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Post by november on Nov 21, 2011 22:51:42 GMT -5
The night was cool, and the sky, starry. The clouds had fled the heavenly ceiling from earlier that day to reveal the beauty of the stars, and November greatly appreciated it, despite the fact that he was on a mission. There was a duo that had to most certainly be disposed of before the night was over, and he had sneaked into the forest to do just that. His contracts, as they usually did, paid well, and November was excited to fill his pockets.
As he stalked silently through the quiet forest, which was only making the sounds that nature intended, he caught sight of his targets. November crouched low into the bushes, playfully extending his hidden blades in and out, anxious for blood. Soon, his targets turned, and November stepped out. He approached quietly, his footsteps not making even the slightest sound against the forest floor.
Without so much as a second's hesitation, November gently placed his palm against the back of the first man, and extended his hidden blade straight into the man's heart. He quickly covered the man's mouth with his other hand, and then, as November let the first man fall to the ground, leaped up and pounced on the other man, driving his other hidden blade into the man's neck. Neither made a noise save for their bodies hitting firmly against the floor, and November saw that his mission had been accomplished successfully.
As, of course, it usually was. His skill was almost unmatched, though assassins these days were few and far between. He did, indeed, take pride in his work, and was genuinely happy to have such clean kills. A horribly sincere smile made its way across November's face as he looked upon his prey, and then he bent down and began searching their corpses.
It was nights like these when November most wished no one would come stalking through the night after him, just like he had after the two men.
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Nikita Svahilda
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Post by Nikita Svahilda on Nov 22, 2011 0:34:22 GMT -5
as was typically the case with wishes, the outcome here happened to be the opposite of what the man wanted. Nikita assumed it was a man, anyway; she couldn't be entirely sure. She didn't really care either way; her target had already been taken care of, the body properly mutilated and left in such a state that suggested an animal attack. Her clients paid for discretion, and discretion was what she supplied; each of her kills ended up looking like an accident or an ambush by bandits.
Nikita had nothing else to do, and she had noticed the man as no one else could; the swift, silent movement of muscles under skin, and the perpetual undercurrent of emotions that lay within every person. This man in particular was a bright yellow; what he had to be so gleeful about, she had no idea. The assassination she had just witnessed was sloppy at best.
"... Are you just going to leave them there?" she asked, her soft voice unassuming. If not for the sheath at her hip, she would appear to be a simple schoolgirl, just as she always did. "People will ask questions. They'll wonder, and then they'll be suspicious, which makes your job that much harder. Unless you enjoy challenges, I would suggest moving the bodies at the very least. Even thieves wouldn't just leave them there."
For a brief moment, she wondered why she was telling him this; then she came to the conclusion that if he was caught and arrested, she would have to spend more time and resources, which meant she would have to raise the cost of her services, which meant the potential loss of clients.
Nikita simply couldn't have that.
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Post by november on Nov 22, 2011 20:45:24 GMT -5
November had heard, but had not seen, the girl approach from behind him, and she almost took him by surprise; however, November knew better than to show it. Almost stoically, he turned to her, a bright smile on his face and a glimmer of happiness in his eyes. He waved a hand to her, blood still staining his wrist a bit. He was happy with his job; the wounds had been clean, quick, and precise, but the girl was right, he would have to move the bodies. "Of course I won't leave them here, silly!" He said with genuine glee, moving back toward the bodies. "Though I do love a challenge. Perhaps I could leave them here, and maybe even a calling card, hm? I could use a good chase."
As November glanced over the girl, he noticed that she was, to him, stunningly attractive, but almost emotionless in the way she mannered herself, which simply wouldn't do in November's world. After all, there were so many wonderful things that life had to offer, and her face seemed to reflect that the poor girl hadn't experienced any of it at all. But then, however, November noticed something. The girl not only had a weapon on her person, but she also seemed to match the description of someone that he had been told to be on the lookout for. He'd been told to be on his guard if he saw someone matching her very physical description, but as before, November knew better than to show fear.
Instead, he smiled at the girl again, and leaned the bodies against the tree nicely, then rummaged through the sack behind his waist and pulled out a parchment, then tacked it to the tree with a knife from his belt. It read, "it's hard to hold a candle to the cold November Raine", the same thing all of the parchments said. November had a quaint habit of appearing in town during fall rainshowers, and the time was about right for one of those. Perhaps, he thought, he would pay a visit.
After finishing his job, November looked back towards the girl. "Let them come and find me. They haven't yet, and they won't. Even when I make myself known." Jokingly, the young man winked at the girl. He knew he wasn't playing his hand very wisely, but he was playing it anyway. If she had perhaps heard of him, as he had of her, he could potentially be in trouble, or make a new friend, though that much was entirely uncertain... The tension, however, was not.
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