed." Yin felt confident in her execution. Yes, it had been sloppy, but it was also partially exhilarating getting off without any eyes raised with her having been in the thick of it. She knew Thane would not totally approve, but she hoped that he could understand her prowess in dealing with the situation.
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What had begun as a gentle beating had quickly turned to quite a rapid thrum. Held within Deatania’s hand, Zephyr’s heart fluttered like the nervous creatures – great and small, fierce and friendly – that encountered the unmistakable warmth of human contact when in Dea’s care. Yet something was particularly strange in the speed of the Angel’s heart. Unlike the stony and cold mask which he continued to maintain, his heart was soft and scattered, like the thrum of a bird’s heart when held with wings clasped. It was a trapped, stuttering beat. It was fear. Deatania’s eyes clouded with sadness a moment at the thought of her tiny hand on his large, muscular chest making him so uncomfortable. Was he really so broken? So broken that the simple gesture of warmth was uncomfortable for him? Her worry was quickly soothed however, as she caught a wisp of the Angel of Death’s eyes flick to the cobra and back. A gentle quiver of the flesh across the man’s skin reiterated the point. He was not put off by her touch, but rather it was Tahiti.

It was almost an effort to hold back the laughter, and Deatania couldn’t stop the playful smile that painted her face. Here she faced the deadliest killer in the land; the most blood thirsty assassin of the Order; a trained fighting dog; the man whose single glance had caused a rather ill apprentice months earlier to buckle to the ground and be carried back to her room bluer than goat’s cheese. And yet when in the presence of a simple, slithering monocle cobra, he became as flustered as a guinea fowl. It wasn’t as if Zephyr was alone in his fear though. Many people saw Tahiti through venomous eyes, and kept well away from the slippery serpent. So Dea kept the snake hidden beneath her silken dress, to combat these fears. People were simple really; what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. Usually she understood the fear held by those who observed the dangerous creature and then in turn Deatania’s missing arm. But the stark contrast in this instance was bizarre: why should the Angel of Death be afraid?

Curling her tongue and exhaling in short, sharp bursts, several small clicking sounds slipped from Dea’s lips. The vibrations hit the snake’s body with a greater magnitude than their sound struck the human ear, and Tahiti gracefully fell out of the s-shape that so threatened her trainer’s newest animal to be tamed. The command saw the cobra inch away slowly, creeping back up Deatania’s shoulder and about her neck. The snake bobbed once more in Zephyr’s direction and hissed sharply, as if giving a final warning glance, before disappearing beneath the leaf-green of Dea’s dress. She smiled softly at the Angel once more, working hard to force back the smirk that had previously lingered about her face. “You’re right to be nervous around her,” Deatania’s gaze fell for a moment to her armless shoulder-blade, before returning to the depths of Zephyr’s emerald eyes. Tahiti had now returned to her master’s waist, and once again Dea was comforted by the coolness of scale over skin. “But there’s no real need to be afraid of her. She won’t strike at you… Not while I’m around.”

Deatania pressed her hand firmly against the Angel’s chest in a reassuring way, but also as a monitor. She kept steady there to feel for the stoic man’s real human emotions. Without clarity of such things upon his face, Dea was finding him difficult to read. The heart never lied though, she knew, so Dea kept her hand pressed to the Angel’s strong chest, counting along with the beat. She sighed softly, closing her eyes, realising hers thrummed along to the same time as his. It was a strange sensation, to feel the beat flashing red against your eyelids match the one of the heart in your hand, and the tiny acrobat smiled. Her heart beat – a human heart beat – was exactly the same as Zephyr’s. She opened her eyes, which were filled with excitement. “Let me show you something. Don’t worry, just trust me.” She wasn’t sure if he would or not, but she threw caution to the wind and moved her arm on him once more.

From Zephyr’s chest, Deatania shifted her hand lightly across to his shoulder, losing his heartbeat across his skin. From here, she slowly traced down his arm with her fingertips, watching his reaction cautiously once more. His arms were not bulky, but powerful, and the muscle she felt beneath his dark clothes was more than intimidating. She hesitated once she struck his wrist, knowing that beyond this point was the raw, exposed flesh of the Angel’s hand. Was this alright? Was she playing with fire? Brave and foolish all at the same time, Dea slid her fingers down into his palm, lightly holding it between her thumb and fingers. She paused, allowing him time to settle, time to pull back if he wanted to, but not so long as to chicken out herself. "Be gentle," she warned, not forgetting how violent the man had been known to be. Tenderly and ever more slowly, she raised his hand to her own chest, softly placing the flesh of his palm across her skin where her heart resided. She breathed deeply, knowing that a true killer now had his hand awfully close to her heart. But this was more than that for him. She clenched his hand a moment before allowing her fear to slip away. Instead, it was replaced by the ready, trained calm she had established during her years of animal training, and her heart beat evenly, strong and true beneath the Angel’s hand.

They held still a moment, and Deatania watched his eyes carefully with hers, the pity now mixed with a certain hope for the man who’d been labelled ‘broken’, ‘animal’ and ‘lost’. The world was still for a moment, as Dea allowed the Angel to realise who she was, in the hopes he might find a piece of himself within her. Yet nothing is truly perfect, and no moment can last forever. Seeking the new and curious warmth pressed against her host’s bosom, Tahiti shifted silently and unseen up Deatania’s waist, curling around her breast and snaking towards the beating warmth of Dea’s heart: and Zephyr’s hand.
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Zehyr relaxed somewhat once the snake was out of sight, but he was still uneasy with the knowledge that it was under her clothes. Out of sight, but not out of his mind. Its unseen presence was a different kind of fear for him, like someone not wanting to go into the ocean because of what may be lurking in its murky depths. The fear of the unknown wasn't one that he could claim to be indifferent toward.

It took several moments for him to feel calmer, and his heartbeats slowed to a more relaxed rate. That is, until Dea started to move her hand. His attention was once again fixed on her hand as it glided over his shoulder and down his arm, but he kept himself from moving away from her. By all rights, he should have. He should have stepped back from her a while ago, but a lingering sense of curiosity was keeping him in place. That, and his deeply-repressed desire to actually have some sort of connection with the others in this guild. He was by no means oblivious when it came to the relationships he saw forming between the other assassins. He saw how close they were, how they became close friends who would do anything for one another. He saw how some of them had fallen in love and had started blood-related families within the guild. He wasn't naive, nor was he blind. Of course he knew all of this happened, but he had never tried any of it himself. Not since before his first contract, and at that point a true romantic relationship was beyond his reach due to his age. But now...

It was a painful fact, but a fact nonetheless that Zehyr's job within the guild was mainly to kill the members who stepped out of line. Yes, he had the honor of taking the most difficult and important contracts, but during the times when he wasn't off killing people he'd never seen before, he was living here and largely avoiding the others of the guild. Burying himself in his training so he didn't have to think about anything else, and obeying the guildmaster so she wouldn't have reason to turn against him as just about everyone else in the guild had. There was no reason to form any kind of emotional connection to the guild members because he knew at any time, the guildmaster could order him to kill them. He'd experienced one time too many just how difficult it was to kill someone you had an attachment to. But here Dea was, trying to connect with him. Why?

The feel of Dea's hand grasping his own pulled him from his thoughts and brought him back to into the moment with a bit of a jolt. He didn't pull away from her, though. He just allowed her to move his hand to her chest, and he blinked when he felt her heart beating steadily under his palm. She was so calm in this, and yet he was so nervous? He had to respect her courage, certainly. She was being very brave, but he still didn't know what she was up to. Was it mere curiosity? She'd heard the stories about him from the others of the guild. Was she doing this to try to prove the others wrong? Or was there more to it than that? He didn't know, and he wasn't going to ask. He didn't get the opportunity to, since at that moment he was pulled right back out of his thoughts once again. The cause of it this time, though, was that hidden serpent. It wasn't hidden anymore, and it had the brilliant, warmth-seeking idea of moving from the calm body it had been wrapped around to the body that was slightly warmer from fear.

The cobra had gone to Zehyr's hand and slithered over it before proceeding to work its way up the assassin's sleeve and to his chest. To say that Zehyr tensed from this would be an understatement. He was positively rigid in his fear as he felt the snake wind its way up his arm before twisting around his chest, taking enjoyment in the heat it found there. Zehyr was far less content with its new location, but he didn't move for fear that it would bite him if he did. Instead he just stood there, his hand still on Dea's chest, though it was shaking. His face was still largely passive, but his eyes easily showed just how scared he was as they silently pleaded with Dea to do something. That snake needed to get out from under his shirt, preferably before his control broke and he did something that would probably make the snake bite him.
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"Poison can be a most cruel mistress if you are not careful with her Yin. I think it would be beneficial to you if you learned the use of the bow. Poison etched arrows can be most lethal and they are very difficult to trace. I am not skilled with bows but I am sure if you were to ask one of the other members then they would be willing to train you in its use. Always remember that when you are under anothers tutelage that they be treated as a mentor no matter what rank you achieve there will always be more to learn." Taking a long drink from his mead he continued by arubtly changing the subject. The Guildmaster will be sending me on a very important mission soon and I will be requesting that you join me. Since you have never been on a team contract let me guide you through the basic rules. First and formost lead goes to the highest rank, if there are two of the same rank then the senior one takes command unless he defers it to the other. Teamwork is a key skill and you must be willing to bare all of your skills for the good of the contract. Finally no one is ever left behind if you are able to rescue a harmed teammate you must do so. Each of the members of the team will be placing their lives in your hands and as such you must be willing to do the same." A low rumble came from his stomach as he finished speaking. Laughing he asked Yin "would you mind accompanying me to the dining hall its passed noon and I am quiet famished."
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Before anyone could stop it, the deadly cobra had worked her way across the bridge now formed by Zephyr’s arm resting on Deatania’s chest. The acrobat had felt it happening but the snake had been too fast for her. Dea was quick at the worst of times, but startling movements around two dangerous creatures such as Tahiti and Zephyr would have dramatic consequences; and not the kind of drama Dea revelled in. Powerless, she felt the cobra slip from her silken dress and into the depths of Zephyr’s dark sleeve, winding her way up his forearm and leaving Dea’s tiny body behind. Deatania was surprised at first. It was not at all like Tahiti to leave her trainer’s person unless commanded to do so. It was a very cheeky move, but Dea knew she was only naturally seeking the warmth of the Angel’s body. A warmth, which further proved his humanity. He was not stone cold. On the contrary, Dea found his skin surprisingly soft, and his chest amazingly warm.

The hand on her bosom began to tremble, and Deatania was snapped from her reverie. The Angel of Death’s eyes were wide with fear, as he wordlessly pleaded for help. Still like a statue, the man showed every sign that he was more than uncomfortable having the snake curling slowly and almost lovingly across his chest. Dea’s eyes widened slightly herself, but she quickly gained control and clarity for Zephyr’s sake. “Stay calm… she can sense your fear. And if she does…” Dea looked very seriously into the Angel’s eyes, warning him with a deadly stare. But she was unable to hold her expression for long. A cheeky giggle escaped her lips, and she smiled half warmly and half apologetically at the Angel. “Relax, I’m kidding, she won’t hurt you. Come here,” Dea let Zephyr’s arm drop from her chest, and reached up to gently pull the assassin down by the shoulders to allow her a better reach.

The shift in Zephyr’s body startled the cobra, which began to move once more across the Angel’s chest. Acting fast, Deatania threw her hand down the man’s collar, peering inside comically as she did so. “Tah, don’t be rude. Get back here…” She ordered, as if the snake could understand her every word. She reached down, her hand brushing along the Angel’s toned and worked chest, groping for the monocle cobra. But Tahiti had no intentions of leaving the warmth of Zephyr’s body any time soon, and slithered about to the Angel’s back, slipping from Dea’s reach. The acrobat rolled her eyes at the animal before pursuing. Though Zephyr was short, Deatania was no giant herself, and she was unable to reach over his shoulders for the snake. Forgetting the repercussions of moving unpredictably about the fear-stricken Angel of Death, Dea pulled roughly again on his shoulders, bending him further down in a bow-like fashion. Pursuing the snake once more, she seemed to either not notice or not care that the awkward position they were now in saw Zephyr’s face pressed firmly against Dea’s bosom.

Having at last cornered the snake, Deatania snatched for it. “Gotchya!”
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Nodding her head, and then remembering he could not see her, Yin giggled a bit. "Of course I'll accompany you." Together with Thane, they moved out of the secret study and through the library to the main corridors.

The bow and arrow recommendation was a good one, and Yin berated herself for not being able to think of that on her own. She was rapidly coming to the realization that Thane would not always be around. She would have to be her own mentor and learn as much from other people as she had from Thane. Walking through the rows and aisles of various scripts and texts, Yin was again reminded of the rich history of the Guild, of the depth of its activity. She turned to look at Thane as they reached nearer to the library entrance.

"Thane, if you don't mind my asking, how did you become blind? I know you weren't always blind, but there must have been something..." The words died in her mouth. She felt a bit of shame at allowing herself to go ahead and ask it. It must be a touchy subject. But now that she was no longer his pupil, she wanted to know.

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A saddened look came over his face as a lone tear ran down the cheek opposite of Yin. Thane had held such promise when he was able to see and had been the favorite to beat the Angel of Death back then. The older members that know of it knew it as a taboo subject for Thane. As such he had never spoken of the incident to anyone. If not for being blinded Thane would have broken the record he had sought since he was but an Assassin years ago. Sighing as the tear stained his snow white mustache he decided it was finally time to speak about it. Loudly clearing his throat he began to recount the tale. "When I was fiftyfive years of age I was enticed into challenging the current Angel of Death. I was the favorite to win the duel. I used to be the most powerful member in the order. I was at the prime of my life taking multiple contracts a night and never missing the sun rise. On the eve of my duel I was preparing powder bombs and a poison laced one exploded on me. The poison was a temporary blinding agent but mixed with the powder bomb it became permanent."
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Remi climbed up the stairs of her tower, walking calmly down he corridors as she continued thinking about who she would be sending on her little 'kill the king' mission. She figured Leon, simply because he could savagely and brutally kill the king, the perfect message. Thane to kill the commander. Honan for the locks, and he could take out the kings family. She might even include Thanes apprentice.

When she finally reached the top floor of her tower, and came to her door she paused. Inside she could hear motioning, and voices. She was fairly sure that Zehyr would still be in the room, he generally waited around or went to train. But she wasn't sure who else would be in the room. She ruled out an attempt on her life, as any assassin who was planning on killing someone and could be heard most definitely would be killed.

Pushing open the door she paused as she saw what was happening…or could only guess at what she saw. Dea stood with her hand down Zehyr's shirt, with Zehyr's face against Dea's chest. It took all her strength not to laugh at the sight, not that one would be able to tell this from her constant smile, though it should be noted the corner of her lips did twitch briefly showing her teeth.
"Oh my…did I interrupt something intimate? Cause your doing it wrong." She stated as she moved inside her room, then pressed one of her needles into a stack of papers. "If you both are finished with your…moment. I have a job for you." Her voice calm, collected, though inside she was noting everything, primarily a look from Zehyr she caught on the way in, a look of humanity. That look made her briefly reconsider sending Dea on the mission too, but then a thought entered her mind, that perhaps it would be easier to hear a scream if she were too…allow him to break some.

"Zehyr I want you to kill the mayor of Nuestra. It must be done in broad daylight, and during the parade. Dea will provide you an escape with her horse." She looked over the pair before calmly asking, "Any questions, or objections?"

[[hmm typing that out that does seem like a lot of assassins to kill only a small number of targets (its like four) XD Idk may add another target or two, fill out the family or something this way it doesn't feel like a 'sending four when one would have worked better']]
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