forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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"Who was that?" Uriah pointed to Alexander. "And What's with the mask?"

"That's her best friend Alexander," Zoe replied in a plain voice. "That was her mask."

"Best friend huh?" He would have to go introduce himself later.

"Yep."

"This is going to take a while with just the two of us." Maybe he could get more people to help. "I'll be right back." Setting the shovel he ran back into the bunker. "Hey, me and Zoe are having trouble digging by ourselves, is anyone willing to come help?"

(okay.)

Krista grew impatient. She pulled out the jade pendant that was hidden under her shirt. She carefully pressed the center of it, activating the navigation system. A purple light blinked toward a specific direction. Krista followed where the light pointed, to where the amethyst pendant was.

Alexander exited the bunker carrying a shovel and began to help digging, his face was vacant of all emotion.

"Back." He followed behind Alexander. "I heard you were here best friend here." Uriah began digging again.

Cyrus should have gone up to help, or at least offer emotional support, but instead he slumped down at the table, overcome by sadness. He watched everyone else pass by. They were doing their best to help and stay positive, and yet here Cyrus was, helpless and pessimistic and angry. He was a horrible person, he was sure, for refusing to lend a hand, and even worse for not doing anything to stop Zhavia from getting stabbed in the first place.

"Back." He followed behind Alexander. "I heard you were here best friend here." Uriah began digging again.

"yes, and i take it you are Uriah." i should be the dead one… NOT her.

"Yes, I am." He wanted to ask more questions, like what she was like when she was here and not with him. If she was any different at all. "It's nice to know she and others who cared for her."

his tone changed to sadness "if you have any questions… ask them, curiosity is a dangerous weapon now a days."

(Guys? Can I do a thing once the funeral is over?)

(sure)

"What was she like when she was with you guys? I, just never got to see that side of her." Uriah kept digging, they have to do this quickly, it's not good to leave a body out like that. It could attract wild animals.

"she was kind. she was like a sister to all of us, and we were all family to her." he dug deeper to help speed up the digging.

"Hm, sounds a bit different then how I know her, she was definitely kind, but she was extremely stubborn and hated losing." He laughed a bit. "It was hard for her to get along with people because of that personality of her's." He wiped the sweat from his face. "Looks like were about done."

"heh, yeah she was stubborn, that's what made her Zhavia. Her will to win drove her to be skilled in the field." he began to walk toward Sparrow "so, is she ready?" tears began to stream down his face.

Uriah was unable to cry anymore. He just looked over her body. She looked normal almost as if she was a normal girl and not an assassin. "You did good." He looked up to Sparrow and Eira.

Cyrus mustered up the strength to join them outside and say goodbye, then give Zhavia his final apology. He dragged himself up out of the hideout and watched from a distance, not saying a word.

“Thanks…” Eira muttered to Uriah, giving him a strained smile.

"Well, is everyone ready?" Uriah picked up her body and looked at her face memorizing it, because this was going to be the last time he saw it. "Okay," he nodded preparing himself. Freedom followed behind him barking to put her down.

Eira kept back her tears as she watched Uriah lower Zhavia’s body into the hole.

Uriah took the shovel and was the first to put dirt on her. "Who's next?" He held out the shovel waiting for someone to take it. He so badly wanted to jump in the hole and take out her body and demanded she wake up but that wasn't going to happen.

“I’ll go.” Eira said, taking the shovel and going the same as Uriah.

Cyrus drew just close enough to see Zhavia's peaceful face. He let himself imagine she was just sleeping; it was all he could do to keep himself from losing his mind.
"I'm sorry, Zhavia," he managed.
He was shaking so badly still that he could barely stand, and the pain in the back of his leg started to set in a little more. It was the only thing that kept him from dismissing this all as a nightmare.