Kylie Jean Mariner

The early morning light would shine through the windows of the Night Raid headquarters, signifying that morning had come again. One of the occupants of the building would slowly awake, stirred by the rousing sun. She laid spread on the bed in her room, dressed in a simple pale gray nightshirt, which reached down to just above her knees. She closed her eyes, rolling her head away from the windows, but eventually the bright lights would be too hard to avoid, and so she stood, stretching her lithe figure, before exiting her room.

The tactically positioned headquarters of Night Raid was built into the side of a mountain, about 10 or so miles from the capital. Kylie entered the main room of the hideout, noticing the presence of several manilla folders on the table typically used for meetings by the members of the group, which meant one thing- a mission. Kylie was giddy with excitement. It had been a long month of training after Night Raid had almost failed their last mission (several deviations from the plan and poor Imperial Arms handling lead to the death of a Revolutionary informant), but Kylie felt she was ready to go for this next one. She was dying to read the case files on their next assignment, but she knew from experience that the Boss would certainly want her to wait.

Holding back her desire to take a peak, Kylie sat back in the sofa in Night Raid’s living space, waiting for the other members to awaken. Maybe one of them would make breakfast. Kylie would offer to, but she was a horrible cook and cleaner, and attempted to perform cleaning duties as seldom as possible. Her body jittered in excitement. What was more exciting than a life-or-death mission to kill corrupt Empire officials, after all?

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Gwyneth grunted in annoyance as the rays of the morning sun crashed upon her face, her room suddenly illuminated with yellow radiance. If there was just one thing she really hated, it certainly was waking up early in the morning. She's usually the most tired between her teammates, with the whole 'Burn calories like there's no tomorrow' thing. Add that to the fact that they had been training like crazy after that mission a month ago, which she was better not remembering. Using her powers, she accelerated her heartbeats to wake up faster than what she would originally take. Blankets aside, she stood up while stumbling a little, dressed in a plain black shirt and white pants with her blonde hair in a mess. With a last yawn, she dressed herself in her normal clothes and tied her hair up, even if it was too early. Better be ready for anything.

While walking through the hallways of the rather big headquarters, she noticed how almost all of her friends were sleeping, except one. "Kylie's awake, I suppose..." She said to herself, wondering where she may be. Telling herself that she would stumble upon Kylie later, Gwyneth kept walking, her destination being the kitchen. A simple coffee could maintain her strength for some time. She wanted to eat more, but knowing how the things went the last time she tried to cook, which involved a lot of fire, the blonde was better with something simple.

After helping herself, she sipped the hot drink, and started pondering around about a number of things. Given on how the last mission went, she could tell that there was a certain air of excitement in the place. Maybe her friends were eagerly expecting the next mission to prove themselves, or maybe not. Everyone had their own reasons to be. Gwyneth was a little more calm about it. Of course, she was excited in her own way, but any mission could go bad if a little misstep was taken. Lives could be lost, and she wasn't looking forward to that in any time soon. Destroying the Capital and its corruption was a good thing, but the members of Night Raid are also humans. Even if it's small, the probability of one of them dying is...

...Still small. She would make sure none of them were hurt, even if that meant making greater sacrifices.

The voice of the one known as the Gale Knight snapped Gwyneth out of her thoughts. Ignoring the not very subtle flirt of Kyy, and his lack of shirt, she retorted. "I think Kylie is up, too, but I didn't look up for her yet" She said simply, before taking another sip of her coffee. "... She's probably the most excited about a new mission, so maybe she's already in the meeting room. Honestly, I don't know" Gwyneth deduced.

She left the already empty cup, and proceeded to exit the room to go and find Kylie. Before opening the door, her red eyes rested on the almost-nude form of her comrade. "And put on some clothes, heart-breaker. Not every woman will find attractive you running half-naked" She teased with a small grin, finally turning around and walking forward with the intention of finding her pink-haired friend.

Kylie Jean Mariner

Kylie heard footsteps. Years of Night Raid experiences had left her ears,more acute than the average individual, and the quiet Night Raid headquarters facilitates the travel of sound. Shifting out of the comfortable sofa, Kylie moved to the hallways. If she knew her comrades, she would expect them to be in the kitchen, drinking that foul liquid called coffee to boost their energy.

Kylie was right on her hunch- she saw Gwyneth in the doorway, speaking to somebody else. Kylie gave her a sweet smile. "Hey, Gwnny!" she called out to the fellow female Night Raid member. She waltzed into the kitchen, giving the shirtless Night Raid member a coy wink, and turning to Cochise. "You're a lifesaver," she said to the newer member, taking a plate. "I thought I would starve to death here."

Gwyneth perked up, and her eyes lighted up a little at the appearance of Kylie, before returning to normal. "Good morning, Kylie. I was going to search for you, but it seems that it wasn't necessary" She informed the pink haired assassin. The blonde felt some sort of kinship with the mariner, as they both lost at least one of their parents to the Empire. As she was a little older and more sociable, Kylie was like a big sister for her. "Then...The only one who isn't here is Icarus. I hope he shows up soon. An empty stomach is an assassin's worst enemy" Gwyneth stated with a serious face while grabbing a plate, her stomach growling a little.

"Thanks for the food, Cochise" She tanked the Easterner's kindness, before eating in a very not-graceful way her food. Manners be damned, her life was at stake here. Literally. "So, do you know what's our mission now, Kylie?" The blonde asked curiously the woman. Seeing as she woke up first, it was probable the possibility of her knowing what they were going to later.

Kylie Jean Mariner

Kylie's eyes glimmered at the sight of the fellow female assassin. They were the only two girls on Night Raid, and Kylie cared deeply for the slightly younger girl. It was good to stay with the girl of her gender when people like Kyy are prancing around shirtless. "I didn't check the mission folder. You know how the Boss is. Likes to be the guy that does the briefing- everything is supposed to be kept under wraps until we need to know." She shrugged. "I don't screw with him though. He doesn't use an Imperial Arms, but that doesn't make him any less dangerous to us."

Icarus arrived, waving the foul brew at her in a deliberate attempt to tease her. With great flair, Kylie dramatically keeled back, as though she had been mortally wounded by the caffeinated beverage. "Urck...aggh....ehh..." she grunted, before laughing and returning back to her seat. "In all seriousness though, I'm pumped for this mission."

Cochise approached to ask about her hair. Kylie ran a hair through her bright fuchsia hair. "Partly natural, actually,
but some dye helps it keep its fabulous color," she said, flicking her hair with a wink.

Kylie Jean Mariner

"Let's not get too sure that there is a mission," Kylie stated. "Could just be some of the Boss's paperwork. You know what's he like, with his boring diplomacy and stupid desk jobs-"

The door flew open with a sudden bang, and with another instance of "speak of the devil," the Boss arrived in the room. Tall, muscular, and with neat black hair and a handlebar mustache, he looked rather well despite his growing age. A crisp black suit covered his body, which for the members of Night Raid was nothing new. He was always formal, diplomatic, and polite. He glared at Kylie, who shifted to escape his evil eye. Then, with a shift of personality and a hearty laugh, he waved at the members of Night Raid.



"I trust you're all doing well," he said courteously, laying the manila folder that he was carrying down on the table. "I overheard you talking about the mission later today. I'll disclose the details later, but it can never hurt to give you the run-down on your own mission."

He placed the thinnest folder on the kitchen table and opened it up. "Your target is Buta, an oil merchant living in a manor not far from here. While he isn't directly associated with the Empire, he is a cruel human being that is known to murder salespeople tat disagree with him. Bribery allows him to stay above the law, but he will soon learn that fate catches up fast."

The Boss closed the folder. "As usual, we wait until night to strike, so you have plenty of time to prepare before we convene to execute our plan. Don't think this is an easy assignment just because you seriously botched your last mission. Buta has his own personal guard stationed at his manor. He's no pushover when it comes to security."

The Boss turned to leave. "I'll be waiting at the meeting table at 7 o'clock sharp. Don't fail again," he said with a wink, before leaving the kitchen.

Once he was out of earshot, Kylie sighed. "He's been like that for the past month. We have to nail this mission, or I swear." She cracked her neck. "I'm going to go run and get changed. Anybody up for a quick sparring match afterwards?
Nothing serious, I don't want to beat any of you guys up too badly," she said with a playful wink.

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The boss was a enigmatic person, that was for sure. To this day Gwyneth couldn't really tell what was happening through the man's mind. She was snapped out of her thoughts at the calling of her pink-haired friend, who suggested the idea of a little sparring match before the actual mission.
"While I would want to train with you Kylie, stamina is something I can't spare so easily. I'll just to prepare myself mentally until tonight's mission" Gwyneth simply said, her plate already empty. She really wanted to do some preliminary training, but the thought of collapsing in the middle of the mission due to dehydratation was a big no-no for the blonde. She lifted herself up of her chair, and without uttering a word, walked out of the kitchen. In some minutes she reached her room, and alongside her bed was a black sword with golden accesories. She grabbed, and a faint orange light emanated out of the blade. "This time...I won't fail. I promise, father." And with that, Gwyneth picked up a book which was one of her favorite stories, and went to the living room of the Headquarters to entertain herself until she was needed.

Kylie Jean Mariner

"Alright then. I'd definitely like to see what both of you can do in close quarters without Imperial arms. Haven't really gotten a good opportunity in recent times," Kylie said, turning to the door. "I'm going to throw something wearable on. I'd recommend you do so too," she said to Kyy. "I'd rather not be distracted while in combat."

Kylie went to her bedroom, changing into a cream-colored tank top and a pair of blue shorts. She quickly ran a comb through her knotted pink hair before putting on a pair of sneakers and exiting to the training grounds- which was hardly more than a large, dusty expanse with a single training dummy (it was orange with a picture of the Prime Minister's face glued onto it, as well as several sword slashes and arrows poking out in various places). Kylie leaned back against the wall of the hideout, waiting for whoever was coming to fight her to come and fight her.

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Kylie Jean Mariner

Kylie waved at the two men that came to join her quick sparring session. "Guess we're all ready," she said with a shrug, stepping into the middle. "As a trained martial artist myself, I think I'll be the one to take both of you on."

She stepped back into a stance, closing her eyes and focusing. She had spent much of her life focusing on this, on training to become stronger, so that she could eventually defeat the Empire. This was just a stepping stone to he rend goal. Her punching her allies in training was just a step in the stairway to punching the Prime Minister to death. Her breathing rate sank to a calm level, and she opened her orange eyes.

"Alright, you can come at me now. I'm ready," Kylie said, her weight shifted back, ready to defend. Her limber muscles tensed as she anticipated the first attack from both of the men. She had been fighting men all her life- the two Night Raid assassins were nothing new to the pink-haired girl.

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