[IC] An Assassin's Deal(small group RP private)

[Mike the Bloodwolf]

Samuel chuckled slightly before he pointed his hand at Temptation as he said "This time my dear advisor, you will be coming with me of this journey", He said a few worlds in ancient Latin which would make Temptation take on a powerful demon form before Samuel walked down off his throne and summoned a large brood sword from the back of it which flew into his hand. It was a massive sword which stood at almost the same height as Samuel did before he span it round and it vanished into fire. Now Samuel couldsummon it at will to him. He then looked at his royal advisor as he waited

[Greek Myths Rock]

The assassin just smirks at her friend "you have not failed at all my friend. Now let's go pack up some things for this trip" she said patting his back gently in a reassuring type of way. She walked back toward a small cavern spot and breaths onto the door and it opened. It was recognized the guild members breaths as she allowed the part of magic to do that. She came in wher all the hidden stash around everywhere. She got herself how and arrows as well as four hidden daggers.

[Major Ursa]

All those who knew of enough of Sparta hadn't voiced their confusion, but remained seated quietly. The age of darkness had a deep split down the middle, those who saw the age as detrimental to the humans they fed on, their very specific ecosystem...and those who gave no fuc%s.

"Sparta," Beatrice smiled at the Vampire, "Is no legend. And with all the power of the Light Eaters... Failure is impossible. And I can demonstrate why."

At the word 'demonstration', a number of vampires got up from their seats, Eirham gave a piercing glare at the woman, "You do NOT have express permission for this!" It stands to reason...'light eater'...'light'! "If this demonstration has any form of light manipulation, you must be ABSOLUTELTY NUTS if you're asking the council of vampires if this alright with them in the same room!" The male impure blood, who previously was composed and even indifferent in expression looked absolutely livid now.

Claude, on the other hand, held his hands out..."Well, what did you expect? The dear lady expected a pureblood escorted by a half-blood or human bodyguard, not the whole sunless impure blood entourage..." Leaning back on his chair again, Eirham was just about to snap at him when--

*BANG*

The room feel silent as everyone present just about turned or leaned forward to gape at Sir Claudius, who had leaned a little too far back on his chair and, well...fell backwards, chair and pureblood and all. Silvery hair jutted out messily from such a fall, his arms were still cross, and he had the blankest expression on his face...before his lips curled into a smile, and the vampire man began to chuckle at such a thing to happen to him. How disgraceful! Now actively just laughing at himself for looking like such a fool, the others snapped out of their surprised stupor and rushed to his side.

"Sir Claudius!"

"Claudius!"

"Are you alright milord?!"

Still just chilling on the ground at his leisure, even as some gathered round, he couldn't stop the laughter. Wiping his watering eyes with the back of his hand, he let out a fond sigh, before getting up onto his feet, "I surely must be going stir-crazy..."

[ReaptheMusic]

Beatrice, too, had stopped, her poised hand ready to snap when the vampire fell out of his chair.

For a moment she was silent, and though no one looked at her, an expression came across her face. One of... someone struggling to refrain from laughing. A most unattractive face. Yet as soon as she heard Claudius' laughter ringing through the hall, she could no longer hold it in. She laughed, a laugh so contrary to her previous demeanor it may be offsetting. Whimsical, light, airy. The laugh of someone who has cried while doing so, and whilst drunk with mates. Her prisoners she had brought in looked nervous.

"Sir Claudius, you look such a fool!" She said as she laughed, little tears in her own eyes until Claudius righted himself. She calmed herself down, but now she had a true grin on her face. "And to the rest of you, you too are fools but not in the kind what Sir Claudius is. A Light Eater cannot create light. We merely steal it, and even so, my eating habits are not what I am here to demonstrate, but rather matters of heat and of the mind."

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Aagni said nothing. Merely following his leader to the cave, where he collected a single pack, and nothing more. As he waited, he took his seat on the rock near the entrance. For a long time, he sat in silence.

"Why do you ask the aid of the blueblood?"

Finally came his whispy voice. Aagni did not appear to be looking at her, but outside cave entrance where a sole bird had landed, tweeting its merry little heart out. Aagni extended a gloved hand, to which the bird looked at suspiciously before getting onto it and searching for seeds.

[Dragon princess]

Tempation hissed gently excited to be free and roam the world once more. Last he had done it was when lucifer created him and he was in the human world for days on end. He shifted human form his hair long and matted slightly she whistled as a demonic owl flew in dropping a small gem which he took and put away. true it was odd what could this gem do, well only time will tell. He muses gently looking at the prince "onward we go then" muses gently eyes closed and relaxed. He didn't need to see where he was going his enses better then most demons allowed him to walk out of the castle eyes closed.

[Major Ursa]

Claude kept his place on his feet, though others around him became uncomfortable due to the awkward situation of his falling and laughing. Vallewida leaned over from where he sat, holding up a hand rather nervously, but also irritably, "Excuse me, but what is it exactly that you wish to demonstrate? I don't believe I need to highlight why the elements of light and fire are dangerous for a number of us present...how about you use your words before you make your demonstration."

[ReaptheMusic]

"My my, but that would ruin the presentation, wouldn't it?" Beatrice asked,a smirk on her face. She held up her hand once more and snapped her fingers. The movement had been done so nonchalantly... so anticlimactically... and yet...

The First prisoner burst into a flurry of flames. Her bodyguard, whom had taken his chain and held it back so that he could not run to the vampires, kept one hand on the chain at all times. His face was impassive as he watched the screaming, writhing prisoner thrash and fall to the ground where his charred body turned to ash.

It had happened so quickly, lasting only perhaps 20 seconds, but those moments were the longest for the now deceased prisoner. Beatrice lowered her hand and chuckled, her eyes half closed. The remaining prisoner shuddered, tears welling in his eyes as he looked wildly about the room in need of escape.

"Oh that was but a party trick at best, I apologize, I must be off today..." Beatrice sighed, displeased at what she apparently considered a less than flamboyant display of her craft. "I'm lucky to be so full of assets. I still have one thing remaining. You," She spoke firmly, her eyes looking dead at the last prisoner, who quaked in fear. "You've been thinking it for a while, haven't you?"

The Prisoner audibly gulped... and nodded, starting to relax.

"Go on then." Beatrice said, smirking. Her eyes filled with malice and a twisted desire. "Do it."

To everyone's surprised, the bodyguard went to the final prisoner and began to unshackle him.