Fantasy Assassins: Battles of the Creeds

[Angst]

Austin Gouldwinn walked the halls of the New Order's fortress, listening to the dull echo of his feet hitting the floor. He had been running back and forth between a series of strategy meetings with the higher-ups all day (which had been ultimately unfruitful and very tedious.), but everyone else had since gone out on what seemed like an endless spree of killing rampages, leaving him behind to guard the fort. He found it a bit funny that they trusted him enough to leave him alone and guard the place, but not to come out with them into the heat of things.


He decided to go outside and survey the surrounding landscape for anything (or anyone) suspicious to keep from becoming too entirely bored alone with his thoughts. Making sure not to stay too far from the fort's entrance, just in case someone actually happened to be hiding out here and had seen him leave, he clutched his single handgun to his side and began looking around.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv tilted his head to one side, eyes cold, piercing, and dangerous. "You don't seem to recognize me. I feel dissapointed that the DG doesn't teach the faces of their former agents. Especially the ones who seem to pop up and kill the DG without reguard of witnesses." Mavic knelt down, looking the agent in the eye. He was excessively quiet now. "I am the superior. I am Maciv Deaydo. And if the burning building in the distance and the ninety six dead people who will be discovered in the morning doesn't tell the Death Guard that I'm not to be screwed with, they'll have a messanger with a bullet in her leg to tell them as well." Maciv stood up, motioning back to the window. "If you need help getting out the window, I have someone that will be more than happy to throw you that way. However I doubt you came unarmed, so you can leave by yourself." Maciv motioned for her to leave. Then he pressed a finger to his ear. "Aussy Ghoul," He spoke softly, oh so softly, using Austin Goulwinn's code name, "If you aren't out of sight, get that way, and stay that way. Immediately."

 

[kou]

Corei decided the threat was more James Bond-ish than she had expected and felt somewhat.. disappointed. She nodded obediently however, playing the good messenger while inwardly flipping off the man who called himself Mavic. "Very well, see you.. never." She stood, ignoring the agonizing pain before slipping out of the window. Walking away from the safehouse, a steady stream of curses spilled out of her mouth. "He's a fucking asshole but I guess I can respect that."

 

[Angst]

Austin heard Maciv's voice come through the intercom in his ear, a command to remove himself from sight. He pressed his own finger to his ear and responded, "Understood, sir," before entering back into the fort to await further commands. He continued his personal tour of the empty halls, the echoes once again his only company. At least it was better than killing, he thought as twirled his gun in his hands.

 

[Alstromeria]

"Oh, and Ghoul," Maciv said into his earpiece once the DG agent was gone, "Don't call me sir. We're all part of the guild." He detested any form of titles in the guild, only respect. It was good the kid knew his place, but Maciv still didn't like being called 'sir'. It made him feel older. Maciv waved at his agents dismissively, headed downstairs. "Thanks for the gun, Gin." He said.


He came into the room with Stitches and the girl. He pulled up a chair and folded his hands under his chin. Stitches was washing his hands. "I'm all done." he said, "Your shirt is at the corner of the table young one." He dried his hands and nodded at Maciv. "I heard a gunshot. Trouble, or Gin?" Maciv snorted. "DG 'messanger'. She wanted to tell us..." Stitches cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at the girl. Maciv waved his hand dismissively. "She's part of the guild. Is that right?" Maciv's gaze turned to the outcast.

 

[kou]

The fucker had done a number on her thigh, she stared at the likely infected wound before leaning against the wall and praying that she did not make a stupid decision to go back towards the safehouse and possibly allow herself to be killed. At least she would take a few NO members down with her. The Death Guard had not deigned a coherent response concerning her leg as she had not informed anyone. As if piecing together a rather tedious puzzle her mind formed one name:


'Lorenzo.'


@Griffin

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast slipped her shirt on. "what? I'm still trying to get my left ear to stop ringing." She said.


@Alstromeria

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv made a noise of displeasure in his throat. He hated being told to speak up, and he hated being told to repeat himself. Stitches saw this and jumped in. "You're part of the guild, he says." Maciv nodded. "She asked for help." Maciv said plainly. "Oh, she asked for help," Stitches said, "Of course. She's part of the guild." He tossed his hands in the air, a look of displeasure. "What about her past?" Maciv sighed. "You know what I say about the past. that's not how I judge people." Stitches bobbed his head, "Let the past be in the past, and all choices be to those who have to live with them, I know, I know." He leaned against the table, "But if I help someone who asks for it, I want to know more about them." Maciv glared at him, his icy blue eyes piercing the man to the bone. "May the past be in the past. And all choices. Go to those who have. To live. With them." Maciv said, slowly and quietly. Stitches turned paler than his white coat.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast watched the two for a minute and inwardly shuddered. I'm glad I left when I did. Damn. Although at that time I really didn't have a choice... Outcast thought to herself. She decided it was best if she stayed silent at this point.

 

[Alstromeria]

Stitches swallowed and nodded once. "She's part of the guild?" Maciv dropped his gaze. "She's part of the guild." Stitches looked at the outcast. "She's part of the guild." Maciv nodded. "She's part of the guild." Stitches rubbed the back of his neck. "She's part of the guild." Maciv stood up. this was how he communicated with some of the members of the guild that didn't show him respect sometimes, repetition of what they needed to say was a sure-fire way to get it into their heads that something was the way it is now. He gestured to the outcast for her to say it as well. "You're part of the guild."

 

[Little Masky]

I might as well play along. He's out of his mind. I knew I should've gotten to the DG. Outcast looked at him. "I'm part of the guild."

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv smiled, "Good to hear." Stitches nodded once again. "She's part of the guilld." He left the room now that his purpose was done. Maciv raised his hands apologetically, a small smile still clinging to his lips. "I'm sorry about that. He should know not to ask people about where they're from. Causes bad blood. He's one of the more skeptical ones here, which isn't a bad thing, skepticism keeps us alive sometime." Maciv noticed he may have appeared a bit dominating at that moment. Let's face it, he was. He wasn't usually a controlling person, but when things needed done or a point needed to get across, he was no joke. "Anyways. Welcome to the guild. You'll be recognized and respected alot more by EVERYONE once you do your first job, yada yada yada. Savvy?"

 

[Griffin]

'"she just got back in." the woman spoke to Lorenzo pointing in the direction of the wounded girl. "probably got hurt and everything, huh?" he mumbled to himself, for her to be back so soon, oh just great. He run his hand through his hair as he made his way towards the 'messenger'. He had found her against a wall but he was not sure what to say. "So what's the situation? did you do a good job for us?" he couldn't help but smile, it was something that was plastered on his face forever, "are you...okay?"


 
@Annabella

 

[Little Masky]

I understand." Outcast replied. She hated taking orders but she really didn't have a choice. "There is something you really should know..."she started to say.


@Alstromeria

 

[kou]

Corei shook her head, hissing as she slathered alcohol onto the wound before glancing up at the... you have got to be fucking kidding! He was smiling, an unnatural but eerily joyful smile. It was quite possibly the most contagious thing she had encountered all day and she giggled, unable to help herself. "You could say that, I fucked with a member and he got pissy and I got a bullet hole and a threat that was more dramatic than this job." She braced herself as she wrapped the gauze around her thigh, scowling. "He tells us all to go- quote, unquote- fuck ourselves."


@Griffin

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv nodded. "You mentioned something like that on the street. I assume this is it?" He leaned forwards. "Oh, hold on a minute." He ticked off the points on his fingers. "You get to choose your jobs, no rules, no requirements. All areas and aspects of the guild are available to all people, and neither me, nor any of the other founding fathers ask you to do anything. Rarely. And when we do, it's perfectly optional, and more of a suggestion for your own safety." Maciv bobed his head. "Now that we have that out of the way, I'm all ears."

 

[Little Masky]

"Ok. I was jumped near my house and knocked out. And when I woke the place was a mess. My weapons were gone and so was all my ammo. There was a symbol and writing on the wall that was in my own blood. It said join or die. And the symbol was some sort of bird or something. There was a bomb and I barely made it out before it went off. I've never seen the symbol before and I believe someone may be forming a third guild. If they targeted a rogue then they'll target others as well. I personally would rather avoid whoever tried to blow me up but if they start targeting guild members... We could have a massacre." Outcast tried to speak calmly, but she knew a bit of her fear seeped into her voice.

 

[Griffin]

His eyes widened with some sort of childish amusement, "so mature." he chuckled, "well we are dealing with a man who used to be a former member of the DG and NOW he's a high up in the new order." quiet frankly he had expected it to be the other way around, expected her to just literally smoke everyone and leave one goon with the message, but it was better this way if they were dealing with the guy they think they are, He has exceptional knowledge of the DG and the perks of being a NO founder, this, this was definitely not an ideal situation for them. "So he did -not- whatsoever show any interest in this...meeting?"


@Annabella

 

[kou]

Corei stood, balancing herself by grabbing onto the wall. "So that explains the superiority complex he possesses and the unnatural knowledge of the DG, he didn't want to meet and had a clear idea of destroying us.. I wouldn't put it past him that he sent spies after us but honestly I'll be happy to snap their necks for you... just tell me when." Corei brushed a hair through her fringe before reaching for her daggers and sheathing them once more. "What does the DG say?"


@Griffin

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv stared. "Excuse me, what?" He asked, "I thought you just said that there was someone trying to make a third guild that tried to kill you, but they also want you to join. Hmm." Maciv folded his hands and rested his chin on them, propping his elbows on his knees. "Well, they are probably defectants from DG and are just trying to grow. Nobody from my guild would do something stupid like that." He raised one of his fingers, hands still in the same position. "Have to respect their style though. They expected you to survive, and they expected you and only you to see the message, probably expecting you to go to the DG and spread the word, cause stress, paranoia. I'd bet they were not expecting you to come to our guild. So now, I'm pretty sure they might try the same thing with other rouges." Maciv's powers of deduction were sharper than most peoples, nothing got past those startling blue eyes, nor the brain behind them. Or the person they belonged to. "As of now, the best choice would be to ignore this," Maciv continued, "If this happens again with more and more people, rouges or the DG themselves, it could turn out extremely well for the guild. More members who don't like the DG and are out to protect themselves are a good thing. We'd have to spread them out a bit though, we only have 25 people, making up four squads." He unclasped his hands and rested them on his knees. "That's where you come along. You would be the perfect role model for the misfits and traitors we pick up. Now you aren't obligated, but I don't see why you wouldn't want to carry more respect with your name, once you make one for yourself."

 

[Griffin]

"Well DG is run by a bunch of smug bastards, and I love them," he put his hand on his chest and titled his head, "trust me I do." Lorenzo shifted awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, "buuut DG probably wouldn't be ready for some war against the New order, lord knows that it would definitely cause some sort of disturbance to civilian life and that's an automatic no go. Not to mention the fact that capable individuals nowadays aren't interested in the death guard lifestyle. The whole reason for the meeting...was so that the dg could come up with something ... some sort of truce, maybe? I really don't know...if it does end up messy it's basically gonna be the both of us versus them." he coughed out a laugh, "that'd be hilarious."


@Annabella

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast shrugged. "I'm usually ignored. But respect sounds nice. The only name I've ever had is Outcast and I've come to like it. I'm not used to being anything but a rogue so... I've got a lot to learn... I was in the NO when I was younger and after that I was taken by the DG... It sucked there to be honest."


@Alstromeria

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv nodded. "Ah, when Vice and Amous were in the habit of kidnapping people. Yea, they don't do that anymore, it got boring." Maciv's voice was slightly louder than normal now, it usually was when he was having casual, friendly conversations. "Anyways. The way the marks that went down in our turf that weren't our doing had no witnesses, almost no collateral damage, and nearly none of the bodys were found within a three month time period." He smirked. "Quite an accomplishment. I'd be proud of yourself. But you also need to learn to do things quicker, nobody's just going to walk into a dark alley and say 'kill me'." Maciv tapped his chin a bit, rethinking that statement. "Allright, once in awhile the stuipid ones do that, but you know. Like that man you saw me off that one night, just, snap." he made a twisting motion with his hands. "Nobody but you saw me do it. And remember, nothing's illegal if you don't get caught."

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast nodded slightly feeling a bit more comfortable around him. "Yeah. Usually I try to kill in areas where I won't have to go far to dispose of the bodies. There are a few that do go into dark alleys. The stupid ones are fun to kill sometimes."

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv nodded. "Yea. Well, it's been fun chatting, but I'm turning in for the night. Most of us just crash on chairs or the couches, but I sleep upstairs. Theres also extra cots in one of the closets, they don't look like it, but they're some of the most comfortable things in the world." He stood up and cracked his knuckles. "I'll share what you told me with the other founding fathers later. But for now, get some sleep, you've had a rough day." With that, Maciv left and trudged up the stairs.


In one of the bedrooms upstairs, there was a bed, but Maciv prefered to sleep in the closet. There was an old matress set in there that fit just right, and this is where he curled up to sleep. If someone wanted to (Stitches usually) the bed would be ocupied by the time the night was over. Gin had volunteered to take watch, it didn't matter, there was only about six hours left in the night. Then one of them would head back to the base. Maciv slept like he had for eighteen years, dreamlessly, on his stomach.