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Username; yacht.
Name; Her real name is Marisol Nightingale.
Usually goes by Melaine Caige to her targets.
'Swan Song' is written on all of her calling cards,
but she does not go by that.
Gender; Female, though she is a demigirl
and doesn't mind they/them.
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Poison.
Swiss army knife.
Calling cards.
All check.
I tucked my weaponry within a lovely silk jacket, before sliding it over my dress.
All set for an assassination.
Well, someone didn't get enough hugs as a pup, deciding to hire me. Apparently,
the target is their childhood enemy, now a successful businessman that was
literally swimming in money. What had happened that was so impactful that they
decided to hire me for the job? That was outside of my liberty to ask. I keep mum
about other unnecessary details, I just kill the Cleud they choose with no other
questions as long as I got my money.
That aside, my target is going to host some kind of party tonight, and my client
decided that it was the perfect time to assassinate him. The party was open to
the public, so I could get in easily. Though the assassination itself may not be as
easy.
I plastered a sweet smile across my face, before parading towards the house.
A stern-looking Cleud stands at the door, holding open the door for the guests.
I shot him an disingenuous beaming grin, before strutting in.
The table of food immediately catches my eye. I could poison the food, but it
might be for naught since I didn't know if the host would eat the food. Also,
there are many Cleuds just hanging around near the table, chatting with a glass
of wine or punch in their paws. I can't afford to have any witnesses. I amble
further into the crowd, feeling as if I'm getting closer to my target each second.
Eventually, I reach what I assume is the dance floor. Surprisingly, only a single,
extravagant chandelier hangs from the ceiling, giving off a very fancy ballroom
feel. I look around, intent on finding my target, before I feel a tap on my
shoulder. I whip around, recognizing my target. Maybe it would be simple after
all. " May I have this dance? " he asked, a front paw held out. I was not looking
forward to that, but it would make my task easier. Plastering a fake smile
across my face, I took his paw.
" I have never seen such a charming lady from around this area, may I know
your name? "
Knowing that it was the time to hide myself under a fake identity, I hid a smirk.
" Melaine. Melaine Caige. "
I am lucky stories come to me so easily, as we conversed while we danced.
After a few songs, we got worn out, and my target ended up personally inviting
me into his tea room. We chatted more.
I faked a jubilant laugh as I slipped poison into his tea, and hid a smile as he
sipped the tea. As we were going to talk about vacation destinations, he convulsed
before abruptly falling to the ground with a loud thump.
I stroked his mane, put my calling card in his paw and leapt into the veil of the night.
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