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Order of Moonlight - Assassins' Guild [IC]
Topic Started: April 20, 2011, 10:22 pm (1,792 Views)
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BOOM! BOOM!

The sound resounded throughout the small clearing and out toward the surrounding areas. From fatigue and another strong gust Leon had missed his mark not once but twice. It was hard enough predicting one when tired but dodging two without completely diving out of the circle was something Leon always had trouble with. The first one fell a little ways to his left; a simple back step was enough to avoid the explosion but the second one was dropping right next to where he was moving to. The resulting shock sent Leon reeling into the trunk of a tree about ten feet away. Smashing his back into the trunk, Leon bucked his head and managed to give himself a nice little knot to match the quickly bruising arm he had used to defend himself from the explosion with.

The only good part about these explosives were that they were only shock wave explosives, no real harm would come to a person unless they swallowed it or landed right on top of one. Sliding down the tree in a tired mass Leon simply sat there heaving his shoulders as he gasped in as much air as his lungs could take. ‘Today is turning out to be somewhat of a complete failure after this little turn of events,’ he thought, leaning heavily against the tree and closing his eyes.

Slowing his breathing, Leon’s heart rate began to slow into a steady tempo and the throbbing in his bruised arm began to raise its own pace. Leaning forward Leon removed the simple mass produced white undershirt he was wearing and tore off a large section of fabric from the torso area. All that remained of the shirt were the sleeves, collar, and enough cloth to cover the man’s nipples. Placing the ‘shirt’ back on, Leon tore the cloth into one long strip. Holding one end of the cloth on his wrist, Leon began to wrap the winding cloth around the bruised area slowly covering the purple and green area. Tying a small knot at the opposite end of the wrap, he lightly tugged at the cloth to make sure it was secure but left enough room so that his arm wouldn’t suffocate.

Not much else I can do here,” he murmured, heaving himself onto his slightly unsteady legs. Glancing up at the tree tops, the light green of his jacket swayed lightly in the breeze. Stalking his way over to the tree, Leon sharpened the tips of his fingers and toes once again and forcefully stabbed his way up the tree. Setting himself up on the branch Leon pulled at the edge of his jacket until it was resting on his thighs. Patting the cloth down only the very tips of the jacket remained wet to the touch. Clutching the clothing to his chest with one arm, Leon dug a claw into the bark of the tree and slowly slid down to the solidarity of the ground below.

Sliding his arms into the sun-warmed jacket Leon quickly buttoned up the simple piece of clothing. ‘Can’t exactly go into the building with a bandaged arm and a belly shirt on,’ he thought scratching the back of his head running his fingers over the small knot that had formed. Resting his hands in his jacket pockets Leon began a slow walk back to the fortress where he might change his shirt and maybe do a little more first aid on his arm. It wasn’t long before the fortress was back in sight and Leon safely within its walls. Pressing his claws into the strong walls of the fortress Leon slowly scaled the building until reaching the rooftop. Pacing his way along the edge of the rooftop Leon stopped over the tower that he was certain was the guild masters. It didn’t actually matter that he could peek into her office from the window that was there but her window was close enough to his own room that he might as well drop down for a quick wave. Setting himself over the edge of the roof Leon hung just to the left of the window before shifting over to peek inside. Seeing Zehyr, a female assassin, and the guild master Leon made a spastic wave at the group before sliding down two floors and digging his claws in as hard as he could. Slowly swaying from side to side Leon built up a small amount of momentum and launched himself at his window. It wasn’t the most beautiful jump an assassin could make from the side of a building but he did make it and he was safely back inside the perimeter of his room.
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Zehyr was too shocked by this turn of events to do much of anything except go along with what Dea directed him to do. He wanted that snake to get off him sooner rather than later, and he was still just about frozen in his fear of the warmth-seeking reptile. Feeling it slithering over the bare skin under his shirt was sending fresh waves of fear through him, and despite everything that he was, an almost whimper-like sound vibrated from his throat. It likely went unheard, though, since his face was currently buried in Dea's chest. Where it definitely didn't belong, but he was too focused on the snake to care at the moment.

What did get his attention off the snake in a hurry was the arrival of the guildmaster. As soon as that door opened and she stepped inside, a jolt went through Zehyr and he quickly backed away from Dea, thankfully right after she had grabbed that pesky serpent so it stayed with her as he backed away.

He gave that snake a cold look before turning his gaze quickly to the guildmaster, trying to regain his composure in the process. Unfortunately, it wans't so quick to return to him and he saw the recognition of it in the woman's eyes as she looked at him. At least she seemed amused at the situation rather than angry. Then again, she never looked anything less than amused. That perpetual smile was on her face, just as a perpetually neutral look was on his own. Though at the moment, that neutral look was clearly forced.

At the guildmaster's directions for Zehyr's next contract, he stated, "It will be done." Of course he had no questions or objections, though he did find it odd that she was sending Dea with him. For a contract which sounded this dangerous, it would be good to have someone there to help him make a quick escape. But Dea? There were other assassins at the guild who were fast riders, but Dea was the one who had just been reaching around under Zehyr's shirt. Sure it was to fetch her snake, but...

No, no. There was no problem with this. The guildmaster had a reason for sending Dea along, Zehyr was sure. He wouldn't question her decision. Like always, he'd just obey. That's what he was good for: obeying orders. This was going to be a very difficult contract, but he'd do as he was told and carry it out as the guildmaster wished him to.

Broad daylight and during a parade... There would be many guards around. He would have to be careful, blend in with the crowd as much as possible until he struck. And he couldn't get too close. He'd have to use a throwing knife for this. A bow would be easiest, but his aim with those was never too good. He was an expert with throwing knives, so that's what he'd use. It would be taking a risk, but he would have to get moderately close to the mayor. And kill him before the guards could notice him. Then escape through a crowd who would likely be trying to stop him just as much as the guards. He could certainly see why he needed help in making his escape. And this wasn't just a run-of-the-mill assassination. He was killing a government official. These guards would be aiming to kill him in return. This contract was almost on the level of a suicide mission...
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A shiver crept all along her spine. Yin had never seen so much emotion come from Thane. The simple tear that slide into his whiskers was a clear sign to Yin that she had gone too far in asking, and she turned away from him to look forward, concentrating hard on not saying anything.

But then he spoke. He told the story, and despite the old man's best efforts to hide it, he was in pain. Thane was a proud man, a certain man, but Yin could see that with his sight he had been even more so. A shining exemplar of the Order. She could feel the pain he had felt in losing his eyesight that morning emanating from his voice. It was a harsh chord on an otherwise wonderful day, and while she did somewhat resent asking, her curiosity kept burning. She had to know. What other chance would she have to ask?

"What happened then? Did you fight?" She pressed on a little farther, but she would not persist for much longer. It was too painful, too hard for her to make her former mentor relive such an obviously painful memory. But she had to know. She wanted to know. She couldn't go back.
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Far down the corridor, strands of purple brushed around the corner, soon followed by two eyes bearing the same hue. Honan shifted his sight to and fro the hall he hid in and the one around the corner ultimately leading to the Guildmaster's quarters. Just seconds earlier, he happened to catch a glimpse of the woman herself stepping into her office, but dared not to follow. Not yet. Instead, he waited a few moments to see if she would immediately leave again; no luck.

He licked his dry lips and stepped around the corner with caution, using the tips of his toes. He took one step, paused, and waited a moment. Satisfied, he took yet another, small step. His heart was now racing. This was almost like trailing a mark, yet he knew well what would happen should he attempt to take this one's life. That wasn't what he was here for, anyway. Summoning up more courage, he sighed and broke out of his nervous advance and assumed a more casual stroll. Anything else would be too suspicious, should someone happen to spot him, after all.

Upon nearing the door, he heard the Guildmaster speaking to someone. "Zehyr?" he thought in dismay. Honan wasn't particularly afraid of that man, but rather struct in awe by his skill. By himself though, he didn't think Zehyr too much of a threat to him. The man was pretty stoic, and as such was difficult to anger--not that Honan ever tried, but knowing this made him feel at ease. At the very least, he knew that Zehyr wouldn't kill him for the sake of killing him. No, it was that woman whom had him tightly leashed who was to be feared. Whatever her order, he would blindly follow, and the orders usually involved killing his own kin.

"Maybe this was a bad time after all," he took a step away from the door. "Besides, I don't have time to waste on this..." With that thought in mind, Honan motioned to turn away and head off to complete the contract given to him yesterday, but was yet again reminded that the code written in the contract was vital information. It would make things much more complicated should he meet up with the client and be unable to convince them that he was there to carry out their task. Though he was curious as to why the client was so paranoid about this anyway.

He gritted his teeth in frustration. Without that code, he wouldn't be able to complete his contract, and without completing his contract... Maybe he should just enter and explain the situation. He played around with the idea in his mind, thinking of all the possible outcomes: killed by Remillia, killed by Zehyr... killed in a rare combination of the two.

Or he could lie. Lying works too.

Honan took in a deep breath and reached out towards the slightly ajar door. After all, the certain death that awaited should he fail his mission outweighed the possibility of death from disturbing the Guildmaster.

[He hasn't "entered" the room yet.]
Edited by Enigmatic, April 26, 2011, 7:21 pm.
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It was unfathomable, what had been asked of her. Deatania stood with her precious pet tangling about her hand and wrist in confusion and fear, while similar emotions overwhelmed the tiny acrobatic assassin. For some reason – luck, perhaps? – she had survived being caught by the Guildmaster in her office, uninvited, unexpected, unpermitted, and in an altogether unorthodox position with the esteemed Angel of Death. She opened her mouth to explain what was happening, but she could only manage to let it hang open wordlessly for fear of insulting the deadly woman by speaking directly to her. Though she had bravely pushed the boundaries with Zephyr, and with successful results, Dea was not about to take the same manner with the Guildmaster. She was only a simple, low-ranking assassin after all.

And that in itself was the second unfathomable fact. Deatania; a young, inexperienced, misbehaving and disfigured assassin, was to accompany the most high and powerful Angel of Death on what could only be described as a stealthy suicide mission for even the most trained, practiced and disciplined of killers. Any normal person in her position would have been taken by fear. But a small part in Dea – beneath the fear, confusion and slight irritation at the interruption of her moment with the mysterious Angel – burned brightly. She had been specially chosen to help Zephyr put on a show for the Mayor, the parade and indeed the whole city he governed. She wondered if there had ever before been such a pairing before on a contract. A tiny, creeping sense of pride and stardom filled Dea’s chest. No, of course she was the first.

Even on a modest day, Deatania knew she was the best rider of the Order, helped of course by the fact she companioned the strongest, most agile and well tempered horse of the small riding faction present in the Guild. But it was a well deserved privilege to be recognised as such. She had raised, tamed and trained her steed, Rolei, from foal to stallion, and for the last nine years they had worked together both in the circus performing stunts, and in the guild initiating kills. The pair had such a strong horse-and-rider bond, that it was hardly a surprise to see how magnificent they were in action together. Dea knew the Guildmaster had made the right and responsible decision in assigning her as getaway horsewoman for the Angel’s assignment.

Still the fact remained that the mission itself appeared impossible, even for the somewhat invincible Angel of Death. Dea sneaked a glance at the serious bulk of Zephyr, who had once again turned inhumanly emotionless and stoic. He was not a tall man, but beneath the dark linen he adorned you could identify a certain definition to his build. It wasn’t a struggle for Deatania to recall the feel of his chest against her bare hand as she searched for the cobra moments earlier. He was toned and muscular, with a wide chest and strong arms. Dea doubted there was an ounce of fat left on that well-trained body; he was the perfect monster, moulded to kill. But despite his god-like figure, she still held reservations as to the possibility of a successful return from this contract: for either of them.

Why would the Guildmaster be doing this? Deatania didn’t understand. Had she become overconfident in her precious pet? Or did she have more sinister motivations? Dea needed to get out of the office. After her realisation and small break through with the trapped animal Zephyr, it made her sick to the core to see first-hand the way he was commanded about like a dog. The contract was impossible, but Zephyr had accepted it anyways – it was all he knew. And there would be certain death had they turned it down. Suddenly seeing a sliver of what the older Guildmembers spoke of, Deatania felt an overwhelming sense of encroachment upon her personal space. She needed fresh air, open spaces. She bowed reverently to the Guildmaster, dipping low to the ground in a practised crouch. “Your wish is our command, my Master,” Deatania shot the Angel a final pitying stare. More like your Master.

Standing abruptly yet gracefully, Dea rushed for the door, working hard to not seem in too much of a hurry to leave. She gripped the handle, knowing the door held the promise of fresh air and escape just on the other side. Twisting and pulling once more, Dea heaved open the wood and dashed forward. She was stopped unexpectedly by a second body standing in her way, and the acrobat did a double take while her cobra hissed out in shock. It was an assassin, much older than herself, and he seemed lost in some kind of contemplation. His eyes gave away nothing of his inner monologue, and Deatania’s interest perked up for the second time that morning. Had he heard of their contract? Had he been spying on them? Or was he after the Guildmaster? “Sorry, I didn’t realise you’d be standing there,” She offered apologetically, bowing her head forward. Dea recognised the man as Honan, her senior, and paid him the respect due to him. The door was left wide open behind her, so that the newcomer was visible to all inside the Guildmaster’s office, and vice versa.
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Honan reached for the door hesitantly and was startled when it flung open on its own. For a moment, his mind went blank. The calm demeanor he had worked so hard to muster was instantly shattered and his heart began to race once more. If his cloak weren't covering his chest, its frantic beat would surely be visible. He could feel sweat begin to form upon him, though it was quickly chilled by the breeze that fled from the room. He fought with himself to maintain the usual tranquility in his eyes to avoid showing any fear.

It wasn't until Deatania spoke that he was even aware of her, despite the fact that she was just a few inches in front of him. He found that Remillia's overbearing presence engulfed everyone else's whenever she was around, just like the sight of blood. And even after all these years, he still hadn't truly gotten "used" to either.

He let his eyes lower to Deatania and forced a grin, though it was moreso toward those within the room as a farce to hide his fears -- fear usually meant that there was something to hide. Honestly though, seeing someone there who wouldn't kill him at the drop of a hat almost made him feel better. Almost.

"No worries," he stepped to the side to give Deatania room to pass, "Maybe I should've knocked first..." Though he spoke to her, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering off towards the Guildmaster; once their eyes met, he once again forgot about the presence of the girl mere inches in front of him, and consequently, the calm she brought him.

Reluctantly, he took a step past Deatania and bowed before the Guildmaster. In his bow, he scanned the room in the hopes that no one would notice with his head lowered. There were many papers stacked neatly upon the desks, and not even a shred could be found on the floor. As he slowly rose, he gave a quick glance over to Zehyr. Honan was in the Guildmaster's quarters, but now he wasn't sure what he should do next. There were too many witnesses to somehow retrieve what he had came for, unnoticed. And also, he wouldn't put it past Remillia to kill him as an example to Deatania, just because.

Honan cleared his throat. "Mistress Remillia," he began, still unsure of how to address someone like her, "It would seem that I misplaced something here, in this room, yesterday." His words were blunt and to the point as he knew he had no time to waste, and didn't want to run the risk of seeming suspicious by attempting to lie, "Might I have a look around?" he asked as politely as he could, speaking in a manner he seldom spoke to anyone, even his elders.
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Remi simply said, 'Of course it will.' when Zehyr said that the contract will be done. She watched as Dea, whom was reaching into Zehyrs shirt moments earlier became far less 'brave'. She observed the glance that Dea snuck toward Zehyr, then watched as the girl bowed then started to leave.
As Dea left however she opened the door to show Honan. Remi didn't even have to guess as to why the man was there, nor why he would be hesitant to enter her room. He had left a contract in the room, in all honesty she didn't care what was done with the contracts she gave, she's had people leave them, throw them out the window, burn them. It didn't matter to her that he left it, but there was something on the contract that he would need. A code that was to be told to gain access to the target.

She waited for Honan to enter and, watched as he bowed, then listened as he requested permission to look around. Calmly Remi stood and moved off toward one of her bookcases. She pulled out a small book that had the founding story written inside, she had placed the contract inside so she didn't get rid of it on accident. "You wont be needing this." She stated as she put the book back. "I will find another to take this contract. I have a slightly more important contract in mind for you." Calmly she put the contract on the table, then sat back down where she started writing on a blank paper. "I was going to send a messenger to find Leon, but if you would like then you can play fetch and go collect him for me. Once everyone is here I will give you all your new contract."
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Zehyr didn't linger after the guildmaster had moved onto a new subject with Honan. He strode from the room, heading after Dea. They needed to make preparations for this contract. It would be very difficult, and he couldn't allow a lack of coordination to make this contract fail. If they failed, they probably wouldn't even have a chance to return to the fortress. They'd be killed by the guards long before then.

The parade was in two days, and it would take them the better part of a day to reach the city in question. They would have to leave before nightfall. That would give them time the following day to scout out the area and determine the best way for them to handle this contract. Zehyr wasn't entirely familiar with the layout of the city. He'd only had a couple contracts there in past years. At least he knew the way there well enough.

He quickly caught up to Dea and placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, being mindful of that serpent as he did so. "When will you be ready to leave?" he asked her. "We should arrive at the city tomorrow to make preparations." Zehyr needed only a few minutes to get ready. He kept his belongings already packed for longer-than-overnight missions, so all he had to do was grab them and go. He wasn't sure if the same was true for Dea.
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A firm hand on her shoulder pulled Deatania from her thoughts. Having rushed past Master Honan in her desperation for the outdoors and the fresh air it promised, she had forgotten to collaborate with Zephyr. The Angel of Death had his business face on, and he seemed eager to leave for the contract immediately. Deatania’s mouth pulled down to the side slightly to see such obedience in the man; so eager to rush off to his death. Dea wasn’t one to hesitate before a kill, and she was hardly the kind to dwell upon the lives she took. But if a mission was so obviously self-destructive, even the brave little acrobat paused for thought. How could the solemn man before her be so ready to rush into death, when it was clear the concept of death had broken him so?

With Zephyr having set the precedent for professionalism, Dea lifted her chin to face her new partner in crime. “I’ll need some time to prepare. In all honesty I’ve never been on a contract that required more than one night of my time,” Deatania suddenly felt intimidated next to the powerful killer who was obviously well prepared for these more draining assassinations. She didn’t feel the need to reiterate why she hadn’t received more advanced contracts – there was no need to emphasise her inferior rank to his. “I’ll send word to the stables to prepare my horse immediately so I can prepare myself. It shouldn’t take me long to establish my pack, I shouldn’t need too much…” The pair would need speed and efficiency more than anything else, and it would be better to travel light than abundantly prepared.

It had been a few days since she’d ridden Rolei, and Dea felt a sudden excitement to return to her oldest friend. He wasn’t always required on assignments, and it was a real treat for the both of them when the opportunity arose. Of course the pounding, kicking and thudding of victims to a bloody end had its perks. But there was nothing the assassin enjoyed more than a racing, heart-stopping ride with her noble stallion. It was almost a thrilling enough memory to drag her from the trapped feeling of parading off after certain death. Her eyes were sad as she looked up at Zephyr; she didn’t bother masking her emotions anymore concerning the contract, for she knew the broken man would most likely not recognise them. “Shall I ask them to prepare a horse for you also, Master Zephyr…?”
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Zehyr was a bit taken aback by how Dea had addressed him. "Master" Zehyr? That was new, and he didn't like it. He was no "master." He was just a servant, just a well-sharpened tool for the guildmaster to use as she saw fit. "Master" didn't fit that at all.

"Calling me 'Zehyr' will suffice," he corrected, sounding almost uneasy. Being addressed as "Master" Zehyr had made him uncomfortable, it seemed. At least he wasn't going to be lording his superior rank over Dea. He was too professional to do that. His lack of an ego had some benefits to it, at least. But it also meant that he easily let the guildmaster step all over him. It was sad.

In response to her question, he said, "I will need a horse, yes." He didn't like riding horses, but he put up with it in order to travel more quickly than he could on foot. The animals never seemed to like him all that much, anyway. Probably because they could sense death around him. "Will you be ready to leave in an hour?" That should give her plenty of time to pack, and their horses would be ready in that time, as well. It would also give Zehyr the chance to eat something before they left. Not that he was hungry at the moment, but the food here was better than trail rations.
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“In an hour it is, outside the stables,” Deatania knew she could easily pack in that amount of time. Not that she had much to pack; her ‘weapons’ were easily maintained on their own, and she had no trouble sleeping on uncomfortable surfaces. She would only require some basic food and perhaps some gold for the trip. And it went without saying that a first aid pack would almost definitely be a necessity. “I’ll send away for your horse immediately then… Master,” She held his gaze as she bent forward into a bow, watching him intently. Her stare was almost like a playful challenge, and she allowed a small, smirk-like smile to creep onto her face. She knew her behaviour would startle the Angel of Death, and was amused at his reaction. Before she had the chance to push the poor man further, Dea rose once more and turned, her hair fanning out behind her as she steamed off down the stone corridor.
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"More important?" Upon hearing those words, it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from is shoulders. Every tense muscle in his body loosened with a sigh of relief, and his once rapid heart slowed to a steady beat. He then watched as she began to write something down. Though curious, he didn't pry.

"Leon, huh? Wait, 'everyone'?" Rather than question the Guildmaster, Honan simply gave her an affirmative nod and customary bow before turning towards the door. "Looks like I live to see another day," he thought with a grin that formed just as he passed the office threshold.

Leon. Due to their conflicting methods, he and Honan never really worked well together, or at all, really. A feral beast, from the rumors at least, Honan wondered what kind of contract would require him to work with someone such as Leon. The word 'everyone' had not escaped him either. Were there more assassins placed on this mark? Curious. This would be the first time he had ever worked with more than a couple other assassins on one contract. It would be interesting, to say the least.

But first thing's first: He would need to find Leon. He didn't make a habit of remembering the rooms of those he seldom interacted with, though he could recall seeing him wandering to and from a specific section. Figuring he'd check there first, Honan set off.

By now, the stone abode was alive with assassins coming and going, and Honan seemed uninterested in hearing any of the former's stories. For now, at least. This came as a surprise to those who would usually be pressed for details by the purple-haired inquisitor. His mind was zoned out as he instinctively traveled through the halls, oddly avoiding those within despite his absent mind and hastened pace. It wasn't long before he arrived to where he believed Leon to be, and - having thought to have reached his destination - snapped out of his daze. He looked around at the many rooms in the hall before knocking at a random door.

"Leon!" he shouted, giving the door another knock. "The Guildmaster wanted me to-" The door cracked open to allow an angry eye to glare at Honan from within a badly lit room. "Wrong room?" The figure within pointed towards a room further down the hall. "Thanks for t-" The door was slammed shut before he could finish his sentence, much to his annoyance. Honan made a mental note to "return the favor" later on before going to where he was pointed.

With a sigh, he knocked. "... Leon? Open up!" he gave the door a more forceful knock before continuing, "The Guildmaster's got work for yo---us."
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Pulling himself up and through the window to his room Leon performed a little roll down onto his empty floor. Quickly setting himself up on his feet Leon stripped off the jacket and shirt he had been wearing. Walking back over to his dresser Leon removed a second shirt from it, this time the shirt being a bit more assassin-like, a black thin t-shirt that hugged his body just right. Throwing the shirt on his bed Leon tore at the makeshift bandage at his arm to check the bruising and any possible swelling. While the bruise had merely darkened in the center his arm had puffed up somewhat giving him a somewhat strange sense of how his balance should be.

Reaching beneath his bed, Leon found the small chest he kept hidden under there for cases like this. Pulling the chest out Leon sat on the floor beside it and opened the chest; various medical supplies filled the small chest. Removing a bandage wrap and a few herbs Leon removed a small bowl for grinding up herbs. Placing a small piece of the herb in the bowl Leon began to pound and grind away at the medicinal plant until it was a thin paste. Taking two fingers Leon scooped up some of the paste and began rubbing it into his arm, he continued the process until the paste was gone and his arm was tingling from the sensation the herb gave off. Taking the wrap Leon made a much better cover for his injury now than he could with the sparse amount of cloth he had from his t-shirt.

Taking his decimated t-shirt Leon cleaned out the bowl of any residue that might still be left before placing the bowl back in the chest and the chest safely beneath his bed. Taking the now useless t-shirt Leon threw it into a trash receptacle where he would burn the thing later. Returning his attention to his clothes Leon threw on the simple shirt and jacket back on before heading over to his private bathroom. Glancing in the mirror he had Leon gave himself a once over for any more injuries that might have escaped him, the only injury he managed to find was the small lump on his head but that wouldn’t affect anything in the long run.

Taking one last look into the mirror a loud bang erupted from Leon’s doorway. Following the knock was a shout asking about his being in the room or not. Without even waiting for a response the person knocked yet again only this time much louder, almost as if the person were punching his door instead of just knocking. Making his way to the door quietly Leon waited until the voice had told him the most important part; the guild master had work for him to do. Unlocking the door Leon slid the door silently past him and saw a member he was all too familiar with. Honan, the sneaky prankster, so the next contract Leon would be taking was with someone that prided themselves on lock picking and acting more like a thief than an assassin. Leon couldn’t really judge though since he acted more like an animal when killing than an assassin. Resting his shoulder on the doorway Leon gave Honan a once over looking for any signs that he might be lying and he was just seeing if anyone was in the room so that he might be able to practice his lock picking on another persons door.

Finding nothing Leon relaxed a bit more before asking, “So is it just you and me on this contract? Or do we have another member joining us?” Glancing over his shoulder Leon figured he was pretty much ready to go with the exception of wanting a snack to eat. Lightly pushing Honan back into the hallway Leon followed after him locking his door behind him. Turning to face the man Leon simply shrugged and said, “Actually it might be best if I hear it from the horse’s mouth.” With that simple statement Leon began walking a slow pace toward the guild master’s study.
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Fala was returning. She had only desired some time to rest, to meditate, to be at peace. But she knew she should return. Honestly the only reason why she would stay was because it was better then walking through the streets alone, having to fight or steal for food - and food that wasn't even good. But in the Order, they gave her delicious food and a comfy room with a nice bed to sleep upon. She was wary about the members there, but she could deal with it.
Fala dragged her bat through patches of flowers, causing them to be mushed and torn. She had never liked flowers, but anyways- it was coming up ahead, the Assasin's Guild. She wondered if someone was searching for her, or if anyone cared. The newbie had no idea of the Order's laws, that none may leave. She did not know the penalty of death that might await her. She was mainly worried about what her teacher would think, she wondered if he would scold her or give her extra work. Frowning, she entered the walls of the Guild and looked up at the large building that stood before her.
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Teishi continued down the many stairs between the living quarters and the closest training room, his concerns for Fala's safety having returned rather quickly. He couldn't for the life of him stop worrying about what had happened and whether she'd be back before they realised she was gone. What if they tried to kill her..? The old Master rubbed his temples once more, grumbling as he walked on. "She'd better come back." he thought aloud, completely certain that no one was close enough to hear him. "Else I'll go and find her myself..." Little did he know that his concerns were no longer neccesary. As Tei reached the level he desired, he paused momentarily to take a deep breath.

The air within the building was rather stale as of late... Well, more stale than usual anyway. Maybe a breath of fresh air will help me clear my head.... he sighed, dawdling slowly down the hall towards the floor's balcony. It was a simple thing, merely a large stone jutting out of the building surrounded by a low wall that really wouldn't be suitable for anyone of a clumsy nature. Teishi stepped up onto the stone wall without hesitation - a master in balance as any Devil should've been - before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Clean oxygen filled his lungs with a rather satisfactory feeling. With the succeeding exhale, left the majority of the negative thoughts that plagued his mind.

However, when the old man opened his eyes, those thoughts were completely replaced by new ones. Mixed thoughts of frustration, relief, anger and fear. Down below, just entering the courtyard was his "disappeared" apprentice. The old geezer's blood began to boil, his fists clenched up at his sides. "That little brat!" he growled, spit flying unintentionally from his lips. Without a second thought, the Master leapt off of the balcony's edge. As he made his descent, he arched all his limbs backward and tensed his muscles tighly. A few seconds before impact, the old man threw his arms and legs forward, his fists and the balls of his feet slamming right against the stone pavement. After the initial *bang* sound, all went silent.

Neither he nor the ground gave any inch, thanks to decades of training, and no damage was done. Teishi was as still as a statue for a moment, his head pointed downwards as he half-kneeled in his crouched over position. Suddenly, the Devil threw his head up, angry eyes burning a hole right through Fala.

"Where have you been..?" he spoke sternly, before slowly raising himself to his feet.

((As a reference, and just in case anyone was geniunely confused by Teishi's little stunt, I thought I'd show you what I meant to describe. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJrlJyIpH_g&feature=related - If you watch between 2:40 and 3:00 of that video, you'll see what I failed to describe.))
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It was the first time Fala felt true fear. She trembled, eyes wide in shock at how she had been treated. The bat in her hand fell to the ground. The apprentice gulped and tried not to shed a tear as his eyes bore into her intensely. "I... I wasn't gone very long..." Fala managed to say. She once again managed the courage to speak. "I wanted some time to meditate and be peaceful. I didn't think you would be so angry." A tear fell down Fala's face and she quickly brushed it away. Sniffing, she stared to face her master.

"Please forgive me." Fala bowed, still trembling a bit.
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Teishi didn't give an inch when his apprentice tried to justify herself. Whether she liked it or not, regardless of whether she knew it, she was in the wrong. Walking up to her, he reached down and picked up the bat she'd dropped, holding it out so that she would take it up once more. "Pull yourself together, Fala." he frowned, not missing that one tear fell from her face. "We are Assassins, and Assassins do not cry, least of all for a thing such as a scolding." The old man stood there for a minute, unsure of whether he should continue. He'd scared her, that was sure enough, but did she understand why she was being scolded? The justification she'd given him gave the impression that she did.

"Do you know why I'm angry at you? Why I've been worried sick about you for the past few hours?" His words began to soften as they were dealt, but he still maintained a tone of seriousness so that it didn't sound like he was babying her. "First off, I'm angry because you left and didn't tell me in person. What if I hadn't gone looking in your room to see if you'd been studying like I'd asked you to do?" The frustrated tone returned for a moment, but it disappeared before the next sentence. "I was worried sick about you Fala. Concerned for your safety. Do you have any idea how serious this is? You left the Order without the permission or contract required to do so..." He let the words sink in for a minute before continuing with his point.

"The Guildmaster's Rules forbid not just you, but everyone from doing such things. If she'd found out you were gone, Zehyr would've been sent after you. And I can promise you, the mission would not be one of retrieval." He didn't need to tell her what he meant by that. She would surely have the message now. "Don't you ever run off like that again. If you need meditation, there are a million and one places to choose from here. Understand?"

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Fala looked blankly as her master picked up her bat. She hesitated for a moment, then took it in her hand. She was silent as she listened to Teishi, shifting her hands nervously on the handle of the bat. After he had finished talking, she replied.
"I did not completely understand. But now I know the trouble I have caused. I am sorry." Fala said, but this time without even a single hint of shake in her voice. She was embarrassed in truth, for showing herself so afraid. She almost wanted to move her eyes away from him, but she knew it would prove again how weak and afraid she was. Her throat was still sore however, and deep inside she was lost.
"I won't let you down this time."
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"No" the simple word held the emotions he had kept pent up for almost to decades and despite his best efforts his voice cracked. There were many times in his life when he just felt like crying but his hard demeanor had kept him from it. The one tear should have been enough but it was not he just wanted to fall to he ground and sob but he knew if he did Yin would not respect him. So instead he steeled himself and hardened his voice. "You may go to the dining hall if you so wish but I have matters to attend to with the Guildmaster. If you are not hungry then you will come with me to her office. Do you understand me?" He did not mean to sound harsh but that was the only way he knew how to keep his emotions in check.
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Yin felt ashamed. It had been too much of her to ask, she knew that. Her eyes downcast, her mind tore at her, berating herself for having asked. What had she expected? Some long drawn out tale of his fight? His story of valor? The simple word Thane uttered held more description and anguish than any other words he could have used.

She saw him then, in her mind, at the pinnacle of all his achievement, the smoke blowing into his face, his entire destiny self-destructing before him. For a moment she wondered what it must have been like: the blurred vision, and then the quiet fade from reality, his last sites comprised of blurry distortions wrought by mistake.

She didn't know why she had to have asked. She just did. She didn't know why she thought about it, put so much effort into knowing.

"I'm not hungry." Trying to steady her own voice, she made the words as soft as she could. She tried imbuing them with as much consideration and understanding and condolence and regret as she possibly could. She hoped it meant something.

The old book looked more tortured than she had ever seen him, and she tried to push the thoughts of his failure, her failure, out of her head as she accompanied him to the Guildmaster's office.

After all, today was supposed to be one of triumph, one of joy. Quietly, that part of her mind which had been scolding her softened into a gentle, but powerful, resolve.
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"Only make a promise if you are completely positive you can keep it, Young One." Teishi instructed, holding up a hand to accept her apology. "Enough of this, we need to get back to your training. You have a very long way to go, but when you're through you'll be a strong, wise, young Assassin - as contradictory as that statement sounds." The formings of a grin almost took to his face, but he knew better than that. In the beginning, it was always best to establish the Mentor role as a disciplined one. If there was a good connection between Master and Student, a bond of camaraderie would usually build up.

But in this case, it seemed that it was going to take a lot of work to even think of getting to that stage. "To the training ground with you, Fala. It's time we sparred, I think." The intention was not to hurt his Student of course, but to seek out the level of skill she possessed, and the way she fought. Only then would Teishi truly be able to figure out the best way of training the girl. The bat she carried around was a rather unorthodox weapon of choice, but then again, when the Mentor first started out with Deatania, by the end of their first sparring match he had more claw marks and bruises than he could count.

Who knew? Maybe Fala would surprise him too... Maybe

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Honan couldn't help but chuckle at Leon referring to the Guildmaster as a "horse", even though he was aware of the expression. Had she heard it spoken, he would surely be dead by now. That aside, he was a bit bothered by the look he received from Leon just moments prior. He had seen that look before, it was the look of someone who didn't trust him. Justified as it was, Honan felt a bit offended, though he didn't show it.

Leon had begun to head off towards the Guildmaster's office, and Honan followed hesitantly. After a couple of quick steps, he slowed his pace, removed one of the pins from his lock pick kit, and dragged its sharp edge along one of the wooden doors in the hallway as he passed it. It was the room of the assassin who had slammed the door in his face earlier. That was something Honan wouldn't let slide, and a mere mental note would not suffice - not with all that has been on his mind as of late.

Though neither of the two were in a hurry to meet Remillia, their casual pace saw them at the office in a matter of minutes. Their trip was uneventful, with hardly a word spoken between the two. In fact, it was as if they were mere strangers traveling in the same direction, rather than two Slayers about to complete a contract together.

The door was open, and in they went.
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Fala felt a mixture of excitement, determination, and fright. She knew she was strong, stronger then most people because of how she lived. Without a family, without a home, she had been within the streets for some time. The only way of survival was stealing, and there was the occasional person looking for trouble. She obviously couldn't stop it when she was taken to the Order, though. Thankfully it was for the better.
Fala gazed at Teishi and nodded. She wanted to fight, or at least try. But she also knew how experienced Teishi might have been. Had she known before time she might have practiced more. But how? It didn't matter now, no reason to think of such things. This would be a test of what she can do, and then probably what she can improve on after.
Despite the thoughts in her head, again she was a blank and innocent figure as she said, "Where to?"
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Teishi stared blankly at his Apprentice for that moment, wondering if she'd actually listened to the whole statement rather than just "It's time we sparred, I think." "Where, you ask? Were you not listening Fala?" He sighed. "I told you already, the training grounds. I am aware that we have about ten of them in this Fortress, and I would very much like it if you would move yourself to the one closest to our current position." He instructed once more, a rather slight tone of frustration still gripping to his voice.

"If you're going to survive here, survive anywhere; you need to learn not to get ahead of yourself. Rushing in at the first chance for battle is foolish and reckless, and in a fight with an opponent you know nothing about, it would also be something that is very likely to get you killed." The Mentor's words could not have been more true. His first contract had been his lesson in that department. Suddenly, Tei was struck with an idea. "Fala, before we go, I want to tell you a little story." His expression stayed blank as he began.

"See this bolt in my head?" He lifted up a hand, pointing at the the head of the object lodged in his skull, before grabbing it and twisting it round slowly. The bolt clicked as it turned, a rather disturbing sound to hear for anyone who had never heard it before. "You want to know how I got this..?" His expression stayed solid and empty, much like Zehyr's at the best of times. "It was during my first contract. I rushed in, expecting to get my mark straight away without complication. The moment I'd walked into his house, I'd become his prisoner - a plaything for his crazed science."

"Unfortunately for me..." The hand that turned the bolt stopped, pulling back slowly, before Teishi slammed it right into the object, making a large clanging sound. "I survived, and am now reminded daily of my mistake. That eager attitude I once harboured became my downfall in the end. And now, decades later, I see that same eagerness in you. Your eyes are on the prize and you think that nothing is going to stand in your way. Well, let me tell you now, that this is not the case. Not even close." Finally, his features formed a frown. "If you keep up this attitude of yours, this bloodlust, you will almost certainly end up like this." The Master flicked his finger against the bolt a final time.

*ting*

"Or worse. Understand?"

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"I'm sorry, I didn't fully hear you." Fala said. "Why can't I notice these simple things? How am I going to be able to get my first contract like this?" she thought to herself. The reason why she had resolved to start trying harder as an apprentice was because she was afraid, the way he would stare intensely at her almost disturbed her although someone else might not have been so scared of such a thing. Another reason was that she wanted to kill, she wanted to be called an 'assassin'.

And then Teishi spoke about the bolt in his head, one reason she would think of all people here as freaks in some way or another. Even though many weren't like this, they all had something that made them unique, different. She squinted for a second when it clicked. Then he spoke about rushing in, exactly what Fala wanted to do. She blinked at that moment, at how he had said such a thing right after she thought of wanting a contract. Maybe I am rushing in a bit. Fala thought, but she shook it off and continued to listen. As he spoke she become a bit more nervous. It was true what he was saying. She wanted to kill, but would she end up like with an object sticking out of her as a punishment for rushing?

"Yes, I understand." Fala blinked. "I think the training grounds are this way." She wanted to change the subject, and her voice was carefully made to sound blank. She had trained herself to do that in the passed for certain circumstances, and she wouldn't allow him to see her feelings. She hated being read like a book. She turned away and began walking to where the closest training grounds were that she knew of. She clutched the bat in her hand a little more tightly then she should have, but it was hidden amongst the folds of the dress as she made her way to a more forest-like looking area.

"This is a training ground, right? I still don't know everything that there is here, but I'm sure I've seen a master training an apprentice here before." Fala said. The place was very ideal. It was a large open area surrounded with trees. A few logs lay across the ground, an interesting obstacle for someone with slippery feet. She stared at Teishi. I will fight.
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