What happens when you... (Open)

[Kite]

... throw a whole bunch of assassins together? And send them after one target?

*Don smiles as he walks down the city streets, not wearing his trenchcoat. He smiles as he looks around him and sees all of the dull, boring people around him, and wonders if they would get that joke...

That would be a very interesting joke... I'll have to remember the ending when all is said and done...

Kite, he tells himself, ya gotta focus man!

Don sighs as he pulls himself together and walks slowly back around and towards the market. He just looked over the place where the targets, and there were plenty, he might add, would meet the assassins that end their life.

However, right now, he needs to meet his team. He only knows where he is going to meet them, the marketplace, and that they are on the hunt of one of the richest families in Dras-Leona, the Carpenter family. Funny target for Imperials, your thinkin, but not when you understand the motive. The war movement needs money, you see, and a constant stream of attrocities. So, when both are required, we go in, kill the entire family, make it look like Vardeners, and the crown can claim the gold.

Pretty smart, isn't it?

He reaches the marketplace and sits down on a bench near the fountain. The rich have benches everywhere, the pansies... A bench here, a bench there, a bench god-damn everywhere! God I hate their fat-asses sometimes... LEARN TO PLAY DAMNIT!

At the end of this thought, he bangs his fist against the bench, then calms himself. He puts his hand on the sword on his hip, an elvish longsword, though not the Rider quality he hears. He got it off an Elf he had fought once. She just gave it to him, for "A good time", she said. Wasn't that good of a time, getting his butt handed to him in a spar, but apparantly she thought so. And if that gal had thought so, he did too.

He leans back in the chair a bit, and waits for the rest of his team to get together, so they can get the plan out.*

[Themistocles]

Alcarin walked through the city streets casually, watching the people go by. He felt a bit of earnest excitement, especially considering how long it had been since his last job. Alcarin was just satisfied to be off of his butt, for once.

The city streets were crammed with people, it made him wonder if some sort of special event was going on in Dras-Leona. The day was pretty warm, but not to the point of sweating. As Alcarin looked passed by an alley, he noticed a man being robbed. "Finally," Alcarin thought to himself, "something interesting going on in this city." He passed by, wishing that he could just sit and watch as the climax rolled out, but Alcarin reminded himself that there was a job to be done.

As Alcarin began to wonder if the meeting had started already, he noticed a fellow sitting down on a bench. Alcarin approached the shady looking man and simply said, "You here for a meeting?"

(Short and shabby, I know. But it's been a while)

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

Perhaps dressing myself in my usual clothing hadn’t been such a smart idea after all.

Dras-Leona was thick with crime, even for an Imperial city. I couldn’t even begin to list the gangs and guilds making up the entirety of this town, from simple murderers and cut-purses to rich, organized criminals who could be found in taverns across Dras-Leona. Besides that, it wasn’t uncommon to see someone missing a limb or two, due to the strange, unholy religion of this city. I glanced to my right, the tall spires of the cathedral easily shadowing the surrounding buildings, and shuddered. Besides that, it was bright daylight, so I couldn’t dress in my usual black leather outfit.

I stuck out like a sore thumb, essentially. But still, I would rather stick out than dress like an Alagaësian commoner. My hair had been pulled into a tight updo, large combs and hair clips pushed into it, and my face and neck painted completely white. My lips were a bright maroon, and my eyes were outlined with thick black kohl. I wore a kimono, made of thinner silk than I usually wore due to the unusually warm day. It was dyed black, with deep purple designs of cranes, outlined in white, speckled across the bottom half of the robe. I had tied the flaps together with a white and purple belt. On my feet, I wore simple wooden zōri sandals, and white split-toe socks. Needless to say, both from my outfit and my face, I got some curious looks.

It wasn’t just because of my appearance, however. The planned murder of the extensive family of Carpenters could be pinned on anyone in this town, which was why Galbatorix had so skillfully selected it. Therefore, two other assassins and I would be doing the killing, but the blame would be pinned on someone else.

I glanced at the four prisoners I was leading behind me. All soldiers of the Varden, they’d been captured trying to sack an Imperial outpost some months ago. They’d been in jail since then, but they had been released for this particular mission. They were dressed in commoners’ clothing, but they had packs on their backs that their brown-and-tan uniforms had been shoved into. The idea was to kill the Carpenters, then kill the prisoners and scatter their bodies around the mansion. When the guard came and found the uniforms, all fingers would be pointing to the Varden. It was almost exciting.

The only thing that worried me was that if questions went around, people would report an odd woman leading the Varden assassins through Dras-Leona, and I was rather easy to pick out and identify. If it turned out that Dras-Leona found out the Empire was behind the murders, they might revolt and break away to join Surda. Galbatorix would surely have my head. I’d thought up an idea in my head, though- I could say they were slaves I’d just bought, but while my guards were readying my carriage they’d escaped and run off. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but a few people nosy or brave enough to ask what I was doing seemed to believe me when I passed them off as slaves. Slaves were very common in the Empire, thankfully.

It was a market day, and the streets bustled. As I neared the marketplace, it soon became necessary to shove people aside to squeeze my way through them. Luckily, everyone here was too busy hawking or haggling to really pay any attention to me. It took me some time to fight past the crowd, making me wonder and worry if I was going to be late for the meeting with my fellow assassins. One never got a second chance at a first impression, and I didn’t want to be seen as tardy. Common respect would be vital if we were going to work together properly.

I finally made it to Marcus Square. Named after Marcus Tabor, the pompous lord of Dras-Leona- there was another one somewhere east of this one called Tabor Square- it was the prime spot for selling meats and other animal products. That was where I was supposed to meet the two assassins. Unfortunately, I was the last to arrive- my sharp eyes immediately picked out two men sitting very close to each other on a bench, heads locked in some kind of important discussion. I sighed quietly and led the prisoners towards them. None of the Vardeners were making any fuss- they simply walked along behind me, eyes wide, mouths drooping, and staring around themselves in confusion. They’d all been drugged to keep them quiet and from escaping.

As I neared the two men, I saw that they were indeed the assassins I was supposed to meet. Both faces turned to look at mine as I approached. They matched their physical descriptions to the letter. One man- Alcarin Bayeux, it looked like- had deep, harsh brown eyes, and long black hair that was mostly hidden by the hood of his dark cloak. The other, Don Myth, AKA Kite, had a very strange hair colour- dark green, that was medium length. His bright green eyes stood out starkly against his pale skin. Both were human, and appeared to be around my age, although Don looked a little younger. I approached the two of them, still leading the slaves, and stopped a respectable distance away from them. I dropped the lead rope- none of the prisoners were coherent enough to run- and placed my hands on the front of my thighs, bowing low.

“I am Ren’ichi Kichirou, as you have no doubt been informed,” I said in my quiet voice, made musical by my Nihonese accent. It was strange, giving out my first name, since in Nihon everyone except close friends called each other by last name. “I assume you are Alcarin Bayeux and Don Myth? Or Kite, if you prefer?” I rose from the bow, glancing from one curious face to another.

Words;; 1000 exactly, LOL.
Muse;; Alright!
Thoughts;; Could have been longer, but my brain is weird from playing Fallout for two hours straight. XD

[Kite]

*Don tilts his head up to Alcarin and smiles softly, recognizing him as one of the team members, Alcarin, but shrugs and answers*

I do not know of a meeting, sir. I'm just taking a rest. I do get ever so tired here. Its the climate.

*Don then smirks and turns his head slightly, turning his attention to the woman in eastern clothing that is approaching. Thats one hard gal to miss... He thinks, but then he reassures himself. She wouldn't of gotten this job if she was stupid.

He watches her approach with drugged up slaves behind her. Those are the prisoners, hes sure. He laughs inside at the complexity of the plan, and the corresponding fun that it will be.

He turns his attention back to Ren, and attempts to assess her, from what he sees there. He can tell that she is graceful, to move in such traditional clothing. He can tell that she is determined, and thoughtful from the look about her face. He can tell that she was older than he, but not too much older. He can also tell she is very tradition bound, and generally honorable, due to her clothing.

She comes near both of them and Don looks up, making sure that Alcarin has seen her, then looks back at Ren. This will be a fun mission, from the looks of it. Beautiful woman, fun target, great city... He stands then smiles at Ren as she approaches and greets them.*

I am Ren’ichi Kichirou, as you have no doubt been informed. I assume you are Alcarin Bayeux and Don Myth? Or Kite, if you prefer?

*Don smiles and bows to her as well, though not as deeply. He is not sure of the custom, and just wants to reciprocate. He enjoys the musical tones of her voice, but makes sure he is in control. This is not the time, though there may be another time if this goes correctly.*

I perfer Kite, but Don is just as good. What may I call you, Ren'ichi Kichirou?

*Then he smiles again*

And yes, I believe that this is Alcarin.