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

[Derelict Draught]

((Only one team has placed themselves. So go ahead and pick your spot.))

[blue_dun]

Joel lounged in a couch in the corner, chatting aimlessly with his team. One victim had already entered, the one called Marcus. They had it all planned out. When their target entered, Joel would go to the counter at the same time and order a drink, and stand and wait for it while Snark ordered. Then, he would grab his drink and go back to his seat. Discreetly, he would slip invisible, tasteless iocane powder ((xD)) into the drink and go back to Snark and say that he thought he grabbed the wrong drink. They would switch, and the damage would be done. Joel would get coffee, and Snark would be done for- that is, if he didn't detect the poison first. Then something woul have to be done. But it wasn't time to worry about that now.

Joel watched the three come in, surrounded by bodyguards. Patiently, he waited for things to slide into place. He made a move for the counter when it was time. To help his cause, he ordered the most expensive, hardest thing on the menu to make, then stepped back to let the three shady figures order.

((These were my posts for Joel at the café. You can build off, or yell at me and change our plan... XD))

[Mystic]

Chanae gave a light smile to Joel as he came back, guiding her coffee up to her lips to take a quick sip. "So, where are we going to go after this?" She asked casually, setting her coffee down on the table to shuffle through her purse. The atmosphere had became tense as the target had finally entered the coffee shop, but she ignored it and continued to act as she normally would, bubbly, excited and hyper. Her milky brown eyes spotted the tiny little microphone in her bag, gently pushing it aside to clutch a pen and a notebook in her hand. "I was thinking we go to that art museum nearby, I've always loved that sort of stuff.." She added, writing down a couple of observations she saw on the target.

[blue_dun]

"Yes, I quite agree." Joel decided after long last and lounged back. His disguise was supposed to be a careful, brooding character. His whole body ached from want of a cigarette, but fear for his life held him back.
Then he sighed, and as quickly and discreetly as he could, popped the vial of Iocane open and poured it in the drink before slipping it back in his pocket and stirring it.
he put the straw almost to his lips- and feigned surprise. "Oops." he said nonchalantly. "That man behind me must have had his order mixed up with mine."

[Mystic]

Chanae just continued to smile like nothing was happening, ignoring the intense atmosphere as Joel was already going ahead with the plan. Her chocolate brown eyes flitted up to him for a second as she responded "Maybe you should take it back or make a complaint.." She suggested, her eyes going hard as she looked at him. To her, poisoning was way too obvious, they were experienced people and most probably dealt with poisoning all the time. Her eyes indicated to go along with it, keeping her composure as she shuffled in her seat

[Tundra]

[[P.S. This is cleared by Verdana lol, fun times fun times..wait till everyone here notices..as he dose indeed inform them.]]
Nightingale's tail flicked lightly under the cover of his trench coat. He took another sip of his drink his eyes scanning the room. Not only that he was listening, the tension in the air was exciting. He could pick out each and every assassin who sat in the room by just the scent of fear, anticipation, and excitement. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly at how these assassins didn't even realize he was there. Flicking his tail again he said more to himself "Well looks like its time to go, Seems I lost track of the time" This was noting to Malacia that he was moving to detract one of their own primary targets for 'capture for potential benefit.'

Standing he folded the paper he was reading and and placed a small tip on the table. He had a bigger fish to fry then the lowly assassins who were here. No, his target actually was Bree, Shays one and only daughter. Moving out of the building he let his hands fall to his side, where his guns laid silently waiting to kill. Though he had no intent on killing Bree, it was a last resort if he found himself in a bad situation. Walking out he stopped by and chatted with one of the commoners that visited, and said curiously "wouldn't go in there today, got a new gal and she just keeps getting it wrong. " He shook hands with the man and went on his way. Crossing over to the building just across the way he moved to the counter and ordered a cup of tea, much like what Bree was having. Sitting in a seat next to her he took a few sips looking completely casual. He would need to make this quick, otherwise Bree may react and get away. Moving quickly he placed Heaven on the right side of her neck, and placing Mayhem at her side aimed at just the right angle to ricochet off her spine and bounce around in her body leading to massive internal bleeding and maybe even death.

Smiling he said into her ear piece for all to hear "You seem a little tense, why not relax and watch the show Bree? Afterall Shay would be so worried if you were to end up hurt" His voice was teasing, but serious. Nightingale knew that everyone could hear his voice over the com link, even the please of Shay and Ky hearing it as well. Knowing the situation he just hoped that Bree wouldn't fight, otherwise he would find himself on the hit list of all of Wren. though he really didn't care, the more kills he made, the more glory he could hold. Though to say the truth if Malacia hadn't payed him a good sum AND allowed him to work with her own tech to upgrade his weapons; he would not have done this job. Its not like it truly was worth his time to take out an attempt of assassination on Malacia's head. No that was her Bodyguards jobs, he had nothing to do with their ignorance of the situation at hand. He chuckled slightly his tail laying at the back of Bree's legs just waiting for the girl to try and stand up and get away. Still hidden under his cloak was his wings, and even his other Desert eagle Blood. In all he was completely ready to move if He had to, but he was curious to see how things would play out.

[[Sorry for the long post..been...quite creative as of late lol]]

[Mystic]

Chanae's heart skipped a beat as she heard the soft yet threatening voice of Nightingale over her ear piece, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Chanae took another sip of her coffee to calm herself down, setting her notepad on the table before abruptly standing up, her bubbly smile still on her face. "I just need to go the bathroom for a second." She said casually, easily disguising her panic as she walked over to the doors of the women's bathroom. As soon as she locked the door, her posture became rigid with fear and panic. What do I do? How the heck do I handle this? Maybe the other assassins will figure something out. Should I try to negotiate? Her mind spun with questions, her milky brown eyes constantly flicking to the door. Finally, she started to calm herself, taking long deep breathes before regaining her composure. "What are you doing with Bree's earpiece?" She quietly said, resting her back against the wall farthest from the door.

[~Erica~]

(I'm back)

Erica tensed as she heard the voice over her com, eyes widening for a moment, but the expression was gone the next. She nodded as Chanae left but stayed where she was breathing in and out slowly to calm her racing heart. They were in trouble, big trouble. She heard Chanae's voice over the com asking Bree's captor a question. Erica bit her lip but kept her hands down. Running them through her hair was her nervous guesture and she wasn't going to give that away right now. She couldn't aford to see like she was scared.

[Derelict Draught]

"You seem a little tense, why not relax and watch the show Bree? Afterall Shay would be so worried if you were to end up hurt" Great...Even with the recent development, Malberry keeps his head. He'd love nothing more than to send a slug barreling through the building to aid Bree but they had a job to do. Besides, even with every precaution the assailant was sure to have taken, Bree was no weakling in any regard. "Are you bloody done yet?" His eyes had stayed focused on the bodyguards who had been inspecting him. The men were fairly lousy at their jobs, having missed the poorly concealed revolver entirely.

"What are you doing with Bree's earpiece?"

And now he had confirmation...Not that the assailant really needed it. Security was clearly aware of their presence. No doubt they'd been aware of the operation almost as long as the teams had. His eyes briefly skim the crowd as he takes a seat as the bodyguards direct. Surprisingly, the true targets were present within the cafe. "I'm sure you know what I need, mates. What'll it cost?"

[Verdana]

[Sorry about my absence, everyone. I have returned now.]

Bree//

She sips her tea daintily, the taste muted by her blocked nose. This irked her, but if she were to be true to herself, she knew that she had more important things to worry about than the taste of her tea. Booker was waiting for an opportunity. Bree Gritted her teeth. She was not naturally patient, and she wanted nothing more than to make the cautious vampire plant the device and be done with it. In fact, she was growing increasingly antsy. Abruptly, she decided that she wanted the whole thing over and done with. Her instincts were tingling. She wanted to be out of there. She opened her mouth to give the order to attack at the precise moment that something cold and metallic and not at all friendly pressed against her neck. It had a friend, she noted dispassionately, as it was soon joined by another weapon.

It doesn't matter how many times it has happened to you, there is no getting over having a weapon held to your neck. Bree's pulse raced. Her breath caught in her throat. However, although adrenaline coursed through her body, she was well-trained and professional. She did not tense, let alone move, Quite calmly, she set her teacup back on the table. She placed her spoon on the saucer with complete nonchalance. She was not naive enough to consider that this may be some strange coincidence. No, this had been planned. Whether it was the main intention of the planner or a minor one did not matter. The teams had been compromised good and proper.

They were all in a lot of trouble.

Bree struggled not to move as the man leaned closer. His breath seeped past her nose as he clearly addressed her earpiece. She did not react. She would not give him the satisfaction, or play to his desire.
Why don't you sit down? she suggested conversationally.
Let's order some coffee and talk this through.
Her voice was slightly hoarse. This annoyed her, because although it was a result of her cold, it sounded like fear. She was scared. hell, she was terrified. But she wasn't about to admit it to anyone.

It was when Chanae's voice rang in her earpiece, and Ty and her mothers' did not, that Bree realised exactly how badly astray things had gone. They had been cut off from HQ. Ty and her mother would have been all over the situation. However, the line was silent. Not even the click of computer keys gave anything away. Bree swallowed, and before she could lose her nerve, she said, in a deadpan voice,
Abort. Read me. Abort. This is an override. Get your asses out of there pronto!

With those words out of her mouth, she searched for a means of escape. Usually, she'd find one without difficulty. But there was nothing. Her mind was blank.

She was stuck with a now-confirmed enemy, completely at his mercy.

//Shay//

The atmosphere in HQ was easy and light. People chattered in and around the control room. The small net of assassins around the screens watched in relaxed interest. They could see the assassins taking their places. However, as time went on, there was no sign of their targets.

Shaygrin checked her watch.
Fifteen minutes late, she said absently, to disguise her concern.
Surely they should be here by now.

Ty leaned back in his chair.
Calm down, Mum. People are unpredictable. They'll be here. Besides, the worst that happens is that they don't show up. We've got this covered. Just... Stop hovering and, I don't know, chill or something.

Famous last words.

Shay continued to watch for a while, before she paused thoughtfully. She stared at the screen.
Ty, she said slowly, I've seen that before.
No, you haven't, her son asserted.
A cold intuition tickled Shay's spine.
Get Bree on the line.
Mum, it's-
Do it.

There was no room for argument in her tone. Ty clicked a button. Then he paused. He clicked another button. He started to type, the speed of his fingers increasing exponentially.
How strange, he muttered. Can't get through. Almost as if...

Mother and son's eyes met. They shared a moment of mutual horror as they realised that, whatever they did, they would never get to Switzerland in time to be any use. The assassins were on their own. An instant later, Shay turned away and began to bark out orders, orders which would probably be utterly futile, but made her feel adequate.
Ty, get us back in there right now! All hands, get to a computer! Find anyone, anything that can get in there and help.

And by the blade, do it now!