<div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#800040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color:#800040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#090909; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.ibb.co/rM3CwCN/Black-Assassin-full-2073916.png">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><div style="background-color:#800040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #800040">&lt; Mew &gt;</span></div><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> Alicia found herself smiling like an idiot as the man quoted what his adoptive daughter used to say in the book, verified by flash backs and other things. It was the truth though, she would terrorize any man in the company that didn't adore her. That was how she made friends, acquaintances and the occasional enemy. Needy, attention whoring and sadistic physical or verbal harassments were her style against those around her. She liked tough people, they were the serious kind that took no funny business, but were also the ones that usually enjoyed a little darkness here and there or the typical professional enthusiasm. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BF80FF">"So what'cha been up to tuff stuff?"</span> Alicia asked with her arms crossed slightly as she watched the man's every move. Despite being friendly with him, she knew not to trust anyone as she was skeptical in that respect. She never saw someone as innocent, everyone was guilty and wanting something. Either that or they were running from something and in the books, he did a lot of running. Though just as she was about to get an answer out of him, a <span style="font-style: italic">ding</span> sound seemed to come out of no where. Someone was using a chat? A translucent grey window opened up beside her with blue text, both of them glanced over at it. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FFFF">Alicia, something happened. I need to ask you something. It's important., Please?</span></span> was what the message read and she didn't really think of anything the respond with. Something happened? Well there were a bunch of assassins outside and someone from her <span style="font-style: italic">past</span> had showed up. Her eyes snapped back over to the man which was supposedly Alicia's adopted father and arched a brow as he was just giving her an all too familiar look.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF80">"You're not my little girl, are you?"</span> His eyes closed partially, glaring at her as he awaited an explanation. It was harder than it looked to give this man an outright response, considering the fact that she had just seen glimpses of the original Alicia's background through her dreams.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF80FF">"In body, but not in mind. Though I'm sure after everything heals, she'll be back."</span> Alicia gave a half truth as an answer to him, as she was pretty sure she'd get more dreams and flash backs. It'd would have in all shapes and forms, take a toll on their mind and their identity. Everything was going to change and she wasn't going to have all the control anymore. It was nice having at least a day to be themselves until this all happened. Letting out a soft sigh she would look at him once again as he seemed to calm down a bit from he explanation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">"Well Kiddo, aren't you going to answer your friend?"</span> Reaching into his cloak he'd pull out a pipe and light it with a flint as he walked over towards a nearby rest station and sat down on the bench. Watching Alicia from a short distance. <br/><br/>A few seconds later a keyboard would appear in front of her below the window which had appeared. It was semi-translucent which allowed her to see and even interact with it physically. Typing into it, she would respond with a: <span style="font-style: italic">"<span style="color: #8080FF">I know, something happened outside too.</span>"</span> Was the only response that she would give him for the time being. If Grey did look outside, he'd probably see the dead people laying in the streets, an old man smoking a pipe and her standing in the center of the road. <br/><span style="color: #000000">_</span><br/></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>The girl would proceed to walk over to the first two assassins which she had killed in the beginning. They were just laying there motionless, but she was cautiously approaching. She wanted her daggers back and she wasn't about to let them get the drop on her if they managed to survive. Considering neither of them were appearing on the mini-map as little X marks, she assumed they were dead, but didn't give it too much credit. Even in the game there were NPCs that could appear dead, but were not dead at all. Especially assassin types whom can play dead to avoid being killed or to catch others off guard. Undead were able to do the exact same thing.<br/><br/>As she walked up to the one on the left, she would kick it, flipping it over and sending it directly into a lamp pole. The sound of flesh against metal made her giggle a bit. She would then walk over to the dead body and extract her knife before glancing over her shoulder towards the other assassin which seemed to have flinched when she kicked the dead body. The amount of force she had used would easily cave in a normal person's chest cavity.<br/><br/>Walking over to the assassin, it suddenly sprung up and grasped her by the throat. Picking her up, but didn't seem to be able to squeeze at all, her body had too much durability for him to manually strangle her with one hand. At least that is what she thought he was doing as his grip was pulsing around her neck. <span style="color: #FF0000">"For the blood, you have been spa–"</span> The man was cut off as she pulled the blade from the Assassins chest; then reinserted it, over and over again she did the same thing. Blood splattered on her face, painting it in gruesome patterns. It covered her black clothing, giving it a nice coating of red highlights and stained her silver hair with crimson splotches. <br/><br/>Grasping the assassins neck after holstering her daggers, she wold forcefully pull herself close to his face and unmask him. A sadistic grin forming over her lips as she stared at an undead assassin from her cult of Blood. One would be able to hear the cracking of his arm as he was forced to comply from her strength alone. <span style="color: #BF80FF">"Death, death how ungrateful it has been to you dear warrior. The blood has abandoned you,"</span> a shadowy mist would begin to surround her and the assassin whom held her suspended in mid air.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"TRAITOR!"</span> Was the one word which escaped the man's lips before suddenly the sound of rapid slashing was heard. The shadowy mist hiding what was going on from sight, but the series of red slashes seen were in sync with the sound of her blades. Moments later the mist had dissipated and she was standing there covered in blood. What looked like diced meat and bone now lay sprawled out in front of her.<br/><br/>Licking the blood off her face, her glowing green eyes targeted the older man who was relaxing before looking over towards the Tavern they had been staying in.</span></td></tr></table></div></div></div>