[IC] Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

[Hitman]

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?

@Blackened World @grandia20 @Shadow Daedalus

[Blackened World]

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.

[grandia20]

Kyy was mumbling in his sleep, having a nightmare about failing his comrades. Losing that informant a month ago had taken a toll on him, feeling that if his Intel gathering had been better, they could've saved him. Luckily for him, the sun was beaming in his eyes. He yawned and crawled out of bed, throwing some pants on but not bothering with a shirt.

Walking out of his room, he felt a certain air to the place, one he hadn't felt for the passed month. That could only mean one thing. "This time will be different. I'm stronger now." He told himself as he headed to the kitchen. As he entered, he spotted Gwyneth and smiled. "Morning cutie." He made himself a cup of coffee, looking around. "Anyone else up yet?"

[Blackened World]

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.

[SpawnMeme]

Cochise Tarak

@grandia20 @Blackened World
Gwyneth and Kyy would smell the scent of a morning meal being cooked overneath one of the stoves, the sound of boiling water in a pot on the stove following with the otherwise rather quiet kitchen, especially in the mornings. A set of low sighs would be heard as they would hear it come from a certain individual stationed before one of the stoves in the kitchen. The man whom stood before it was a moderately sized individual, standing at the height of 5'6" with a moderate build that spanned across his limbs. Not all completely muscle with a a slight gut, a set of dark brown hair that was kept cut rather short, and slightly reddish skin that made up the complexion of his skin. He wore a set of deerskin clothing that was consisted of a deerskin shirt, trousers, a belt, a bandooler added with that of an odd red glowing necklace in the shape of a skull made of solid iron situated around his neck.

He already seemed to have been up for some time, although waking up earlier than most westerners was something he always did, due to having had to do so in order to be ready to move at a moment's notice from place to place back in his home out East. He appeared to be chewing on something as he was seen scrambling a set of eggs with the end of a steel hunting knife he had recently cleaned. A set of several plates had been placed onto a nearby table in the dining room, seeming rather fresh due to the scent they possibly gave off to the two. A funny thing about the man known as Cochise, the newest member to the group, was he was doing all of this with his full clothing and gear on, a revolver stuffed into a deerskin holster at his side and a lever action rifle slung over his back, tomahawk and club at his side on his belt.

Cochise would turn about and raise a brow at both Gwyneth and Kyy, looking to them with a familiar set of curious, wild brown eyes as he'd gesture off to the plates of fresh eggs coupled with venison jerky, "You two... eat now, made other plates for those who woke early."

[Hitman]

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."

[Blackened World]

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.

[Shadow Daedalus]

As the saying goes; Speak of the Devil, he's sure to appear. Or in this case, a certain dragon-wielding assassin. Icarus stepped into the kitchen shortly after Gwyneth mentioned his name, laughing silently at her comment about hunger. "You don't have to worry about me Gwyn, I'm not the one that needs to eat for 3." He leaned across the table to grab an apple from the bowl in the center before crossing over to the cooking tops and brewing himself some coffee. High-quality beans from the southern territories, bought cheap at a market near the border and one of the few things he's quite possessive about.

Coffee in hand, he rounded the table and took his seat. He deliberately waved it closer to Kylie as he passed her, a teasing grin on his face. As he took his seat, he nodded to the other two men of Night Raid before settling down into his seat, arms crossed with the thumb of his right hand idly stroking the red fabric around his upper left arm. It was a gift he had once given to his fiancee, now it was the only thing he had to remember her by, along with the silver ring hanging on a chain around his neck. He'd moved on, 6 years is a long time after all, but he didn't want to forget her. Shaking his head a tiny amount, he re-engaged with the conversations around him, waiting for the briefing to start. "I'm curious too. It's our first major mission in over month." After the team almost failed the mission a month ago, Icarus had devoted a lot of time into improving his skills with the Tyrant's Heart, and he was looking forward somewhat to applying that in the field, especially his improvements with Balmung's various firearms forms.

[SpawnMeme]

Cochise Tarak

The Easterner would return Icarus' nod as he would finish off what he was cooking, before going to place down a solid haunch of smoked venison right beside the table that Gwyneth was standing by, a low sigh escaping the man's mouth as he'd look between the few that had just came into the kitchen. Lowly grumbling he'd turn about to start working on the plates of eggs once again, cranking out another within a few minutes as he'd lay the plate off to the side, noting there were now three plates again for any of the members that wanted some form of breakfast. The Easterner would reach out to drink from a large canteen filled with filtered water, something he had bought from one of the markets within the southern territories on the off-time they were given, rather useful since it filtered the water for him and didn't need to make him have to boil such in order to make it healthier for him to consume.

The man would turn to gesture off to the new plate of eggs he had just finished to Icarus, speaking to him in a light tone, "Eat the food, before it wastes", which he would say briefly before turning about to lower the temperature settings on the stove, he found it odd how he could control how hot the stove was with a dial, and that it needed a metal object to help heat such.

He'd then idly wave off to the woman as a low sigh escaped his mouth as he went back to work, this time making something out of the fat of the deer he had bagged the other day, him making something out of the fat of the deer as he'd stop for a moment and raise a brow at Kylie, "I have to ask again, how come you got the color hair you do again?"

[Hitman]

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.

[grandia20]

Kyy smiled when his favorite pinkette entered the kitchen and winked at him, returning the gesture. When Cochise offered up the food, he smiled. "Thanks man. I'm starved." He sits down to eat, having a bit more manners than Gwyneth but not much. He looked up as his fellow Armor type walked in. "Morning Draco." He chuckled at his nickname for him.

He listened in as everyone asked about the mission, curious as well. "I know, no matter what it is, I should head in first. I can get us some intel before we make any big moves. It'll help keeping everyone safer." He looks at his food, playing with it a bit.

[Hitman]

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.

garb fc

"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.

@Blackened World @grandia20 @SpawnMeme @Shadow Daedalus

[Blackened World]

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.

[SpawnMeme]

@Agent 47

The easterner would let out a low sigh as he'd now finally be done dealing with serving breakfast, slowly shoving the remaining food no one would eat into the refridgerator for anyone to eat later if they so desired. He had been with the group for at least some time now despite being the youngest member, and arguable the least powerful or least wanted of it, due to not exactly having put himself on the Empire's hitlist much unlike half the others of the group. The idea of being capable of saving a meal was still odd to him, him making note of the fact that all the others besides Gwyneth seemed to be picky with what they got. He still wasn't used to western living, which consisted of mannerisms, customs and forms of dress he was still not used to, as in the case of the boss whom he found odd in how he dressed.

He was one to just take any information offered to him and work off of it, at this point he was trying to rid himself of his grudge towards sustained conflict and these... missions and training they've done off to the side have helped him to a degree. He never really said much, as could be noted by the others about missions but he always would double guess himself and ask questions in their place.

He'd wave his hand over off to Kylie to gesture to her as he sat down with his own plate of eggs and the canteen of water, eating and drinking a bit before answering her, "I'll take your offer up on the spar... going to guess it'll be unarmed?"

[Shadow Daedalus]

Icarus was laughed at the antics of his pink-haired teammate before accepting the offered plate from his tribal comrade with a raised eyebrow. "Cochise, you don't have to make me breakfast. Thanks anyway though." He shook his head with a sigh before hurriedly eating the meal and pushing the emptied plate forward. He fell quiet again as the conversation continued, mentally conceding Kylie's point that none of them could really be sure that it was, in fact, a mission assignment until the Boss confirmed it for them.

His eyes flicked over to the door as the man in question arrived, greeting him with a wordless nod and listening to the quick morning briefing until he strode out again. Icarus waited for a few seconds, going over a few things in his head before draining the last of his coffee and rising from his seat. "I'm going to get some practice with Balmung's firearm modes in the woods to the east of the hideout. Need to improve my awareness in tighter areas, and my effectiveness at longer ranges. If someone wants to come with me, they're welcome to." As it was, Kylie was Night Raid's only dedicated long-range specialist but her Inari lacked the range of the Roman Artillery, which gave the Empire a deadly advantage should they deploy it, and the weapon's basis as a bow and arrow severely limited her effectiveness at closer ranges and indoors. With enough practice and experimentation, Icarus could cover those weaknesses with Fafnir and Balmung. Finishing his words, he placed the used coffee mug in the sink and waited for a moment, just in case someone decided to tag along after all.

[grandia20]

Kyy was just finishing his food as the boss walked in. "Morning Boss." He listened carefully to the mission, thinking about possible outcomes. As the failed mission was mentioned, he frowned. He was used to it but it still stung nonetheless.

He looked over as Kylie and Icarus mentioned training, finishing his coffee. "I'd love to join either one or both of you. I may not be the best in a fight but it couldn't hurt, just in case." He smiles, standing up and stretching. "Let me just grab a shirt real quick."

[Hitman]

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.

@Blackened World @grandia20 @SpawnMeme @Shadow Daedalus

[SpawnMeme]

Cochise Tarak

@Agent 47
The easterner would finish eating his own meal quickly, before making his way back to his own room. His room was somewhat like a nature museum if it could be described as such, due to the fact that as one opened the door, one would have to make their way past a set of braided wild horse hair. Once someone would pass that barrier, would they make note of the various amounts of horns and heads mounted on each end of the wall. Any shelf that belonged to the room held some sort of tool, weapon, or ornament carved from various parts of many animals. The easterner's own rack was covered in a set of hand knitted quilts gathered from the southern territories as sheets, with braided wild horse hair dangling like beaded necklaces all over such.

He decided to place his belt away, following with all the weapons and tools he had on him at the time. Although he reconsidered it and took it all back up, using the time to adjust his uniform before he left the room and made his way down the stairs to the training room. The man would be seen by Kylie whom would lay his weapons and tools and belt, alongside the skull-like Imperial Arms off onto a nearby shelf. He'd go to lean up against the wall across from her and raise a brow briefly before speaking in a light tone, "I'm here and ready, mostly."

[grandia20]

Kyy laughs when Kylie mentions his clothes. "Hey, I did say I'd throw a shirt on." He heads to his room, throwing a black tanktop on before brushing his hair. He pocketed Baal so he wouldn't be tempted to use it but he knew better than to go anywhere without it in case of an attack.

He walked over to the training room and smiled when he saw Kylie. "Heya. I'm ready whenever you are." He placed his hands in his pockets though, as if not afraid of her.

[Hitman]

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.

@Blackened World @grandia20 @SpawnMeme @Shadow Daedalus