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The Guild....[Private Group RP]

Camille Endora said
Nyx landed back onto her shoulder, her talons covered in skin and blood. Vesper turned in the direction of the Head-Quarters, unsure if they would find safety there, but knowing they had no other choice considering it was the only building she was told of. A million questions zipped through her head, wondering if the assassin was meaning to attack her, or to attack Lysander, but she knew now was not the time for inquiries. Easily she began to sprint, Nyx barely moving on her shoulder while she ran, her long pale green hair flowing out behind her. She only looked back once to make sure Lysander was still behind her, before arriving at the tall brick building Iron-Clad had called the Head-Quarters. She pushed through the doors, feeling eyes on her as she did so, holding it open just long enough for Lysander to follow inside. {} she asked finally, her eyes focused on Lysander, {}

Lysander took one more look out the door into the courtyard before firmly closing the door shut behind them. He slid to the ground, breathing heavily. The girl had saved his life, and risked her own by taking him in, but he wasn't sure he could trust her yet.
"Listen," he panted, collecting his breath, "All I can tell you right now is that there are bad people trying to capture and kill me. I wish I could tell you everything, but it's too dangerous. I'm sorry I have to be like this." He stood up and walked to the two nearest windows facing into the courtyard, pulling the blinds down. "I need somewhere to lay low for awhile. If I can throw off their trail once they've lost me, I can strike back and kill the problem at its source, but if that assassin was after me then they know where I am and I can't be sure I'm safe." He pulled the bottom corner of the blinds up a few inches and peered cautiously into the courtyard.
"However, it would be wrong to jeopardize your safety and those around you in my protection. If they find me, they will attack in force." He pulled his pistol out of his holster and began refilling the clip with bullets from a pouch, while looking at the girl and waiting for an answer.

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I'm just messing around ;) But clearly she isn't

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Jesus Christ Kira

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Lysander was taken aback by the small girl's quick reaction to the hooded man; in a swift and bloody move, she had slain him mercilessly. There was certainly more to her than he had thought.
He knelt beside the body and pulled the hood up. The man's face was literally blank, featureless and smooth. As he had feared, this was one of the Faceless, a society of assassins that were known to cater to the Legion. It was a miracle they had survived the four attacks today. But it was now clear that the Legion knew of Lysander's place of hiding. He could not stay, and yet he could not leave, for the assassins were no doubt watching all exits. However, it was unlikely they would dare attack a fighter's guild in force. He turned to the girl, who's previously pale and pure frame was flecked with blood.
"Please, hide me!" he deplored, breaking the sense of superiority and pride he had often felt as a soldier. That part of him was gone. "I'll do whatever it takes."

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Camille Endora said
Vesper thanked Iron-Clad, looking in the direction he was pointing, and noticed Lysander sit down as well, before heading off in that direction. She wondered about the Guild Iron-Clad hailed from, and what it might involve. She wondered if she would fit into it, or if one of the other two would suit her better. She began to doubt she might fit into any Guild, considering her gift. She hoped to be reassured when she got to the Head-Quarters. Nyx ruffled her feathers and peered at Lysander as they grew closer to him, and Vesper's attention turned to him, despite she had never met him before. Come to think of it, she hadn't really had many friends at all, considering how she was raised. She smiled faintly, slowing down to take in Lysander's expression. He looked to be contemplating, and she tilted her head. "(see above)?" she asked.

Lysander jumped at the sound of a voice addressing him. He had been lost in thought considering his next move; it was unlikely that he could stay in the city, for the assassins would soon learn of his whereabouts. He could try fleeing to one of the outlying provinces, but security at the gates of the city was tight due to past encounters with the Plague. As he pondered, he was interrupted.
He looked up sharply and saw a small girl with a white owl perched on her shoulder. She seemed friendly enough, but Lysander found it odd to be approached by a stranger in what appeared to be a rather belligerent guild. After all, the girl did not strike him as the fighting type. He answered warily.
"I, ah, yes. I'm fine, thanks."
He noticed a clear note of paranoia in his voice, but hoped it did not reach the girl. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sheathed katana.

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As the armored police broke through the crowd with truncheons, Lysander ducked through the Guild's gate, pulling it quietly closed behind him. He had stepped into the courtyard of the guild, and could see a fighting ring where two warriors were sparring, several bystanders cheering them on, and a girl talking to a heavily armored man under a tree. It appeared to be some sort of fighter's guild, though he couldn't be sure just from what he currently saw. Lower class soldiers in the Legion were known to frequent such establishments discreetly to train on their spare time.
Lysander made sure his weapons were tightly secured to his body and walked forward. Several of the bystanders gave him wary looks, but none confronted him. He sat down on a crude bench made from rough wood and began considering his next move.

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The second assassin appeared on the rooftops.

Lysander had caught sight of the first assassin several minutes ago, a hooded man on horseback. Although his figure was hidden by a thick cloak, Lysander could read his body language, which gave away his ill intent. After all, they were arriving exactly as Lysander expected. Lysander gave his horse a prod and quickened his pace. Behind him, the mounted assassin broke into trot.

Lysander had been discharged from the Legion that morning for insubordination. He had expected a full court-martialing, but his superiors had tried to be discreet; Lysander was a known and loved figure in the Legion. He had been given one hour to evacuate the premises of the Academy, where he was boarded. He had taken most of his belongings with him, slung in packs over his horse, Thunder. Lysander had immediately suspected foul play after his quiet dismissal, as the Legion's corrupt leaders would wish to silence him as soon as they could.

The horse was stopped by a crowd standing in the street, marveling outside a store selling fabrics. A shattering tile in the alleyway beside Lysander betrayed the third assassin: they could be known from their tell-tale cloaks. Lysander snapped out of his recollection and inconspicuously looked around himself. The mounted assassin behind him had been caught in the crowd, and was helplessly pushing people aside to try and get through. The assassin on the rooftop had managed to keep up with his quarry on the street, and was keeping overwatch above. The third assassin had begun walking out of the alley. They were in near perfect position.

Simultaneously, the rooftop assassin pulled a crossbow from his cloak, and the assassin in the alley lunged forward towards Lysander's horse. Lysander saw both actions and remained still, but at the last moment before the grounded assassin pulled his blade Lysander leaned over his horse and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up. The assassin struggled but was stopped instantly by a crossbow bolt, blood spurting from his neck. Lysander dropped from the horse and drew his katana as the mounted assassin galloped towards him. In a swift motion, he ducked the assassin's sword and sliced the horse's leg, causing it to collapse. The assassin tumbled off and quickly regained his footing, holding his sword in a defensive stance. Lysander feinted an attack, and as the assassin flinched he drew his pistol from its hidden holster. He fired two shots into the assassin before him, and turned the pistol to the assassin on the rooftop. The sharpshooter had already notched a second bolt, but fired it clumsily in fear, the bolt clattering harmlessly off the cobbled street. The remaining assassin then dropped the crossbow and fled across the rooftops, too fast for Lysander to aim a shot.

Lysander loosened his iron grip on his weapons and let his arms drop. Beside him were two dead men, a wounded horse, and terrified onlookers, who were either murmuring or running for their lives. Lysander tried to assess the situation: the assassins had failed, but there would be more next time. The Legion would stop at nothing to silence him. He had to lay low.

He glanced at his horse, which was covered in telltale Legion paraphernalia, and his own body, which wore the ceremonial armor of a Legion Captain. He would be an easy target if he remained in his current state. Reluctantly, he stripped off his plates and cape, as well as his greaves, bracers, and boots. Underneath he wore a common tunic. He glanced at Thunder, and after a moment's hesitation smacked his horse's thigh, causing it to whinny loudly and gallop away, taking all of his prized possessions with him. He now had only his weapons and his body.

The crowd was still staring at him in awe, clogging the street, but above their bustle Lysander could see a group of military police trying to force their way through the town. If they caught him, Lysander would be immediately arrested, and this time the Legion would be quick to order his execution. He had to hide, and fast.

From the corner of his eye, Lysander saw a sign hanging from a nearby complex:

“Guild.”

(Jesus, longest post I've ever done. Also, it's midnight, which means happy birthday to me! :D)

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Ish said
Also forgot to ask, Silver......This eye, can it see through Jin's secret? (Can he see that Jin is merely a soul which is bound to a suit of armor?)

Haven't quite figured out what the fuck it does, but that was probably going to be part of it. Discreetly, of course.

Ish said
I love it, I love every bit of it...... This part quoted, just made my day.

Also awwwww. This made MY day.

The Ministry Reborn (Silver & KiraVanhelsing)

Phineas nodded and dropped into a crouch as he noticed Eliza's eyes become wary. He stepped over the soil cleft that hung above the river and slid down, feeling cold water soak his clothes. The water was waist-deep in some spots, but only reached their ankles in many.
Although the water hindered their movement, it was flowing fast in the direction they were walking, and provided much less resistance than it would in the other direction. The two were able to make good progress downstream and had traversed over a mile in less than half an hour.
As they rounded a bend, Phineas suddenly saw the brush ahead of them shift. He grabbed Eliza and pulled her into the water, with his back against a large white boulder. He held her close against his chest with one hand and kept his pistol out of the water with the other. Glancing quickly past the boulder, he could see a soldier leaning out over the water, scanning the river with his rifle held high.

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Boom. Done. Kind of.
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