Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)
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				Title: <strong>Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 07:17:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">A listless sigh was the only voice that greeted her superhuman hearing, coming from herself as she was the only form of company she kept. Most nights however. Her profession kept everyone at arm's length, those she allowed closest were those opt to die by the word of another. Like someone had once mentioned to her, his voice lost in the sea of the bodiless caphony that followed her where ever she went, one should always keep friends close and enemies closer. She might have had more care as to whom said it had she any friends, of those she'd had in the past only a slight few <em>weren't</em> ended by her own doing. But since they died because of her, perhaps all were her doing in whatever twisted way one wished to see it. The solitude never seemed to bother her, and if it did not one person had ever lived long enough to tell of it to others. It was a weakness, and one that could prove deadly should word begin to spread on the lips of those who were in sterotypically the same standing as she.<br><br>She was sitting, more of lounging, on the double-wide bed in her Inn's room, transparent blue eyes closed to the slightly better than shabby look of the room itself. Dull colored walls, dingy carpeting, a single wooden desk and chair, small chest of drawers with a mirror fixed to the wall above it, unusually comfortable armchair in the corner by the windows, door to the bathing area, and the only door leading into the room from the hallway. Surprisingly enough with her undoubtful wealth and taste she rather liked this particular Inn, this was actually the room in which she occupied anytime she came within this town. Few people, clients mainly, have asked what she liked about it though those whom actually got an answer were never happy with it. She was on a job currently, her employer several hierarchal provinces away, and she decided it didn't matter how long the job took in the end, as long as it was done. Her target didn't seem to keen to be traveling from what she'd observed so a night of good rest and better wine might lift her spirits enough to make his death more swift and less painfilled. Of course had she been a betting woman, she wouldn't have taken those odds.<br><br>Her delicate looking hands were laced behind her head, boots and clothing on the floor, all but naked in the sanctity of her room. Her mind wandered from her job to what could possibly come in the future, to her latest friend's death by the hands of the Brotherhood. Yes, she was ultimately his death's cause but it wouldn't do for the Brotherhood to have any of the information that he could have had about her. Remorse? No, this was her survival. If this game, rules do not matter. In this career, you do as you will. Remorse and the like have never been something she let distract her, or to allow the removal of her guard. An assassin's life is never dull it seemed. Even in their off hours. Even now she could see the clan who decided to accept a job against her formulating yet another folly attempt to end her life, and the thought caused her pouty lips to curl into a mocking smile. Twenty-seven males, thirteen females, five children, two beasts. All tried and all failed. How many more bodies to they wish to waste before she finally exacted her retribution against them?<br><br>An interesting question indeed. And so she had something to ponder while she slipped into sleep. Tomorrow she had a rather big day ahead of her. It was only a thought and hope this night would be uneventful.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 08:07:53</strong>
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				Luckily for the assassin laying in her bed, pondering her thoughts and remembering her memories, tonight would be uneventful for her even as it was filled with events happening, centered around her. The inn was all but closed for the night, the keeper of the place toiling with the books too long to notice the pair of figures who moved through the room like shadows. He didn't notice them until it was, infact, much too late to even realize he was unconscious on the floor of his own establishment. The smaller of the two figured picked up the stick-figured keeper and drug him off while the taller of the two quickly began rifling through keys on the desk, grumbling to himself as the other man returned from the wine cellar. "Key's taken. You're sure it was thirteen?" he murmured almost airlessly, the words dying almost before they left his lips and carried to his partner only by -their- well honed, beyond-human senses of hearing.<br><br>"Thirteen, second floor." came the other's voice, just as soft as his partners own and together they nodded and turned back to the key rack. Fifteen was taken, as was eleven. Which meant the rope and dagger pommel were going to good use again tonight on the unlucky inhabitants of the other room. Their cloaks matched almost to a perfect pair, dark green and long, hoods shaped in such a way as to allow their eyes full range of view but the collar of it was pulled up over the mouth, meaning their faces were obscured nicely. The tall one had a mane of long, silken blue-white hair and the shorter one moving behind him now had dusky brown, almost brown-gray. They moved just as silently as when they had taken the innkeeper and the short one moved to the door marked eleven and twirled a small, almost watery looking object that he pushed into the keyhole. Immediately something clicked, soft as breath and the door opened. The tall one slid into the room while his partner dealt with the door, sliding in himself and locking it behind them, pocketing the skeleton key. When he turned, the former occupant of the room was already being pushed into the small, standing wardrobe and bound. They had to be able to meet her after she left her room, but before the rest of the inn woke up...Which meant that weren't sleeping tonight.<br><br>The tall one pulled his hood from his face now and moved over to the window, dragging the curtains closed before they could show more then a pitch-black covering for the right side of his forehead and face, eye included. His teal-green remaining eye glinted in the darkness and he moved over to the bed, propping himself against the wall facing their target's own while his partner moved the small chair from the desk and over to the door, right beside it and sat down. His golden yellow orbs flashed and gleamed in a very cat-like way as he waited, watching his partner but listening to the door intently. The tension would have rooted any normal, sane being to the spot without even a heartbeat left, but the two men in the room were more then trained for this kind of situation...No, they had lived in it nearly all their lives. Which meant that the boredom set it not ten minutes after they sat down and they started glaring at each other, the contests already started. More then likely, they'd stay that way, racking up their little victories over the first to look away or blink, until morning...Or until their target began rustling, which was sure to happen first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 04:16:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">One of her arms reached out towards the bedside table and plucked the tall-stemmed wine glass from where she had left it and brought it to her lips, sipping the dark liquid that matched her lipstick perfectly. She could have scolded herself on the laziness of her evening but that would have done little good, same as if someone tried to disuade her from the path she chose in life. It was simply a waste of time. And effort. And anything else worth mentioning at a later time. A soft clink echoed in her hearing as she set the glass back in its spot, the vast majority of the noise coming from her managing to tap the glass' bulk against the half-gone bottle of her wine. Taking the opportunity since her fingers were unlaced now, she stretched greatly, even her half-demonic wings stretched with her spreading to their full width before they furled themselves comfortably behind her. Adjusting the silken sheet she used as the only means of her covering herself she settled back into her silk-covered pillows and laced her fingers behind her head again. Not all the rooms had such a luxury of silk linens, the Innkeeper kept these especially for her for whenever she visited, though the agreement to why was completely unknown to all but to the owner and the woman respectfully.<br><br>After a few minutes of silence her left eyes opened lazily and looked at the wall before her. It was the silence that bothered her, the man in the room behind her moved terribly in his sleep so she heard the shuffling of his covers every few moments and the man that had been staying in the other room snored. But it had been silent for quite some time. It could be nothing but with her current situation and being a target of the Brotherhood she hadn't yet decided whether or not to simply let the silence be. It could be that the man simply rolled over and stopped his sawing of the logs, of perhaps he woke from night terrors, anything was possible. That was the part that made the assassin so wary. Using one arm to hold the sheet over herself she scooted to the far end of her bed, opening the curtains by the smallest portion and peered into the darkness of the night. Her eyes looked for anything out of the ordinary, narrowed at the darkness beyond but she saw nothing, sensed nothing. <br><br>She left the windows and moved herself back to her pillows, returning to her lounging, yet she was completely aware this time. Her eyes closed and she continued to think and calculate the possibility of the various senarios that could happen. Fingers all the while playing with the throwing needles she had tucked within where her flowered hair ornament was styled on her head. Eventually she might rule all paranormal things out of her mind and fall asleep but until then her survival personality had taken over for the time being. It seemed sleep was going to be fleeting this evening . A growl almost escaping her throat by the thought.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 05:06:10</strong>
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				Inside the room, the pair of quiet figures had long since broken from their staring contests to less obstructive activities, remaining focused on the room beside them as the one nearest the door heard the soft movements through the wall. Them an who had been occupying the room beforehand was currently under the effects best summarized as a very strong elbow to the back of the head and being bound inside his wardrobe. Even if he woke up before the ice melted, it would be extremely unlikely he'd be able to scream or move with it covering him like so. Granted he wouldn't die, as they'd been -demanded- not to kill anyone, especially their target and as much as they sometimes wished to throw things at Lord Velorum, his word was indeed law. And their paychecks rode on it as well, so that was motivation enough for them. After the silence returned and their 'target' apparently resumed her resting the man close to the door, Sand, quietly reached into his cloak and pulled loose a small book, which he thumbed open and began to read. He was the more calm of the pair, he liked to think anyway and while Hail sat there dying with nervous energy, he'd catch up on the latest diary of Delacroix's he'd found.<br><br>Hail, on the other hand, curled himself up on the bed idly and closed his good eye, ignoring Sand's attempts at throwing him off his balance. It was an extremely dangerous game for two assassins to play with one another, to see who could irritate the other more handily. One angered motion, one raised voice and it was blown, but thankfully nothing they weren't able to salvage had happened yet. And on this particular mission, they were both warned that if they screwed up and lost the target they'd be hung from their tails and Maltre would work them over. Which still gave Hail shudders, so they both had no greater wish then to -not- screw up this mission. As minutes started to wind on, he began entertaining himself with the details of their mission, over in his mind...They'd been given the Inn and the room number of the person they were looking for by the Farseer, who had been the catalyst for the mission in the first place...Hail generally thought the man was creepy, but it was his continued dedication to their cause that had kept the entire thing running. Then again, he supposed the man -was -creepy. Anyone who's skin cracked into black voids at random times and who could summon eyes in random places, or see into the future with clarity that defied normal Seers to extremes...Well, yes. That was creepy.<br><br>Go to the Inn, find the best way to contact the target, a highly skilled and highly paranoid assassin, enlist her aid for whatever price she found fit to charge them and don't return until she was with them willingly. Simple? Not really, but Hail could yet remember a single mission for Volkrain that had been simple. There was that time they went to investigate one of Velorum's targets and it turned out that it was a bunch of mage-warriors who liked wind magic...<br><br>While he drifted off into the world of daydreaming and idle thought, his partner was much less thoughtful about things. Which was ironic...Sand tended to be the one to think things through and Hail was usually the thoughtless barbarian of the two. Sunlight was but a handful of hours away and judging by Hail's expression, it was unlikely anymore entertainment would be had aside from his book...Which suited Sand just, just fine. His brother was skilled, but as annoying as they came in his book. Amongst all the other notables of Volkrain, however, Hail was still the only living thing he'd trust in a situation like this. Which spoke -volumes- for how he'd been raised, he supposed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 05:44:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Irritation would have to be the best word to describe how the woman was feeling at this particular moment, as once more those transparent blue eyes opened and looked about her room. This was ridiculous. Between her job and the Brotherhood she was most definately not the sanest person that walked the earth at this particular moment in time. Definately seemed she'd be getting no sleep this evening and simply resigned to the fact, she'd take out her frustrations on her target whose death just took a few steps up her priority ladder. Her lips were turned down in a rather unhappy scowl as she slipped the sheet from her body and began walking across the room to the wardrobe, ignoring the clothing she'd tossed on the floor on her way to a most relaxing bath she'd had earlier that evening. She was near silent now in her every move, opening the wardrobe and idly pulling the outfit she would wear that would ultimately be the last her target would ever see upon a woman. <br><br>Her original plan had been for her to meet him in the morn, and woo him all day to completely lower his guard, but now her plans changed, she was irritable and was simply in the mood to see to it that her contract was fullfilled. Maybe that would help ease her mind and let her rest peacefully in the night, those hunting her notwithstanding. Death always seemed to calm her, some speculated that is why is she what she is. But there was only one soul who knew, and the odds were definately against her telling it. She dressed herself in a calm and nicely paced manner; she had chosen a bustier highly low-cut that made her volumptuous frame all the more apparent as it hugged against her every curve of her torso; a skirt to match, slits running all the way up both sides of the garment showing off her highly toned and shapely legs which also did little to hide her scant choice of underwear; her boots slid over her feet, fingers gliding over the handles to twin daggers secreted within. Perhaps she was being too nice to the man she was about to kill, to have such a picture before him as his life came to a halt. The scene would undoubtedly follow him into the afterlife.<br><br>She grabbed no other weapons of any kind, the daggers and needles were the only means of her protection upon her person. Her eyes glanced to the window, she could see the sky already lightening by the lightness along the edges of the curtains. Lovely. Death at sunrise. Or little after, depending on whether the fat piece of shit's bodyguards let her pass without incident. She was always the vixen, using her body, her looks, her feminine wiles to get what she wished. To complete her missions. In her game, anything goes. Hiding her key in the folds of her hairpiece she took a fleeting glance in the mirror and grinned maliciously. There would be no way his guards or himself would be able to resist her. She stopped at her door, fished a cloak made of rather light and flimsy material from the one of the pegs and slipped it over her shoulders, fastening and adjusting it so you could still very clearly see what she was wearing. That was the whole point after all. <br><br>With the skill she'd honed for so many years the room door opened without a sound and shut just as quietly and she was on her way down the hall. To cheer herself up.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 06:15:02</strong>
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				The noise from the room beside them was the first indication of the need to alter their plans and alter they did, moving noiselessly over the room as they began to tend to things quietly. First unlocking the wardrobe so that when the man's ice spell melted he'd fall to the floor harmlessly and blame it on sleepwalking or too much drink. Their weapons weren't drawn nor did Hail reach to unbuckle the sword at his side, the two instead moving to the door. They didn't need to hear her door opening to know she was awake, they could smell her now. Especially Hail...He'd always had a keen sense for the thing. He waited until he was sure she was outside her room before he opened the door infront of him and stepped out. All the lady assassin would get to see was a cloaked figure move out of the doorway and step over to the stairs leading down, turning to her and at the same time reaching up to unbuckle his cloak, letting his figure shine through. In the darkness, it still wasn't hard to see the wicked mane of snow-blue hair trailing over him, showcasing the pair of soft, fuzzy ears and the turquoise eye glinting from the darkness quiety. The outfit underneath was, well, simple in terms of assassin garb, buckles held his cloak together in places, but underneath it was a simple faded blue tunic and black pants, though the weapons attached to it made it far less simple. A longsword was strapped to his side and the way he was holding his cloak would let her see the dirks tied to the inside of it, the tip of his boots glinting at the moonlight caught the steel plating for a second. His body was rather muscled but still retained a flexible, lithe build that seemed to characterize him quite well...<br><br><br>And even as strong and well-armed as he seemed, he didn't make anymore moves aside from blocking her way, staring her straight in the eye. Were he not on a mission he was intent not to botch, he would have stared at her garb and probably thanked the Farseer for such a glorious target, but as it was he bit down his temptations and smiled at her in a slightly amused way, tilting himself in the stairwell almost lazily as his voice broke through. It was still soft, but she'd be able to hear him nicely in the still air about them, hear the calm tone behind it and the relaxed, smooth way he carried his words. He had a bit of a faint accent, something of a distinctly inhuman nature, but it meshed well. "Wow. If you dress that way to all your jobs, do you think I could convince you to kill me sometime? It'd be very worth it, I think." he said in a way that clearly spoke of how he didn't anticipate her killing him -now-, but at the same time his choice of wording was interesting...Infact, from his posture, it didn't look like he was here to go after her at all. And as he finished speaking, Sand slipped out of the room again, infront of her and backed up along the hall, moving to join his partner on the stairs as he took his call and removed his cloak.<br><br>His outfit was just and simple and he didn't even seem as well armed as his partner. Sandy brown hair, untamed and down to his neck framing a pair of pointier, rough looking ears atop his head. Two braids of hair hung over his face, framing his yellow eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness. His cloak was lacking buckles or armament and the only thing on his frame that looked like one could use it as a weapon was a long, white rope wound around his waist, just over the top of his brown pants and over the bottom of a long-sleeved gray shirt. Both men wore identical black, steel tipped boots and both men wore black bracers lined with gold, but aside from it neither seemed at all alike. His posture was actually slightly wary, though he looked more keen to run behind his partner then attack. Purely defensive. Now that he was here, he took over speaking and his voice was uncannily sound. Even if he looked defensive, he seemed unshaken and lacking even the humor of his partner, sounding a bit more hollow and almost stoic. "I'm here to speak to you on my employers behalf." he said. While Hail was -normally- the one with the wandering eye, Sand's own moved over her frame and he mentally kicked himself as his eyes snapped back to hers. Not the best first impression to make on someone who could very well damage the two of them.<br><br>"Clearly, my partner means We're here to talk to you on our employer's behalf." Hail said suddenly, clapping a hand to his partner's back loud enough to make Sand wince and glare. "...Yes. Our employer. Now shut up and let me talk..." and from there, both men continued glaring almost oblivious to her presence...It would be hard to believe that these men were the -best- assassins Volkrain had to offer, but there it was...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 06:47:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Her footfalls ceased the moment the door opened, her body was tense yet at the same time relaxed, she was confident on whatever senario could be brought forth at the moment. Though the interruption did happen to raise her ire all the more but she believed it best to stop this scene with a little violence and noise as humanly possible, at least until her target was properly neutralized. Her eyes showed no shame in the least as her gaze took in the sight of the first male who dared block her exit of the establishment, though however nice his appearance was, she was also gauging weapons and various other things about him. After she was done with her assessment her eyes met back with his and a <em>highly</em> amused smirk played across her lips at his words, crossing her arms over her chest, just below her breasts, an eyebrow raising in the same amusment her lips showed. "Are you sure you will be able to afford me?" she asked now, even her voice matched the beauty and seductiveness of her being, her head tilting slightly waiting for the reply, of course she did not miss the exit of the second male come to call upon her, her weight shifting to one of her legs. She looked rather physically relaxed and completely unworried.<br><br>As Sand moved to his partner's side, he too got her sweeping gaze as she observed him, taking in his sight without question or comment. As he spoke about him being there to speak to her on behalf of his employer, her eyes took a more interested gleam though she nearly chuckled as he saw his eyes move over her frame, not bothered by it in the least, she was quite used to it. That and it was good to know her outfit was having the desired effect she was going for. Her eyebrow raised once more as Hail spoke, watching the almost competitious way they were behaving and she'd been in their presence less than ten minutes. "Funny... your partner expressed great interest in being my next employer, so are you positive you come for the same thing?" she asked now, bringing Hail's initial question into the mix, more so to just watch the reaction of the shorter one. She was perhaps entertaining herself for the time being, or perhaps learning a bit more about them at the same time. It was hard to tell with this woman.<br><br>She knew they were not of the Brotherhood, they were far too skilled for that, not to mention the fact they were anthro, not something the clan let into their numbers... no matter how skilled one could be at the assassin's art. As much fun as she could see herself having playing with the two of them the fact still clearly remained she had a job to fullfill and they were keeping her from it. She'd allow them a few more moments before she'd be on her way, she truly did hate to be late to a killing.&nbsp; <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 02:12:17</strong>
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				"Depends on your hourly rate." Hail teased back suddenly, his eye latching onto hers almost happily as he enjoyed the small back and forth they were having, already. She was certainly going to be a fun target...Ah, but then of course his stick-in-the-mud partner had to come along and ruin it with his incredible dose of mis-humor. Hail almost scowled as he watched the little bastard take over from him and it was only, -only- the fact that he did not wish to become Maltre's personal barbecue that he didn't deck his brother after the arrogant punk dared to call it 'His' mission. Far be it from him to take it as a 'team' effort and besides, it was really more Hail's mission anyway. He'd been there when the psychotic Seer had asked Velorum to send someone it and only out of the kindness of his heart, and the unhealthy glares his Warlord had passed him, that he bothered to include Sand in the mission at all. In fact, if Evanlai had bothered to inform him how beautiful their target was, he would've left the annoying prat on the side of the road somewhere and gone himself.<br><br>Sand, for his part, ignored Hail's glares to his back but -did- throw a dirty look at the man behind him as their Target spoke of how he wanted to become her employer. "Forgive my brother. His mouth is certainly not as well honed as those blades of his." he remarked coldly, moving his eyes back to her and this time leveling them straight at her own. That remark earned a low growl from Hail and for the first time did the man's hand drift towards one of the dirks on his cloak, though he restrained himself for the simple fact that they still had something to do. Once this was over, however, he was going to use the arrogant son of a bitch for target practice. "As I was saying..." Sand continued, standing a little bit straighter now that it was clear she was not going to attack them, at least for now. He was shorter then Hail by a good foot, but he somehow managed to look more imposing with Hail glaring at him from behind. "My name is Sand. This is Hail. We're Agents of Volkrain and we've come to beg for your company." he said, though the way she said the word 'company' was definitely not in the way that most men would mean it in this situation.<br><br>"Our Warlord, Velorum, has asked that you accompany us into his presence. He has a job that he finds only you worthy of and is willing to part with much more then money for your acceptance of his invitation, let alone what he would pay you for whatever mission he needs you for." he said, eyes not wavering as he essentially told her that the two more prized and skilled assassins in Volkrain were no more then errand boys to her presence. Hail bristled further and further at his brother's words however and it was not long before he huffed in a bit of a rage and turned his head to her as well, though all at once the contempt and malice drifted from him. It seemed neither of them minded their mission at all and all animosity was directed between the two of them. Sand was about to speak when a hand clapped down on his back, sending him into a light coughing fit. "And of course, since you'd be an honored guest of Volkrain you'd be welcome to any and all pleasures, vices and excess while with us. You're more then welcome to take care of any pressing things at hand before accepting our offer, but we can't lead this area without an answer." Hail said now, grinning at her as he kept pushing on his brother so hard the man had to double over, still coughing gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 03:30:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The woman obviously found fun in the back and forth between her and the taller of the two in front of her, her grin widening considerably. She most easily ignored the possible prod at putting her with the local whore population with the hourly rate comment but she was apparently taking it completely with good humor, giving him a rather teasing wink. "Well then you definately couldn't afford me," she replied to him, a light chuckle followed her words. At least they were fun, had they been any other way she might have lost her temper by now and that would have boded ill for all within the Inn at the moment. Or at least those who wished to sleep throughout the morning. Of course the teasing was almost ruined as Sand began speaking, her smile all but disappearing, only the faintest mirth was there now. The moment between her and Hail more or less done now. So much for that she supposed.<br><br>Her arms unfolded from her chest, one moving to her hip and the other hanging lazily at one side as Sand began to talk about the business of their visit to her and why they believed it so utterly smart and fitting to block her from carrying out something she probably should have taken care of the night prior. Her eyebrow raised as the shorter assassin mentioned his organization, but not out of amusement, out of mild interest. But she nearly decided to dismiss the idea entirely when she figured the two would be traveling with her instead of her in her own company as it usually was. Of course watching the two play out their boyish competitions against eachother would be highly entertaining through the entire trip it still came down it the fact she didn't know them and personally didn't trust them. Or their Warlord for that matter.<br><br>No matter how interested she was in whatever Volkrain could possibly <em>need</em> her particular skills for was intriguing, the fact still remained that she didn't play well with others on most days due to her track record with partners, friends, and companions but there was the tiny fact of how this Warlord wished to meet her. As Hail took over the conversation, her face softened the way the he was torturing his poor brother into a more amused expression and in the end she simply shrugged her shoulders. "As tempting as the offer sounds, I have a standing like for the client to come to me directly. Sending two assassins to meet with me to use as escort does not bode well I have to admit," she answered, knowing neither would necessarily like the answer but she did indeed have more pressing issues at hand that needed to be settled. Like a target that needed elimination. To lighten the effect of what she said she winked to the two of them. "No matter how good looking they do seem to be." and perhaps it was more poking at Hail since their earlier playing was utterly skewered by Sand's more than needed sense of business and duty. <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 04:05:41</strong>
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				Sand, by the time she started speaking again, was on his knees and attempting very hard to push himself out from under his brother's hand, which was not working out so well for the lithe man. As she spoke of how she wished for Velorum to come himself though, there was a bit of quiet suddenly and Sand used his brother's lapse in judgment to pry himself loose and scamper out from under the hand like a very irritated cat, standing up then and grabbing his brother's wrist. Both men glared at each other for a moment until Sand turned to her, dropping Hail's wrist and crossing his arms softly, trying not to look -too- irritated. They could understand that particular wish of hers, being in the same profession if for different reasons, but they both found the idea of Velorum coming himself a bit laughable...<br><br>Hail was the one to speak again and for the first time, it didn't seem to irritate Sand. "Lord Velorum would have probably preferred coming himself, actually. But you have to understand that not only is he a wanted man in most circles worth a king's ransom to the lucky idiot who could bring him in, but he's also...Well, very admired. Where he goes, Volkrain goes and I doubt you would want to wake up to find an army outside your inn. Besides thats, right now he is planning-" and there Sand stopped him, turning to his brother and glaring. "Warlord Velorum is planning his next -moves-." Sand hissed at Hail, who blinked and stared at Sand quietly, before getting a bit of an understanding look that did little to ease the glare Sand received afterwards. "Fine. His next -moves-." Hail said, taking the serious, harsh and almost hissing tone Sand had used on the word 'moves' and then glaring at his brother, who bristled a little and looked as if he wanted to fling himself at his brother...It was hard to believe these two were assassins.<br><br>"Regardless of the ten foot pole up Sand's ass." Hail said now, leaning on the wall beside them while Sand actually reddened a little, fisting his hands tightly and drawing small rivulets of blood from his palms at just how -furious- he was, which Sand immediately chuckled at. "You'll be free to keep and bring whatever you wish, weapons included. Even to meeting Velorum himself. You're a guest, not a prisoner. But he couldn't have come himself no matter how much he might have wanted to introduce himself personally, you have to understand. If it helps relax you, I'll be at the meeting too." Hail said, grinning brightly at her now. Just before ducking the flying elbow Sand suddenly threw at him, coming up and literally picking his brother up by the waist and, well, hauling the thrashing kitten-man over his shoulder, grin still firmly in place. "Anyway. We'll get out of your hair now and let you go escort whatever person you're after to a literal Heaven. We'll be here, in this room, when you return."<br><br>And with that, Hail nodded to her cheerfully and stepped off the stairs, turning into the room they had just come out of and, quite literally, opening the door only to toss his brother in. Who let out a very soft yowl as he landed on the bed, while Hail closed the door behind them. The sound of a fist connecting with a face sounded moments after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 02:29:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">As Hail spoke about Velorum and the reasons for him not to come see her himself, she made a noise that could only be called a snort, and it was very much obvious that she wasn't trying to hide it either. She doubted very highly Velorum wanted to come and see her or he would have undoubtedly done it, despite the reasons she was given to the contrary. That simply meant to her he whatever he had for her to do was obviously not as important or dire as the two assassins had first made it seem, and her interest was quickly fading into something that didn't quite poke at her mind like it had. This was all her own views though, and she could be wrong, but was rarely so in any case. <br><br>Another eyebrow raised as Hail spoke about weapons, assuming they believed she had none because none showed upon her person and if they were for some reason to go through her room in her leave they would find none there either. No, all the weapons she ever needed she kept on her person, secreted from view and most means of detection. Despite her withering mood by everything she'd learned and the dislike of her intended client refusing to meet her face to face, she managed a soft grin as Hail went back to his flirting and teasing nature they had both displayed in their initial meeting. She ducked under the flailing arms and legs of Sand as Hail moved the both of them to the room they had undoubtedly commandeered from the snoring patron that was there the night before, moving down the stairs, throwing only the smallest of waves over her shoulder as Hail spoke of being her Target's personal escort to Heaven. Not bothering to correct him that the man she sought was in fact going to Hell.<br><br>She didn't have to worry too much about the other patrons, none would be stirring for a small while still, their sleep still claimed soundly by the stupor of their drinking the evening before. But she was completely aware of every pair of eyes that set upon her as she walked down the near deserted streets, everything about her looking like she was simply going on a morning stroll before she started her long day at work. She almost smiled at how easily she was mistaken for a common whore, but that made it all so much more easier. She walked into the most expensive Inn of the town and ascended the stairs, having already known where the man was staying and just everything else about him that she would have needed to know. Including his taste of women. Which is how she knew her plan would go perfectly. A sultry pout upon her lips, the unmistakable gleam in her eyes, the way she presented herself, a few well-used excuses and lines from her and the guards let her right into the room, unknowingly sealing the Fate of the man within as the door was shut and she clicked the lock from within.<br><br></span><div align="center">--------</div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The guards were still undoubtedly oblivious to anything, missing the undeniable glint of the death she'd just brought with vigor upon her client's victim as she slipped from the room, looking completely unruffled, untousled, anything that even hinted at a struggle or her taking a tumble with the man. A quick flirt with the guards guarenteed they would leave the man be for enough time for her to be back in her room and dipping herself into a rather wanted bath, and even then she was unworried that they would come after her, her reputation was enough to keep even the most hard-asses in their place. She walked up the stairs, stretching in almost a bored way as if she saw nothing interesting when she was out and about that morning. It was a well played lie to make any who see her all the less to squeal about knowing anything, she looked like a whore who simply wanted a morning walk before visiting clients. It was actually her favorite role to play, being a woman it was the easiest and by far the most rewarding in the end.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 10:56:28</strong>
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				As soon as Sand was done strangling Hail, which left the dog-eared man laying on the floor trying to catch his breath, he looked to the door and sighed loudly, crossing his arms over his chest as he moved away from the gasping, sputtering man and opened it, looking out into the hallway. She was gone, but he could tell from that look on her as she left she was far from convinced of the urgency of what they needed...How to explain it to her in a way to make her understand...And before long, he realized there was none. He would accept no answer in her position and that made him turn, barely missing the punch from Hail that only barely stopped from denting the doorframe. "Stop it! One of us has to go and get him." Sand said, putting his arm between his face and his brother's own, leaving Hail with a very bitter, angry look on his bruised face as he glared at Sand. Even he understood what Sand meant, however, but he just smirked at Sand and waved at him with his free hand. "You do it. Tell Velorum I said Hi for me."<br><br>Sand just hissed wickedly as he walked out of the room, disappearing into the shadows of the hallway like the phantom he'd practiced himself to be, the Sandstorm that everyone compared him to. Impossible to read, impossible to stop and gone the next minute. In truth, his brother was just annoyingly fast, nimble and dexterous thanks to training and his cat nature, but it made for a good rumor to abuse. He'd never understood why people compared him to -hail- however. Gossip mongers and their name picking were one thing he really would never understand and as he closed the door behind him, he moved over to the wardrobe and opened it. The man inside was awake now, most likely from the talking and fighting in the room and seemed to be fairly unhappy, given the state of struggle he was in with the thick ice binding him to the back of it. With a firm yank, Hail pulled him free and sent him tumbling to the door, lunging at him the next second with a dirk in hand. After a few moments, a well placed threat to his eyeballs and vocal cords and a thin line of blood dripping from his cheek, the unhappily sober man fled the room almost as quickly as Sand himself had and Hail sighed as he moved back over to the bed, pushing himself into it happily. He needed a good sleep.<br><br>-----<br><br>The upper levels of the inn had a different feel now, as if devoid of life and sound. In truth, the other rooms had been cleared out upon Sand's arrival and the innkeeper had been paid a sizeable amount to rent out the entire floor, save the Lady Assassin's own room. The room that Sand and Hail had been in had it's door wide open now and the two brother's were out of sight, though a quick look in the other rooms would find Sand napping in the room directly across from it, curled up on the bed in a very kitten-like way and Hail sitting in the doorway at the end of the hall, only his hair visible from the angle he was at with his back to the door. Almost as if waiting, but certainly alert enough. His sheathed sword was resting against his thigh idly, as if waiting for use...But he wouldn't even turn his head if she came up the stairs. It was no longer his duty...He was now the Warlord's Guard, not the messenger or assassin. <br><br>Warlord would seem a very fitting title for the man in the open room now.<br><br>Dressed in a distinctly oriental top with a long, flowing coat that was mostly burnt orange but the inside was blood red and it had leafings and colorings made of what seemed like actual gold-laced thread, which when viewed in full seemed to depict scenes of bloody battle. Axes, swords and spears in almost caricature form painted across his top, while the bottom was merely a pair of burnt orange cloth pants, ended in gold-spiked tipped shoes. Nearly seven feet tall, Velorum was seated on a chair facing the doorway with his legs crossed quietly and one hand on a large bottle of what seemed to be a strong liquor, the other&nbsp; on the hilt of the Cutlass beside him, a very fine looking weapon if undecorated that was shoved into the floorboards. Rings decorated his hand, two on the left and one on the right. Blue and red gems, oval and pointed, decorated the left while a white, circular gem decorated the right.&nbsp; And his appearance was, in every manner of the word, beautiful. His brown hair was dangling freely from his head in an untamed but naturally pulled way while his smooth, calm face was looking quietly at the door, his pale-purple eyes watching almost intently. A brown cloak laid on the bed in the room, looking as if it had been taken off of him.<br><br>In the corner, infront of the wardrobe in another chair was a smaller man who seemed content to leave his cloak on. His feet showed from under it, clad in a pair of white boots laid with black but the rest of him was obscured by the blindingly white, almost silken cloak that concealed him perfectly, with him bent over at the waist as he was and it was tied tightly. Though no form could be seen, shape was possible. The head seemed disformed and dismorphic while there seemed to be no arms to it and a myriad of other confusing possibilities, but what was certain was that the man was not human.<br><br>And it became clear, in moments after viewing his face, why Velorum was not here to start with. There was no name on the notices, spread over the towns and cities of the world, displayed in town squares or inns like this and the face on it was roughshot and at best an insult to the man seated here. It spoke nothing of the golden aura that seemed to leak from him slowly, sifting over the floor like a misty cape as he sat there and it said nothing of the way his eyes seemed to twist and bend with some unbidden power. They only spoke of his crimes against humanity, the world and balance in general, spoke of his imminent threat to life and possessions and spoke of conspiracies and rumors.<br><br>It also spoke of the price on his body, corpse or otherwise. 'To Be Named By Delivering Party'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 02:14:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">As she crested the top of the stairs she paused, her stretch cut short, both hands seemingly smoothing down her untouched silken hair, one pulling one of those ever-hidden needle-like weapons from the hairpiece and palming it. Her movements were so subtle and fluid one would never guess she had armed herself, that being simply a precaution measure as she almost suspected some form of treachery from the two men from earlier. She was not untrained enough to know when something did not feel right, and that feeling was certainly now, despite her looking completely calm and perturbed by anything. Actually she had a most curious look on her face that belied her drawing the needle, the was her eyes began taking in every detail, looking for anything out of place. She was very good at hiding her truest intentions from even the most trained eyes. She wasn't sought after for jobs based simply on her looks, her reputation certainly beheld her.<br><br>She walked easily, again showing nothing of the peculiar situation, aside from the gentle curiosity as if she was wondering where everyone had gone so early, and in such a short time. Despite her taking time with the now deceased target of hers there would have been little way all the patrons woke up at the same time without some sort of motivation to do so, and she was most definately wanting to know what. As she was about to cross the doorway of the room the two males had occupied early her eyes fell upon the room opposite, eyebrow raising at the sleeping Sand. Of course everything was quickly falling into place when she spotted and eyed Hail for a moment, her gaze sweeping into the room beside her own. A small smile now graced those blood-colored pouting lips. <br><br>She busied herself for the briefest of moments, hands moving to her hair, slipping the needle seamlessly into place as she looked as though she was making sure she looked perfectly presentable for meeting what could be her newest client. Even taking the illusion as far as straightening her clothes and readjusting her nigh sheer cloak she had chosen to amplify the affect of her outfit. She took in his sight, showing that undeniable lack of shame, finding herself like the situation all the more. If Hail and Sand had been handsome and awfully alluring in her eyes the warlord did not disappoint in the least. She had to admit she wasn't expecting the warlord himself to ever make the appearance, certain the two males would try farther to persuade her to join them to where ever their lord actually was. She had to admit she rather liked the fact he did in fact come to meet her, showed that he had that much faith in her ability and that she was indeed needed as it seemed. <br><br>She didn't move from her spot in the hallway, still looking as though she could continue to her room, watching the leader of Volrain with her side-long glance. She would be invited in before she moved, if he said nothing at all or the invitation was not given in another manner she would simply move on and take that bath she still wanted. But it was always business over pleasure... most of the time.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 11:53:34</strong>
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				Velorum's patience was reserved for the battlefield, for the war room and for his private moments. It was not reserved for waiting for news on an assignment, so when Sand had come to him in such a hurry and told him that the woman he needed for his plans to fall together was almost certain to take much longer then expected to speak to him, without the Warlord's personal appearance for her, he had convinced his generals to allow him an excursion. As much trust as they placed in their Warlord, they were overprotective because he was the man who gave them their purpose and without it, he would hate to see what the men he had helped shape would do. The knowledge Sand and Hail were nearby did enough to calm their fears, but it had been Evanlai who had insisted on joining him. He had taken the man into Volkrain because of his powers, his skills and above all, the Sixth Sense of his that had nothing to do with the mask burned into his mind and face. He trusted him when he said he didn't know why, but he needed to come with Velorum to meet the lady he had seen in his eyes.<br><br>So when the woman appeared before them, adjusting herself in a manner that defied the eyes he could feel on himself and the smile he saw flicker into life on her lips, The Warlord smiled himself and slowly pushed himself up. The cutlass on the floor was left there, stuck firmly and the distracting drink was left as well, Velorum moving to the side a moment as if giving her a clear path to the chair. As he moved, the golden aura that seemed to flick and bend around him moved too, forming something of a protective mist around him. And his voice, when he spoke, was very...Striking. It was the voice of a leader, firm of tone and sound of conviction. Soft, but loud enough to hear without straining, smooth as silk and, above all, a warrior's rhythm. Every word was final and there was no stuttering, no silences and no sentences open for interpretation. "It's good to finally see you in person. Evanlai described your skills and charms, but he certainly did not do you justice." he said softly, moving his hand towards the seat as if to offer it to her. At the mention of the name, the figure to the side shifted under his cloak almost uncomfortably and lifted it's head. And the face underneath was so stunningly contrasted to the Storms outside the room and even Velorum himself that it was, infact, sobering.<br><br>Pale skin, marred by twin green, jester-like paintings under his eyes that stretched down his cheeks and mottled, almost forest-green hair. Bright eyes that were almost blinding under the light of the cloak, but the more noticeable feature was the mask apparently stuck to him. Bone white and covering the left half of his head, it had no real shape but the bones went under his jaw, giving him only enough room to speak, though he didn't use that gift at the moment. The thing that gave away his talents, the thing that separated him from the worthless guardians of the world was his expression. He looked positively devastated, as if life itself were crashing around him in a spectacular fashion. Any novice warrior could look stoic and show the world his cards through his eyes, but it took someone much more subtle and skilled to cast such a veil of weakness without giving anything away. His eyes were no different, radiating a calm and overwhelming sadness. Before, of course, he lowered his head and his face vanished again.<br><br>Velorum smiled at her, a soft motion of his lips that suited his demeanor well and shook his head, looking over at Evanlai quietly. "Forgive him. He is not much for speaking, though he has ways of being heard. This is my Advisor, Evanlai Duzuki. He is the one that initiated my search for you." the warlord offered as he, himself, found a seat on the desk near the chair and took it. Waiting for her to enter or leave them at her leisure. If she didn't come now, perhaps later and if not later perhaps never. Without her skills and help, the battle about to take place would be horribly bloody and he didn't care of the loss the enemy would take, his own men's lives were much more valuable to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 03:32:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Honestly she couldn't say she was nervous over meeting the Warlord himself, she might have been absolutely wary of him had he come under any other terms than wanting her services. But he wished to employ her and that alone gave her ease of mind to believe he would do nothing to try and harm her. None of her other potentials ever had, she had no reason to think this one would. She watched as he pushed himself from the chair and moved, taking that as her invitation to come into the room, and so she did even going as far as to remove the cloak and putting it on a peg by the door as she crossed the threshold. She was showing that she was more than willing to listen to whatever proposition given to her and possibly a discussion of terms that could follow. Seemingly happy to be rid of the bothersome garment her wings shifted behind her, only causing a whisper of a sound before they were furled most comfortably poised upon her back. <br><br>Those aluring, striking eyes caught Evanlei's face as he looked to her giving him the tiniest of nods to show she acknowledged his presence in the room, despite how quiet and unasuming it was. Whatever thoughts as to his expression were brought to her mind they passed her eyes like a feather on the wind and just as quickly. Her gaze finally went back to the Warlord and she bowed her head in respect to his position but did not lower herself to do anything more, it was a personal conviction not to bow to anyone... ever again. Her legs carried her to the chair Velorum had been occupying and took her seat, one leg crossing over the other, her hands busying themselves for the time it took for her to adjust the skirt before her so as to not appear sloppy. It was simply her way. Her red-brown curls bounced and flowed as he apologized about Evanlei's temperment, waving it away with a curt move of her hand. "No need for apologies, we all serve by our own ways, our own paths. I will not have his belittled in any way," her voice held no disrespect in it what-so-ever but perhaps there was a slight stinger in her words somewhere. <br><br>She tilted her head as she looked into his eyes, holding his gaze as she spoke, her lips holding a slight grin now. "Of course, I'm not against throwing random inanimate objects at those who tell you one story and it turns out completely different. Your two wonderfully entertaining assassins believed if you were to come I'd be wading through men to see you, seems that was not the case," she mused gently before leaning her torso upon the chair's armrest and extending one of her hands. But she did seem genuinely pleased he decided to come, and her voice hinted that as well. Under the ever-present seduction her voice seemed to have upon the ears. "Serihn Revnas, at your leisure," she introduced herself, allowing him to know both her first and last names. Most only got to know her as Serihn, but he showed a great deal of respect by coming to see her himself, she would return it without fail. Assassin she may be, ruthless certainly, but she still had her pride and sense of respect.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 04:23:42</strong>
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				As she spoke in his defense, there was a bit of a moment where Evanlai's face lifted again and a tiny smile played over his pale lips, though he certainly didn't hold it up for long. It was interesting to hear her defend him in such a way, especially given who she was defending him -against-. He found himself...Well, not regretting coming, at very least. His head lowered as Velorum grinned a little, obviously pleased. Though if it was over his host's attitude or the simple fact she had stayed to hear him out was hard to tell at this particular moment. To the Warlord, her attitude was refreshing. As she extended her hand to him, he momentarily mused on her words as he took it, grasping it firmly and holding it, his eyes on hers as he moved off the desk beside her and walked around to the front of her. In what could only be called a respectful gesture, the man just quietly bent down to his knees until he was sitting on them infront of her, one hand still holding hers and the other on his lap. "Hail and Sand might have been a bit fatalistic in their wording, but they weren't wrong. Were you any other person in the world, I wouldn't have been able to keep my soldiers from hearing that I was leaving to meet and you would indeed have a large army of overprotective men swarming you anywhere you went. As it stands however, I couldn't let that happen." he said, releasing her hand now as he pulled it back to his chest. At the introduction of her name, he looked up to her with a bit more of a smile. "Velorum Ferah. I'm very honored to meet you, Serihn."<br><br>And with that, he nodded his head again and carefully reached up now, sliding fingertips into his vest for a moment and shuffling them about. It wasn't likely to be a weapon, for his cutlass was closer then anything on his person in that confusing garment and he had shown no indication of wishing to attack her. So when he drew out a rather large, cloth map and set it, still rolled, on his knees it wasn't surprising. "I want to hire you, simply put, to assist Volkrain in a coming invasion. You may take as little or as much part in the actual fighting as you wish, but before the invasion comes to pass there are two people who need to die and you are the only person skilled enough to take the job." he said now, quietly unrolling the map even as he watched her. "For agreeing to aid us, until the entire plan goes into motion, you may freely access Volkrain's war coffers and our artifact storage from our previous conquests, or anything else within my power to grant you. When the invasion is over, you will be given a share of the kingdom's treasure and anything else from it you wish. What happens after that is up to you, but I would like to hope to be able to hire you for more missions. Hail and Sand especially seem like that'd enjoy working with you, but I would never be opposed to working with someone with your skill." he said, smirking at the comment of his the two assassins would enjoy working with her.<br><br>"If that is unacceptable, name your price. If it is, I will give you a bit of the broad stroke of the operation but I don't trust the environment enough to tell all of it." he said now, watching her with those deceptively clear, calm eyes of his. The rumors called him a bloodlusting madman and the rumors of Volkrain called them savage looters. Obviously, the rumors were perhaps a bit off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 05:22:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She watched him move, her entire upper body moving with him, straightening herself as he ended up before her, leaning forward and resting her chin upon the palm of the hand he wasn't holding, propped up from her thigh. A soft chuckle came form her as Velorum defended Hail and Sand about their story and she just gave the Warlord and very assured look, her eyes sparkling as he himself spoke of her being swarmed by overprotective soldiers, winking gently. "And we would have had to wager on whether or not I could enchant them all... and who they would be protective over then by the end of our visit," she replied in a rather teasing manner, seems she did not just share her flirtatious and teasing side with Hail, it was open for whomever she deemed to show it to. Or perhaps the manner of how she said it was to bely the truth and possible danger there though she meant it as none at this time, in all honestly she was genuinely teasing... just using fact that could prove true if tested, possibly the most dangerous of all. As he introduced himself her grin only managed to widen and she winked softly at him. "You hadn't the need of introducing yourself... those incompetent people who make the posters are not on my skill of information, but a pleasure to finally meet."<br><br>Her eyebrow quirked softly as he reached into his vest, her eyes showing a myriad of emotions that went far to quick to pinpoint any of them, she in fact seemed completely unperturbed in the slightest, only those who'd noticed the infinitesimal movement of said eyebrow would know that she obviously was not overly trusting of anyone. No matter who they were. Her starling blues moved to the map as he unfolded it, listening quietly as Velorum slipped right into the business portion of their meeting, putting a mask of mild interest on her face as her eyes took in every detail of the map she could without a closer look. As he finished speaking of what would be hers in the end of the missions he needed her for, she leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest, just below her breasts just as she had done earlier that morning with Hail and Sand. It was habit forming. <br><br>"While I won't ask for names, you are correct in your assumption that these walls have ears, I need to know why these two and what they've done. That only begins my price, everything else can be discussed at long. But if I do not like what I hear Velorum, I will decline." she said softly, she did still have her standards of how she accepted jobs, she showed her interest, now it was time to hear if she wanted to do the job in the end. It'd happened several times before in which the basic pleasantries were tossed and when it came to hering what she requested she denied the mission completely and simply left. Disrespect or not, she rather liked her system. Made those who wished to employ her be more than simple moronic dignitaries trying to off competition.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 16:11:48</strong>
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				The conversation had moved into the areas Velorum was comfortable in and though he did display a sense of humor and perhaps a bit of a flirting tendency that rivaled Hail's own, it was obvious that in this situation he was a leader above most other things. Her grin and wink were returned as she spoke of not needing to introduce himself, returning with "While you might know my name, until I introduce myself I never quite feel comfortable with a person. Even one so disarming as you." he spoke now. Then business began. She had shown him both sides of herself and those two sides above all other things showed him how right Evanlai had been. Some assassins turned darker, most sadistic in their work and became nothing more then murderers or mercenary, letting their profession become them. Others, like Serihn...Well, they retained that spark of humanity that kept it from controlling them. And as she spoke of needing to know what they had done, he just smiled gently at her and nodded, unrolling the map quietly infront of her. <br><br>"There is a country, a great distance from where we are now." he said softly, even as his finger traced the map. From the general location of the village the inn was located to the east, which became a winding expanse of mountains and rivers. "It's was, a time ago, a great and noble kingdom that protected an important pass leading into more fertile and conquerable lands." and his finger began to trace a winding mountain path that emptied out into a large valley-like plain, surrounded by mountains. The maze-like path he had traced until the valley repeated itself on the opposite side of the valley, leading into a large plain-like area surrounded by ocean on the other sides. "Volkrain has no interest in those lands, for they are a loose nit collection of farmers, merchant guilds and exporters. They had no military for us to conquer, no noteable generals or soldiers to recruit and above all, no corruption blinding them. They may in the future, but for now, they are of no interest to us." he said, the map being rolled up again quietly and pushed back into his robe. Without the map he had shown her, anyone listening would think they could be talking of a great many other places.<br><br>And with that, Velorum put his hands back on his legs and sighed gently. "However, in recent years this kingdom has become bloated on itself. It has gone from guardian to terrorizer in what I can safely assure is record time. The innocents it once protected are now being extorted, families who once admired and respected them now being forced deeper and deeper into poverty to feed that greed. And it goes beyond that now as well, for we've confirmed they are planning invasions and destruction of their own." he said, turning his head now to Evanlai who shifted his head under his cloak, as if nodding in agreement. "If left unchecked, they will start another flame of war that I do not think the powers capable of stopping them will be able to put out before they tilt the balances." Velorum said as he turned back to Serihn, looking her plainly in the eyes now. "The two I want you to remove are the two men at the head of this effort. Without them in control of the puppet show, the country will turn on itself and we will be able to easily erase the more...Corrupt elements. " he said, smiling again now in an oddly pleasant manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 03:19:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Her eyes followed his path as he trced it out with his finger, her face completely passive despite the glittering of her eyes when she was beginning to realize where he was suggesting the usurption, among other things. Not one person ever dared direct a mission to that portion of the lands, dangerous even for an assassin of the highest quality. And she was among the finest of those as it were. Of course at first it was because the lands were little more than worthless to anyone of authority. Now they were hardly worthless, or helpless any longer. Just knowing the location gave her enough conviction to be rather interested in the offer of employment, or perhaps it was because noone had ever been requested to go there so the unknown perhaps is what drove her decisions? With this woman, so open and yet so closed, anything was possible. By the time he'd finished with his first explanation and the map was tucked inside his clothing once more she was leaning back in her chair again. One arm was still against her torso, the other had escaped from the armcrossing and she was idly twirling a long tress of her sliky hair around one of her delicate fingers.<br><br>Of course anyone held by those hands in their last moments knew the truth of her very real vice-like grip and deadly precision of the very few weapons she did carry upon her. But it could also be questioned on whether or not she truly knew the extent of her charms and beauty. The thoughtful expression on her face as she weighed the choices in her mind was very alluring, the playing with her hair, tantalizing despite her honestly not trying to come off as anything like it. She was in all intents and purposes in her mind simply thinking and considering everything she'd been told. Her foot began tapping the air after a moment before she finally put both her hands on the armrest of the chair and pushing herself to her feet. Carefully stepping around Velorum she walked to her cloak and fitting it about her shoulders again, despite her going to be stripping everything off once she went back to her room. Back to the warlord, she looked back over her shoulder to give him her all famous side-long glance.<br><br>"It would seem as though you have your assassin. Payment can be discussed at a later date, as no doubt further plans will have to be made. I usually charge at how hard the mission is and how much fun I will have carrying it out." she nodded her head in his direction a moment. "But for now, I am going to take a bath. I would really to wash the stink of my latest target from my very aura... so unless the discussions are taking place in my bathroom, we will have to meet later," the flirtatious grin was back on her lips and she winked before giving a soft wave to Evanlei whether he'd see it or not before exiting the room. <br><br>She made a small detour before going to her room, walking up to Hail and gently scratching behind one of his ears. It was an impulse she'd had since she first met the man, what could she say? She had an affection for the fuzzy eared races, yes she was a highly peculiar woman. She did all this without a word before slipping into her room and stripped as she went for her bathroom. It took only moments to draw the hot water for the bubble bath and she used the time it took to fill the tub to pin up her hair so she wouldn't have to worry about it. Then she very contentedly dipped herself into the water, closing her eyes and relaxing... this had been a very interesting day indeed.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 15:39:14</strong>
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				Velorum's reaction to her apparent acceptance was, at first, a bit of a smile as she spoke of how they could discuss payment later and a myriad of other details, standing himself slowly as she moved to gather her cloak and leave, though her words left him with a rather delighted grin. "Hm...Well, if you're so insistent on location, I suppose I could join you for a little bit..." and he left it off as she left the room, returning her side-glance with his own rather firm, clear watch. Once she was gone, he left out a rather completed chuckle and moved to sit into the chair she had just left, moving it with his body so that one leg could prop up on the table and the other could linger on the arm-rest, giving him a comfortable lounging position as he used said leg to brush the bottle of liquor into his waiting hand. Evanlai did indeed notice her wave and a pale hand reached out, returning it quietly before his head lifted once more. What both men thought of her remained to be seen, but as she brushed into Hail and petted his ear she was rewarded by the softest of whines and him turning his head, grinning at her delightfully. "Hey! Don't just pet and run...I'd be glad to return the favor!" he called to her waiting back, grinning at her in a, well...Wolfish way. But still teasing. Soon, he returned to his quiet guarding, ignoring the sounds of Velorum's soft gulps of drink. He was almost much too pleased she had agreed to help them and he'd have to thank Evanlai later for allowing him the introduction.<br><br>As for the quiet seer, his voice finally rang out with a crystal clarity that belied that saddened, quiet nature of his. His voice was almost distant, yet dreadfully close and in that moment anyone listening would have gotten the unshakable feeling he was speaking directly into their ear from a distance, however that was possible. "As I told you, Velorum. She is everything you need and more." he spoke, his eyes moving to the door quietly. When he'd first seen Serihn it had been in a fleeting vision, a thousand features in the blink of an eye and even for the Farseer, it was unusually clear. Then it had trickled in. The visions of this meeting, the visions of her works...The only thing, however, he did not see was the outcome. He was used to never knowing the outcome, only the method to get there...There was too much, too many things that in even the smallest dose could alter what he would see. It was not unusual. "That you did, Evanlai. I never doubted you, but I am even more impressed then I was originally." Velorum replied, closing his eyes as he let the taste of the drink linger on his tongue a moment, setting it down on the table afterwards and closing his eyes. His lips were quirked into a smile and for a glorious few moments, silence reigned upon the room. Then he spoke again.<br><br>"Any new numbers, Evan?" he asked suddenly, leaving anyone but himself and his Seer, it seemed, in the dark. The quiet man lowered his head and sighed, flinching as he focused a moment. "No. It has not changed since the last time. Even with her agreement, we still don't have the numbers to prevail without loss. It's as I said before...." and he grew quiet now, looking up at Velorum. And sighing gently as the Warlord's smile never flinched nor faltered, nor did he seemed to grow agitated. "Oh well..." Velorum said now, sighing contently as he continued to lounge, leaving Evanlai in a bit of an agitated state...But the seer knew better then to argue with his friend. Velorum was a natural leader in many ways, but once he set his mind on a course of action it was nearly suicide to try and get him to change it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 05:04:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Her present sigh certainly held more life and clarity than her one of the previous evening had. Behind closed eyelids her mind wandered and replayed everything that had happened out of the ordinary the past few hours. The encounter with the anthro assassins had been quite enough for her as it were, but of course it could never simply stop with her declining of their initial offer. Though she did get the see the importance of why exactly they needed her when they not only delivered her message but managed to deliver the Warlord himself into her presence. That was a feat that rather deserved applause if she were truly the type to give it, however, she still saw Hail and Sand in different light and certainly with more respect by the end result they managed to achieve. She thought of her answer to Velorum, finding it unusual even for herself. <br><br>Surely it was to a place never before cliented before, but in this she would undeniably be forced to be in the company of someone at all times. Unless she could get them to understand it was simply best she worked alone, the problems with the Brotherhood only half notwithstanding. Something always seemed to happen with her partners and otherwise, so perhaps she was just more cautious than anything... this woman was certainly an enigma, even to herself. Her mind wandered past the newest job she had taken and was thinking back on the job just completed this morning. She shuddered involuntarily in the steaming water, his putrid touch haunted her even now. Her left subconsciously began rubbing the gooseflesh on her right arm where the man had begun running his hand up her arm. Yes, she killed this certain way for a reason, she was a woman and could pull off the lusty wench flawlessly, never did she say she liked the fell of their flesh touching her in anyway. Of course his hand got no farther than her elbow, and he was dead within minutes. <br><br>That was what seemed to calm her mind, and a smile came to her lips unbidden as she remembered Hail's reaction to her scratching his ear. Honestly she liked the man, and he certainly was attractive, of that there was little doubt. Perhaps that's why she could be her flirtatious and different self in front of him and have it not be forced as it was so often. He seemed very much like her in a way, but his brother, Sand, he was not unlikable certainly. Perhaps one just simply had to get used to his temperments to understand how he was and how to take him with a mere grain of salt? Who knew? Certainly not her. Evanlei was a cource of high curiosity to her, and he certainly seemed likable enough, despite his quiet disposition. Of course with him doing very little in their introduction and throughout the meeting she didn't have too much of an opinion of him, just honest and simple curiosity. Velorum was a puzzle certainly, an enigma in and of himself. One she was highly looking forward to seeing what he could do.<br><br>Her thoughts continued from there, honestly she knew she'd have plenty of time to see the various oddities come to life and perhaps get some meaning in the end. Whatever happened, would happen. She really needed to quit dwelling on it. After washing herself, pushing everything out of her mind currently she drained the water of the tub and wrapped herself in an unusually fluffy towel for it being a less than four-star Inn and walked into her room, stretching widely, leaving a trailing of dripping water in her wake. Sitting herself at the desk she began undoing her hair, pulling out of various pins she'd used to keep it in place before came the needle-like weapons. Half dozen in all, lining them up in a row before removing the hairpiece from her hair as well, letting it all hang free. Without bothering to brush her hair she got to her feet, taking the few steps to the bed and flopping herself upon it, curling up in just her towel. Perhaps after a nap she would be able to think better. It was a thought at least.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 19:56:56</strong>
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				As soon as Serihn seemed as though she was no longer coming out of her room, Velorum waved his hand and stood up from the chair, pulling his cutlass out of the floor and tossing it away. It had more been to keep it handy if any idiot hunters came looking for him, but with such thoughts now quite gone from his mind he decided he would risk it if he got to lay down and rest for a little bit...Which is -exactly- what he intended to do right now. Sand was inhuman and faster then most horses, but Velorum had rushed himself quite a bit to get here. It wasn't exactly as if he had run here, granted, but even getting a horse here under such conditions had required a lot of effort. Evanlai was no help, either...The man's quite and laid back attitude applied to even -travel- as well. So Velorum instead crawled into the bed and pulled himself appropriately onto it, ignoring Evanlai as best he could. The man would get the hint and go to his own room when he was done brooding over Velorum's lack of care over whatever they were discussing. Which took no time at all, for Evanlai had just grumbled unhappily at the wave off and stood up, revealing that he only -looked- shorter then Velorom when he was sitting down. In reality, he was almost as tall. It was a difference of, well, hairs.<br><br>Once he had left the room, he himself moved into the room between Sand and Hail's room, leaving the door open just a pinch. More for the illusion that it was a normal day then any security need...For all his appearance of a weak, fragile seer, he was as much a warrior as his lord. And almost to punctuate that idea, the first thing one would see upon entering his room was a large nodachi propped against the wall next to his bed with a sheer white scabbard. Upon entering, he shed his cloak and stretched, ignoring the gentle ache that seemed to move over his body as he did. It wasn't as if he could cure the magics running through him, nor would he if he could. A soft sigh escaped him now and he pulled the small meal he'd ordered before meeting Serihn on the table a bit more, collapsing softly into the chair infront of it and starting on it. He didn't let anything weigh on his mind at first, but he couldn't stop it from wandering to Serihn. He'd expected she'd be as interesting as she had been, but for the most part he let it end at that. Any thoughts of her beauty would be inappropriate, after all...And before he knew it, his mind was wandering further. A groan escaped him and he slumped back, wiping away something on his lip with a kerchief and closing his eyes. Trying valiantly to block the insane thoughts poking into him.<br><br>And Hail, well...He was quite content to remain curled up in his chair, ignoring the sounds of the others settling in and instead idly cleaning one of the dirks he'd pulled from his cloak earlier. He was a believer in being prepared actually, for as rash as he seemed anyway. As soon as this one was cleaned and he'd seen it didn't need sharpening, the next one had the process repeated until, at last, every dirk was back in it's slot he stood and tossed the cloak over the back of his chair and put his foot on the chair. Aside from the pair of dirks hidden in the wraps around his leg, he tugged loose a small dagger that was resting in a sheath on the front of his shin, then set it aside as he lifted the other leg and repeated the process, ending up removing no less then six weapons from below his knees. In the end after he'd nearly undressed to get to every one of his hidden weapons and revealed the webwork of hidden straps, buckles, sheaths, cases and wraps wrapped over his body, he stood infront of the table in his room with no shirt on and his pants rolled up to his knee. He was also extremely well muscled, especially for an 'assassin'. He reached up and quietly tugged off his eyepatch, revealing it had a small whetstone attached to the back of it and laying it down on the table as well. His hair covered whatever -exactly- remained where his eye had been, though. And with that done, he sat down and began to sharpen things, including the tips of the bolts of the small, folding crossbow that had, literally, been hidden on one of his shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 22:18:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She was in a rather peaceful slumber, one of her pillows hugged gently in her arms, how it got there was by anyone's guess. It didn't take her long at all for fall asleep, not after the previous night of being awake near all the hours. Her job had been completed, the way the night was just felt... off was gone thanks to the showing of the assassin brothers. There was little now she needed to worry about, at least that is what she'd been thinking in her final moments of being awake, until her tranparent baby blue orbs opened suddenly from the dead of her sleep. In the dark they glowed eerily, but one had to actually <em>look</em> for the glow to see it properly. Most simply believed it was a light spot of their own vision. She lay still as death, eyes searching in the darkness of her room, unfurling her wings only gently, for the momentum she was going to need any moment.<br><br>Whoever it was...&nbsp; was good. Undoubtedly skilled, highly proficient and honed in his career, but too bad his fate was sealed the moment Serihn had opened her eyes. In a flurrish of movement, one her would-be killer couldn't even track, she flung herself off of the bed, a dark growl coming from her. She caught his blade arm with ease, upon her toes, dancing around him, twisting... ever twisting his arm behind his back before there was a sickening twin snapping and the male cried out in pain. She had broke both forearm and shoulder. Flawlessly. But it seemed he was far from giving in, despite his noticable lack in skill, both knew he wasn't winning; it seemed it did nothing to stop him. Her head dipped back as her eyes caught the flash of steel, a stinging sensation coming to her cheek even as he kicked his knees out, dropping him to the floor, her free hand grabbing a handful of hair and slamming his face straight into the floor of her room. Another satisfying crack signaled the breaking of the man's nose.<br><br>Slamming the heel of her foot into the middle of his spine guarenteed stunning him for the time it took to lean and swipe all of her needles from the desk's surface. Her eyes hot with the lust of their engagement she kicked the assassin over to his back, straddling over his torso, pinning to where there was little he could do to get her off without the use of both his arms. The man cried out in pain as one needle fell through his already injured hand, pinning it to the floor, two more following at horizontal lines, ultimately securing his hand to the flooring. She followed suit with the other hand, expending the rest of her needles. She was still wrapped in her towel, glowering at the killer under her.<br><br>He would have gone so far in the business. His skill was exceptional, or so the cut upon her cheek spoke oh-so-clearly. Too bad the Brotherhood threw him away so eagerly in their greed. Her wings twitched from the adrenaline running through her body and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. To let the bloodlust pass. For the next step... finding out what this bastard knows. There was little doubt in her mind that the others on the floor heard him, he may have been silent of death entering but he definately knew how to show he was in pain.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 13:56:57</strong>
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				Serihn's takedown of the assassin had, indeed, gone completely unnoticed until the moment the man had screamed out, though it had not really startled anyone in particular. Velorum's eyes had opened briefly and he considered getting out of bed and going to 'assist' her, but that would be entirely too much work. If the man had screamed, it meant he was down and it was exceedingly doubtful that he would be able to get back up or wound Serihn in any sufficient way and if she needed aid containing him, she knew she had a hallway full of assassins and warriors probably quite comfortable in aiding the breaking of the man. Then he just chuckled and rolled back over, grumbling about his nap being disturbed and pulling the blanket right back over his head. He wanted to sleep, she could handle herself. Evanlai had a similar reaction as he sat on his bed, legs folded under himself and his eyes quite closed, though he barely even gave it a thought. He was busy divining.<br><br>Hail on the other hand grumbled unhappily and looked over his table now in search of something light to take with him, eventually settling on one of the heavier dirks and tucking it into the band of his pants, which were all he was wearing, as he moved out into the hall and looked down it, seeing the tell-tale sign of Sand's door being open that told him his brother, too, had wanted to check on the woman. Perhaps it was just Sand was getting ready, or maybe he'd decided not to. For whatever reason. Hail let out one final sound as he moved towards the door, gently rapping at it with one knuckle and then opening it. The darkness meant very little to his highly trained eyes and before long, he was standing in the doorway with his arms at his side, one hand idly flicking the handle of his dirk. And he was smirking at Serihn, though he did his best to look sad. "Are you this popular -all- the time? And goodness, you didn't even call me in to help...So selfish, too." he declared in a soft tone, though it quite clearly held the flirting undertone it normally held.<br><br>He smelled the blood, too. Fresh, clear and from both people, which both impressed and somewhat irritated him. The dirk was drawn and he moved over, using one hand to idly fleck the line of blood off her cheek and the other to toss the dirk up into the air and catch it, immediately letting it go in a flash of movement that resulted in the thing lodging in the floor right next to the would-be assassin's head, drawing an identical cut across the man's cheek. "Need some help? I'm sure he'll be very cooperative if I go borrow Sand's kit..." he said now, grinning in a very wicked way as he leaned closer to Serihn, not even bothering to look down at the man below her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadliest of the Butterflies (Verse and Wolven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dust</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 23:41:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Those blue eyes turned towards the door as Hail knocked on it, her lips spreading into a slight grin as the man spoke of her being so popular all the time, chuckling softly as she looked to the man she was straddling. In the light from the hallway it was clear to see her shoulders shrug gently in reply to the question. "Perhaps not <em>all</em> the time," her voice, full of mirth, followed the movement of her shoulders. She turned her face up toward him as he came over to the pair, eyes twinkling merrily despite the fact she'd been the object of another of the Brotherhood's foolish acts. Her lips curling into a fond-like grin as Hail took the blood from the cut of her cheek and made the same wound on the wound who was trying not to look too much in pain. But the fact he wasn't trying to move his hands anymore clearly spoke that she had hit the exact places on the hand she'd meant to. <br><br>The needle-weapon in the middle of his hand was situated grinding against his middle-finger's bone in his palm, one was between the pinky and ring fingers, the last was between his thumb and forefinger. If he even flexes his hand in the smallest amount he send pain running through every nerve in his arms, rendering his other movements completely futile... which is why she had no worries about him using his legs against her at the moment. The member glared above him, eyes flickering back and forth between Serihn and Hail, glare hardening everytime they fell on Hail. This just brought a delighted grin to the woman's face. "I don't think he likes you," she commented, brushing her finger down the now victim's broken nose, ignoring the blood there from when she broke his nose moments before. <br><br>As he mentioned whether she would need any help she shook her head and wiped the blood off on her towel, cleaning off her hands and forearms. It was amazing the thing was even still on her at this point. "No, I had originally thought to question him, but I already know what he will say... and I just don't know if I want to hear the repititious crap all over again." she replied, pushing herself off the floundered assassin's chest and stood next to Hail, looking down at the quivering mess before her. It'd been awhile since she was actually pushed to use her physical weapons, but her skills hadn't faltered in the slightest. She brushed one of her wings against the man beside her gently, a little flirtatiously as if this was the most romantic scene in the world, and not a half-carnage. "Now I think I'll just put him out of his misery." she added, as if this sort of thing always happened and it was simply any other daily conversation. Assassins could be such unusual people.<br><br></span>
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