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Post by Alara on Feb 10, 2009 16:59:18 GMT -5
The bar was in its usual state this night, shady characters from all over Celesta entering and leaving, some headed to rooms, guarded by darkly clothed figures with long swords and grim faces, where they would inevitably end up, depending on their situation, dead or paid. In the midst of all the coming and going, some had actually settled and were drinking quietly and whispering amongst themselves. Of course there wasn’t a single conversation in this place that went without notice by someone not invited. This was, after all the place where anyone could find any information they needed about who ever it was in Celesta they wished to gain that information on. It was the meeting place for many Thieves and shipmates planning mutiny. It was the place where people came who needed information as well of course assassins themselves.
One such individual, a darkly clad assassin with dark locks and a set of emerald eyes that shown brilliantly between her long dark lashes, her beauty as deadly as all the blades and poisons she no doubt carried on her person, the other, dressed much the same, though male and he didn’t look pleased with the way the conversation was heading.
“You shouldn’t have taken the task Jordan.” Her soft voice was telling him, though the softness in that voice carried with it the undeniable truth that she was most displeased and perhaps a bit sad. “Did you think that you would actually be so able to assassinate the King himself? Did you honestly think that the guild would stand behind your decision on the matter? Why did you not consult us first?” She near growled this time, her anger at this man quite evident.
“If you and this guild would simply grow a backbone I wouldn’t be in this situation Alara.” The man spat, his dark orbs catching site of her emerald ones. “The King, the Queen, what matter, the pay was great and if I had succeeded, so would have been the reward to the guild.” He continued.
The woman shook her head once more almost sadly. “And you should not speak of the guild in this manner, especially in its own home. You were once a proud member here and you know this place allowed you refuge when it did not have to and this is how you repay us?” Alara returned, her voice steady still, her eyes never leaving the man across from her. “Who was it that paid you Jordan, tell me and I might spare you from death.” She then stated simply enough. “The Guild masters and I have come to the conclusion that a simple banishment would suffice if only you would tell us who.” She urged the man. “The Kings spies agree to allow it if you would only speak.” She finished.
Jordan shook his head. “No Alara, of this I will not speak, and if it is death that I face to protect the party, then it is death I will have, though…” He hesitated, his eyes moving about the room, knowing all the exits, but as well, knowing he wouldn’t make it out alive, even the beauty he sat with now, was enough to take him down alone. Once a price had been set and she was to be his bringer then he was satisfied, her hand would be swift, and this he already knew. “I ask that you make it swift.” He finished
“Oh, don’t be a martyr Jordan.” Alara snarled at him. “Who wants the Kings’ death? This is the last time I ask.” She told him rather pointedly.
At those words Jordan jumped up, pushing his chair backwards and swung around with a deadly strike to Alara, though, as quick a he was, it was not quick enough, the moment he had moved, she had already killed him, he had just not realized it yet, not until the intense pain began rushing through his body forcing his blade from his hand and clanked to the floor beneath him in mid strike.
Alara stood from her seat, not paying attention to the rousing of the voices about them, as it would soon die down, they were used to this kind of thing around here after all, as the man fell to the floor, now curled up in what would be the fetal position, unable to move. “Yes Jordan, Rosary pea.” She told him in a saddened voice as she took the small dart from his skin with a gloved hand and placed it into a small pouch, stood up and turned from the dying body and walked away, her padded feet making no sound as she moved through the crowd and made her way outside the tavern. “Take it away, do what you wish, but his head goes to the King.” She said and then disappeared through the door.
Jordan’s last memory would be of the dark angel walking away from him and in his dying breath the words, “I love you.” Were lost and never heard.
Alara stepped into the night air and swung around giving a nearby barrel a round house kick that shattered it to bits, sending not only splintering wood but allowing the cool water it had held within it to spill out onto the hard ground, soaking it and turning it to mud. They had paid her to do it, gave her the job to prove her obedience to the guild, and she had done her duty. Of course, had he truly been a friend, he would not have put me in this situation in the first place. she told herself, but somehow, it didn’t make what she had done any easier to live with.
After a while, she turned and went back inside. The body of Jordan had been removed and the mess cleaned up. Alara took a place at a nearby table and was brought a tankard of ale immediately. Then, without waiting another and another, each was consumed with aggression and this was perhaps the way the rest of the night might go until she passed out or would it?
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Post by Stacey on Feb 16, 2009 21:25:02 GMT -5
A young female figure sat in the corner, accompanied by a male that looked to be about in his twenties. The female`s eyes were dark grey and her mouth was set in a thin line of obvious displeasure. The male was clothed in all black, had his arms crossed, and a smug expression. The female had a bright red top and dark blue pants on, both were loose for almost obvious reasons.
The female rolled a gold coin between two fingers, knowing the man`s eyes were intent on it. "You know what I want." Stacey whispered as the man cleared his throat.
The man suddenly leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, his light eyes furious. "I know what I was ordered, but you must understand that the information you required was not an easy thing to get."
Stacey, too, leaned forward so that her face was only a few inches from the man`s. "Then you should know that I was not the one to order you, even though you must listen to me." She hissed. Despite the fact that she was about ten years younger than the man, she had a higher position. Part of the reason she insisted being in the corner was because she was spying on the Crown, and no one knew it. Not a single living sole except the namless man and another companion knew that she was the only daughter on an assassin and a theif.
The man grunted, but didn`t move an inch away. "Unfortunatly I know that if I don`t obey you I will die, so I will go back-" His sentece was cut off when someone from a neighboring table jumped up and yelled something. Stacey looked around to see a dead man lying on the floor.
She mumbled something under ehr breath and carefully stood up. She saw the other woman leave and noticed a minute later when she ruturned. "Excuse me." A man said as he removed the body. Stacey tunred back to the table and sat down again.
"If you want to leave you position, don`t let me stop you, but don`t underestimate the power of out forces." She reminded, her eyes suddenly a soft blue.
The man responded by standing up and flipping a bronze coin onto the table. "If you need me, you know where to find me." Then the man disappeared.
Moments later, Stacey found her eyes on the returned woman. Had she imagined it, or had that woman said somthing about the Crown?
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Post by Alara on Feb 18, 2009 15:50:19 GMT -5
Alara downed her third tankard of ale and was swiftly brought another by the woman walking about the room. It was as though the waitress was keeping one tankard on her tray just for this reason alone; and she just might have been. The place she worked in was not a place where it would be wise to keep an angry or otherwise aggressive patron waiting for any reason whatsoever.
The darkly clad assassin felt the eye on her and in one fluid motion she swiftly turned and laid her drunken gaze on the girl in return, not bothering to hide the fact that she had felt her gaze and taking only a scant second to find the eyes that had settled on her back.
Even in this state, the assassin was a formidable opponent to most any single person in the bar and most knew it. This perhaps being one more reason the tankards kept flowing to her hand almost as fast as they had been consumed.
Alara didn’t say anything to the girl, but she did lay her emerald gaze back on her, those darkly lined orbs seemingly to burn in the younger girls direction. Though at the same time, if one bothered to look close enough, she was not angry with the girl for watching her, she was just simply angry in general.
Alara has turned her chair around just enough so that she could settle her long legs up on the table and lean back, balancing her chair neatly on its two hind poles and crossed one foot over the other and continued to stare at the one staring as the tankard found its way to her lips and this time, she sipped at it quietly, almost contemplatively.
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Post by Stacey on Mar 1, 2009 0:34:10 GMT -5
Stacey lifted her head slightly, keeping the woman`s eye. Her own eyes flickered a darker shade for a moment, but nothing else gave away the fact that all of her instinct went against the figure starign back at her. She wasn`t one to look away, and so she didn`t.
She sensed people moving around her, but she didn`t bother to look at them. She would know if they tried anything they shouldn`t. Even though she was considerably younger and smaller than anyone else in the building, she could match their strenght and skill. Being raised from the time she was able to move around easily probably helped.
Her parents had made sure she was well respected in their business, of course no one in Celesta knew who her parents were, that would be very, very bad if they did.
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Post by Alara on Mar 1, 2009 20:38:07 GMT -5
Alara was in a mind to have a staring contest with this girl, if tat was what she wanted, as she was not the one who’d started it in the first place, she would continue to sit and watch the girl. Her mind moved further into thinking about the girl though, wondering what business she had in this place, as only those who had business would be here. Of course, she could always find out tomorrow, as nothing discussed in this place was ever private.
The Assassin, took a few more sips from her drink, her emerald orbs continuing their search of the others mannerisms and even noted the darkening of her orbs when the girl had repositioned herself for the staring contest at hand.
She got a very good look at the girl, and though she knew she wouldn’t remember her come morning, her brain function in that area was already effected by the alcohol she had consumed so quickly, but then, knowing this meant that Alara wasn’t quite so drunk as others might perceive.
The tankard moved up again, and then again as the two continued to admire one another, or that was the way Alara was looking at it, an amusing child’s game of who blinks first. She still didn’t feel so inclined as to grace the other with words, as she felt it would be the other’s priority to do so, seeing as though, she had started it in the first place.
Alara wasn’t worried about angering the girl, she’d take her down with one hand and then give her a swift spanking with the other, if need be as she was certain the kid knew how to fight, and was more than likely very good at it seeing as though she was in this place at all. She also knew, that she couldn’t be more than 18 at most, and that was pushing the age on this one.
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Post by Stacey on Mar 3, 2009 19:43:49 GMT -5
Stacey raised one of her eyesbrows slightly as the woman continued to stare. The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly in the tiniest of smiles. She suddenly got the feeling a child would get when they were foot race; she had the feeling that she suddenly had to win. She knew that it was stupid, but she had had a coupledrinks in her.
Her eyes lightened slightly at the thoughts of a childhood she never had. She tilted her head slightly to the side. It was obvious that she was an assassin, almost everyone in this bar was, or they worked for one. After a few short minutes, and not blinking, Stacey carefully stood up and made her way to the woman. When she was a couple feet away, she extended her hand.
"Hello, I`m Stacey Black." She greeted.
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Post by Alara on Mar 3, 2009 19:54:53 GMT -5
Alara offered the girl a small smile in return, she had wondered and wondered when it would be that the girl would come and introduce herself. Either way though, Alara was indeed at least amused for the time being at their little game of the staring contest. Sometimes it was good for ones soul to take up the mannerisms of the childhood they once led and Alara found that this just might have been needed, after the nights happening.
When the girl rose form her seat and made her way over, Alara was neither disappointed or thrilled, their game had been fun, in its own silly way. She did however take the young girls hand in her own and greet her. “Hello Stacey, a pleasure to meet you, names Alara.” She stated and then, her small smile still holding its own. “Have a seat?” She offered the younger girl as she let her feet down from the table and righted her chair.
Alara was drunk enough by this point that she would probably remember the girls face by morning, but not much else, or at least, not unless she ran into her again and had a conversation.
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Post by Stacey on Mar 3, 2009 20:11:37 GMT -5
Stacey raised her head slightly and took the offered seat. Her eyes flickered green for the shortest of moments. She set her drink down, having carried it from the other table and quickly examined Alara. She figured that she had been underestimated once again because the woman didn`t look that drunk; most assassins kept to themselves and their thread of buisiness.
Stacey`s family had always lived in the shadow of the royal family, always taking care of them as if they were the most important things in the world. Of course their good pay had probably helped the issue a little more, the Crown didn`t exactly know why they were so well taken care of.
Perhaps this woman could assist Stacey, hopefully getting some information.
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Post by Alara on Mar 3, 2009 20:24:24 GMT -5
Alara grinned at the girl, no she had not underestimated this one, she was indeed quite agile in her movements, but perhaps a little overconfident too. Though that was always to be expected of the younger ones, even Alara herself had to admit that there had been a time when she herself would think that she could take on who ever crossed her path, though she had learned the hard way that no, once you thought in this manner you were likely going to run into the one who would take you down a notch or two in a fight, and then you’d be left thinking your worth all over again.
The darkly clad assassin now turned her body in her seat so that she was fully facing the youth, her emerald eyes watching, studying, as they always did, something of a trait she was certain the other knew well enough, even at her young age. As feeling out the people around ones self was perhaps of the first things taught any assassin or thief.
“What brings you to my humble abode?” She just came out and asked. She never was one for beating around the bush in these matters, especially when it was she who had been tagged as the target of questions by another, and questions, she knew that perhaps this one had.
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Post by Stacey on Mar 3, 2009 20:34:30 GMT -5
Stacey lifted her drink again and jerked her head towards the door. "To have a drink with a friend, of course." She lied smoothly. She figured the previous encounter with her lowerclass worker had seemed intimate enough to seem like a friendly exchange, even though no one in this bar would be there just for a drink.
"Of course, I`m rather new to the area, my friend was showing me around." She added. Her eyes were ever so slowly growing jade green, the exact color of healthy grass in the beginning of spring.
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Post by Alara on Mar 3, 2009 20:52:38 GMT -5
Alara grinned at the girl and then shook her head slightly at the lie she had received as no one would simply be in an assassin’s guild without reason, and especially not to have just a friendly drink either, but that was ok, Alara had no reason to push matter right at this point, she would allow the lie to lie where it was stated, for now, though she did chalk it up in her mind as the first out of this one’s mouth, how many more lies this one told, was to be seen and Alara hoped that there wouldn’t be many more.
“Of course.” Alara replied in a almost darkened manner, though with a slight smile on her lips nonetheless as she took a long draw from her tankard and finished it, holding a hand up to tell the waitress she would not be drinking anymore. That little lie just might be more than it seemed and this assassin was not stupid by any means.
“So then, how do you like our little set up?” She asked then, turning her gaze around the darkened room, taking turn to make eye contact with all who noticed her looking until she came around to gaze at the girl across from her.
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Post by Stacey on Mar 3, 2009 21:02:58 GMT -5
Stacey smiled and took a small sip of ehr own drink. "This is a very nice town. There are a lot of things to do, people to meet..." Her voice trailed off almsot absentmindedly.
She wondered just how much this opposite assassin could see through her. Surely she had heard the lie, but it was the possibility of imagination that was more worrisom.
She didn`t say anything else, worried slightly about what her words would translate to for an unfamiliar opponet.
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Post by Alara on Mar 3, 2009 21:16:51 GMT -5
Avoidance, another trait Alara knew all too well, this one was hiding something, and it was nothing that would be small, but alas, it was not her business to pry as she was not a spy, but an assassin, they hired people to do those type of things and more often than not, worked closely with the Kings spy network as well, as he had perhaps the largest and most well informed of people in his home, mix that with the eyes and ears from the Assassins guild and here was perhaps the most seedy but informational network quite possibly on the planet. If this girl needed information, all she need do was come out and ask it, of course, that wasn’t always as easily done as it was said. Alara was certain she would gain what she needed in her own round about way.
“Yes indeed, this city is, after all, the largest and most powerful in the world as we know it. As it is the seat of the largest Kingdom known. “ She winked at the girl as she leaned back in her chair slightly and awaited any further information this girl might wish to obtain from this meeting. Alara would give her a few snippets of what she wanted, she was certain, but without knowing what the girl was truly after, she could only peak in riddles that the other one would have to ultimately put together.
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Post by Stacey on Mar 11, 2009 20:19:19 GMT -5
Stacey sighed and leaned forward so her elbows rested on the table. Her eyes were a piercing green as she spoke. "Do you, or do you not work for the crown?" She asked in a hushed tone. Her voice was extremely soft, barely loud enough to hear above the other hushed chatter.
Her question was extremely direct, but that was the way things had to be, or so it appeared to Stacey. The silver rings that marked her right hand glittered as she rolled her knuckles, a habit she had. Her eyes were direct and sincere, a sign of obvious interest. She was rather hoping that her question would be taken well, and hoped that if it didn`t things would go well.
With a soft sigh, she removed one of the rings. She held it so that Alara would be able to see the inside of the ring. Engraved in the metal was the royal symbol.
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Post by Alara on Mar 11, 2009 20:59:13 GMT -5
Alara watched as the other removed her ring to show it to the Assassin. Her eyes noticed the mark of royalty on it, but to her, it honestly meant little to nothing, anyone could gain access to a ring such as that, especially anyone who would be seen hanging out in this part of town. As for the girls question, there was a fine line there that would have to be followed in the assassins answer as truly, the guild did work with, but not for the crown, they worked fro the highest bidder and sometimes, it was the crown, though they would never go against the crown, that was forbidden and what had ultimately lead to the earlier incident with Alara’s now dead friend.
The assassin sat up in her chair and then leaned forward just as the other had and she smiled. “Don’t bother whispering, they can still hear you.” She mentioned, her onyx orbs not moving from the others. “They have means.” The assassin grinned but that’s all she would allow the other to know about the place.
“As far as working FOR the crown, no we do not work for the crown, with them, certainly that isn’t a secret, everyone knows the guild works with the crown and never against it.” She told the other as she sat back on her chair again, though this time she closed and then opened her hand. When her hand opened a small round dark orb appeared, the size of a gold coin, but round instead of flat and she began twirling it about her fingers with great dexterity and no attention paid to it thereafter as is wound about her fingers and she looked across the table at the girl.
“What is it you need?” She then asked outright. Alara was tiring of playing games, if this girl truly wanted something she had best ask it before she lost her chance.
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