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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:22 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...Annis knew she couldn't exactly say her real reason for not giving up the Tervingi Crest. Castello had been important to her once, and he had given her this Crest as a parting gift; it seemed almost wrong to give it up to this creepy old b*****d as a result. Plus, it was kinda pretty. She would be lying if she didn't sometimes hear faint sounds from that thing, mostly when she was particularly pissed, but the deep red color never so much as stirred. It couldn't cause her to do something she was psychologically incapable of doing, it seemed.
He was talking still, lecturing her on how unreasonable her plan was. Maybe in all honesty it was, but it was the only thing she'd been able to think of at the time. Annis moved to fold her arms under her chest, but her bound hands kind of prevented that. Instead, she sighed and used both hands to brush her hair from her face, still watching Rogvald. She didn't trust him; it would likely be a bad idea to not keep an eye on him.
"If you are interested in being reasonable, then I would have you know that you are able to come and see the crest here in the castle whenever you feel like it." He was continuing now, and Annis vaguely entertained this idea--if she could make certain it was only stored here and not actually used or something...
"Unless..."
Annis startled to attention. She couldn't help but notice that even he used 'torn apart' in reference to searching her home. Yeah, that's right, you wrinkled old prune, it took me hours to get things put back together and in their right places, you broke two of my goddamn wine glasses too, you moron.
He approached her, and Annis responded by taking a step back, feeling her shoulder and folded wings knock against the back of one of the soldiers that had escorted her here. Reveal the Crest and hand it over, or... "Otherwise... I believe I will have to conduct a search... for myself. For the sake of upholding the law, of course."
Annis snarled, not feeling particularly kind now. "Yeah, and for holding something else up, maybe, you dirty old man!" She halted halfway through moving her foot to kick him, then slowly and quietly placed it back on the ground. Probably not a good idea to get the possible threat--especially when surrounded by guards and with bound hands--even angrier.
"You know what? Fine. Fine, you can have the goddamn--not worth you getting your greasy little paws--fine. Have it." Annis violently jerked her arms free of the soldiers' hands, or at least tried to, muttering something about how she 'didn't need to be treated like a common criminal' before eying Rogvald warily. She took another step away from him, just to be safe.
"It's... uh, around my neck. In my shirt. Hold... hold on." She reached awkwardly into the neck of her shirt, fumbling awkwardly for a minute before finally producing the thin black cord upon which a red gem hung, surrounded by black.
Annis held it out for him to take, her gaze hard, eyes narrowed. "Here."  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←←
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:12 pm
Lend me your ear!
...Heed my words. ℜogvald
xxxxxThe old man obtained enlarged peepers as the crest- which he enthusiastically watched be taken out- was handed out to him. His shaking fingers reached out slowly for it and then suddenly snatched right out of the girl's hand. it was pulled close and Rogvald turned his body away to examine it. He had not make sure it was not a fraud. "Ah, yes... yes, this is it. Good, good."
xxxxx"...Sir?"
xxxxxRogvald jerked his head around and stared with mere slits at the three behind him. "Yes, yes... very good. Thank you. Take her out of my sight." He shooed them with a wave of his hand. They may as well have not even existed anymore, to him. Though odd the advisor acted, the guards complied and the two of them led the raven out of the castle, where she was to be released and set on her way.
xxxxxA few chuckles floated aimlessly from around Rogvald's vicinity, before he carefully placed the crest with the other legendary weapons. With that one, there were only two left that were needed to retrieve. Rogvald glanced to the last guard in the throne room. "What information do you have on the remaining two?"
xxxxx"None, sir. We know that the sash is with Lady Ninian, Sir Nils' sister, but none know of where she has gone. She has not been seen since the spring. As for the nature tome, it has been missing since... Rath took over."
xxxxxRogvald's eye twitched furiously. "Of course it has." Once more, that nomad had gotten in the advisor's way. That man had many secrets. But at least it was known who had sash. "Investigate the whereabouts of this 'Lady Ninian'. Check her house, then the city, and if you still cannot find her, report back to me. Go now!"
xxxxxThe guard bowed and then left the throne room. Rogvald paced around, thinking, contemplating.. scheming. He wondered what the guild members were doing. He was not expecting silence from them. They had to be doing something. In the middle of his pondering, Rogvald stopped, faced the weapons and fell silent.
xxxxxHe was alone.
I advise you to listen. Not doing so could prove... deadly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:16 pm
The adviser was alone and had his guard down. This was the moment Volke had been waiting for. The assassin quietly came out of the shadows, moving swiftly as he could without making a noise. As he approached Rogvald from behind, Volke unsheathed his weapon, Peshkatz, silently.
The enigma began moving slower as he drew nearer to the old geezer. Volke was mere feet away from Rogvald before he stopped completely. The advisor had not yet suspected anything, apparently, but there was no room for mistakes here. It was hard enough getting into the castle undetected. If he failed now, it'd be all over for him. Not only that, but Volke wouldn't be getting his money. And boy, does Volke love his money.
The professional killer moved with even more care than before. The Advisor was within range of getting knifed. Raising the weapon into position, Volke mentally prepared himself for many possible out comes. There was no knowing what Rogvald was capable of.
The Peshkatz was in Volke's right hand, with the blade pointed downwards, towards Rogvald's neck at a 45 degree angle. The assassin moved faster than light. He had put his left hand under the advisor's left armpit and pushed him upwards while simultaneously bringing the blood-hungry knife downwards into the advisor's jugular.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:50 pm
 "Ah, ah, ah. It's only polite to introduce yourself to someone before the penetration." Volke would find himself just a bit hindered from slashing the Advisor's throat, now, by the simple advent of a blade directly in the way, catching the Assassin's dagger on its length. A lone man stood to the side, facing Volke, left hand outstretched to block the man's dagger from moving. His clothing was a bit strange; obviously, he wasn't a Learanian native, nor was he a normal person. If one was to place him, his role seemed to be somewhat similar to Volke's. His free hand pushed back white hair from his eyes, then slipped down under the coat to retrieve another knife. "How about we start over, hm? Let's see if you know your manners. But this time, you may introduce yourself to me."
One sweep of the leg, and Rogvald's legs were knocked out from under him, sending the man downwards and out of harm's way as his protector's arm swept Volke back. He chuckled down at the man, waving an arm as he moved out of the way. "Oh, my apologies, old man, I forgot to say 'watch out'. Hope you're not hurt." But, there were more important things to watch out for than that old buzzard. For example, this assassin. They'd expected there would be assassins. That, of course, was why he was here. "... You are Volke. Assassin-for-hire, formerly of Tellius, and, it seems, helping the guild that resides in this town? A rebel, it seems. While I'm sure you've been hired, that does not make you any less responsible in your... treacherous acts." The tone of his voice was light and mocking; obviously, he didn't think much of the old man either. But though his voice might be mocking, his actions weren't; his speech had given him time to place himself between Volke and the door, as he gauged the man's actions. He was sure the other was doing the same for him, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't be leaving this castle alive."Today, I am judge, jury, and executioner. Your crime is treason; and, well, I'm sad to say, the sentence seems to be death." He rushed forward then, movements light and quick as one dagger flashed out towards the man's throat, the other ready to aim for the stomach after the block.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 2:25 pm
A counter-assassin was one thing Volke hadn't counted on. This white-haired man was just as good as Volke, it seemed. Volke backed away from Rogvald, still unsure of what the old man was capable of. The assassin then brought out his second weapon, the powerful Baselard, to be on par with Javelin.
As the other assassin charged and threw his dagger, Volke stepped to the right and began rushing towards Javelin. "Sorry, but I'm not keen to dying!" the man shouted as he slid at the other assassin's feet, careful to keep his own weapons in a position to guard.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:49 pm
"... Your opinion isn't necessary," was all the response Volke got; it was all the response that the man needed to give. This was a fight, and fights were no time for speaking. They were a time for action. But, this room was hardly the place for a battle; the weapons were here, there were obstacles, and more importantly, Rogvald was still in harm's way. He couldn't have that. This assassin was... sliding, which was odd, but he wasn't worried.
Under his scarf, there was concealed a filter, of sorts; it wouldn't stop a gas, but it would protect from large particles coming through. Pulling it up, the man flicked one dagger back into the sheath, pulling out a... well, a bomb of sorts. A small sphere, at least, which the man threw to the floor, puffing up a cloud of powder. This powder was not toxic, nor was it effective over long-term, but it did leave the target affected coughing and choking until it cleared. Which, of course, was the intended effect. Taking advantage of the distraction, he grabbed Volke's shirt, rushing towards the nearest window; his intentions were quite clear. Setting his shoulder, he slammed Volke back through the window, glass shards glistening around them as they fell to the ground.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:32 pm
Once the powder was suddenly clear and the two dancers had left the stage, there was a sudden clapping of applaud in the air, followed with a merry laughter.
"Oh, bravo, bravo. What a charming display of dancing they have performed." A voice echoed in the throne room as the figure emerged from the shadow. Dressed in black but with flashing colors, the smiling assassin approached to the advisor. Who was this fellow, you asked? Well, only those who were close to him knew his identity quite well. Those who didn't, all they knew was his other name: Masked Phantom. Oh yes, indeed it was. "Of course, my dear boy Javelin ought to be more careful around seniors. Oh yes, indeed he do. Course after all, there is no telling when they might croak from a little pixie's dust."
Out of the whim, the masked man pulled out a small, leathery wine skin from behind him as if it appeared out of magic. Pulling the cork from the wine skin, the Cheshire assassin handed out to the old man. "A drink to settle the cough?"
Whether the old man took it or not, the smirking assassin didn't mind. After all, the advisor was safe from harm. Oh yes, indeed he was. There was no telling what would happen if the important actor was out of commission. That would ruin the show. Oh yes, indeed it would.
"Thousand pardons for not aiding you from the assassination." The smiling assassin spoke as he held out his hand to help the old man get up. "I couldn't help but be entertained by the performance my fellow assassin was dancing. Surely, he didn't need no help from me when dancing with his partner. Oh yes, indeed he didn't. However, I should have come forth onto the stage to make sure you are safe from harm. Hmm?"
Oh, that Cheshire assassin. There was no telling whether he didn't help on purpose or not. But as to what he's doing here in Eyris? Surely, there must be a reason why the smirking assassin only appeared in backstage. Oh yes, indeed it was.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:49 pm
 At that moment, the doors to the throne room flung open. "Lord Sceptan!!" a shaky, older voice cried.
Into the throne room Lord Eyris ran, as fast as his aging legs were able to carry him. A look of desperation had been plastered upon him. His heart was filled with worry. "Lord Sceptan, I believe that Lord Raetia is up to no good... I fear he is trying to assassinate the king!" As he came to a halt, the nobleman clenched his fists and rallied them close to his heart. His back hunched and his eyes closed tightly. "Oooh, his line was never moral. He only became the steward from the deeds of shadow his ancestors committed... he is no different. Ever since his Highness ascended the throne, he has been acting peculiar... sneaking about. Oooh, I know he's up to something... I-"
As Lord Eyris opened his eyes, he took notice of the other man, and his eyes widened. His eyes also glanced to the collected weapons next to them. "L-lord Sceptan... what... what is this?" His head shook in disbelief. "That clothing, that mask... I-it cannot be so..." He took a step back. "L-lord Sceptan, you're not... you can't be with..!" Unable to unsee what he had, Lord Eyris hastily turned and began to flee the room. "Your Highness!! ...Your Highness!!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:29 pm
Oh pooh. T'was seem he had been spotted. This was not good at all. Oh no, indeed it was not. Never would he expect a spoiler to take a sneak peak behind the scene, much less an old buffoon who was near his age of death. Oh well, perhaps the Cheshire assassin should help put the gullible fool to rest. Oh yes, indeed he would.
"Excuse me for a moment," the masked man let out a devilish smile before disappearing into thin air. One minute the assassin was next to the advisor and the next, he appeared in front of Lord Eyris before the old noble could escape. Before Lord Eyris could even gasp, the assassin let out a cheery laugh before disappearing appear. Where did the assassin go? No one knew. But surely, that smiling assassin wouldn't let someone leak the spoilers to the audience before its grand performance, no?
Before Lord Eyris could make a sudden movement, a hand clasped over the old man's mouth. Within a second, a dagger was plunged into his heart. The masked man leaned closed to the old man behind as he shushed him.
"Shh, shh, no need to be in a hurry oh King Duncan." The masked man whispered as he wrapped the old man's cape around his body, trying to prevent any blood from spilling onto the floor. It would be a disaster if the floor was not cleaned. Oh no, indeed it would not. He held onto the old man, to make sure he wouldn't struggle to escape, even though the old man was fragile and he was not. "Now then, tis time for you to sleep in your slumber, dear sir. Oh yes, indeed it is."
Once he felt that life was slipping from the old man and the old man stopped struggle, the masked assassin let out a soft chuckle as he lowered the body down on its back. Although the floor didn't need to be cleaned, there was still a body to be disposed. Oh yes, indeed it was. But that would deal later. For now, there was an unfinished business he needed to do.
The smiling assassin got up and turned around, giving the advisor a devilish smirk across his face. "Now then, before we were rudely interrupted, I believe you know why I've come. Hmm?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:18 am
If it was thought the nobleman's eyes could not get any wider, such a thought was mistaken. Worry jumped straight to fear as the assassin appeared in front of Lord Eyris. Shadowcraft had the fiend dance around and bewilder the noble. Lord Eyris frantically tried to get away, but it was for naught. The dagger had been plunged.
Lord Eyris tried to gasp, but could force no words to be born. His pupils shook. He knew he was going to die and yet couldn't believe it at the same time. He barely clung to life as he was laid down. "Your... Highness... ...I believe... in you..."
Thus passed Sir Aelred, Lord of Eyris, an idealist for peace. He served benevolently for many years and was desired by most to replace Sir Argyle as the steward. His only major mistake in life... was not standing up to the other nobles and helping the former captain the best he could.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:56 am
Lend me your ear!
...Heed my words. ℜogvald
xxxxxRight before the assassin seized him, Rogvald grinned devilishly and glanced back. He did not try to stop the man, for he knew the man would be stopped. All he had to do was put up the rouse of being a helpless old man. When the other assassin stopped the dagger, Rogvald glanced over and held back his chuckle. "Ooh my! How frightening! Save me!" he said in a fake, frail tone. He may have even been thinking about the way Lord Eyris talked.
xxxxxIt was expected that Rogvald's aid would do what was necessary in order to ensure safety. However, Rogvald kept up his helpless demeanor as he fell to the ground, limbs flailing. "Waahh..!" Once down, he turned to see the knife fighters having at each other and noticed when light-haired one pulled out a mask of sorts. Rogvald knew what was coming, so he swept his arm over his mouth and covered it with his draping sleeve. The next thing heard was the crash of a window.
xxxxxThe cloud settled and a one man applause resonated. When the mysterious person spoke, Rogvald chuckled, for he knew his charade was no longer necessary. He helped himself up as the man strode over and when he was presented with water, Rogvald glanced down at it and raised a brow. "..No, I believe I'm alright." He wasn't intent on accepting anything edible from the likes of him any time soon.
xxxxx"Oh, that is quite alright." Rogvald responded. "Your subordinate is rough, but precise. Now then, shall we-" Rogvald was interrupted by the sudden appearance of one of the nobles. That was entirely unexpected. Lord Arajudia had departed for his home, Lord Raetia was keeping to himself, Lord Eyris could hardly be pulled away from the king's side, and Lord Zeon was simply minding his own business. It was a shock to see Lord Eyris rush in the way he did and go on about his worries. However, the Noble's actions were most unfortunate for himself. As the masked assassin excused himself, Rogvald sighed an nodded. "Make it quick..." He knew that the interrupter could not be allowed to leave. Foolish Lord Eyris... he was so useless.
xxxxxAs requested, the assassin did his work quickly and neatly. Once the deed was done, Rogvald looked up to the masked man. "Yes, I have a task for you. You come highly recommended, Masked Phantom. I expect thorough work. However, first I must ask you to retrieve the one who tried to take my life. Do make sure your subordinate does not kill him. After all, I need to know who hired him and take care of the root of this deed." He pointed to the broken window. "...I believe they left through there. Just a hunch."
I advise you to listen. Not doing so could prove... deadly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:41 am
The masked man let out a chuckled when hearing the mediocre task. Here he was, readied to take the major role and all he had was the understudy part. Oh pish posh. What a waste of a talent. Oh yes, indeed it was. However, the show must go on.
"Oh, I shall inform my subordinate not to kill him. Oh yes, indeed I will." The Masked Phantom replied as he took a bow. Though his mask covered his face, his amethysts eyes lingered onto the dead body behind him. "Though I can take a guess of who is after your life by our dear friend over there. After all, dead man never tells no lies. Oh yes, indeed he didn't."
As he stood up, he gave the advisor a devilish smile before disappearing into thin air. If the advisor stayed longer, he would have seen the curtain flew sideway suddenly.
Once his feet touched the ground, the grinning assassin sprinted forth into the night, searching for the two dancing nymphs in the ground. As soon as he heard the clanging noises of daggers, the masked man let out a smirk. 'Twas showtime for their intruder.
The smirking assassin disappeared as he ran to the source of the noise. Once he reached the battleground, he reappeared next to his subordinate behind.
"Oh Javelin, my dear boy." The Masked Phantom spoke as he drew out his daggers. "Capture our dear friend over there and try not to kill him. It seems the old man wishes to speak with him. Oh yes, indeed he does."
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:09 am
The two assassins went flying out the window! Luckily, they were on the first floor, so not too much damage was done. Maybe a few scratches from glass, nothing serious.
After the two had landed, Volke kicked the white-haired man off of him and started running away. Where to, the mercenary didn't know. He just needed to get away for now. The assassin had failed his mission and would have to wait again. Or cancel this contract.
After a few minutes of running, Volke had lost sight of Javelin. But that didn't mean the mysterious defender was gone. He -was- an assassin after all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 6:56 pm
Before the smiling assassin could get a reply from his subordinate, out of the corner of his masking eyes, he saw the intruder decided to exit the stage. The Cheshire man let out a pout.
"Tsk, tsk, Javelin. You shouldn't let the audience walks away if the play becomes dull. Oh no, indeed you shouldn't."
'Twas not good at all. They were ordered not to let the intruder escape. Although the smirking assassin had no fear of what punishment awaited him if he dared fail, he knew quite well someone higher from above would punish him. Oh.... What a truly tragedy ending that would be. Oh yes, indeed it would. So if he wished to continue his performance, he mustn't fail at all. And since the fleeing actor tried to change the plot, he might as well improvise.
"Changes of plan, Javelin. Sound the alarm and have the old man alert the guards that we have an intruder who assassinated the noble." The masked assassin spoke as he marched. Sensing that his subordinate was wondering what he meant about the noble, he let out a devilish smirk. "No need to fill in the plot. Old Caius Cassius knows what I've meant and he will play his role."
Not daring to waste time any longer, the smiling assassin sprinted forth, trying to catch up with the intruder. He ran as fast as the wind, hoping he did not lose the fleeing assassin out of sight. Oh, how exiting it was to play a game a tag. Oh yes, indeed it was. Of course, all game must come to an end.
Once he saw his running actor in sight, the masked man let out a merry chuckle. He had to admit, that intruder was quite fast. But how powerful could this man be to defend himself? Oh, he couldn't wait to play with him. Oh no, indeed he couldn't. As he took a step forth, his body began to fade, disappearing as if he was a ghost. The mask lingered on for a while before it too had disappeared.
Where did that Cheshire assassin went to? No one knew. However, that merry laughter was still lingering in the air.
As the fleeing assassin tried to escape, a bolas suddenly shot forth out of nowhere, aiming toward the assassin's ankle to bide. To make sure that the assassin won't escape but somehow dodge the bolas, two half-dozen of needles had shot forth, coming from two different locations and aiming straight to the assassin. Although the needles did not carry poison to kill the intruder, it did have a special affect inside to prevent the intruder's escape.
It was unknown if the intruder would escape or not, but that didn't bother the smirking assassin. He knew quite well that once the alarm was off, there was no escape for the intruder.
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