Fantasy The Blade of Anarchy

[Tasteless]

Master Assassin


He stands upon the rusty pipes, watching the Watch Guards below him blissfully talk among themselves and make witty jokes. In seconds he has dissipated through the air, and reemerges out of thin air, on the roof of a building not far from his last position. He is gone again, and back on another nearby building. He watches the streets below. No Arc Pylons, No Wall of Light or Watch Tower. Instead, two Machine Men. They walk on tall metal legs, and carry explosive bolts that could kill one of his subordinates in seconds. Night had fallen over them, and they were approaching the Lord Regent's den. He has written plans and possibly coordinates of where Lady Annabel has been taken to, given she is still alive. Silently, The Master Assassin surveys as a group of young adults and a few children run into the street. Their clothing is ratty and stained, and some of the adults look pale with blood on their cheeks. Blade's face was hidden by a black Plague Doctor leather mask with a pointed beak similar to a bird. Yet it was frightening to see within the night, or at all. His mask meant death to many in this City.


The group of possibly infected is trailed by another Machine Man, who is laughing. Blade shakes his head slightly, what a sight it was. These men were sure to kill this group of young adults and children, and that's the world they live in. Blade could do nothing to help, this sad event would actually benefit the Assassins in sneaking past these blundering Tall Men. That's when he heard the familiar faint beep of one of his Assassins teleporting. He whips his gaze around, just to see a familiar body on the building across from him.

Assassin of Secrets
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It was disgusting. The city was littered with plagued corpses and drunken Watch Guards. She moves silently along side Blade. While she was a scout, some often rumored her to be his favorite. He had saved her life many years ago, and since then he is rarely seen without her watching over him. The streets were quiet, until she heard the familiar sound of electric bolts being powered up. She winced, almost expecting them to be shot at. Instead, the laughter of the Machine Men below made her stomach churn. She watches as one of the Machine Men corals a group of possibly infected into the street. She knows she cannot intervene, yet that doesn't mean she can't watch. She looks toward Blade, who is already beginning to continue forward in their mission. She'd catch up later on, she wanted to watch.


She Teleports away from the group, and onto the building across the street. She admitted a faint beep, looking over and notices Blade watching her, possibly displeased but the mask over his face hid any expression. She looks below her, there was children within the group. She steps closer to the edge, yet this city has been rotting and decaying over the years. That seems to have slipped her mind, so when the tiles of the roof slip out under her feet, shock surges through her body.


Frantically, Delilah teleports back toward the building where her family of Assassins were. Yet she hadn't been close enough. In a second, Blade is where she should have landed, he reaches out to grab her. Instead of grabbing her, he grabs her hood that rips from her weight, sending her plummeting toward the ground below.


Delilah hits the ground with a firm thud, which forces the air out of her lungs. Her vision is hazy, and pain pulsates in the back of her head. She gets onto her knees, looking around. The group of possible infected had scattered, and the three Machine Men were looking straight into Delilah's soul.

 

[Tice]

Demetri would trace the street tops. It was dusk, and he held doubt in a watchman's sight. They did not live in the dark and twilight like he, but were rather comforted with food and homes. Still, it was much better than his alternative.


He left his home upon a night like this, after his father had gone to far in his drunken rage. He'd always drink like that since the Plague took Mother, believing the bottle of hoodlum ale held the answer to his prayers. Demetri moved subtly fast, not sprinting, but instead running softly, subduing most of his noise. He turned, moving almost on instinct to a pub he frequented, Marty's. He hated booze-the smell, the sight, and if he ever tried it, the taste, probably. Sure, it was an unfair bias, but the stuff made someone evil. He'd scale downward to ground level, sliding upon piping and footholds in the uneven masonry work that made the buildings. Following the one point of light in the decrepit street, he'd push in the free-hanging door.


He immediately cringed at the smell of intoxication, making his way with speed to the counter.


"Marty, I got something for ya." He'd say.


A plump, aged man would rise from under the bar, saying, in a croak-


"It better be good. I'm packed tight. Damn plague makes them desperate."


With a nod, Demetri would say,


"I got a huge spool of copper wiring from an old Pylon. Heard you had...electrical problems?"


"I do, in fact. Now hand it over."


"...Do you think I'm dumb? Give me two pounds for it." And on that note, he'd place the tightly-wound coil in front of him.


"One pound. No more."


Demetri would lift the coil, saying-


"To hell with you; I know plenty of people that'll pay more than I offered for this."


"Give me the coil, kid."


"Get off your lazy are and find it yourself! This one stays with me."


He'd pivot, placing the coil upon his satchel on his back. Demetri would hear the squeal of a wooden chair leg scraping the stone as one of the burly meatheads of Marty's would block his path to the door, saying-


"Hand it over. Be gentle with it."


Demetri would sigh, acting defeated, and as the tension left the room's atmosphere, he'd bolt, his scrawny frame squeezing pass the giant and out the door. He was immediately seized by the arms, the door attendants slamming him on his back. They'd wail punches in a torrent, bruising whatever skin they could hit. The brute appeared, kicking into his ribs, one feeling as though it had busted. As his consciousness rolled over, Demetri felt the same foreign presence enter his mind, his soul, his very being.


It was a year ago when Demetri first encountered the Rogue. How he knew the name, hell never know, as the Rogue was always wordless to him. He never saw him in his waking hours, but felt his subtle hints as he'd go through the day. While other children laughed and outcasted him from an already shoddy group, the Rogue did not. Nor did he entirely comfort him, but it gave Demetri purpose.


But now, it was useless to him. In a spur of newfound strength, Demetri would lift from the ground, spinning the makeshift knife in his hand to an attendant, cutting his side deeply. Before he could move, the wave of beating continued, destroying his resolve.


And the damn watchmen patrol the infected, he thought.

 

[Cloud Nagasake]

Rim Soo Tang

Hunter

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Location: On a rooftop

As time ticked and the birds chirped the clouds cloaked the bright star in the sky. Rim Soo had remained close by, he was told to be an eye in the sky for this mission. Though for some reason he couldn't help but feel an unsettling sensation of nausea. He couldn't focus for hours it seemed. The past few days he had been feeling gloomy and sick due to mourning the lose of his older brother and father three years ago. He was also feeling uneasy because he was concerned with his mother and younger sister were doing since he last left them in good care. Time truly flies.... He thought.


Rim had knelt down on a flat rooftop several yards away from Blade and Delilah's location. Waiting patiently as he watched over the two and taking a glimpse away every now and then. The guards were out in the open along with potentially infected civilians. He had his bow out and clasped tightly in his left hand with an arrow placed firmly against the string. Minutes more passed as the three waited and watched over the displeasing display that took place below perhaps feeling the same way he felt about it. He dropped his attention to the concrete rooftop beneath his feet for what it seemed like a second before swiftly bringing it back up to catch the sight of Delilah fall from her spot of the roof. Blade had clearly attempted to save her, but her hood was torn from her jacket once he grabbed it. "Delilah!" He silently shouted.


Rim had carefully stood up and moved to position himself on the roof to accurately watch his fellow scout as below. He kept a watchful eye out for Delilah and the guards for their next move. He raised his bow up and pulled back on the arrow slightly and held its position firmly. The moment Delilah's life was threatened Rim was prepared to fire on contact.



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[ProRPer]

Alonzo D. Boton

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Location


A Parade


Alonzo D. Boton, or X, discreetly walked through the crowd of the 1st class civilians. He had jumped a gate on his way there, the outside of the gate being flooded with hordes of infected. X was alerted that there was a parade for somebody special going on. Somebody... Political, so to speak. X saw this as an opportunity: One less corrupt being to deal with.


X's fancy robes and attire overall managed to aid him well when it came to blending in with the higher class people. He kept pushing through the crowd, hearing the occasional vomit of an infected one outside of the gates every now and then, but it didn't phase him. Although, it was funny to watch these rich snobs retort in disgust when they would hear such things.


Finally, after what seemed to be an hour of walking, X was at the front of the crowd, the line being made by a steel fence. He looked out, seeing a dirt road. This must be where the event is taking place... X thinks to himself, looking for his target. Suddenly, he saw him. X's target was a high valued target around this part of the city. To be honest, X wasn't so sure why, but he just knew that the sooner he would get rid of him, the better.


First though, he had to get close to the man. It appeared that he was planning on getting an enclosed carriage, so if X could just get on the same carriage, he would be able to take him down discreetly. He had to think up some kind of plan. Of course! He thinks, a sinister looking smile coming across his face. He could already tell that there were more people planning to get on the same carriage... Maybe more targets who are just as valuable. That wasn't the point, however.


X had come up with a plan, and immediately, began pushing through the crowd yet again. He had to get "backstage" so he could join the target in the parade itself. The event being quite prominent, the crowd only became more squeezed in, forcing X to literally force people out of the way to get by them. After what had seemed an eternity, he finally got to a steel door leading into a small structure. It had a sign on the front in big, bold, red letters...

Restricted Area

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He lets out a sigh, debating on whether he should take the risk of entering or not. Suddenly, his stupid side kicked in, and he pulled the handle, the door opening. Quickly, he slid through, closing the door behind him. Although, perhaps he closed it too fast and too hard. In an instant, a guard stumbled in the room.





"Ahh... There you are-- Uh- Please... Come in." The guard mumbles, burping before he exits the room. It was quite convenient that the guard himself was drunk, and seemed to have absolutely no idea what he was doing. X had a sneaking suspicious for a moment, but being the insane person he really is, he played along. He followed the guard, leaving the small building he just went into and coming out into an almost darker area. He felt the dirt beneath his feet, realizing that he was actually outside, but the dim sunlight was being blocked by a curtain on his left. Apparently, that's where the parade itself was going to begin.





"In here you see..." The guard implies, somehow in a more sober tone. X glances over to where he's gesturing, seeing the carriage. Apparently they had just put the curtain up, as X saw the carriage in the exact same spot before he made his way into the restricted area. Seeing the target a seat up from where X was going to sit, an evil smirk came across his face. Perfect. He thinks to himself, making his way over to the carriage in the process.





He grabs onto a handle on the outside of the carriage, pulling himself up and onto a seat directly behind the target. The drunk guard clumsily closes the carriage door, leaving the inside of the carriage itself, with the curtains, completely dark. Alonzo couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a little bit of fun. Suddenly, in the pitch blackness, he begins humming an almost horror sounding tune.


Due to the slightly quickened breathing of the man, X could tell that he was already freaking out. He began to raise his tone when he was cut off by both a small amount of light beaming in the carriage, and the target saying something, "Didn't think you would be the one to do the deed." The man says in a somewhat cold voice.





"So, you know?" X replies, almost a bit sad that things didn't play out perfectly.





"Of course I knew; I saw you when you came in here." The target sighs, only pausing for a brief moment, "Well? Get on with it." He mutters, the slight fear in his voice a bit too obvious.





"Hmm... I'll consider--" X was about to make a smart ass remark when the sound of cheering and clapping invaded his ears, along with the feeling of the carriage moving.


The parade had begun.


"Well, I guess it's now or never huh? From what I could observe, this isn't the longest parade in history. You'll probably be out of here in what, five minutes tops?" X remarks, actually seeing how short the dirt road actually went on for.





The man simply didn't reply, his posture, breathing, and pale skin clearly stating that he was in complete fear. X had been waiting to strike, taking his precious time, when he suddenly heard yells of the guards half way through the parade, the carriage right in the middle of the crowd.


"Hey!"


"Stop! We--"


"ASSASSIN!!!" One of the guards suddenly screamed out. The cheering in the crowd was replacing by people murmuring in fear. The guards knew that X wasn't supposed to be on the carriage, and that he himself was an Assassin.


X noticed his target sighing of relief. Alright, I don't have time for this. He thinks to himself as the stomping of boots and drawing of swords gets closer and closer by the second.


He slides out his dagger from his sheathe on the back of his waist. Taking it in both of his hands and leaning forward, plunging the sharp dagger right into the target's heart.


"Gah!" The man yelled as the blade made impact.





The yelling of the target only made the stomping of the boots faster, and even the drawing of a few firearms, from what X could hear. Alonzo released his grip, leaving the blade in the man's chest as he pulled the red velvet curtain to the side just a little bit, looking out to see about 15 guards with their firearms and swords drawn.


For a quick and brief moment, X glances back towards the man, seeing that he, miraculously, was still alive. But then again, he hadn't taken the blade out yet, so not too much blood had spilled. Still though, it had made direct impact on his heart. X retracts his hand, letting the curtain fall back into place.


"Come out Assassin! You coward!" One of the guards screams, making the crowds behind the fences, who apparently were still there, shudder in fear.


Eventually, the target breathed his last breath. Out of a sign of respect, X rested his hand on the man's eyes, closing them. He then uses his right hand to rip the blade out of his chest. As soon as he did, blood spurted everywhere. Even though X was an Assassin, he wasn't much for a lot of blood.


He sheathed the dagger in his sheathe on the back of his waist as he leaned to check outside the carriage window again. Most of his view, however, was obstructed by a figure. He craned his neck, seeing a guard directly outside the window with his sword drawn. The guard, as the carriage was locked, apparently, threw a flying punch towards the window. It went straight through the glass, punching X hard in the face.


X grunts as he falls back in his chair a little bit. As he was attempting to recover from the punch, he heard the sound of the carriage unlocking, since the guard had reached his arm through the broken glass.


The guard, with 8 other guards stood behind him with guns drawn towards the carriage, swung the door open. The guards, prepared to fire, were left with nothing but a dead body in the front. They scratched their heads in confusion as they began to investigate the carriage. X was standing on a five story building, looking down at the carriage and clueless guards with a grin on his face.


He had teleported out of the carriage just in time, and was now standing several feet away from the carriage itself. He simply stood on the roof, watching the guards until they would end their endeavors and give up. Such a shame to have guards as lazy as that. He would tell his fellow Assassins later; He just wanted to see the look on the guard's faces.

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[The Omen of Death]

Exorcist​

He knew the plan, looked over all possibilities and was ready to adjust the plan at any split second from Blades. Salvadore while wearing his mechanical mask, created with the human skull in mind to cause fear, hypocritically still wore his old uniform... If at times it was not fear that struck down his foes, it was the surprise to identify the uniform and himself those who did not know him knew him as "The Exorcist" the poltergeist here was the corruption and he was one of those who took up arms in the shadows. Nonetheless who saw him the blade that struck, still did the talking, and with that in mind; Everyone who stood in they're way dropped dead nonetheless, he was rushing silently at the rooftops, knowing this was a big assassination, the Lord Regent was their target and with the possibility of Lady Annabel being there. This could be a chance for some redemption, the revenge would still come in time... He caught sight of Blade and Delilah and teleported next to them after then she teleported to another building. He caught the glimpse of where she went and then Rim who was also working as the eyes of mission, and then the machine men as they eyed down possibly infected. Then suddenly as he began to plan out an approach, he realized Blade had been trying to catch Delilah, who had failed her teleport back, he tried to grab her but too late as she fell and had the machine men staring her down... Oh great, there goes the element of surprise now, it's time to knock early on they're door. He mused as he began to plan a stealthy way to move forward.... While hoping the rest of his fellow assassins would arrive.


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[ProRPer]

Alonzo D. Boton

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Location


The Rooftops





Alonzo Boton, after having been detected by one of the guards down below, decided that it was time to make his escape. He turned and quickly dashed away, as the guards had had their weapons aimed towards him. The booming sound of guns firing attacked Alonzo's ears as he evaded the deadly bullets. Without any second thoughts, he jumped from one roof to another, the area below crawling with infected. If he had missed the jump, it was dubious that even his teleportation ability could save him from so many infected souls.


He landed firmly on the edge of the other roof. Due to the roof being slanted, he lost a little bit of balance, but easily repositioned himself. He ran across the roof, the sound of guns firing and boots marching still emitting across the area. Alonzo quickly made another jump, the gap much bigger this time. Several feet away from the next roof, Alonzo instantly used his teleportation ability to make it to the other building.


He, again, landed firmly, not loosing his balance this time as the roof was flat. He saw a tall clock tower up ahead. Not sure if his teleportation power was strong enough to take him there, he took a risk anyways. He teleported, just making it to the ledge of the top of the tower. He quickly gripped it, letting out a grunt as his body slammed into the tower itself. Slowly, he lowered himself, swiftly swinging into the tower. Having lost the guards, he stood beside the large, golden bell as he gawked into the distance, observing the infected town. He noticed a few Machine Men wondering the streets. Luckily, Alonzo was too high up for any of the Machines to notice him.


Something interesting, however, caught his attention. He squinted his eyes, focusing on three machine men a little bit further away. It looked like they were just beginning to torture a group of infected or something. However, his suspicions were raised when he saw two other assassins on the rooftops, one of them being the Master Assassin himself, and another one with a bow. After a while, he took into note yet another Assassin: The Exorcist.


'What the hell is going on?' Alonzo thinks to himself as just about all three of the Assassins seemed to be surprised at something. It was then that X caught glimpse of Delilah, his fellow Scout, being surrounded by the three Machine Men he had his attention focused on. His eyes widened as he then knew exactly what was going on.


There was no way that X would get there in time, so simply leaned against the bell, and if things got out of control, he would make his way over there as quickly as possible