Assassin rp IC

[Storyboy]

I'll post later you guys know what to do

[WitchChild]

Sitting on the floor at the Assassin's base was a half naked cyborg with snowy white hair. He said crosslegged and meditated, a sword on his lap. Along his jaw were metal plating and his lower lips seemed transparent, giving it skull like features. He was heavily modified, built to kill, intended to be the perfect soldier, the perfect spy. He was not there yet however and he strives to become one. The rest of his body showed many evidence that he was a cyborg, lines of synthetic plating especially around the joints and what appeared to be bolts. Unlike his body, that was skin colored, his arms where jet black, contrast to his white hair. He was mouthing a mantra but he didn't chant aloud however. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be completely oblivious to everything around him to those who would not know him. He was ready for the job but it was a team effort.

(Let me know if there are problems)

[Hikari Sama]

Flashing neon lights illuminate the crowd of drunken patrons as half naked women dance and strut for men's hard earned pay. Slick shiny poles and suggestive decor with neon accents make for a very erotic enviroment. It wasn't the most glamorous workplace but for Michi Sato it was the easiest way to pay the bills, after all it doesn't matter what era you live in sex will always sell. The night was more than half over and Michi was sitting comfortably in the dressing room alongside the other girls on her shift, wiping away the make-up and changing out of her skimpy dancer outfit and into casual attire. One of the other girls approached her with a smile on her face. "Hey Michi, there's a call for you in the back room. It's a man, and he sounds sexy! I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
Michi looked at her puzzled. "What are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend. Who is it?"
"He wouldn't say but he asked for Michi Sato and that's you. I wouldn't keep him waiting if I were you, who knows he might be rich!"
"Yeah, and it just so happens that he's in love with me right? You know I don't do escort service, just hang up on him."
"Are you sure? Well, okay if that's what you want."
An hour passed and Michi was on her way home when her personal phone started to ring. It wasn't unusal for one of the other girls to call so Michi didn't bother to check the caller ID.
"Sato."
[Michi why the hell didn't you answer the first time i called at your work?]
"You again? Listen guy I don't do escort service, I won't go on a date with you, I don't care how much money you have so stop bothering me okay?"
[..........Michi it's 'J' you know from where. I need your help with a job.]
"Why should I care what you need?"
[It's that kind of job Michi. I wouldn't bother you unless I really needed your help on this one. It's too big for the people I have right now.]
"You should have just said so in the first place. where do you want to meet up?"
[I'll forward the address to you now.]

[Draconilian]

chink, chink, chink, chink.
Cyrus was sitting in a chair off in the corner of the bar, sword in hand, he was flicking the crossguard with his thumb, pushing it ever so slightly out of the scabbard and letting gravity pull it back in. His blade wasn't activated, so the usual humming sound wasn't present, but in Cy's mind it was. He loved that sound. Just then he got a beep in his earpiece. Cyrus leaned his sword on the wall and touched two fingers to his earpiece, clearing the channel for communication "Alright man, I know you're new to the Order but we have an objective for you. A job is going through to take out a Versai target and your skills at infiltrating will be needed, you are to meet at the bar."

Said bar was where the snappily dressed Assassin happened to be sitting, "I'm already there man, just found the place this morning and have been hanging out, waiting for somebody to show up or give a call. Who will I be working with? I know the Order doesn't send operatives in solo anymore."

"I'm working on that, just keep hanging around the bar and be sure to speak with anyone who enters, since they will almost certainly be on this mission with you."

"Right-o mate, over and out." Cyrus snatched his sword in it's sheath off the wall and moved towards the actual bar itself, nobody was there, so he reached around it carefully, trying not to fall off, and grabbed a bottle.
Vodka
"Well that's a vague label, oh well, good for me." Cyrus fished around for a glass and poured himself some drink. Waiting for others to show up

[mast3rlinkx]

Not far from where Cyrus was sitting, a man sat in the shadows. Cyrus hadn't noticed him, which was what the man wanted. When Cyrus began to drink his vodka, the man received a call in the earpiece on his left ear. The man reached up and pressed a button to accept the call and said in a voice softly, "Hey, J. What is it?... New mission, huh?... Okay, I'm already here... Yeah, I see him... Okay, see you in a bit." With that, he pressed the button again to end the call. He'd created these earpieces and linked them to an encrypted frequency so the damn Versai couldn't track them by their communications. Anyway, the man stood and silently walked over to Cyrus. "Better be careful. Wouldn't want to be so drunk you can't function correctly on the new mission, now do you?" The man was African American, with a buzz cut and a clean-shaven face. His skin was also very light. He wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. On his right arm was a white metal bracer with a button on it, said button issuing a white light. Other than that bracer, he looked completely normal. As a matter of fact, most just mistook the bracer for a cosmetic piece.

[Draconilian]

"Better be careful. Wouldn't want to be so drunk you can't function correctly on the new mission, now do you?"

Cyrus jumped around three feet out of the chair, knocking over his beverage by accident and creating quite a noise, He landed on his feet (thankfully) a space away
"For the love of God I thought I was alone in here! Gah, you Assassin types are good at hiding." Cy took a deep breath and noticed the alcohol spill, grabbing a towel off the nearby table he started wiping it up. "Whoa, now that that is over..." He got up the last of his drink and replaced the bottle. After adjusting his hat, he extended a hand in greeting "I hadn't had much, I'll be fine, Cyrus, or Cy, whichever you like. Nice to meet you...?"

He hoped that there wasn't another Assassin or two with a better grasp of stealth around here, he jumped easily (A natural precaution from having to grow up where any noise could be approaching danger) and didn't want to react with self defense against those who were ostensibly his allies.

[mast3rlinkx]

The man struggled to not chuckle as the man got startled, but kept his composure. "Don't worry, there aren't any more of us here. Forgive the stealthy approach. Force of habit, you know." Cyrus extended his hand in greeting and introduced himself. The man took the hand and shook it. "Pleasure to meet you, Cyrus. The name's Trey. Trey Harker." He pretended to not already know who Cyrus was. J had given him dossiers on all of the potential Assassins they'd gathered. J and Trey had decided to try to restart the Order, and they'd searched for people that would be potential Assassins. Well, Trey had the idea, and J had gone along with it. The two of them went back about two years, since not long after Trey's mentor had been killed by the Versai.

[WitchChild]

Finally, the cyborg stood up and headed to the meeting place. Getting into some normal clothing, a jacket and jeans, he headed out to where everyone would meet. He had sheathed his sword and had it across his back under his jacket. His jacket had a big hood which he used to hide his robotic features though his hair stood out from under it. Apparently the meeting place was a bar, not Azriel's taste but it wasn't his choice in the matter. A quick scan over the bar gave Azriel the information he needed. Two other assassin's, or that is what Az assumed, were already present and seemed to be bantering. Az went straight to a single booth in the corner, deciding to be there until everyone was accounted for. He wasn't a social person, he barely even spoke. Most of his humanity was gone anyway and all he really knew was the mission and the target. Other than that was preparations.

[Hikari Sama]

Michi had finally made it outside of the bar which was to be their meeting place to brief before whatever mission J had in mind. It was pretty old fashioned and a perfect meeting place for assassins. Michi was in her street clothes, skin-tight white pants, knee-high leather boots, black tube-top, and small white leather jacket she looked like just another woman on the street. She stepped through the door announcing her presence to the others and immediately walked towards the bar. "Hey boys it's been a while! I hope you don't mind if I help myself to some refreshment while we wait for the party to start." With that she gracefully poised herself in a handstand over the bar before landing promptly on the other side, picking up a bottle of spiced rum and pouring herself a small glass. She looked around the bar before taking a sip from her glass. "J isn't here yet? That's just like him to keep everyone waiting, oh well I guess it can't be helped. So how is everyone?"

[Storyboy]

J laid out the plans. There wasn't much to them. Just a layout of the building, a rough draft really. They weren't complete blueprints, only drawing of the outer structure. The internal was unknown besides the lobby on the ground floor. Markings were scribbled along the paper, a rare item these days. In red ink there was an arrow with the text tinted windows, target's location unknown. J had read this earlier and went to work on a tool that could heat the glass windows so that the tint would falter.

Some other scribbles said Hotels, Hampton, Hilton, and Holiday. J figured these were marked because they were the tallest buildings near the tower. A good spot to snipe from and would prove useful if he could access the tower from them but he decided not to. If the minds behind the Versai were on there other side of those windows he didn't want to take the risk of making it clear he was breaching. No he's invade from the east on the other end, and whoever was behind the trigger could take cover in one of the upper levels of the hotels.

He took out a blue pen and started marking suggestions of how the team once they arrived could handle the operation. He marked the three hotels. Either they have a sniper that can move between each on easily or have multiple trigger men on each building. If they had the men to spare the later may be the best. If the building went into lock down J would need as much support as he could to get out and if they became aware of the sniper they may need of assistance too.

Next he marked his trail of decent. It would lead from a laundry mat across the street and into one of the floors below. In order to gain the speed he needed he would have to drop three levels to get the angle needed for acceleration. This just meant that he would have to climb back up those three levels once he was in. J tapped the pen on his lower lip and thought. Then he drew an arrow running up the building. He marked it elevator. He wouldn't be riding it like a normal person, instead he'd make his way up it by hand.

Finally he added some notes to the bottom of the paper.
-Have someone cut the power before entry. Power's location: unknown.
-Download blueprints and send them to me. Data located in local servers, wall too thick to hack wirelessly.
-Escape on roof...learn to fly

After that J walked down from his room located above the bar. It was originally the owner's room but he said that if the place was burned down in the search for the assassins, he didn't want to be in it. "Hey everyone." He said as he made his descent. Then he laid out the paper. "Take a look."