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True assasins

razerwing

razerwing

Supernova
Joined
Jan 9, 2011
Location
Somewhere over the rainbow.
Trystan smiled, flicking his arctic-wolf ears, scooping up sounds and searching for footsteps. His target couldn't be that far off now. He chuckled to himself as he polished his M14, making sure it was loaded and able to fire. His knife rested in it's sheath, waiting and ready to be used if the gun failed. He smiled, showing off his white, sharp teeth. His blue eyes scanned the dark, looking for movement of either the client or the target. His clothes let him blend into the crowd, a must for assassins, and his collapsible M14 was able to fit into the backpack he carried around, and even left him room to carry medical supplies also. His raven black hair hung in front of his eyes, giving him an anime style look, and when he flattened his ears, it melded into his hair, disappearing until they were needed again. Recently, there had been an increase in inumimi assassins, due to their extremely low fatalitly rate, and their increased hearing capabilities.
 
Hazel Rose stood on the roof of her appartment building staring down at the streets waiting for her mark to stumble drunkedly down the alley. The wind blew against her lithe body clad in the black she loved. She wore a black baby doll tee shirt and a pair of black leggins that were long enough to go to her ankles. Her feet were bare and probably always would be.

He wore a black leather old fashioned western gun belt. A Silver S&W .40 tucked nicely. A FX Cat tanto(knife) tucked into the other side.

She had a few other blades tucked in some surprising places. She knew how to handle herself.
 
The man had just exited the bar, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand. He decided to go down the alleyway, his footsteps having no purpose. He sang gently, the song rumbling at the back of his throat.

Trystan's ears shifted, and he smiled before taking off. He zeroed in perfectly, sliding to a stop in front of the man. "You have a hefty price on your head, you know that?" The drunkard smiled widely, swaying with the wind.
"A hefty price, yes. Because I drank all their wine." He chuckled, almost falling over. Trystan raised an eyebrow, pointing his gun at the drunk's head.
 
Whiping out her gun she gently and quickly screwed on a silencer and faster than lightning she was on the ground with her gun pointed at the back of the other assassians head. "drop it" She mutters her voice soft and southern.. something you would not expect with a woman like her. Her long black hair blowing gently in the wind while her eyes like blue fire glowed as she smiled.
 
Trystan chuckled, keeping a firm hold on his rifle. "You really gonna shoot me? The bullet would never hit." He chuckled again, lowering his gun. "Let me guess. You're here to either kill this man, or to kill me. Which one is it, lady?" He chuckled again, getting ready to do something it seemed.
 
"Him. I dont care wether you live or die. Its him im after." She smiles, Tense waiting to see what this mans reaction would be.
 
Trystan raised his eyebrow, slowly turning around to face this new assasin. "Hmm.... so I'm unimportant?" He nods at the drunk man, who nods back. "You see, I wasn't hired to kill this man, I was hired to capture or kill you." He smirked, quickly pointing her gun at the largest target area, her chest. "Now, you can come quietly. I really don't feel like luging your body back to base."
 
"Over my dead body." she raises one eyebrow smirking. She swings her arm around to slam the butt of her gun into his head. "sorry but I always chose the hard way." She laughs.
 
He reeled back, holding his head. The drunk quickly sobered up, pulling out a gun and aiming it at the girl. Trystan shook his head, ramming his elbow into the other man's stomach. "She's my mark." The man slammed into the wall. "I'll give you one more chance."
 
"Never." She Jumps and grabs hold of a fire excape ladder. Pulling herself up she quickly begins to run light on her feet up towards the roof. Laughing soft and suductivly. "Catch me if you can, lover" She quickly fades into the darkness. Her laughter floating in the gentle breeze.
 
"Oh hell no! Get back over here!" he yelled, jumping up after her. He needed the money badly and if he didn't pay off some debts, bad things would happen. He shivered at the mere thought of it. He pulled out his knife and followed her scent all over the city.
 
Her natural scent, lavender and creame, lingered in the air long after she'd been there. She had no doubts she would get away. Its not that she underestimated this man, more so of that she was that confidnent. She'd never been caught and she planed to keep it that way.

She stopped standing tall on the top of the the tallest building in town. She was like a beautiful statue standing tall looking out over the town. Smiling to herself she sighs.
 
She looks him in the eyes. Her lips turned up into a smirl but her eyes were sad as if shed already suffered so, that this man threatning her life did not phase her. "That is because its a natural scent not a perfume." She watches her reflection in the shine of his sword half praying he would do it.
 
He could almost hear the prayer. "My orders are to bring you back alive, if I could manage that." He chuckled, turning her around abruptly and snapping some cuffs on her. "You know, I haven't had to chase my target in a while. Glad I metcha. Listen, the guys I'm bringing you to won't hurt you, as long as you tell them what they wanna hear."
 
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