Assassins Guild (thing...)

"Well, you of course. Some things are naturally cute." He smirked and looked down at his clothes, which were still torn up and cut. He happily accepted the penny and smiled. "Thank you for the penny! Hopefully luck will come my way. But did you have enough for youraelf?"
 
"ive got jars in my temporary home!" Tami exclaimed to Arci.
Then she stared up at the newcomer with wonder.
"Why are people so tall?!?!" she growled. "and im wanting to join the guild too, but being that the guild master isn't here, we can't completely join just yet i don't think." she hopped off the chair and tried to get a clear look at his face, dancing around trying to see it.
 
He approached at his leisure, a tattered charcoal hued cloak, mottled and pitted like it had been ripped from a blazing pyre. Walking with a limp, one foot dragging along behind him he did not look upon any he passed. Beneath the cowl of his cloak a pair of crimson eyes blazed, peering out from beneath a featureless wooden mask, one that appeared charred and broken, a black crack stretching across from left eye hole to chin. His very image shuddered, shimmered. The eye glanced away, uncomfortable with seeing him. It was as if he walked in his own afterimage, as if he were somehow unstuck within this reality. Over his shoulder he rested his scythe. It was every bit as splendorous and opulent as the figure was a charred. Chased in silver and gold the blade was grounded in a handle black ash.

There were legends of this man, some stating he was more than mere mortal but a walking god, were legend. He was the Grym Man. The death that walked. He was unstoppable, implacable. He was not of the guild. He was its very personification. None knew how to call to him or summon him. It was said that he found his own patrons. Some said he came only to those who experienced a loss of a most personal nature like a lover, spouse or child. It was said that none had ever escaped his gaze.

Without a word he walked directly towards the others, as if they weren't even there.
 
Kato immediately sheathed her sword, kneeling to Grym, her head tilted to the ground. After a moment, she stood, and went back to tending to her blade, as if nothing had happened, though now her eyes had a tendency to position themselves on Grym. She had seen this man in action only once. This man seemed to be the best. Though many could kill almost as quick, nobody had the same elegance as he, with the way their swords failed to make an almost dance out of their killings.

She stayed silent and caught the currency, tucking it away in her coin purse. Even being as skilled as she was, she dared not speak in the presence of this man. Some would say Kato was hell on earth, but those were the lucky ones. The people who had enough luck to not meet such a mysterious and deadly figure.

"Hello, stranger." She said, getting the nerve to talk. This man had taken her kill once, and for this she battled him. it was a quick battle, but felt to her like an eternity. The battle left him unscathed, and her with a cut on her cheek, and her right hand pinky severed. "It's been a while." Kato stated, sheathing her blade again, and shifting her head up a bit more, waiting for some response, if any.
 
The thing that wore the semblance of a man ignored any attempt at interaction. If anything it looked upon Kato for only a fleeting moment. It saw her, or more correctly, saw her every sin, her every desire, everything of her that was not of the flesh and concluded that she was not the one.

Dismissing her entirely it gazed without blinking across the collection of shrouded figures many of which sat in awed silence and were filled with dread. Finally the full weight of the thing's gaze settled on a lone woman and it extended one arm, a shrivelled, rotted thing of grey pallor replete with writhing maggots. The maw behind that mouth opened, cracking like a cast open crypt as it wailed.

When that soul numbing cry diminished it then whispered, it's voice the breath of air in the shadows that chills the spine.

"Erisheth of Dublin, murderer of Lisenne, murderer of Jendric, I come for thee at the behest of their daughter Selene."

The brunette calling herself Erisheth backed away, peering for an exit while assassins nearby scurried aside like cockroaches escaping a newly lit lantern.
 
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Tami sat open-mouthed at the grym man.
"Woah... he's somewhat scary..." She said weakly, trying to sound brave
She bowed her head slightly as a sign of respect as he went by. He seemed vaguely familiar, like something from a dream, no, nightmare was more like it. She was horrified, terrified. The along wail felt like all of her wrong-doings and sorrows were tearing at her ears. She felt sorry for the brunette. The arm that reached for her almost made Tami puke. Tami turned around and shuddered, taking a sip of the Apple juice she ordered earlier.
 
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Alexzander glared to the figure and muttered this sentance in italian. "Si prega di questo uomo impersona la morte come un atto del male, piuttosto che ciò che è naturale." (Please this man personifies death as an act of evil ,rather than what it is natural.)

Then without another word he took his drink , and moved to a table within the far corner of the room. He was almost sickening at the way the occupants took to the man. He had began to wonder if this was the guild for him. He glared once more at the appalling gyrm. Before looking away and swigging at his drink.
 
Kato smirked slightly, "As cold as ever." She said, watching him calmly. Eris... Your days are done. You might as well throw yourself onto his sword, she thought to herself, moving in front of the door to block it, her sword in hand. It wasn't that she would interfere, it was just that she felt it would be easier if this were over sooner than later.

Kato thought of the days were she had similar jobs. Go into an inn, or into any establishment really, call out the target and watch as they shake and shiver at the thought of death. The imminent death that awaited her, was as any other. She was scared, shaking, and most importantly, trapped. The best thing Erisheth could do, was hope that Grym would hurry and end it. Kato knew better, however.

The man before Eris, regardless of intentions, was making the fear in her body, mind, and soul, rise higher than had ever been, and the look in her eyes almost begged endlessly for a quick death. "Grik los ven pah vobalaan sil grind niist oblaan" Kato said, in an ancient language. (Such is the way all unworthy souls meet their end)
 
A rage kindled into Alexzander as this replusive being played with its target. If it wasn't against his Creedo Alexzander would interfere. His eyes darted to the woman indirectly getting involved.
"La donna cazzo Have you no honor girl. There is but one target hardly she ,seems big enough a threat for two assassins."

Alexzander's patients dwindled as he watched this unfold. Should the woman not back away alexzander may challenge her. He tapped his fingers as he awaits some response. Alexzander would not get involved with this kill or chase in anyway. One hand found its way to the hilt of a throwing knife. Though from every angle but behind it would seem he rested it on his lap.
 
Tami stared, worried about the girl. The scary man hadn't moved and what she thought was an accomplice held shut the exit.
"This don't look too good." The tiny girl said, hoisting her gun-scythe onto her shoulder and sipping her Apple juice. She didn't want to get involved before in the guild, but if the guy harmed her and caused her pain, something like idiotic hero-ness and childish justice would probably drive Tami to shoot. Her fuse was normally short, and this was lighting it when soaked in gasoline.
She didn't really want to see this either. The guy was disgusting and Lord knows what he could do to her.
 
Kato looked around the room, holding her position. "The only one here with no honor, is the one who has not attempted to retaliate. According to our mysterious friend, she has killed a mother and father in cold blood, and likely with no reasonable explanation behind it." She spoke in a firm voice, loud enough for all to hear her clearly.

"She has a sword at her side, and yet stays her hand, even knowing we all see the terror in her eyes. She does not want to die, but if this man's accusations are correct, she must fight back. We assassins do not run when cornered, nor do we back down from a fight. If she has killed a couple in cold blood, what is but another kill?" Kato stated, when an annoyed tone. It wasn't that she wanted to keep the girl shut in, it was just that running is a cowards choice.

"What say you, Eris? Have you the ahkrin, the courage to stand up to this foe? Or will you run for your life once more? Shall you be put to the sword as a coward, or will you die fighting? I open this door. Fight, or run. If you fight, he will likely kill you, but if you run, someone will come after you until you lay dead in front of them." Kato said, opening the door, and stepping aside. If everyone wanted to see a coward run away, she would not argue. After all, this could be any one of them later in life.
 
"I didn't ask the girla crime nor did I defend her. I only said its one target so one assassin would be sufice. thank you for proving your honor." He bowed he head to the woman and finished his drink. Lifting the hand recently resting on the hilt of a throwing knife. He requested another drink "just add it to my tab ill pay it when i finish drinking."

Alexzander once again turned his back to the ordeal. But he knew better then to turn his back to assassins. He pulled the dagger from his chest holsterand stabbed it into the table. Arranging it so the man could see perfectly behind him. Once his drink arrived he remained silent carefully observeding the blades refelctive surface. He thought to the young girl who damced around him before. He tyrnned scanning the room for her with crytal orbs. On he laid eyes on her he motioned the girl over to him.
 
Hakim, the old storyteller shook his head. While not an assassin himself, he listened to the tales of those that frequented the establishment and used them to craft tales. The wrinkled figure had heard of this thing, the Grym Man, the very personification of vengeance.

"There are tales of him,
the one they call Grym.
look away, look away,
lest you are the next he slay

When one takes a love away,
two pennies are the price
his purpose will not sway
will not waver
dead and gone in but a trice
The Grym Man comes
Slice, slice, slice."
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Erisheth clamored up atop one of the tables, drawing a blade from it's hiding place in a sheathe at her lower back and flung it desperately with a force born of adrenaline. It sunk deep within the breast of the approaching figure, pinning the tattered cloak to the decrepit figure. There was little to no reaction from the figure. The girl's eyes widened. While it wasn't a killing blow a punctured lung would stagger the greatest of men.

"It's not my fault," she proclaimed, "I only did as I was paid to. What any assassin would do! How would I know that the mother would come home early?"

The Grym Man cared not. Her words may have fallen on deaf ears for all the effect they had. The thing stepped forth, reaching for his weapon. In the last moment before he grasped it, a scarce distance of mere finger widths, the gold chased scythe leaped towards the reaching hand as if eager to shed blood. Casually the force spun its blade, adjusting its grip and where it traveled the very air itself bled.

"Somebody," Erisheth called out, "Anybody. I could use some help here! How long do you think it will be until he comes for you next?"

A wooden chair fell over before the Grym Man, almost as if it eagerly desired to flee, to escape the very path of the dark figure and in the blink of an eye the Grym Man was simultaneously, feinting, dodging and striking like the effect of a strobe light but each image happening all at once. Before the very eyes of those present the figure was suddenly two steps ahead of where it was, without traversing the distance between. It made one wonder, despite being able to attest that they hadn't, that they'd somehow blinked.

The Grym Man, ignoring the discussion behind him continued to advance. With another spin of his scythe the Grym Man sliced an entire table in twain even as another blade sunk into his chest. The figure ignored the blade, not even bothering to brush it away. Striding between the two table halves, he continued forward, crimson eyes locked onto his target.
 
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Tami climbed down the chair and held her scythe in a defensive position, not looking at the man directly, then inched her way to Alexzander.
"What?" She snapped quietly.
She stood beside his stool and faced the fighting people, wanting to help Erisheth.
Her garnet necklace shimmered slightly, the same way Tami's eyes did, determined.
 
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Kestrel opened the door to the large guild and smoothed out her skirt after entering. She was known as one of the older Assassins who was not around most of the time because of how often she took up missions. Though it seemed like she was going to be here for a while now. Kes held her large weapon in her hand as she took a seat at the bar, wiping off any dried blood on the wide area with a small cloth. Another mystery about her was her actual gender, but many did not attempt to find out, lest they get a spoon to the face.

"Aren't we a lively bunch tonight..." Kes chuckled lightly. Her hands reached for some ingredients for the bar, where she made herself a Cayenne and Grapefruit Margarita. It left a nice burn in her throat, and was one of the tall assassin's favorite drinks.
 
Nico walked back in to the main guild hall from a room behind the bar. He'd gone out to do some things, that and the constant chirpyness of the newbies had started to irritate him. He froze, eyebrows raising as he looked about the room. "What the hell did I miss..." He muttered under his breath, His hand going to his pocket, to take hold of one of the blades he kept there, just in case any of the excitement came his way. He gave his head a quick shake, tearing his eyes away from the commotion going on in various parts of the room. He'd been in this guild a long time, but this was definately the wildest he'd ever seen it.
 

Kestrel looked up at Nico and sipped at her drink once again. Her large spoon weapon was resting beside her on the bar, and she swiftly made herself another drink after finishing her first one. "Put the blade away darling. They're just a bit excited about the new arrivals," Kes murmured while smoothing out her skirts.
 
Kato propped herself against the wall once more, and spoke softly, yet firmly. "Eris, would you and your newly found date care to take your quarrel outside? As much as I love watching two assassins face off, I have to admit that it is becoming a slight bit boring, watching him have all the fun." She chuckled a bit, though she didn't mean to sound as if it were funny. He did want her life, after all.

She just found that Erisheth not putting forth a more determined fight was... more than opposite of satisfying. Even a serious, take-all-glory assassin likes watching a good fight between skilled fighters. Heck, if she put up a good enough fight, he may even spare her life for a while, not that it was likely. Kato thought about telling her this, but decided not to, considering she thought it may make the girl cower even more.

"How are your contracts going, Kestrel? You're looking as well as ever. And Sir Nico, you're looking... nice." Kato said, bowing to the both of them. All this talking to everyone was really out of character, but maybe it was time to stop being such a silent and serious assassin.
 
He nodded, slipping his blade back into his pocket he grabbed himself another bottle of alcohol, downing half of it in one go. "Are they nearly finished..?" He muttered, nodding towards the two fighting on the other side of the hall. All this noise was starting to give him a headache. He preferred when it was quiet in this place, with less people...
 


"Thank you, Kato. My contracts are doing fantastic as always," Kestrel replied after finishing off her second drink. She was absent most of the time when staying with her contracts and handling business. It felt nice to finally be back and stay at the guild instead of a Contract's home.

"The only quiet places are the baths, and I might head over for a nice soak.." Kestrel murmured with a small yawn. Killing off people nonstop made Kestrel sleepy, since she had a habit of sleeping everywhere. "You two should join me. It's better than having all these newbies yapping about." The 5'7 assassin downed a simple glass of beer with a small sigh while reaching to grab at her weapon.
 
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