[IC] Medieval Assassins

[Scara_blood]

"Split up. Meet back at the garden." Jason goes down a wide hall. "Princess? Oh princess!?"

[WizardGirl]

I put on my Assassin attire and strap my hidden blade to my hand, i take out my sword and put my dagger on my belt. All the guards were at a public execution, so they wouldn't be there, and it was an Assassin's execution so the king and all the others were watching, there would no doubt be a fight between the assassins and templars. But i focus myself on the matter at hand. I walk out of my door with my hood over my face, my hidden blade has "fresh" blood to make it seem like i had killed someone in the last hour or so.

[Scara_blood]

After a hour of searching, Thresh stopped and sat down. "This is impossible."

[WizardGirl]

I step up behind you and ask "What is useless?"

[Scara_blood]

I turn my head and sigh with relief. "Princess, I come with something that was stolen from you."

[WizardGirl]

I kick your leg and flip you over.

[Scara_blood]

I fall face first. "Wasn't Gerry nice!" I say as I swing my legs to hers knocking her over.

[WizardGirl]

I fall on top of you and hold you down.

[Scara_blood]

I stop struggling, and relax. "A little too close there."

[WizardGirl]

I smile as i my hidden blade extends.

[Scara_blood]

"Ooh. Cool toy. Do you have any extras?" I ask.

[Amethyst]

(Sorry but crappy intro post time... Also I usually write in third person but I'll change that if you want me to.)
Amethyst slipped out of her dormitory room. She had begged off of classes for the day because she was "sick." In truth she was just BORED. they never taught anything interesting or even half challenging in her classes, even though she was in the most "advanced" study group at the university. She glanced around the hallway, then, seeing no one around, opened the wooden shutters, backed up a few paces, and took a flying leap outside. Wincing as her shoulders popped when she clutched at a tree branch, Amethyst then hauled herself into the tangled mass of branches and, from a concealed hollow, withdrew her medicine bag, bow, quiver, and assortment of knives. Crossing everything over her slim shoulders, she slid down the tree and into its shadow. There was a public execution going on, she knew, but that didn't interest her. She killed because she had to, not because she wanted to, and she didn't enjoy seeing others' pain. Maybe she would go find some of the older Assassins and see if they had anything interesting to do.

[Assallya]

Morana watched carefully through a veil of hay at the proceedings. The captured assassin was defiant, as they all were, standing in his chains and awaiting to be brought forth onto the grand stage where he would stand beneath the noose. The gypsy girl watched dispassionately as the throng grew. The common folk always loved a good execution. They simply couldn't resist the spectacle. In a life of toil and drudgery, little provided more comfort than watching someone suffering worse than you were.

As she watched a white hooded spectator sidled closer to the wagon, hands caressing his own forearms nervously. Morana waited silently as he came closer and closer. Then the young man braced himself to climb into the wagon of hay she was hiding in. Foolish assassins, they always loved hiding in hay filled wagons. At the last moment Morana reached out and pulled the assassin into the wagon with her, nothing more than the rustle of hay to signal the man's disappearance. In but the blink of an eye she had a knife against the young man's throat and her legs wrapped around his torso.

"What is the plan to rescue your friend?" she whispered softly, sliding the knife's edge up and down his jugular.

The boy said nothing, his fear drying his throat and forcing him to swallow despite himself. It drew out a bead of blood against his pale skin. She then kissed him, drawing her lips slowly along his.

"You could live," she promised him, "and I could make it worth your while, both in coin and... with other things."

Again the boy said nothing, simply staring into her green eyes blue eyes defiantly. She grimaced and thrust her blade up to the hilt into the flesh behind the base of his jaw and up through the open cavity at the base of his skull. With a savage twist, she enlarged the wound and ensured it was fatal.

"Unfortunate," Morana said to the dead boy and kissed him again on the lips before wiping off her blade on his clothing, "I greatly prefer making people rich than killing them."

Moving quickly, she slipped out of the hay and made herself into one of the assembled crowd, watching the impending execution. There would be other assassins out there somewhere. They wouldn't have sent a lone boy, barely trained, to do such a job.

[Sapphire]

Caitlin was now lost and alone inside the Hemparin castle. She had not seen a single person after entering through the gates, making the castle very quiet and serene.

[Scara_blood]

Thresh tried to escape. But he bean to relax.

[WizardGirl]

(Kicked her in the head? Nice quadruple joints, she is ON TOP OF YOU, and looking straight at your face)

[Scara_blood]

(fixed. And yah... My fault.)

[WizardGirl]

Scara_blood said
Thresh tried to escape. But he bean to relax.

"What not enjoying this? Why are you here?" I ask, since you don't know i am the princess yet

[Scara_blood]

"Ah ah. Never said I didn't like it. I do. And I'm here to give... This to the princess." I pull out a necklace.

[Sapphire]

Caitlin was wandering through the castle when she heard the voices, she wouldn't have been able to hear them normally but the castle was quiet enough for the echoes to reach her. Caitlin found a woman on top of Thrash, perhaps she tackled him to the ground because she was his enemy or perhaps for less decent reasons, "Excuse me, but we are looking for the princess, would you happen to know where she is?" Caitlin called out from down the hall.