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

[~Erica~]

(I think Malberry was talking to Bree and Booker not Ty....)

[Verdana]

[I know. I posted a second after she did and didn't see. Editing.

Edit: Edited. Hope that works a bit better. ]

[Derelict Draught]

((Talk about Irony. Waited a few days, saw you were busy and that you probably wouldn't want Malberry there so I moved him before classes. Instantly you posted. FR: Guy.))

Malberry nods in response. "He emphasized that I tell you he was emphatic." Falling silent as she continues to explain their 'progress'. He takes the moment to take in a full analysis of his teammates, of the group it seemed that Bree was the best build for the current operation. He could hold his own in a fight but he imagined any clash with security would not be an even engagement and by looks Booker didn't seem to be much better off. "Sounds like something worth doing. Not much more I can really do instead."

[paula polestar]

"Well, I was thinking about being-" Booker started, only to be cut off by Malberry and Bree. Furrowing his brows at his verbal defeat, he breathed an annoyed sigh and shoved his hands into the pcokets of his jeans. "Well, I hope he knows what ID's look like in Austria," he muttered, forcing the words out under his breath, "and how to write in German."

[blue_dun]

((Sorry guys, my activeness has been very patchy. It will probably be this way for a while.))
Joel strolled casually down the corridor after them, lost in his own little world of assassin business. He almost didn't notuce that the other two girls had stopped until it was too late; he stopped in the middle of his walk and backtrack a couple paces to get back to where Erica was standing. Curiously, he watched the exchange between his sis- no, Chanae--- man, was he dumb--- and the new shapeshifter with the little pink bell around her neck. She looked like an interesting young woman. But he had no time to think about that now. He had a mission to plan. Lapsing back into thoughtful silence, he started to think about how they were going to achieve their goal...

[Tundra]

[*whew* finally finished reading the entire roleplay XD..seriously..I got bored...XD I usually hang out on chat if anyone wants to just chat there since..I have nothing better to do..but i wont be on tomorrow..is live on PST so my time line is different then most of ya.]

[Edit: so got bored like at...1 AM my time...and draw a more detailed image on Kuar..plan on editing it in Photoshop so it has color OMG COLOR lol. Anyway..this Image also shows the difference between my hand art, and my computer art done with a mouse. This is gonna be epic! *cant wait for the future wishes it was here now*]

[Verdana]

[Gorgeous, Tundra!

civilian: I know! Murphy's Law strikes again.]
For interest's sake:

Full name: Juhan Snark
Age: Unknown, mid forties at a guess.
Gender: Male
Country of origin: Scandinavia, as far as anyone knows.
Home language: He is fluent in Latin, Greek, Danish, Finnish, Flemish and English, as well as others. It is uncertain as to what his actual home language is.
Appearance: Stern, angled, serious face. Very pale, with white-blonde hair and a neat beard. Thin, taller than average, immaculately dressed.
Basic history: Unknown
Other: He runs hundreds of successful organisations, both legal and otherwise.

[I will let Master Quatre do Marcus's]

Full name: Malicia
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Country of origin: Unknown, but people speculate the DRC.
Home language: French, but her English is fluent.
Appearance: African descent, very dark skin and dark brown, almost-black eyes. She is beautiful, but in a cruel way. She has a long weave (not my image) which she keeps in immaculate condition. The rest of herself, she does not. She has big hips and strong, round arms and legs. They are not made up of fat, but of muscle. She is of average height, and dresses in tattered, filthy clothing. She always wears impressive high heels. A scar cuts her from left ear to the bridge of her nose.
Basic history: Unknown. Nobody is brave enough to delve that far.
Other: She is renowned even by assassins and criminals as a thoroughly unsavoury character. She fights for herself, with whatever weapon she happens to have on hand.

Bree//

Booker tried to speak, but was cut off. Bree did not intend to have this happen. However, she was not going to pay him any special favours. Though she was interested in what the vampyre had to say, if he decided to stay mute and not stick up for himself, she was not going to help him. She considered it her duty as a temporary tutor (and she inwardly snorted at the thought of this role, which she had thankfully never had to fill) to teach the vampyre that he needed to have backbone as an assassin. If he allowed himself to be trodden upon, nobody would bother to correct him.

She did, however, give a short pause, in which Booker could have his say. He used a part of it to grumble to himself.

She was pleased that her idea had been accepted. Amigo, her contact, was her father's friend, co-conspirator and often his conscience too. The little guy had practically raised Bree when she had stayed with her father (who had the parenting skills of a dead cod). Well, he and Tusk had, anyway. She was missing the pixie terribly, and was looking forward to some light banter.

She nodded to herself.
Good. Amigo is very talented. If anyone can make it look authentic, it's him. He's the best forger I know. She hesitated for a moment, warring between loyalty and honesty. Honesty won.
Besides the boss, of course. Don't worry, Booker. He's excellent. He won't let us down. Now, we go, yes?

Without any more hesitation or dallying, she strode towards HQ's front door, not waiting to see if her companions were behind her or not. When she arrived at the formidable barricade, she placed her eye against the scanner, and it let her out with a whoosh. She wove between cheerful patrons, smiling sweetly and giving polite little apologies. As soon as she stepped outside, however, her smile faded. She glanced left and then right, peering through the streets. Where was it... Ah. There was the alleyway. Confidently she strode through the crowds, her pace lightening imperceptibly.

Ty//

He sent a message to the teams without delay. The sooner they knew the name, the better. The message was simple, but easy to understand.

Security company: Fawkes Ridge; Underground affiliations. Alibis essential. Files in Tech Room by 5:30 PM. Be ready.

He was certain that there was no way to misinterpret that. With this done, he went about compiling these files. Fawkes were harsh. They were mean. They were sold to the highest bidder, and stayed with them until outbid. They were flexible and sly. They were not to be underestimated. Ty suspected that Bree had dated one of the top guns' sons. He also remembered hearing that it hadn't ended well for the son. He winced, hoping that things weren't... Personal.

He came across something unusual in the files. It seemed that Malicia had been busy with the hiring. Ty pursed his lips. The man whose bio he was examining looked like a nasty piece of work, even by Malicia's standards. He noted it, and continued his research on the team. His next step would be to hack their database, but he wanted all of his techies behind him for that.

It wouldn't be easy, but it would have to be done. Ty loved a challenge.

[Derelict Draught]

Malberry watches as Bree wanders away. "Guess that's settled then." He studies the vampire a moment, he needed to learn to speak up in the future. "Ready?" Before the vampire can answer, a warmth on his arm alerts him to a message. Pulling back his sleeve, he taps the device connected to his wrist. An alert stares back at him as he stares at the device. "Ty does realize we aren't all computer wizards, right?" Cycling through the tabs in search of the inbox. Finding his goal, he reads the message in a fraction of the time it took to find it. "Great." Spinning on his heel, he follows after Bree at a busy pace.



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[paula polestar]

"Wunderbar..." Booker grumbled, staring down at his sneakers until Malberry's disappeared from his peripheral vision. Seeing that his companions were quickly leaving them behind, he puffed out another angry sigh and ran to catch up to his two younger colleagues.
Booker grabbed ahold of the kitchen-type doors to the ice cream shop before they closed, nearly toppling over a customer as he darted past. slowing his pace to a fast walk, he quickly apologized to the man in German, not even realizing his mistake until he was halfway out the door.
"Oops..," he muttered, saying the words under his breath as he caught up to Malberry and Bree. "Thanks for waiting up," Booker shot, crossing his arms over his pinstriped button-down shirt. The vampire didn't normally dress casual, but when he did, it wasn't by today's definition of the word. Fifty years ago was more his style.

[blue_dun]

((Cool, I get to play Marcus/Ralph too ))

((Full name: Ralph Frank Collins (Alias Marcus Flint)
Gender: Male
Age: covers up his age well; though he looks older he is really in his late thirties.
Country of Origin: USA
Home Language: English; though he is fluent in countless others, includimg but not limited to Finnish, Romanian, French, German, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Serbian, and Danish.
Appearance: Naturally a dirty blonde with blue eyes, Marcus has altered his appearance to make himself unrecognizable and unnoticeable. Now he looks older than his age, with silver-grayish hair and darker blue eyes. He is a stickler on fitness and always keeps himself between a 9 and 10 percent body fat ratio.
Basic History: Raised by mother, Veridus's also, in a small slum in Brooklyn. Disappeared when the family was broken up when he was fifteen; reappeared recently.
Other: The only reason We know all this is beacuse of Kasper, Ralph's brother.))