Fantasy Assassins: Battles of the Creeds

[Little Masky]

((Start after you're accepted! By ME.))

 

[kou]

Corei polished her dagger, marveling at the way the blood slid off of the hilt like water. It wasn't often she was able to revel in a target's death but today seemed to be an exception. Not only had said target been accused of sexually molesting multiple women, but he was also running an underground society that was planning to overthrow both the NO and the DG, not that she cared for the former but a rival was a rival, and she preferred to have a challenge.


The wash room she was in was dirtied, stains covering one of the walls which varied from food to blood. She tilted over the sink, rinsing her hands clean of her sins. She had slit his throat, watching the red liquid splatter across the wall and she had been shocked at the sudden laugh which threatened to overcome her, she didn't kill for fun. She did it only because it was necessary and diplomacy was dead. Taking one last look at herself in the rusted mirror, she gripped her daggers, sheathing them in the dusted cover and wrapping the straps around her middle. She slipped silently out of the washroom, unnoticed by the woman residing next door.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast stalked a young man. She was waiting for the right opportunity to kill him, without witnesses. she hated killing witnesses. that is one of the reason she chose to be a rogue. there was a major disadvantage to being a talented rogue though. both creeds wanted her back. It was starting to get harder to stay un-apprehended by one of the groups as both groups seemed to grow larger. She tried to keep her focus on her target as she followed him.

 

[kou]

The file which awaited Corei at her apartment was less than friendly, the DG was angered by one of the NO's actions as it always seemed to be and she was to set up a diplomatic meeting with one of their predecessors. She scoffed, flinging the paper across the room and shaking her head in disbelief. Years spent trying to alter the ways of the NO, to lead them to a better path, and it had all been cast aside and deemed useless. This whole mission was useless. But Corei would do it because she had to, despite thinking otherwise.


She perched upon the table, wondering blatantly if the NO would send an assassin after her if she even attempted to make contact. She wouldn't put it past them.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv was stalking the same man the the outcast was, unbeknownst to him. Stalking wasn't exactly the word, tailing more like it. Just because he was a big man in the New Order didn't mean he couldn't take any jobs. It was nighttime, and there was minimal people on the street... Now. The last person on the block had turned the corner. Maciv strode swiftly, but calmly behind the man, affixing his hands on either side of his head and snapping his neck. Maciv's white hair swirled about his face at the sudden stop as he heard the sickening crunch of the spinal disks popping out of place. No matter, one less mark eliminated. What did this man even do to begin with? Mavic stuck his hands in his pockets and continued down the road as if nothing happened. He hadn't looked at the man's file, just the name. That's all mavic needed, names. The rest was just ink on paper to him.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast watched her target die at the hands of another. She twitched with annoyance and began to tail the other assassin.

 

[kou]

'This is too easy.' Corei stood, hidden in the shadows in a nearby alley. She glanced at the obvious NO member (judging by his blatant disregard for humans and morale) and the other girl who was following him. The two were barely tiptoeing around each other and Corei would rather keep it that way, she needed the NO member alive. She needed to complete this mission, silently she walked alongside the boy, keeping to the comfort of the alleyway.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv felt the eyes on the back of his neck, someone had seen him. But they weren't civilian eyes, oh no, these were the eyes of someone who knew how to kill. Probably with a gun nonetheless, but still someone that would kill him given the chance. What he did know is that this person was inexperienced, probably a newbie, definetely not as old as he was. If they were, he'd be dead by now, or else they just really sucked at their line of work. "Sorry young one, some other time perhaps." He spoke, just loudly enough to be heard. Something then fell out of his coat pocket. A smoke grenade. It hissed and spat its foul screen, and Maciv was off in a heartbeat, still nonchalant as ever.


Back at the New Order headquarters (heavily watched and guarded by the group), under the guise of "A whole new world, optometrics research" Maciv dumped the mans file into the 'completed' tray. Then he headed up to his quarters, third floor. He crashed on his bed and slept just as he had for eighteen years straight, without dreaming.

 

[kou]

Neko cursed inwardly at her utter frustration, the man had managed to disappear with just the pull of a pin. She cursed the DG for not developing advanced weapons and she cursed the NO for not sticking to tradition. Sighing, she glanced at the other girl before turning and disappearing altogether from the area.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast was caught off guard and fell backwards. "Damn smoke bombs." She muttered. "I hate those things..." She glanced around cautiously. "Time to get out of here. Where there's one of the creeds there's bound to be more." She got up and brushed herself off.

 

[Alstromeria]

In the morning, Maciv went to the second floor. The first floor was where all the buisness was done, where the actual certified eye doctors worked, helping patients, making glasses, performing checkups. The third floor was where the founding fathers lived, hence Maciv's living space. On the second floor was where most business was taken care of. This was where Maciv found himself after awhile. There were three more of the founding fathers there at this time, Jethro, Amous, and Vice. Jethro was a skinny man who preferred assault rifles (in the least subtle way), Amous used a collection of daggers and knives, one of the more steriotypical assassins, and Vice... Well, they called him that because he was the Jigsaw of the New Order.


"Morning gents." Maciv grunted, sitting down at the paper covered table and plunking down his plate of bacon and eggs. Amous gave him a dissaproving look. "Dude, you can't eat here, you might spill something on the paperwork. Mavic rolled his eyes. "You're the only one who likes dead tattooed trees." Mavic said cooly, stuffing some eggs in his mouth. The others chuckled, Mavic was extremely blunt, and they found it funny as hell. Jethro motioned to him. "So how'd last night go? Clean kill?" Maciv nodded. "No witnesses. Except maybe one. Someone was watching me." "Oh?" "Yea." Maciv stuck some more eggs in his mouth and took a bite of toast. "But they weren't a civilian. I can tell you that." Vice, who had his feet up on the table (much to Amous' distaste) uncrossed them and sat normally, leaning slightly forwards. "And you know that because...?" Mavic wolfed another piece of toast. "Instinct." He said, crunching. Amous snorted dissaproval. "Man, you can't just claim stuff on 'instinct.' What proof do you have?" Maciv's icy stare was enough to tell Amous to let up. Amous still favored the old ways a bit more than the others, but respected everyones style. And Maciv had proven more than once that his 'instinct' was not to be doubted. He was usually right when it came to these things. And one thing was sure, word would get around that Maciv was back in action, word always reached the Death Guard faster than anyone else.


"Even so," Maciv said, finishing his bacon, "I'd like to take some more jobs. Extra. Give some of our less experienced members some slack." They all nodded in agreement. Maciv was one hell of a killer.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast woke early the next morning and felt a bit jumpy. She checked over her new target's file as she ate breakfast. It was a woman this time. A reporter. This wasn't uncommon for Outcast. She always had to kill reporters. they were too nosy and occasionally came close to finding out things they shouldn't about both Creeds. Outcast ate her toast and her eggs and finished off with bacon. she stretched and brushed her hair before putting it up. she dressed and double checked that she had everything before going out. She glanced both ways in case of threats and locked the door. she looked at her target's picture once more before going off to find the reporter.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv decided to stand out at the place he was last night, on the street. There was alot of people around, so if the person he had encountered showed up, he'd be fine. He was expecting them to be part of the DG, so the likelyhood he'd get offed here was next to nil. He assumed they would be here. Another one of his instincts. He leaned against a wall, legs crossed, one hand in his pocket, the other dangling at his side. He could see everyone who passed here, so he wouldn't be suprised. His hair rippled in the slight early fall breeze, and he ran his free hand through it to put it back in place. He knew the other person would show up in time. If not now, then tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow, but now was a possibility. How did he know this? Instinct.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast walked the streets for a bit. She wasn't concerned about killing the reporter just yet. besides, she had all day and never really had the time to relax. She let her guard down a bit and took a stroll, even though she still felt jumpy and glanced behind her every so often. Eventually she relaxed fully and sighed as she walked. She noticed a lot of people out today and felt safe knowing any decent assassin wouldn't dare to kill in front of all these people.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv's ears perked up. There. A young girl, no older than 18 by the looks of it. She didn't walk the streets like a normal person. Kind of skulking, head up and moving around, looking at everything. Not looking for someone... Just looking around, checking their surroundings. He smirked a bit, she had a gun. He could see the hilt of the weapon making a small indentation in the side of her shirt. She was wearing it under her clothes, normal yes, but clever? No. Dirty weapons, guns. No skill required. She didn't seem to be part of the DG, and he didn't recognize her face from the New Order. A rouge perhaps? No matter. Maciv respected rouges, he didn't try to recruit them. Amous and Vice did that. Maciv only accepted those who came to him.


Nevertheless, he decided he would make first contact. Unfolding his arms and rolling his shoulders, he stepped away from the wall just as she passed, knocking into her with his shoulder, just enough to send her stumbling a bit. His mouth was set in a slight frown, his eyebrows knit together. "You really should pay more attention to where you're going," Maciv said calmly, "Wouldn't want to end up, ah," He covered his mouth with his elbow and coughed once. Twice. Three times for good measure. "Following," He coughed again, "The crowd." He was speaking crypticly, but he knew the girl would get the point.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast stumbled a bit and looked at the person who bumped into her. She analyzed him. He seemed familiar although she couldn't remember where she'd seen him. She frowned. "you bumped into me, genius." She stated, annoyed. She tried to pay attention to what he said but she couldn't quit trying to remember where she'd seen him. Suddenly it hit her like a ton of bricks on her head. He was a founding father of the NO. She'd only seen him twice in her whole life and she figured he'd never paid attention to younger recruits. She noticed that almost everyone was gone. it was becoming deserted around them and she felt unsafe. Her guard was up as she looked at him. "Well, I have to be going, sir." She stressed the last word as she walked away, keeping a hand near her gun. She figured he'd probably gathered that she was an assassin. She wondered if he was going to try to recruit her. probably not but he bumped into her on purpose, she was sure about that.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv shook his head, keeping pace. "Well, there seems to be a problem. Aww nuh nuh nuh, stay with the people." He said, motioning to the sidewalk. He knew she was trying to get away from him, and nobody walked away from Maciv Deaydo. "The problem is, you're walking my streets. You're hitting my marks. I got the one last night, but I know you were there." Maciv's voice was even and smooth. "And what's worse is you're not that good at it. And you do an even poorer job at following people. If it was anyone else that night they would have bashed your head in. And what do you have? A gun? A knife? You're pretty small, and I doubt you can use them effectively out in the open." Maciv was well aware that there were more people around as they walked, but none of them noticed the duo talking. They had lives too he guessed, people to meet, places to go. And people only heard what they wanted to hear, nothing more. Another thing he'd learned. "Now I've decided to tell you this personally, anyone else in my little group would be in favor of killing you. Either get out of the game, or get off my turf. I doubt the DG would welcome you with open arms, so I'd stop playing." Maciv ran a hand through his hair. "This is all my honest opinion, and sincere advice. You'd do best to listen."

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast was itching to kill him. "Listen Pal, I don't care if this is your turf or not and I don't take orders from anyone. Not anymore. I'm not leaving so go ahead and send your minions after me."She kept walking. She decided that if he followed she'd lead him to an abandoned area and either escape or kill him. she didn't care which. It seemed that he just wanted to kill her or force her to quit killing, not to take her back to the NO. She was glad that he didn't want her there. That was the only thing she couldn't let happen. She'd rather be killed than taken back to one of the creeds. she kept walking, hand now on her gun. she made sure it didn't look that way though, she wasn't stupid and that man severely underestimated her. and he was wrong, She wasn't the only one killing in this area, she knew for a fact that there was another assassin nearby. she didn't say so of course. that's not how she worked.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv nodded. His voice was quieter now. "I see. I feel hurt that you think I'd send people after you, you obviously don't know my reputation. Oh well, it seems like it's my time to leave." he stopped walking, waving with two fingers. "May your mind always be sharp, and your weapons always ready." He folded his arms. He had been more than polite with her, but his patience was at its end. Still the angsty teenager that one. But she seemed to follow the rules of the DG. That he could use against her. "Hmmph." He mused to himself, heading to a coffee shop.


Once inside, he ordered plain coffee. It was steaming hot, but he drank it as easily as someone would drink a glass of water. Now there was something he could do. He might not find the girl again, and he didn't want to, someone that sassy wasn't worth his time. What was though, was making sure all the marks in his guilds range were hit. not only would it piss the girl off, but also send a message. Not only to her, but the DG. Something that told them that the New Order wasn't to be trifled with. And nothing made him happier to get under their skin. Maciv flipped out his cellphone and dialed Vice's number. He put the phone to his ear. "What you want." Vice's gruff voice came from the phones speaker. "Get all the names of everyone who's wanted for anything by anyone in a five mile radius," Maciv said, taking a sip of his coffee, "Work is going to get a tad bit hectic."

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast killed the reporter by a river. she tossed the body into the river and went on to kill three more targets. ones that she was going to kill on other days. She was angry. She didn't let her anger make her sloppy. she killed cleanly and disposed of the bodies without a hitch. she was especially careful about having no witnesses. She regretted being forcing to kill one though. it was very unfortunate. she stopped killing after five targets were taken care of.

 

[Alstromeria]

Back at the optometrics research center, Vice had all needed supplise gathered, Jethro had all the guild ready, and Amous had all the paperwork filled out. In total, they had ninety six people whose blood was wanted. More would be killed in collateral damage, but hey, so was the way of the new order. Maciv himself would be in the field, doing the riskiest job. It could be considered an act of terrorism, but no matter, one of their clients had a particular dislike for a certain company. The company's main building, a skyscraper close to the edge of the city, was to be felled. Maciv lied down upstairs to get some rest. "We can start the fun as soon as the sun goes down." He said, "No use rushing things.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast was on her way home when she felt like she was being followed. she tried to lose her follower in every way she could and had finally thought that she'd succeeded when she was grabbed and felt something sink into her neck, a needle. It only took a second for her to realize what it was, a sedative. She fought until she could no longer move and passed out.

 

[kou]

Corei needed to find the man she had saw yesterday, she had been pondering on whether she would simply infiltrate the New Order Headquarters (if she had a chance of finding it) or simply taking up on leads through the Underground. Regardless, the DG were already antsy about it and she couldn't afford to fail. She decided that it would be best to just stick to the sidelines, wait for him to come to her, bait him.


And she knew exactly the way of doing so.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv was shaken awake by Jethro. He was considered the little brother of the group, even though Vice was the youngest. Although calling Vice any kind of 'little' was liable to get you punched. Maciv sat up. "It time?" Jethro nodded, hefting his assault rifle. "Yea. Get up, theres a job to do." Maciv obliged. They all had masks, some favored simply wrapping a cloth around their face, but most didn't, that was the old way. Some wore helmets, some wore ski masks, most wore hoods. But the founding fathers all wore blask half masks that covered their mouthes and noses. They all had a few markings, Jethro's had splotches of red, Vice had purple jaggs up one side. Amous's had four white bars down the middle. Maciv's had blue swirls eminating from the edges, not quite touching in the middle. "Waiting on you man, they think you're the leader." Amous said to Maciv. Maciv nodded. The guild knew that when Maciv spoke to them to be extremely quiet, he would not repeat himself. "Time to head out boyos." He said quietly. The men all began to leave the optometrists office one by one, by different directions as not to arouse suspicions under the cover of darkness. They were only twenty five strong, but they were the baddest bad ass(assins)es in the city. Maciv, Jethro, Vice and Amous exchanged one last glance and moved out, Amous moving stealthily, Vice following him, Jethro running into the darkness. Maciv was the only one to stroll down the street, directly in the direction of the building that was his tareget.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast woke in her house. it was a mess.She rubbed her head and got up. she was bleeding from her hand. she looked at it then at the wall. there were words written in blood and a bomb nearby. She cursed and fled the house, right before the bomb went off. she collapsed on the sidewalk.