Flightless_Soul

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@Nikki Moonlight

The cover of a father taking his adopted Japanese daughter to visit her mother was sufficient enough to avoid any suspicion, but the five star accommodations generously provided by Boss Natsume, well...those were more or less the perks of being an assassin for Requiem. It wasn't all just swimming pools and gourmet food though. They were here on business and that business...was killing.

Don't get too comfortable, malyshka. We still have a job to do." The Russian sternly spoke tossing a navy blue travel bag on the bed, making an audible clatter. "This bag contains everything you will need. Your weapons, dossiers on your targets, and floor plans of the Maracoli Mansion, including guard routines and surveillance camera positions. Study them carefully and plan your assault tonight. Tomorrow, your mission will start. Don Maracoli will be attending business in his native Sicily. His children will return from school at 3:45 Pacific Standard Time. We suggest infiltrating the mansion at night. Guard detail tends to be fairly lax around the late hours, so it should be easy to slip in unnoticed. Once the job is done, we'll rendezvous at the cafe in the city and catch a helicopter out of the country."

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the girl up and down. "Are you sure you are capable of this, Miss Aya? I only ask because of the strong importance Boss Natsume has placed on this mission. She also wanted me to tell you that if you fail...she will personally come to US of A to kill you. If you ask me, I think she would definitely do it. Boss Natsume isn't one to blow smoke up asses, da?"

1x1 Yuri Assassin RP (Mature! 18+!)

Sooo...I'm not much for 1x1s but this is an idea I've been wanting to try for a while.

Before that though, a little bit about me. I'm a fairly competent writer who can crank out 1-5 paragraphs, given my mood that day. I also work full time 5 to God knows when during nights all week except for Thursdays. I'm not picky when it comes to post length, but I do ask that you put in a little more effort than just a sentence or God forbid one single word. Also, I am not picky about flakes. If you wanna drop off the face of the world without telling me, that's cool. I only say this cause I'm a bit notorious for doing this. Don't worry, I won't have my secret network of spies track you down...erm...not that I have any spies. ;<<

Anywho with that said, the idea:

MC is a professional assassin living in Los Angeles. She is one of the best hitmen in the criminal underworld, hired by everyone from mob bosses to corrupt CEOs. One day she is contacted by YC, a teenage girl living in New York. The girl has amnesia and can only remember the words "Les Enfants Terribles" It was these very words the assassin remembered were written on the wall in blood when her mother was killed. MC goes to New York to meet YC in a park. There, men in black suits ambush them. YC shows exceptional skills with a gun and kills off the attacking gunmen with MC's help. Afterwards they go to YC's apartment. The girl tells the assassin she woke up in this apartment with no memory of who she was or where she came from. Only a fake ID, a gun, and the cryptic words "Les Enfants Terribles" MC believes there is a connection between her mother's murder and the girl's amnesia. She decides to help YC regain her lost memories, but...when the mystery has been solved and their work is done, MC will kill YC. The two team up together, working as assassins for hire under the code name "La Fantoma." While they take contracts and investigate the mystery behind Les Enfants Terribles, they are being watched by a mysterious criminal organizations that has interest in both of them.

Crime Bosses

@Vas Khaleen@KaijuBaragon@Doc Doctor

Rebecca tipped her shades slightly at the two, eyes narrowing and brow crinkling in befuddlement. Funny, she didn't recall this being an open meeting, and if she had her Irish Whiskey Rose at her side, she would show these two meddlesome fucks how rude they were to interrupt her private affairs

And while she had no qualms about Ivan, the dapper gentleman he was...her skin started to itch when the Bitch from Hell bolstered through the door so uncouth.

Twas no secret the Bastards of Hell and the Valentine Family were locked in a brutal turf war over Bartlett Square. Blood flowed like the money would when the Mafia obtained that part of the city, expanding their gambling and drug empire, yet these uncivilized, trailer trash meth junkies thought.. and still think they can hold out against the Cosa Nostra, the elite.

It's not as if Rebecca tried to be civil at first, but when her advisor returned from Bartlett Square...cut to ribbons with a chainsaw....that's when the Intocabile made her declaration of war...

...by burning five of Linda's men alive...

~"Ah, Linda, so nice of you to drop by."~ The Mafia Queen's response was sincere yes, but only in tone. There was that underlying venom she held in her gut for the bitch, as it showed in her serpent eyes, eyes that gradually moved from the redneck to the Russian, ~"And Ivan. I assumed you would be trading AKs with the Somalians, but nevertheless, you made time to drop in and see a dear friend. How courteous of you....but that's beside the point."~ A sly insult, she flicked the ashes of her cigarette onto those scuffed and muddy boots of Linda's, a coy smirk of her lips. ~"Your interruption of an important meeting between the Cosa Nostra and Mr. "First Degree" Donny is both unwelcome and an insult...personally to me as I made it clear to Donny boy we would have no such interference during our liason. Now you have two choices. You can either leave peacefully, and we will forget this never happened, or....you can leave in a body bag when my Irish Rose arrives."~

"Ye herd the lass ye cunts."

The thick Irish brogue of the woman was followed by the telltale click of a. 45 hammer thumbing back. At that time, she came swaggering out of the dark unexpected by both Rebecca and those who were present at this little...impromptu get together, a Kimber Warrior 1911 in one hand and a flask of Jameson in the other...the Irish Rose evidently drunken by it.

~"I had hoped you would arrive sooner"~ She hissed under her breath. ~"Rhiannon."~

"Aye. I would've." Replied Rhiannon in slurred speech. "But I wa finishin' op dat job for ye." She stumbled up to the table, wasting no time in flopping down beside the biker, taking another swig of her flask. "Soooo....Ivan the Terrible an Harley Davidson walk into a bar. Wot? No Guinness? An' who's this pretty boy, Ol' Beck?"

Rebecca sighed with a low, audible growl, ~"This, Rhi-Rhi, is "First Degree" Donny, a most trusted and respected hitman in the criminal underworld. I was hoping to acquire his services for the Valentine Family, but then these two happened along our meeting....which I'm beginning to suspect they were informed."~ Her eyes shifted suspiciously from Linda to Ivan. Just how did a weapons dealer and a white trash whore learn the most powerful woman in the city had arranged a meeting with Donny boy?

~"Now then....if you two would be so kindest to leave, I would like to continue discusing my arrangements with Donny boy....alone."~

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@Nikki Moonlight

The Russian man shrugged giving a look that basically said suit yourself. She talked tough no doubt, but could Aya really pull it off? After all, this mission would prove once and for all if Aya...was worthy.

Was his boss mad thinking this...child could undertake such a responsibility? Sure, the Shi family has been a part of Requiem for years, Aya's father being their top hitman, but Aya had much to learn. Natsume may have taken over Requiem in a day, but it took the brutal woman years of sacrifice, years of bloodshed to make it the most feared criminal syndicate in the underworld.

Could Aya do the same?

@King Tai@bloonewb@DriveEMOut@CriticalHit

While Aya was in LA, there were other important matters to attend to.

Hibana and Azuma made their way back to the school and to her office. The rain seemed to have grown heavier and heavier with every mile driven, and by the time her crimson luxury car pulled into the drive, it was a full blown downpour.

Thankfully Azuma was there with umbrella in hand, not seeming to mind the rain ruining his nice black suit.

After Hibana strolled into her office, she took her seat behind her desk and poured herself a small glass of vodka on the rocks. ~"Send word to the others to report to my office. It's time to brief them on their contracts."~ She ordered.

"Yes, Natsume-Sama." Azuma bowed curtly, taking out his phone and texting an all points bulletin to the boys.

All Class Noir students report to Natsume-Sama's office at once. Those who are not present will be executed.

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@King Tai Samesies. Just got off work so I'm hella burnt. -__- I might try to get a tiny little post in just to keep things a rolling.

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@CriticalHit@Nikki Moonlight@King Tai@DriveEMOut

Guys I am so sorry for my absence!! I have had literally no fucking wifi for the past few days! I really hope this hasn't died! :(

Anywho to answer Critical, the Cistern is where new assassins are trained and weapons are kept. You'll go to the Headmistress's office for mission briefing.

Crime Bosses

@Doc Doctor XD My sides

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

CHAPTER 2

"The Proving Ground"

@bloonewb@King Tai@CriticalHit
@DriveEMOut

The next day was such a bitter contrast to the beginning of the school year. A bright and cheerful morning filled with the vibrant colors of spring, the sweet scents of warm sunshine and cherry blossoms, now replaced this morning by a dark and gloomy sky of billowing grey clouds and the distant rumble of thunder.

The rain seemed like it was never going to stop as she ambled quietly through the cemetery, the only sound her high heels sloshing through a puddle or two, clutched between her delicate fingers a bouquet of Scarlet Carson roses she had recently purchased from a quaint florist in the city.

Hibana, her black dress already soaked as she had not brought an umbrella, knelt beside one grave in particular and laid the roses upon it.

"You'll catch a cold out here, Miss."

Her eyes were closed, hands clasped together in prayer, yet she felt the man's presence upon her before even hearing his hoarse whisper.

Azuma stood beside her, unfurling a black umbrella to shield his mistress from the rain. Hibana opened her eyes with a brief sigh, inquiring, ~"Shouldn't you be briefing Noir on today's missions?"~

"Yes, but..." Azuma replied. "I fancied a stroll about the cemetery. I've been often told people like us shouldn't visit these places."

~"Because we will all end up having a grave of our own one day, with no name inscribed upon it and no tears to shed over it."~ Hibana added with a mournful sigh. ~"My father was a foolish old man...but he was right. Karma eventually gets you. It just took the bitch twenty long years to find me."~

She stood up, her knees wobbling slightly, then turned to face Azuma. ~"But I don't believe you are here to prattle about the past, Azuma-San. What is it?"~ She asked sternly.

Azuma returned, "We have a problem. One of our arms dealers hasn't been faithful lately. He's been selling weapons to a Somalian terrorist organization, making more money on the side but discrediting Requiem. He was recently arrested by Interpol and is being held at their main headquarters in Paris. Do you want me to send someone to take care of him, Natsume-Sama?"

Hibana, deep down she was angered by this foul news. How dare that Kraut bastard discredit Requiem, discredit her! Her blood boiled beneath her skin, teeth grit behind a face of unwavering emotion, but...she had an idea. Yes, a boy she remembered among the class. He was the only one who flinched during the execution, the only one who openly displayed some form of emotion. It was in that moment....Hibana singled him out.

With a visible smirk, she ordered, ~"Send Minato-san to kill him."~

"Minato-san?" Azuma gasped, his eyebrow cocked. "We were considering cancelling him after his brief display of weakness yesterday. Surely you mean to send one of our professionals, Natsume-Sama! The boy hasn't even undergone the proper training like the others!"

Natsume rebutted, ~"Then this will be the perfect time to prove his worth. Besides, Aya-chan is in Los Angeles doing some wet work for me, and the others I have plans for already. If Minato fails his mission, you will have express orders to eliminate him. If he succeeds, then we will induct him back into the program, but I will expect good results from his training."~

"And what of your plans for Aya-chan?"

Hibana sighed lighting a cigarette, ~"She doesn't even know yet..."~

@Nikki Moonlight

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing at Los Angeles International Airport in a few minutes. Please fasten your safety belts and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying Japan Airways and have a wonderful day."

As the plane began its descent onto the runway, a vanilla file sat in the lap of a man in a grey, crumpled suit and a matching fedora. The young Japanese beauty sitting beside him he was tasked with by Hibana to oversee her mission, the cold, brutal murder of a Mafia boss's wife and kids.

"Your targets are the family of Enrico Maracoli, his wife Eva, age 45, and their three children, Marina, age 9, Michael, age 13, and Dominic, age 4. Miss Natsume has instructed that all four of them are murdered in the most obscene manner possible but not to leave any evidence. I hope you're okay with killing a child, Miss Aya. Even in my days in the GRU, we never turned our guns on innocent children....but...it is what Miss Natsume wants. I just wonder how somebody could live with theirself after that."

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Alright. Majority rules again. I've got an hour before work, so I'll get a short transition post in.