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

[Noel]

Riku nodded, quietly taking everything in. He was slumped forward on his chair, expression a bit blank. Everything had moved very quickly recently, and his mind was not good at coping with that. He nodded as Rayven Samantha gave her alias, mentally noting it, and hoping he wouldn't forget.
"...Lukas Fabian." He responded, think of the first name that popped into his mind and scrambled a letter or two.
"I'm from Germany, here in a vain attempt to 'expand my education' as my parents put it. I'm in the hotel as the people who I had been boarding with claimed that they couldn't take me another second." Riku finished, smiling slightly to himself, knowing that was a role he could play. With a small yawn, he slumped forward more, before turning to the last member of their group.

[incompleteicarus]

Her eyes slid open lazily, the noise of Riku's movements alerted her to his presence. She grinned at Lukas, the german boy. Her hair fell over her eyes, she'd dyed it red and wore muddy green contacts.
"Hello." She said, her British accent slid over any pretence of any other accents. "I'm Samantha."
A spark of life flickered in her eyes as she scanned the room, it was a hotel lounge like any other. Marble and glass, boring to look at and boring to be in. A weak ray of northern sunlight slipped from behind the thin, fluffy clouds. She leaned back in the black leather seat, a soft padded affair. A soft sigh escaped her, this was the boring bit, the waiting.

[Noel]

Riku turned towards 'Samantha' slowly, as if only just realizing she was there, before responding politely, giving the typical response.
"Nice to meet you." He said, slipping into a chair near her. He blinked repeatedly before making himself stop: the blue contacts he was wearing were itching incredibly. Not to mention he was fairly sure he had dropped them, or at least gotten some on, onto the hair dye he had used to make his hair blond. As one can imagine, in stung and scratched in a constant frenzy, and it took all the effort in him to not only not rip them out of his eyes but to completely ignore them. Odd enough that pain can be taken without a change of face, but the small tickling and pricking was driving him insane.
"I go by Lukas." He gave his name simply and offhandedly, casting his gaze around the room in what appeared to be bored curiosity. That was something he could fake with ease, as it was bored curiosity, just on a slightly higher analytical level.

[incompleteicarus]

"Samantha" looked at the now blonde boy, he was at ease. She wondered how he could do that so easily, she wanted to run around and fight, it was the anticipation. The adrenaline in her blood was making her, now hidden, tattoos go crazy. She suppressed a sigh and nodded.
"Where are you from then?" She asked, making small talk was probably the best way to create a situation where they could talk in public. It was a good thing that they looked roughly the same age. If anyone asked, they could just say that there weren't many other people their age around and they'd taken an interest in one another. "Samantha" shook her head and brushed her bangs out of her face.

[Noel]

"North-eastern Germany." Riku responded, his mind refusing allow his thoughts to refer to himself as 'Lukas', to his irritation. He could see 'Samantha' was tense, although probably only because he was looking. But then again, any one watching for assassins would be 'looking' as well.
"But I prefer it here. Its much calmer." While he put no emphasis on the last word, at 'calmer' his eyes, which were observing the room previously, settled on her. His eyes remained blank, and he hoped she would realize what he was saying.
"And you?" he asked, going along with the small talk, knowing that they wouldn't last long if they had to act like total strangers. They at least appeared close in age, thankfully. He yawned again, and slumped against the chair.

((Castor won't be joining us: 111misc quit.))

[Derelict Draught]

Full name: Kieron Taylor "Alexander Partian"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Country of origin: Australia
Home language: English
Basic history: Kieron is currently overseas following a series of crimes committed against visitors to Mosgiel. Australian authorities are actively searching for the individual for prosecution. He was last seen entering into Willandra National Park. Authorities fear that over the course of several days, he may have slipped away and found transport overseas.
Other: Quiet. Blonde hair, blue eyes.

[incompleteicarus]

((Okay, that's fine.))

"Samantha" looked around, the sun slid behind a cloud. She squinted as she looked out the window. She held her breath and thought for a second.
"I'm from London, England." Her body visibly unclenched and she looked Riku in the eyes. Her right calf began to itch where she felt Shi, her small poisoned dagger. Her other small dagger was strapped to her left thigh, that one was named Jinsei.
"How old are you?" She laughed, "I mean, you look about my age... but I'm not sure. I'm not too good with people."

[Noel]

Riku blinked as Rayven relaxed, glad she was, at least appearing, calmer. He kept his gaze steady, as if he was locked in on a break from a streak of boredom. The age question made him inwardly flinch, he always had trouble with that.
"Fifteen, so you're a bit older than me I think?" He responded curiously, this was something he actually wanted to know, even before the conversation came up. Riku was actually not even roughly ten, he had long lost track, but had the intellect of someone 16-17, and the appearance of a fifteen year old. It drove him crazy, trying to keep it all straight.
He noticed silently Rayven's right leg twitch, it was a perfectly normal movement. But to someone who he knew held countless weapons, he had a fair guess. He himself had a fine total of two guns, two knifes, a segment of razor wire, and perhaps some more on his person. Riku was prone to losing weaponry, so it was explained.

[incompleteicarus]

Rayven looked up at the boy, 15? She would've guessed older, him being a cyborg and all. She smiled and shifted slightly in her seat.
"...so you're a bit older than me I think?" His assumption, although correct, annoyed her. She leaned on her hand, her elbow on the arm of the chair. She liked being seen as the younger one, it gave her an almost stupid pretence of innocence. She looked the lad in the eyes, they were cold and focused. So he wasn't completely relaxed after all...
"I'm 15 actually, 16 at the end of this month."

[Noel]

"Five months for me... so long until I can drive." Riku muttered with a shake of his head. Of course he actually could, with mixed success, but it fit the moment. Small talk wasn't really a skill of his. He smiled back, still staring at her, while actually observing for security behind her. Maybe he was getting overly-worried, but he doubted it. With a shake of his head, he shrugged as if saying 'we all have our little pains.'