The Wren: Semi-lit All Species Assassin RP. Accepting

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Castor . .
Castor blinked, stoic, but instide she was roiling. Both her teammates were no longer with her, but she didn't even know these others! She sighed, figuring they were probably both trainee's, or even less, if there was. She didn't know what they looked like, since she had never really prioritized anyone, Cas glanced around blankly, her violet eyes intense.

[~Erica~]

(um Master Quatre Erica has a c in it not a k just so you know))

Erica nodded happy with her team, she already met Chanae so she was pretty happy with the team that Shay had chosen for her. Actually she was just happy she got to go and could prove her worth as an assassin. They had been given male two, of course they weren't told any names. As soon as you knew the person's name he became more than a target he became intimate, a person with feelings. Erica sighed and stood. It was time she found her other team mates so they could plan some things out.

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{Hey, I don't know if I ever said so, but Hikari-879 told me over PM that they can't come on for a while due to Irene, and not to kick them out/move to far or anything. They said I was aloud to god-mod, but I won't try to do much of that, it makes me feel greasy...anyways, just wanted to let everyone know they probably won't be here for a while...}

[Mystic]

Chanae smiled in relief as she heard her name called out over the silent chatter, looking back at Erica with glee. Atleast she had been paired with one of her original teammates. But Joel.. She had no idea who he was. She shrugged to herself, looking back to Shay with a gleam in her light blue eyes. She wasn't too thrilled with her team being mixed up, but she didn't mind. She respected Shay and her choices, and if Shay thinks that changing their team was for the best, then she wouldn't complain.

[~Erica~]

Erica smiled back as Chanae caught her eye, Erica rose gracefully from her chair and threaded her way through the seats and other assassins until she reached Chanae. "Guess Shay liked part of our team then." she commented with a light smile. "You got any idea who Joel is?" she asked raising one eyebrow curiously. She had no idea, since Rouge tended to keep to herself quite a bit. Ay, it was getting hot again, Erica thought with a internal sigh. She pulled out a fan and flicked it open with a practiced motion and swept the fan back and forth in front of her face to cool down. She managed to do so successfully this time without killing her face.

[Mystic]

She grinned up at Erica as she skillfully dodged the other assasins. "Yeah, I'm glad we're still on the same team, to be honest I get kinda uncomfortable when I meet new people.." Chanae admitted with reluctance, her face set in a thoughtful frown. "Do you know who 'Stalker' is?" She asked, looking up at Erica as she whipped her deadly fan out. Chanae eyed the fan with curiosity, studying its razor blade edge. Wow.. She thought to herself as she admired it beautiful deadliness.

[~Erica~]

Erica noticed Chanae looking at her fan and grinned, she pulled the one that sat at her left hip out of it's case and handed it to the girl. "Try it out." she told her with a grin, "And yes I know stalker, so do you actually Malberry is stalker, and I'm Rogue, we're both in the same department, surveillance operatives." she explained to Chanae. She was still trying to figure out who Joel was though, male obviously but other than that she'd no idea how to identify him. Then she remembered, he was the one who had a habit of smoking right? She thought that was right anyways, she glanced around for him and spotted him in a few moments. She nodded his head in his direction, "That's Joel over there I think." she told Chanae.

[Mystic]

Chanaes eyes widened as Erica handed the other fan over. She took it delicately, flipping it open with a little swish of her hand, gasping as it flew open, the knife gleaming in the light. "Wooww.." She grinned, carefully testing it out. She looked up at Erica in wonder, stopping her little play session with the beautiful weaponry to observe Joel. "He seems nice" She said simply, studying him with interest.

[Derelict Draught]

Malberry pushes off the wall and begins to maneuver through the crowd. He listens for anyone referencing him. A familiar voice asks about Stalker from his right. Pausing his head tilts slightly as he looks past the crowd. Chaenae. Clearly not his partner. His eyes skim over the crowd looking for Bree's sour expression. Spotting the woman who looked as though plastic surgery was no longer an option, he starts to filter through the crowd. Not knowing who Booker was, he figured the same might be true of his teammate. As such, Bree would be the easiest banner for the two to meet at.

[Verdana]

Shay//

The weathered old veteran watched her killers accept her news. There were expressions of consternation, horror, joy, bewilderment, misery and excitement, to name but a few in the crowd. Shaygrin was not too worried about hurting feelings, though. She knew from experience that it was impossible to make any choice without at least someone feeling that they'd gotten the short end. She also knew that when they started working there would be no time for whining and stomping around in a huff. Everyone would be involved. Shaygrin would make sure of it.

Though she didn't like to admit it to herself, the job that they were working on was more than a little bit personal to her. Shay and Malicia had hated each other from their first meeting, and the enmity had only grown from there. The two women were probably as old as each other, and evenly matched in cunning and skill. They trod on each other's toes, and that was the problem. Their turf overlapped. They were too similar. Thus, they despised one another with a cool and controlled menace. Shaygrin would have no regrets about seeing Malicia dead. If it were by her hand, so much the better.

And then, of course, there was the Velia speculation. At this point, it was all just guesswork, but Shaygrin was almost certain that it had been Snark and Malicia's doing. All the more reason for her to stay out of the whole mess. She'd appoint someone else as Coordinator. Someone with leadership potential. Someone she could trust.

//Bree//

I wait for my team to come to me. Everyone in the Wren can put a face to my name, so it makes sense. I'm not entirely pleased with my mother's teaming, but I daresay I'll never been completely satisfied with anything. That would just be complacency, and I do not roll over and play dead for anything. My mother's given me a trainee, but as trainees go, he's not the worst. It's that Booker chap, and since he's a vampire my hopes for him are high. I hope he's not the traditional sort, because having one of my teammates spontaneously combust would be very inconvenient indeed. However, if he does decide to, hurr hurr, go to pieces on me, I'm sure I will make a plan. I'm resourceful that way.

My mother is handing out envelopes to the three groups. Despite myself, I feel my pulse increase. These envelopes will give us our tightrope, as it were. The time, the place and sometimes even the manner of deaths we are to deliver. We will have to dance over these rigid instructions, thinking of everything and personalising it, without breaking a rule which could lead to a significant dent in our own fate. Our envelope, to my displeasure, is handed to Stalker as he makes his way over to me. I try not to weave impatiently. When he gets into earshot, I raise an eyebrow pointedly.

Well, open it! What does it say?