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

[~Erica~]

Erica followed Chanae easily slipping in and out of the shadows that were created by the lighting, she became more of a blur but you could still see her as she moved, her outline was just vague, rather like when you see a person far away in the rain or fog. She glanced back once to beckon to Joel to follow. She was mildly amused by the rather random thought that flitted through her mind. The both of them looked older than her by maybe two years or so, but out them she was most certainly the oldest. She wasn't sure why that thought amused her so much, but then again considering she found talking into a fan amusing at times it wasn't very surprising. Who says assassins can't have a sense of humor and have fun? Well fun that doesn't involve a contract anyways. "How much farther is the library?" she asked Chanae. Her eyes narrowed as a figure stepped out from behind a pillar. She stopped and crossed her arms surveying this new person.

[Marmoset]

Felix quickly disappeared back behind the pillar again, the cat reappeared, a little pink collar with a bell tinkled as it trotted towards Erica

[Mystic]

Chane's ears pricked at the tinkle of a bell, her head cocking to the side to look at what was causing the sound. Her eyes narrowed as she saw a tan little cat, trotting up to Erica. No.. It wasn't a cat. It was another shapeshifter. Chanae's pale blue eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't seen another 'shifter in years. But, this was the Wren. There was bound to be other shapeshifters. She swiftly turned around to analise the cat. "Oh, are you new?" She said casually to the little feline, bending down to get a closer look.

[Marmoset]

Felix nodded her tiny cat head, then shifted to human form, "I'm Amira, but most people call me Mira or Felix" her golden hair was pulled together at the side, a pair of headphones hung around her neck next to the pink collar. "You are a shapeshifter too?" she asked Chanae

[Verdana]

[Porridge: I understand writer's block, but please try to keep your posts at more than a sentence in length. Are you sure that you are at semi-literate level?]

[Marmoset]

((I forget to put in full stops alot of the time, instead I just put a comma, Im tired right now, I'm meant to be asleep))

[Mystic]

Chanae grinned as she saw the tiny cat transform into a young women, the little pink collar still around her neck. "Yeah, I am." She replied awkwardly, not knowing anything else to say. She hadn't met another shapeshifter in awhile and she was curious as to how this one acted. "When did you arrive?"

[~Erica~]

Erica watched the two shape shifting females since she really had nothing else to do. She leaned back against the pillar from where the cat had first appeared and 'disappeared' into the shadow. This time you really couldn't see her since the shadow around the pillar was quite dark and her special cape broke up her form, distorting her image. She frowned as she realized that she wouldn't be able to wear her cape on the job. She'd have to just stick to wearing darker clothing instead.

[Derelict Draught]

Having stared at Ty's back for a small eternity, Malberry lets out a sigh as he turns away. So much for that. Ty would be allowed to keep his little realm of control. Slipping from the room into the hall, he starts towards where he had left the other two. "First set of flights doesn't leave for a few days. And your request, Sourpuss, was emphatically denied." Settling against the wall, he watches his two teammates for a moment before continuing. "So have you decided on the method of execution? Your disguises?"

[Verdana]

Ty//

Back to work, back to work... His fingers flew blindly over the keys of his computer. Ty no longer needed to look at his computer to know what he was doing. It was a part of him, just like Bree's gun was an extension of her destructive mind, or his mother's (he was tempted to say 'secret bottle of port' but didn't, because she insisted that that was all behind her) knives were a part of her. He fought and he killed, just in a different way to his family. A way in which he was rather comfortable. Feeling relaxed, even going so far as to let out a cheerful whistle, before Malberry breaks his concentration.

Ty only falters for a moment before his fingers resume their frenzied commands. He does not turn from the glowing screen, but he frowns at it.
Still here, Stalker? There were more than two meanings to that comment. One was the obvious, and one was a slight threat. Ty may have fought regularly with his sister, but he still had her back. He continued, unaware that Malberry had left:
Now, why would I tell you that? Magma's whereabouts are none of your concern. You don't need to know. Thus, you will not know. Also, if I started telling you things like that, Mummy would have my man bits, if you know what I mean.

Unlike his sister, Ty had never managed to separate 'mother' and 'boss' in his mind. They blurred into one single entity, who was always both at all times. Bree could not understand how Ty lived with this, but Ty found it very easy, and quite enjoyed it. He made no secret of his connections, as he did not know that it mattered. As a result, it usually didn't.

On the screen, a tab popped up. Ty sucked in his breath, and slammed his hand down onto his desk forcefully. The typing stopped, the room quieted as much as it ever did, the sound of bleeping and whirring overriding the sounds of humanity. Or, not quite. There were few humans in the Wren, so such a comment was perhaps rather untrue. After a moment, Ty resumed at a more frenzied pace than before. His eyes were glued to the screen as he sought confirmation of his find.

Yes! he crowed, punching the air.

Yes yes yes! We have our security company!

//Bree//

Malberry returned, bearing news. From Bree's bland expression, it could not be ascertained whether she took the news as good or bad. She shrugged, uncaring.
I expected that. Ty won't let us leave until he's checked out the area. That can't be dealt with. But... 'Emphatically'? Are you sure he said 'emphatically'? She stroked her lip thoughtfully, and then muttered, Well, that should be fine. Some pleading and pestering, and maybe some good old-fashioned bribery should get him. I wonder if he's selling his other techies? I wouldn't mind booking one. Techies were useful. Techies knew everything, and liked to share it. Her brother's minions were usually very much off-limits and under his control, but he had been known to give up their services. For a price, of course.

In the meantime, Malberry had questions of his own.
Nothing yet, Bree answered, her mind on the goal at hand.
We can't plan much without blueprinting, and we know that most obvious things are pretty much out. As for disguises, I know a... I hesitate to call him a 'man', but for lack of a better word, let's use it. He can set us up with IDs, paper trails and appearances, and I'm sure I can get the price cut down, too. We could go and find him now, if you'd like. He doesn't live far. He's in the city.