Assassin rp IC

[Draconilian]

So several things happened at once. Or at least close to it
The man who surprised Cy introduced himself with a slightly shifty look,
A Cyborg entered the premises (though Cy didn't notice)
A girl, in clothes Cyrus would NOT consider very Assassin-like, came in, flipped over the bar and genially inquired to the status of everyone present.

Oh, and the boss man appeared, at last. Laying out the plans and seemingly kicking this thing off. Perfect
"Right-o, I'm not familiar with everyone present, only names I know are J and Trey (rhyme scheme!) And I'm, fairly new to the order. You all are?"

At that moment, somewhat unwillingly, his thermal vision kicked in, projected from his sunglasses, the shades flashed red for a moment before returning to their usual clarity in a low light environment. "Whoa, that was weird... never had that happen before..."

It wouldn't be until later he found the connection between his necklace, sunglasses, and Thermal Vision. The amulet was simply something he had picked up off the street a couple weeks ago. And his sunglasses, like all of his clothes, were stolen from a Versai operated fine clothing shop (had no security. Suckers!) "Heh, now then. Where was I? Oh yeah, names. I'm Cyrus, nice to meet you all, I only know J's name from a message."

[0ddMys3lf]

The thief ran across the room and onto the alley, quickly followed by Kurt Fox, his victim. As he exited, he pushed a man in the pursuer's path but Kurt easily avoided the man with a nicely executed jump that barely slowed him down. Without looking back, the thief crossed a road, almost injuring himself as cars stopped to let him pass. Hot on his tail was Kurt, still chasing the thief down. The robber quickly turned down an alley and hid in one of the many barrels lying on the asphalt. The pursuer, having lost his target, waited for a single sound to indicate the thief's position -he couldn't have gone too far-. The thief, however, took the time to analyse what he had just stolen : a semi-good quality phone worth at least one hundred dollars. A smile started to form on his face the instant before the phone ruined his day with a cheap electronic ringtune. Followed by a kick to the barrel and the feeling of blood on the back of his head as it smashed against the concrete. The phone slid out the barrel. The young man took back his phone and answered it : "Hi... Who is this..?" He asked, curious to know who would call him at this unexpected time. "Whaaat !? Oh man, it's been so long !... Uhuh... Yeah... Alright, I'll be there." he turned to the thief. "Nice chase back there, next time though, pick on someone your own size." And at that, Kurt left in a hurry. It seems like that phone call was very important.

1 hour and 12 minutes later...
Kurt Fox was now running on the rooftops, rushing to go to the rendez-vous point the person on the phone had set for a few hours ago. Yes, he knew he was going to be late, but Kurt didn't seem to care as he was enjoying the moment, quickly jumping from building to building. He felt the adrenaline rush in his veins as he leaped from a tall building. He felt the wind whistle in his short black hair as he flew across the gap. He felt his reflexes kick in as his small figure rolled over the hard surface. He felt his black T-shirt and his dark blue jeans barely keeping up with him as he ran at an impressive speed. For him, this was one of the best feelings in the world. Kurt stopped. His light green eyes scanned the area, looking for any trace of anyone that would be following him. When he thought he was safe, he descended into the road and followed the path that would lead him to his destination.

37 minutes later...
Just as Cyrus asked for names, Kurt burst through the entry door. Exausted, he said :"Hey guys... Sorry I'm... late." He leaned against the wall, catching his breath. He looked around him, the bar was in a good enough shape to be considered an HQ and the others seemed good for the job. Kurt thought : "We have a mission, we have a plan, we have able hands and we have an HQ. Maybe the assassins aren't so screwed after all..".

(any problems with this post, let me know)

[Knighthawk]

'Leopold' came up from the basement with a crate of beer and looked around at the new group of people with a sigh. Counting up the heads he nodded to J and pulled a lever that brought down rolling steel grates to cover the windows as electromagnets hermetically sealed the doors. He took a moment to make sure his fake beard was still in place before he spoke up to the most likely trigger happy group.

"Before you pull your whatever out on me, I'm Leo, I'm the Q to your James Bond right now. I inherited this place as a speakeasy from old Italian Mafia folks before there was a regime change and it fell between the cracks. It has roof access and a basement access to old service ways from prohibition raids. I've spent the last ten years making it into what you see here.

[Shoryu]

[Sorry It's kinda 'eh' compared to what I'd planned, but it got late 'fast' while I was working on it XD]

Muatim had spent a good while alone, training, learning, Hunting, Planning possibilities to blend in, Just waiting for the call about where the Assassin's would be meeting [Yeah it's kinda uneventful and lacking detail, but that kinda 'is' all that was taking place xD], Though once he received that call he found himself surprisingly feeling a bit of anxiety, natural worry about his appearance causing problems or his size making the mission more difficult. Needless to say such concerns cannot be left running rampant in the mind of an assassin, distractions get people killed, Hence why he was a bit late arriving at the Bar that already had several other Assassins within, He'd taken a short time to 'prepare' himself mentally, pausing just out-side to listen, or more accurately, to 'see the sounds' from within the bar, catching a few voices and some movement, but nothing so 'obvious' that it could be something other than an assassin, So he moved on.

A few moments later in the midst of the conversation taking place around the map the Doors flung open suddenly, In walking a Rather Tall figure, Dressed in a thick furred Cloak wearing a fairly unique version of a Plague Doctor's mask, and upon closing the door he spoke "Sorry I'm Late J, I had a little inner disturbance to clean up first, Though it seems I'm 'just' late enough... While you're on the Subject of Introductions, I am Muatim, Though I usually go by Schitz now." He was in no hurry to remove his mask unless someone asked for it, but as he released the cloak it revealed that it was a slightly elastic material that pulled up to take less room than it looked like it should, covered in fluff still, but hanging mainly behind his right Shoulder. [sorta like the 'style' of Ezio's psuedo cloak that covered his right arm, but longer, and stretchy so it's useful for something other than showiness of hiding an arm.]