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Jester
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(The Entertainer Assassins Guild main thread is actually being pitched right now for RP'ers! If you want to join, go ahead and shoot a response to my thread here: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=17752&p=470020#post470020. This thread is a OneXOne between Jester and InnocentAlice.)
He traversed the halls, and glanced around, viewing the pretty artwork and paintings on the wall. The king had told him to do it, but he didn't want to. It was just one of those missions. The poor fool had slipped up, said something about another kingdom that had him on his toes. And the king had overheard it clearly. "Jester... Pass the tea to our friend, will you?" The fool merely nodded, to the confused knight's discontentment, and responded with a grin.
So here he was, wandering and looking for what he needed to do the deed. He dug around some pouches above his desk, and found several fine white powders. They were perfect, the fast kind. Didn't want to draw attention and suspicion with a screaming, painful, gut-wrenching death. That just wouldn't be suitable to the situation at all. Peasant or no peasant, the disruption wasn't necessary or needed. He wished it was a mouthy noble. Then it would make sense for it. Most of them died horrible deaths from enemies sneak attacking them in their sleep anyway. Any number of people could be the murderer. They were rarely caught.
Secrecy and quiet. That was the key to just about anything. He pulled a small cloth out of his wrist, and then mixed the white powder in with some water in a small dish. When he was sure it was ready, he dabbed it onto the cloth, and then wrapped that cloth in a thin film of plastic, shoving it back into his sleeve.
When the time came, the poor idiot wouldn't even know what happened to him.
He traversed the halls, and glanced around, viewing the pretty artwork and paintings on the wall. The king had told him to do it, but he didn't want to. It was just one of those missions. The poor fool had slipped up, said something about another kingdom that had him on his toes. And the king had overheard it clearly. "Jester... Pass the tea to our friend, will you?" The fool merely nodded, to the confused knight's discontentment, and responded with a grin.
So here he was, wandering and looking for what he needed to do the deed. He dug around some pouches above his desk, and found several fine white powders. They were perfect, the fast kind. Didn't want to draw attention and suspicion with a screaming, painful, gut-wrenching death. That just wouldn't be suitable to the situation at all. Peasant or no peasant, the disruption wasn't necessary or needed. He wished it was a mouthy noble. Then it would make sense for it. Most of them died horrible deaths from enemies sneak attacking them in their sleep anyway. Any number of people could be the murderer. They were rarely caught.
Secrecy and quiet. That was the key to just about anything. He pulled a small cloth out of his wrist, and then mixed the white powder in with some water in a small dish. When he was sure it was ready, he dabbed it onto the cloth, and then wrapped that cloth in a thin film of plastic, shoving it back into his sleeve.
When the time came, the poor idiot wouldn't even know what happened to him.