(Bane might fit in a few French words or sentences when he speaks lol)
Bane never felt to wear the normal assassins garb, his body blended into the shadows well—so well, no one ever saw him coming. He slunk silently across the darkened road. The sudden feeling of eyes burning into his back startled him. He turned his head, glaring at the lit-up street. His eyes glowed through the darkness as they slowly turned red. A person—able to see me in the shadows? Impossible! He locked onto the mysterious eyes, feeling threatened by their presence. The red eyes narrowed, turning into a threatening stare. If the attack was imminent, he’d be ready. Bane squatted, hand on the hilt of his sword. It was the only thing he knew how to use other than the casual daggers and knives. He was still and careful to not make sound. He let the shadows encompass him, feeling their icy grip on his skin.
(That's cool!)
(And now to wait for Jacen. However, I think that if by tomorrow afternoon, if they don't respond, we should consider moving on anyways. I don't want yet another dead RP, so yeah.)
Junifer had always loved people watching. It allowed her to assess any dangers that might come her way. She was sitting on a rooftop, her feet hanging off the edge, wearing a bright red shirt with black pants. She twirled her dagger in her hand, tossing it up and down occasionally, always catching it by the hilt. Her twin came up behind her, catching the knife the next time she threw it up. He had approached silently, something that might startel normal people, but she was in tune with her surroundings, and plus twintuition. She rolled her eyes, muttering a few curse words in different languages. He sat beside her, handing her knife back, staring intently at a male she had overlooked. I did not overlook them, I just didn't pay any mind she mused. Donevan, or as she liked to call him, Dev, scanned the surroundings with his deep blood red eyes. June herself had more of a bright red, both of their eyes able to be seen even in a pitch black area.
Cavendish tilts his head, watching as the man drops into a low crouch. He narrows his eyes, focusing on what the man was reaching for. A sword.
A low chuckle emanates from him. One that he was sure the man could hear, even from where he was, across the street. He moves backwards for a moment, moving quickly and efficiently, donning his gear and making his way towards the man quickly. He looks the man up and down silently for a moment, then decides to speak.
"I know you have no good reason to be here. So why are you here?" he murmurs, his voice changer turning his voice deep and rough.
Naize noticed not, quickly racing into an empty alleyway. Soon she came back out, wrist blades and gun at her hip.
There was going to be a fight now, and it would end in blood if they had the same target
Bane's ear twitched at the innate sound of soft footsteps, and he stood to his full height. He didn't smile nor did he flinch. He didn't move nearly at all. He wasn't scared of others like most were. Most were just incompetent idiots who thought they were someone. Bane shifted his weight to his left leg and crossed his arms. His face had no discernable expression. "Why am I here? What a great question," he mumbled. Bane wasn't caught in a stalemate; He could easily teleport off. "Simple answer: I'm bored. Complex answer: I can't tell you. It's a secret." His voice was naturally husky. Getting closer to him, you could make out stranger features like fangs when he speaks. "I like lurking around. It's fun. There you go, there's your answer. Leave me alone." His tone turned into a growl. He drew his weapon, letting it hang by his side to not engage in a fight, but for natural protection.
“you're a target of the royals, care to explain?” her honey-sweet voice echoed from somewhere. She belonged in the shadows, perfectly hidden from view.
Cavendish tilts his head.
"Ah. . ." he chuckles, understanding.
"Who's the mark?" he asks. Or at least, he starts to ask. But he'd heard another voice. He whipped out a throwing knife, throwing it in the same swift motion. The knife lands, quivering, next to the new person's face.
"Royals?" he whispers. "The only royals I know are the ones buried 12 feet under."
June watched the scene unfold, then decided to start throwing rocks at the people, just to see if they would react. She loved a good fight, but only if she got to join. Dev disappeared from the roof, appearing in the shadows behind the guy that seemed rather annoyed by being bothered, mostly to get a better look. He had his hands in his pockets and a placid expression as he stood in the shadows, the darkness seeming to be drawn to him.
Cavendish looks up, in the direction the rocks were coming from, unamused. He catches one of them and throws it back up, intending to knock the thrower down from their perch.
He looks behind Bane, seeing the other man. "Get the thrower down from the roof."
(Dev. If he isn't that close, I can change that.)
(um, he appeared behind the wolf guy. shoulda clarified that)
(Ah, okay. I'll change that.)
Naize quietly snuck to be in front of the big wolf-like creature, “ we should all stop! “ she quipped
Cavendish tilts his head.
"Stop what? I, at least, have no real intent on doing anything. However, I believe that you do. As I've asked this man behind me, who is your target?"
The shadows encompass Bane, his red-ish eyes disappearing. He reappears a few feet behind Cavendish. Shadow travel. There is something clearly otherworldly about him. The ears, the mark, the fangs. He gave off a strange aura. He didn’t appear to be your normal person—let alone assassin. His stance was battle-ready, spinning his weapon in his hand. One shouldn't underestimate his skill even if he just wielded blades. “I don’t know what you humans are on about, but stay out of my way! I don’t need you interfering with my,” he chooses his word carefully, saying it through his teeth. “Assignment.” Every word muttered was said hostilely. His face twisted with anger, the red in his eyes covering the last of the onyx and blue. Getting him to be complacent wasn’t going to happen.
(Damn. My response was late lol)
(another shadow traveler?)
June jumped down from the roof, landing with grace and a bow. She looked at the others with a wide grin, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She looked at Dev, and he then appeared behind her, in the same stance, watching the others. June twirled her knife in her hand. "you guys seem like fun, can we fight?"
(It's good, Livi!)
Cavendish doesn't even flinch. He brings one elbow back, a blow designated for Bane's stomach, then launches a right hook as he spins. He doesn't expect any blow to hit. Rather, he's testing Bane's reflexes and moves.
"Human? Who said anything about human?" he asks, voice softer and silkier than it was before. His voice changer was powering off.
"And I can tell the killers from the normals. You are a killer. An assassin. Who's your mark?" he asks, voice lighter, more lilting. A woman's voice. Not at all like the voice they normally have.
“ my target is the wolf.” she growled, “ government orders.”
(the voice change, funny)
(Yeah. The thing is, nothing is known about them. I can do anything I'd like! [I don't even know anything.])
Cavendish tilts their head.
"The wolf? Government orders? Those fools know not to mess with them. Try again." they murmur.
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