Kyle looked around at the tavern he was sitting in called The Black Thorn. He drank a large cup of ale and revealed the big message board on the wall. That called for the the death's of gang bosses and nobles. Along with the way they where to meet there end. The guild got a cut of the commission when the contract was collected. Kyle smiled at his bartender and said " Seems so long ago that i was just a wet nose pup, taking jobs from that board. " Kyle smiled and it was not a pretty thing he knew. Know one knew he was the head the only few that knew where the bartender and some of the higher members of the guild. After all no one in the Warren would take his guild seriously. So he made a few token appearances wearing a steel mask. And just to keep people guessing he also used his Bartender as his look a like.
He smiled as he heard the door man give the challenge "thieves prosper" Than the answer "the rich remember" Kyle knew it was one of the many save guards he had in his bar., and that if someone failed to answer properly they would be refused. And the door man was armed with a hand cross bow.

The man walked in was called Shivers he was one of the guilds best poisoners. He wondered up to the bar and smiled at Kyle it and said in a horse voice " I'll have what he is havin"
Kyle smiled at a old friend of his "so you looking for some work ? " He asked with a grin as he sild a flyer over to him of a job. Slivers put it in a belt pouch and downed a good part of his drink. than smiled at Kyle toasting him with a cup.
Kyle stood a litte more wobbly than he ment to. He was performing his drunkeness. The ale he was drinking only had little to no alcohol in it.

As his mark went into the bar he stepped down from the rafters to follow. he heard him say something, but Alacore couldn't be sure what. as he entered the inn, the barkeep said "thieves prosper,"
"and the rich die." I uttered toward him. Everyone turned to look at Alacore, still wearing his mask. he approached a man taking a drink and said, "do we have to mess up this fine establishment or can I kill you out side, silver was it?" he said in a death like tone, his Work voice as he calls it. Alacore put his left hand on silver's shoulder and right hand on Farlorn, ready to draw at any moment.

Kyle sighed as he watched a man barge into the bar. Kyle waved to the door man so the man would not get a bolt in the back. He raised his voice so it carried across the bar. "Everyone out now !" Kyle barked and the tavern cleared out like the place was on fire. A lot of the guild respected Kyle, leaned into Tavar the barkeep and said "summon the master" It was code for him to dressed up like Kyle on a job. Tavar was telepathic so it would match up and he knew exactly how Kyle would react and what to say.

Kyle looked at the masked man "You must be some kind of idiot, walking in to a guild bar and trying to kill one of his members. Granted if you where to take a shot i would not stop you. This is neutral ground and if i where to respond here i would lose my tender with the Guild. However If you where to attack it would start a war . I am not saying you should not do it. But i would encourage you to think about what you are starting here." Kyle lifted his tanker to his lips as he spoke. He had a dagger up his sleeve he was ready to drop into his hand if things where to go sideways. Shivers eyed the man a poison throwing dart between his index finger and middle ready to throw. Shivers gift was he was impervious to poison and venom.

"I don't mean to be rude mister, kyle, is it? I'm not here for you, only silver here. and if this do's end up starting a war. I am hired by a close and old friend of mine to capture him, not kill. otherwise there would be no mess and I wouldn't have shown myself." taking another look at the man that he thought was silver, he saw that one very important feature was missing. a vertical scar on his left temple. "Shit, this ain't silver, I don't even know who you are! Goddammit, i lost him. well I am very sorry for this inconvenience and i must find my mark before he disappears entirely." Alacore then turned to leave the inn.

Just than the door to the tavern burst open showing Tavar dressed as Kyle when he was doing business mottled gray cloth shirt and pants that was backed with steel plate. A wide leather belt that hung four daggers, and a short sword. He mimicked Kyle's predatory walk and liquid grace so easily it was unsettling. Even though Tavar had none of Kyle's mastery of the weapons that hung at his belt. though what caught the eye most was the shimmer steel mask that looked like a demon's head. He even used Kyle's other mannerisms and voice . "Well looks like a lost fox has found his way into the wolves den. Can i help you ? " Tavar's voice was smooth and sure like that of one of the aristocrats.

Tavar thought and sent a message to Kyle 'should we stab him and throw him off the docks ? '

Kyle kept a blank face as he thought back 'no i don't know this man named Silver. though i would like to know what he did to piss someone off so much they would want to capture him.' Kyle and Tavar both knew the only reason someone would go to the trouble of capture was for extended torture especially in a place like the Warren.

Kyle spoke aloud " Hey if you want you might want to try the Thieves highway it's one of the fastest ways to get around the city " Kyle baited him with this information if he was local he would know what Kyle was saying, The thieves highway was the term used for the roof tops of the Warren where if one was agile enough they could run from roof top to roof top avoiding guards and checkpoint along with not having to bother with the network of alleyways and streets that made up this cramped part of the city.

Vivian was too busy staring at the note in her hand to notice the people walking out of the bar, she walked straight into the bar, the door open already. She hadn't even looked up until she was leaning on the bar and she looked around. Her face hidden under a hood, a bandanna and red goggles. She glanced around "Are you closed?". She stood with her back on the bar and her eyes scanning the only people in the place, kinda hard to see under her goggles though.

Kyle nodded to Tavar letting him deal with the new comer in the mask. Kyle moved and pushed up the hinged part of the bar,"Nah we just had a little mix up is all" Kyle said as he stepped behind the bar, he looked at the inventory. Kyle poured an ale with an expert flick of the wrist he cut the head off the top of the ale. He sat it next to the elbow of the woman in goggles and smiled "looking for some work we got a mark board in the back" Kyle said pointing to the door to the back room. Where Kyle could give her the details of any job on that board.

Alacore left the bar the same way he entered, the main door. he then looked down an alley and started dashing to find the last confirmed place the mark was. "Wait till I get my hands on you, slimy son-of-a-bitch." he then rounded the corner as the bar keep came do deal with the assassin, barley seeing him as Alacore turned the corner.

Tavar sighed as he watched the man leave. Sighing he climbed the stares and went out a second floor window. jumping to the roof top he began shadowing the masked man. His feet pounding on the angled wood and rough stone. Fingers sliding down as he slid down one braising his feet on the edge of the roof, Tavar watched as the man turned the corner..

Vivian lent on the bar, glancing back as the two men ran out of the bar, she wanted to question this but thought better of it and turned to the man behind the bar. She slowly slid her bandanna down but kept her goggles on. "[b] I'm currently already on a job at the moment, and on any other day I was graciously turn down the offer, But, this bloke seems to be harder to find then a needle in a stack of needles, So, I might as well make a little coin while I'm on the job, What ya got darlin?" Her lips curving into a smile as she studied the man.

Kyle smiled and pulled out a stack of flyers flashing a wink he said " Well gang leaders a few merchants and some aristo's " Kyle laid out stacks of each class of person. It had a drawing of the person along with a brief distinction along with mode of assassination. And in bold on the bottom was the price on there head. " pick your poison " Kyle rummaged threw the bar taking out a bottle of spiced rum pouring himself a bit in a glass tumbler. Taking a swallow he pointed to the gang leaders pile. " Gang lords are a dime a dozen, and normally the contract does not care how they die" . Another swallow and Kyle pulled out a tin of tobacco and a piece of paper rolling it into a cigarette Kyle lit it off a tapered candle puffing he pointed to the merchants pile "Merchants are a bit more picky on the mode of death but there is more coin and half up front " Kyle exhaled a cloud of smoke blowing a ring. "Last Nobs they are normally poisoning or sneaking in and cutting throats in there sleep. But if you need a lot of coin quickly this is the job you take. Though you normally will be fighting some of there guards. Though there is a sign on payment" Kyle smiled he touched his powers dimming all the lights in the room to the point that they only cast light a few inches around them. Kyle's eyes adjusted the dark never affected his eyes if there was any light even a little he could see.
"More comfortable ? " Kyle asked taking a drag on his cigarette blowing the smoke out of his nose.
Kyle's long hair was held in place by a strip of leather, Kyle was not tall only five foot seven, average size for most men. His dark gray eyes where steel. He wore boiled leather with plate over his vitals. A short sword strapped horizontally across his back. His vest exposed the scars down his arms from the fights and jobs along with his guild tattoo on his forearm. He was lean from fighting and body conditioning, taking another drink he watched his gust.

Vivian glanced over the flyers, placing her hand on them and moving them around to get a good look. She leaned her torso over the bar, her hood falling back, letting her auburn hair to fall down her shoulders. Her eyes hidden but they scanned the flyers careful "I don't generally do assassinations, but then again, I didn't think I was gonna do half the jobs I have done, so lets see....... I do too much work for Gang lords to kill one of 'em, don't want to tarnish my reputation after all, so....I think a merch is the way to go" She lifted her head up, watching the man in front of her, Hmmm a guild...interesting . She pulled out the merchant flyers and spread them out " Seen any of these buggers around lately?, I don't particularly want to go out of my way to kill 'em, seeing I might be waiting awhile for my....client ".

Kyle laughed than swept the noble flyers off the table stashing them under the bar. "Sorry these are for members" Kyle took another drink and had to forcing himself form looking at her assets as she leaned over the bar. He shook his head than pulled a rag from a bar and started polishing it with practiced ease. "Well Bort with a bounty of seven hundred gold coins, is known to travel with six or seven body guards. Needs to be made an example of in public" Kyle said his cigarette in his mouth waggling with his words. He took a drag the ash falling on the bar. "However we will pay good money for information. " Kyle wiped the ash off the bar with the rag.

Kyle looked as a big man with a club walked in. Kyle moved in a blur vaulting over the bar drawing his sword in mid air. Landing on his feet gracefully taking a stance that was useful for cramped conditions. In an expert flurry of blows the man was pushed out. Curing he kicked the man in the nuts. "And Stay out you people are not welcome here." Kyle said he was not even breathing hard. sheathing his sword he moved back behind the bar. Kyle sighed stubbing out a cigarette in a tray, "Sorry local gang enforcer. He thinks he owns everything in this part of The Warren . Hell i would pay you four hundred gold to dust him." Kyle said only half joking.

She raised an eyebrow " Hmmm, really? " She pulled a small dagger from a sheath on her thigh. She pulled her hood up and tossed her goggles on the counter, making sure to hide her eyes she made her way out the door, standing on the stone road she looked down the road at the man marching down the road, she twirled her dagger in her hand and flicked her wrist, throwing the dagger, she waited until she saw the man drop to his knees, it had hit him, where, she wasn't sure, but he definitely looked dead. She laughed as she made her way back into the bar, her eyes closed as she pulled on her goggles again. " Right love, you owe me 100 gold, and I'll be taking that Bort mark too ". She smirked and snatched the rest of his spiced rum, taking a swig.

Kyle smiled and dropped two purses of coins on the bar. Looking at the tumbler she held and smiled as he poured himself another drink. "By the way my name is Blint." He moved back down the bar looking at the stock making notes in his head. Kyle pushed up the hinged part of the bar and moved out with another tumbler he poured himself another few fingers of rum. Kyle took another mouthful of rum swallowing he grinned playfully winking ."So if you i was wondering why wear such dark goggles in a almost pitch black room ? " Kyle asked still using his powers to dampen the darkness. Turning his mind to the ether he tried to puzzle together her powers, though the pull on the ether she used was not one he was familiar. Every Warrener drew on the Nexis for power to use there gifts. Though it was limited to the amount of the power one could handle going threw there body. And reading and pulling on that power was a specialty of his.

Vivian chuckled as she put the purses in a bag around her waist " Blint huh?, your parents must of hated you. It's Vivian " She smirked then sighed when he asked " Ah well, If you must know, I see far better in the dark, then light....and my eyes aren't that....... appealing to others, happy? " She finished the drink she stole.

"Well Vivian i never knew them so i am not sure" Kyle waved his hand pulling the shadows around him so he was just a shape of darkness. "so can you see me ?"Kyle asked lifting a brow. Than he smiled "You know self consciousness about a tool's of your body is..."Kyle trailed off than lifted his arms that where still in shadow "over two thirds of my body is covered in scar tissue. I know i will never be a dashing gentlemen or a fop ." Lifting the bottle of rum he poured her another drink. Still holding the shadows around him.

She frowned slightly " Well then Mr Blint, I hadn't noticed them, but you are the most dashing Warrener I've met so far, although, not a lot of competition " She set her glass down and un-did her goggles, placing them on the bar, opening her eyes slowly. They were pitch black, no light escaping them, no iris, no white of the eyes, just black, blank eyes. Her eyes stared right at him, but it was hard to tell,for they held no emotion or gave a clue where they looked. " Thats a neat trick, but I don't know how handy it is for a barman, a barman with very good sword skills might I add "

Kyle smiled as he dropped his shadow if always felt strange as the shadow slid over his skin. "I dabble in sword play as to my neat trick i am still am a Assassin and going unseen does make it easier. " Kyle said smiling as he knocked back the rest of his drink. Smacking his lips Kyle felt the affects of the rum starting to take hold. Saying Kyle dabbled in sword play was like saying a hunting cat dabbles at stalking it's pray. There where a few times jobs went tit's up he had to fight up to twenty armed guards to a stand still.

Kyle drew the dagger he had up his sleeve , and flicked his wrist over his shoulder . It hummed as it landed of center of the dart board behind him with a thud. The handle quivered . Kyle missed the bull's eye like he meant to trying not to blow his cover with this woman

Vivian laughed as she watched him throw his dagger, missing the bull's eyes " Must be the rum " She chuckled and yawn, pulling on her goggles once more. " I better go find that merch, Don't wanna waste too much time on him " She walked to the door, but turned on her heel and dropped two gold on the bar. " Thanks for the drink love "