Jay stretched his arms at the boss' summon. "An hour? I'll make preparations," he said as he readied his ritualistic arrangements.
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Thieves, INC.
Located in Manhattan, NYC.
Sewers of the City
Ranking / Titles: (Every mission, you rank up upon completion)
Lowlife (Everyone how didn't do Mission One: Empire)
Petty Thief (All who did)
New arrival (-)
Sneaky (-)
Average (-)
Light-foot (-)
Godspeed (-)
Expert (-)
Ninja (-)
Guild Director[s] (-)
Guild 2nd In Commander [s] (-)
Asher: "Wake up everyone. The Empire mission starts in an hour. Those who aren't going, say so now. I can promise you some cash if you go. Otherwise, consider yourselves a poor man."
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Jay stretched his arms at the boss' summon. "An hour? I'll make preparations," he said as he readied his ritualistic arrangements.
Heh. Go on, humor me...
When everything burns to ashes, only chaos remains.
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Krad was pretty awake already and stood up fast "A mission?! It looks fun! Send me!" he quickly readied his weapons, the Gun Katars, and wore them and his mask. He saw Booker and called for him "Come on Booker! It'll be fun!"
Let me eat your souls... Thanks.
Booker wakes up quickly after that. "Sounds like my kind of time. Count me in." He says and starts looking for his kit and mask. Finding them both he puts the mask on and starts wrapping his hands in tape." If you say so" he grumbles at Krad. He is clearly still tired. Booker walks over to Krad and asks "Any ideas what the job is?"
Avera sat bolt upright the moment Asher had spoken. She wasn't asleep and hasn't been for a couple hours but she had her eyes closed and hadn't expected to hear anybody up and about quite yet. Guess time slipped from me. She thought and she sat and put her boots on. "Should get ready now if we only have an hour." She mumble to herself standing and slipping a dagger into each of her boots and grabbing her mask.
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"Count me in boss," Yozora said with a yawn. She ruffled her black hair and placed a hand on the katana sheath that was by her right side. She grabbed a couple of silver blades and placing them carefully in the pockets inside her loose kimono.
Walking on a dream
How can I explain
Talking to myself
Will I see again?
"Ara ara..." Donny woke up yawning and tired. He would skip the hygiene for now; it was time for work. He just put on his clothes and gathered his gear. The last thing he got was his knife, which he spun in his hand and in the air before catching and hiding it in the sheath hidden on his body. "Well, let's get this show on the road, eh?"
The calculating 20yo proceeded to lay out his black, stainless steel katana, his Okami mask and the rest of his gear. Rested on his knees, he began to take item by item, leaving the mask for last. Supporting hisself with his right hand, he got up.
Heh. Go on, humor me...
When everything burns to ashes, only chaos remains.
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Asher: "Jay, I swear to god you creep the heck out of me. Those rituals are scary"
"Everybody, let's wait for the others."
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Andreis stifles a curse as he sits up in bed, back cracking as he does so. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair a few times, a poor man's comb. He didn't undress before sleeping, figuring something like this was going to happen, and swings his legs off the bed. His boots make a heavy clink when they hit something on the floor, and he bends over to pick up his mask. He's gotten used to it by now, and doesn't cut himself on any of the sharp metals that protrude from it. It chills his skin when he puts it on, but heats up quickly enough for it not to be a bother.
He stands up and stretches, his back cracking again, deliberately this time. "Up up and away, I guess."