Love of Ghibli Posted November 26, 2012 Report Share Posted November 26, 2012 Similar to Adam, Batel was rather happy someone else intruded on this train wreck of a conversation. Though it seems that these two newcomers didn't have any business with Batel, Batel was quickly checking them out. The white haired man did not seem as interesting as the rest but the little boy or rather young lad just seemed oh so amusing. Almost innocent like. There was no time to talk however. It was about time he made one of his caped crusader disappearance acts into the night. As soon as Mr. Voss took his sights off of Batel he was gone and back into the crowd. He shook away his nervousness while he was in the crowd and pretty much dismissed the whole incident. It was then a hand landed on his shoulder and Batel could almost sense the malice. It was his grandfather no doubt. Hermite smiled at his grandson for it seemed that there was going to be some briefing to be done in a little while. Unfortunately some rude man had bumped into Hermite as he was making his way towards the center of the room. "[color=#008000]EVERYBODY!" [/color]this man shouted it was then that Batel and his grandfather gave the same disapproving look. Almost as if you could see the family resemblance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SunKistRebelution Posted November 26, 2012 Report Share Posted November 26, 2012 As he instinctually retreated from the the direct contact of a passerby bumping into him, John fought with all the might of his willpower to resist his urge to pull out the dagger in his left chest pocket. He succeeded, thank the heavens. It was then that he noticed a wet spot of wine upon his sleeve and attempted to shake it dry while the man apologized. "Bah, this suit was undoubtedly included amongst the list of possessions least dear to me, anyway," pausing in an attempt to gather his composure and adjust his word choice to the situation (not his forte), he continued, "I cannot envision myself requiring attire of this quality any time soon, regardless. As such, you needest not worry." He then realized that he had forgotten the most simple and necessary of social gestures: introducing himself. "My name is Johnathan Carmichael. However, most prefer to call me by the name John, amongst whom I count myself. Might I ask a modicum of your background as well, dear fellow?" John contorted his facial expression into one resembling what he believed to be a smile appropriate to the occasion. It was not. It actually looked rather off-putting and uncomfortable, to be brutally honest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raine Posted November 27, 2012 Author Report Share Posted November 27, 2012 The dark-haired man spread his arms towards the crowd,[color=#008000] “Happy New Year’s Eve, everybody!”[/color] his eyes gleaming and expression brilliant. His call to the hour inspired a few cheers within the crowd; he was appearing more as a drunken guest than anything really out of the ordinary. His hand raised into the air, showing a pocket watch. [color=#008000]“EVERYBODY!” [/color]he yelled again, [color=#008000]“countdown to New Years!”[/color] His eccentricity grew on the crowd as they chatted on and watched the timepiece until at last… [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/f2e118c29a99af360b642e94908ac1e2291f10d4.jpg[/img] [color=#ff8c00]"TEN!,"[/color] shouted Morgan from across the party taking well to the unknown man who seemed to be enjoying it. "NINE!" followed the crowd, the second hand ticking away. [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/f2e118c29a99af360bs42e94908ac1e2291f10d4.jpg[/img] [color=#b22222]"Eight..."[/color] [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/14492a5d78f94e7951cc641c6ca0b65efb38b6dd.jpg[/img] [color=#008080]"Seven."[/color] [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/sleepless_nights_by_einlee-d35nxhf.jpg[/img] [color=#ee82ee]"Six..."[/color] [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/sample_0a18882bd164bf71c51e087aba3ff1b8fe6bef46aa.jpg[/img] [color=#4b0082]"Five!"[/color] [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/c65e2e927ecf8b5323b889a66bf2ccf2025c6d7e.jpg[/img] [color=#ff0000]"Four~..."[/color] [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/744309e183d007cc6747f052cddbb8d0163ac9e6-1.png[/img] [color=#800080]"Ha, three."[/color] [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/sa.png[/img] [color=#008000]"TWO!"[/color] "One!" cried the crowd of the party in unison! ... ... ...happy New Year... _______________________________________________________________________________ The crowd burst into civil celebration, each and everyone shaking hands with gleeful faces. The dark-haired man did not smile.[color=#008000] "I'm sorry,"[/color] he whispered. Seconds after the dawn of 1899, the electric lights to dimmed to darkness. A slam echoed from the door, the party was in shock. Suddenly lantern light barely graced the ball room with light as a few women screamed from the intrusion. Boots, several boots ran, dancing through the shadows. THey were surrounding as many of the guests as possible, "On the ground!" a rifle shot cued several screams before silence as guards moved systematically to secure the party goers. The dark-haired man remained standing atop the table, he watched the chaos ensue with nobles who had never been touched or detained and forceful guards. His eyes were solemn now, sober and vigilant as he scanned the dimly lit area for any who tried to escape or resist.[color=#008000] "Everyone!"[/color] his voice harsh this time, [color=#008000]"Do not move. I can guarantee your safety only if you cooperate! Please, lay on the floor and we will finish as quickly as possible!"[/color] A guard armed with a golden badge at his breast stopped at the table as he looked to the dark-haired man. The man jumped to the floor, he faced the guard and spoke quietly,[color=#008000] "Check each and everyone, identify those with the insignia and put a bullet in them...,"[/color] he was about to go about his business before he added, [color=#008000]"Do not let any one reach for any object of any kind, lest you wish to meet me at Hell first."[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ListenToLife Posted November 27, 2012 Report Share Posted November 27, 2012 "Of course." Phillip chuckled, his eyes searching Sadie very carefully for any sudden movements. "I dont know why I would presume that." His smiled cheerfully, though his eyes hid shades of darkness in them that recognised this woman as a threat. Sure, as long as he didn't get on the wrong side of Alexandria he would be fine. But if either of them was an Artificer, then he would definitely need to watch out for that Sadie. Perhaps her body didn't give it away, but her eyes...her eyes were prepared to kill. He was right; he could tell. Both her eyes and Alexandria's gave it away. The danger and excitement in Sadie's eyes and the guarded shock in Alexandria's told him that. He smiled and turned to Alexandria, clapping at her agreement to a dance. "Wonderful! What kind of party would it be without dancing?" He joked, clasping her hand gently in his as he led her out into the dance floor, a wonderful waltz tune started to erupt from the gramaphones. He made sure that he always appeared to be looking at Alexandria, though he was looking past her at her guard at the same time. "Shall we begin?" Phillip asked, bringing Alexandria closer to him and placing his arm on her waist as they started to dance, slowly and elegantly. He smiled and started to sway from side to side, leading Alexandria in the dance, and glancing at Sadie when he could; his eyes awaiting any movements. They danced for a few minutes, the songs lasting a while, when a young man rushed past them, knocking Phillip into Alexandria. He managed to catch her before she fell, but was too focussed on the man to say anything. He appeared drunk, but Phillip had not smelt any alcohol as the man had run past. Even when he jumped up on to the table and shouted "EVERYBODY," in a rather excitable, childish voice, Phillip was still just analyzing the man. He acted drunk, sounded drunk...but where had the stench been? As the countdown began, Phillip shook of the feelings of anxiety - though they still lurked in the recesses of his mind - and turned back to Alexandria, a softer smile on his face now. "Happy new year, Ms St. Claire." Phillip muttered, lifting the woman's hand and kissing it. But his eyes were distant, and he still seemed to be thinking about the man. And as the clock chimed its 12 chime, signalling the new year, Phillip had his suspicions proven to be worse than he thought. He was thrown to the floor by the panicking people surrounding him, and barely heard the warnings of the young man, who's tone had become more serious now. He was too busy being dragged to the ground, and in turn dragging Alexandria to the floor as well, though he managed to cushion and soften her fall. He managed to hear commands set by the man to his subordinate, and silently cursed, thinking about his left shoulder. "Be quiet." Phillip whispered to Alexandria, both of them invisible to each other as the faint Lantern light was unable to reach them. As he whispered, his grasp on Alexandria's hand relaxed and disappeared, causing him to vanish from her senses. Not even a footstep was heard as he moved, crouching, through the prone bodies of nobles and dignitaries, most too scared to react to his presence. Even if they hadn't, or the light had been brighter, he would've been barely noticable, his body roughly the height of the tables that soon surrounded him, and his footsteps soft enough so that he could've stepped on someone's chest and they would've barely made a sound about it. All that was noticable about his position, at least to Alexandria, was a sudden gasp by one of the guards, in one of the darkest areas. No-one could see what had happened to him, for he wasn't visible to them anyway, but when his body was found later, it had a clean slit in the throat, a strike that was the mark of an expert killer. Phillip then moved himself silently under a nearby table; the table cloth providing sufficient cover for both him and the corpse beside him. He merely waited, calmly for something more to happen; holding a simple knife in his left hand as he moved his right hand to his hip, as if putting it in his pocket. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Super Chaos Sonic Posted November 27, 2012 Report Share Posted November 27, 2012 [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/Anime-Guys-anime-guys-6494321-960-720.jpg[/img] Leon saw this and heard the gunshots, he quickly turned around to look for Evan. [color=#808080][i]Mr. Toshiki, please tell me I can use this gem now. I need to help these people...now! [/i][/color]he thought, biting his lip as he looked through the crowd. With not a sign, he fixed his left glove, until.... [img]http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd333/Danuve_L/Render/byakuran.png[/img] [color=#40E0D0]"No Leon...don't strike...not yet." [/color]Evan said, placing a hand on Leon's shoulder, quickly grabbing him. They walked through the crowds, trying not to get caught by the riflemen. [color=#40E0D0][i]Why in the world would they be trying to kill those like Leon? It makes no sense... [/i][/color]he thought, as he stopped in a huge congregation of the crowd, surrounded by riflemen. [color=#40E0D0]"S***..." [/color]Evan cursed under his breath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admiral_Stalfos19 Posted November 27, 2012 Report Share Posted November 27, 2012 [color=#000080]"Hmm... he was supposed to be right [i]here[/i], somewhere,"[/color][color=#000000] Derrick Aeolian muttered as he finally arrived... presumably late to the party. He scanned the area around him, trying to find the one [i]other[/i] person who had killed his father, along with the one he had already killed. From the looks of things, though, that was going to have to wait. Derrick had already overheard an order to kill anyone with an insignia, and if that meant [i]him[/i], then he'd have to prepare himself.[/color] [color=#000000]Just behind him was a brown haired girl by the name of Elison Hikari, who wore a cute little red dress, and matching bridal gauntlets and stilettos, and used a red ribbon to tie her hair into a ponytail. She hugged Derrick affectionately from behind, before massaging his back with her breasts.[/color] [color=#800080]"Hey you,"[/color][color=#000000] Elison greeted with love, [/color][color=#800080]"I've been waiting on you... all day long..."[/color] [color=#000080]"Bad timing,"[/color][color=#000000] Derrick stated, before turning his attention to the guards, [/color][color=#000080]"By the looks of things, we've got a situation on our hands,"[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SunKistRebelution Posted November 28, 2012 Report Share Posted November 28, 2012 When the countdown had started, John had excused himself from the conversation, as he had been taught that such was the way of polite etiquette. He had quickly scanned the crowd and found Helen, who was in a conversation right next to the entourage of five sandy-suited men that had escorted them in to the party. When he had found her and gotten her attention, everyone had already counted down to three. He was about to try for a kiss when the room suddenly became black as pitch. He instinctually had the five men guard Helen while he pulled a "seed" from the artifact at his hip and swallowed it; it was nothing fancy, merely a bit of magic-imbued steel. Upon swallowing, his skin became remarkably hard, but maintained its flexibility. No other noticeable physical change occurred, barring the exception of his hair and suit, both of which changed color to one closer to the color of the metal. John grabbed two more seeds and held them in his right hand as he slunk behind a nearby staircase into the crawl space located there. The young man had wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but two things were stopping him from taking that course of action. The first was the chance to eliminate competitors so early on in the game. The second, and much more important in his mind, was that Helen and her father were in serious danger with their connection to an Artificer, John, and the sheer amount of weaponry located in the room at that point. Hesitating at every possible option his mind managed to generate, the young Carmichael sat biding his time until a more favorable opportunity arose. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aix Posted November 28, 2012 Report Share Posted November 28, 2012 Augustus narrowed his eyes when the guards came in. This was suspicious, it evidently had something to do with the King's Game. He pulled out a piece of candy the Olympian Society prepared for him from his pocket, tossed it into his mouth and started chewing it. He could not risk being found, his power was by no means stealthy and if he used it here, he would be immediately exposed to the other Artificers, who may just take this opportunity to strike him down. He had no way to get a quick getaway without getting discovered by the guards and no current way to contact the others. Augustus frowned, then sighed. He resigned to the situation and simply stayed laying on the ground, hoping for the danger to pass. A guard came up around to everybody around him and gruffly told them to stand up. The woman squealed and protested at their bodies being searched for the mark, but the guards brandished their pistols and they stopped. Augustus creased his eyebrows, these guards were enjoying searching the ladies far too much, but he couldn't do a thing to help the situation. The guards simply just quickly scanned over him before moving on and Augustus, despite his confidence, let out a breath of relief. He was ordered to lay down again and wait for it to all be over so that he could leave. Augustus glared at the guards contemptuously but he complied, sitting down, then laying on his back. It was best to avoid trouble whilst he could before he had too many problems on his hands to solve. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raine Posted November 28, 2012 Author Report Share Posted November 28, 2012 [IMG]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/sa.png[/IMG] The man attempted to watch everything but too much was going on at one time, guards were dealing with the resistant aristocrats and it was causing some chaos. His eyes glances over to the guests who were being examined by guards, seemingly without human rights they searched them for any marking. A sharp exhale came from him, he was certain at least one or two would be present here. The purpose of the raid was less about actually finding one rather than having an Artificers fight back, the latter makes them far easier to identify. [color=#008000]“Damn it,”[/color] sighed the man. A guard approached the dark-haired man, he was out of breath. [color=#ffff00]“Someone… one of out, men… was killed,”[/color] he managed out. The dark-haired man seemed reluctant as he thought for a second. [color=#008000]“Go; reissue orders to focus primarily on securing the party goers.”[/color] The mysterious man moved over to a secured guest, he was violent as he grabbed an older gentleman by his collar and lifted him to his feet. The gentleman well into his 30’s groaned in pain, he was about to say something before a cold metal pressed against his stomach. The gentleman’s eyes widened immensely. The man moved his head softly over his shoulder, [color=#008000]“Please… hate me.” [/color]A shot echoed in the ballroom incurring the screams and panic to spike again. [color=#008000]“Because I can’t,”[/color] the man whispered as the gentleman fell cold on the floor. [color=#008000]“You have no one to blame but yourselves!”[/color] the dark-haired man yelled over the crowd,[color=#008000] “I promised safety in return for cooperation! Someone is trying to be a hero, and I will show the price of heroics! There are eyes everywhere, report this man and show reason!” [/color]The dark-haired man reached for a young maiden who was tears after watching him murder the gentleman. He pressed his pistol into her stomach as well. His eyes looked into hers, he chuckled,[color=#008000] “I need a new profession…”[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Love of Ghibli Posted November 29, 2012 Report Share Posted November 29, 2012 Batel and his grandfather were simply musing this poor stranger and going along with the countdown. It could be considered a jolly old time for the family seeing as they were about to usher in a new year. Of course things took a rather dark turn rather quickly. As guards stormed in the room with their guns and firearms demanding that everyone stand down and be searched it was quite obvious they were looking for artificers. Batel and Hermite's reactions were quite different to this development. Batel was pissed and almost notably so. People had come to a room for the sole purpose of doing him harm. They should be killed without any mercy. Batel placed his han inside his bag as he was clearly getting ready for combat. Hermite on the other hand took a more patient stance and stopped his son from revealing himself to soon. Hermite realized that Batel was actually somewhat towards the center back of the room and that it would just take a while for the inspectors to reach him. There was a good chance that they could reveal and take out other artificers before it was the families time to strike. Hermite stayed rather calm throughout these proceedings which certainly annoyed Batel because his grandfather doesn't really react to external stimuli that much. He's just that focused. Hermite watched as the apparent dark haired leader shot an innocent civilian and was poised to shoot some young crying maiden. He could only let out a slight chuckle as this would hopefully push more noble artificers to take action. He looked down at his grandson and he noticed that Batel was already planning some actions of his own. Batel was pretty nihilistic when it came to the murder not really seeing how that would pertain to him he failed to grasp how it was to make the terrorist seem more serious. However these approaching figures are becoming quite the vexation. One of the guards eventually began to examine Batel. It should have been a really quick check seeing as the clock symbol is on the back of his left hand and the only thing hiding it was a white glove. Normally other measures would have been taken to ensure its secrecy but...well no one expects these sort of things to happen at a party. The guard had a gun to Batel's head telling him to take off the glove, but it was Hermite's unphased, unconcerned, non-worried look that was less than a meter away that gave this nameless goon goosebumps. Batel didn't even take his glove off because when he saw his grandfathers cold dead eyes gaze upon this man it wouldn't matter. A second later a loud shot would be heard followed by shattered glass. Batel's eyes widened as his face was now covered in blood and the guard that stood before him is now on the floor lifeless bleeding out through the neck. Hermite looked upward to the window in the direction where the shot came from and he could see the outline of the female figure that took cover. It was a this moment Hermite "screamed" in panic and covered his grandson and as other aristocrats soon followed with the screaming and everything they would hear another shot and another window shatter naturally followed by another guard going down. In the ensuing panic and chaos Hermite dragged Batel deeper into the museum seeing as any immediate exits would be cut off by the guards. The explanation was quite simple. The culprits were Batel's parents Mason and Junon. I was already known that they would be snipers at this even and were going to use their bullets on other artificers, but when this other party arrived they didn't know what to do. Junon and Mason were never late to the party unlike their relatives. In fact they had to arrive early so they could scale the sides of the museum and get into position. The Le'Pendu families are the executioners for the authority how would it look if they couldn't do simply assasinations. When the guards broke in Junon and Mason were already on opposite sides of the roof and they were poised to take out anyone that endangered their son. Though once they saw Hermite stop Batel they knew of his plan. Unfortunately for the guard mothers are naturally protective so as that nameless guard was an impulse kill or a protective one rather. And to throw the scent off Batel Mason decided to unload a shot on a totally random guard. Seeing that they had started quite the ruckus Junon and Mason decided to run around the roof taking out guards to cause a distraction to cover their child's escape. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
a bad post Posted November 29, 2012 Report Share Posted November 29, 2012 [color=#800000]"Of course"[/color] Alexandria said, in response to Phillip saying it wouldn't be a party without dancing. Alexandria let Phillip drag her on to the dance floor, and allowed him to begin guiding her to the steps of the dance, at first she was ridged and clumsy, but thankfully due to Phillip's guiding her Alexandria's movements became more elegant flowing like silk her steps matching his. After a few minutes of dancing a rude man knocked Phillip into Alexandria, thankfully he was able to catch her before she fell on her bum for the second time today. She looked at the man, wondering what was making him act so weird, and Phillip's stern expression was all that was needed to confirm her suspicions. Alexandria shot a look at Sadie who only nodded, and moved off deeper into the throng of party goers. The dark haired man then started a countdown to New Years, slightly removing suspicion but certainly not completely. [color=#800000]"Happy New Years to you as well Mr. Smithson," [/color]Alexandria said as she gave him a small smile. Only a few moments past before a rifle shot resounded through the area, and all the guest dropped to the floor, and not soon after the lights went out and Phillip released Alexandria's hand, his presence totally vanishing from her senses. Of course Alexandria had better things to do, thankfully Phillip had put them out of the sight of the lantern. Kicking off her heels, and pulling the gun and knife out Alexandria tore her dress giving herself more mobility, thankfully due to the material it was made of the tearing dress didn't make a sound. A sudden gasp by one of the guards caused her to turn quickly pointing the gun in that direction, but all she saw was the outline of a man she thought was the guard slump down to the ground. Not long after her and Sadie regrouped, near the far back wall of the room, from which not far a loud gunshot echoed and a young woman started to cry as a gun was placed to her chest. [color=#800080]"Do you want me to help her?" [/color]Sadie asked Alexandria. [color=#800000]"There's really nothing you could do, and as much as I hate to see a young innocent killed... well I think that one is different from the rest of, so in short no."[/color] Alexandria said as she shook her head. [color=#800080]"Its a pity really, we should probably get going-" [/color]Sadie was, at[color=#800000] [/color]that moment cut off by the sound of a second gunshot, which caused many of the aristocrats to panic,[color=#800080]"also it seems as though we have some other problems, but whoever they are we should thank them later, because their covering our escape,"[/color] Sadie said as she and Alexandria moved away from the panicing party goers, and artificer killing guards making their escape. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aix Posted November 29, 2012 Report Share Posted November 29, 2012 Augustus followed the screaming crowd out of the museum. It was rough as people were, ignoring all manners, pushing and shoving to get away, but Augustus held his ground and kept his personal space with the muscle he gained from the Olympian's Society's strength training. After a few rough minutes, he found himself out in the cold. He looked around and sought out his father and brother, who were also calmly looking for him. Augustus felt rather relieved that they were unharmed. They, then, proceeded to unite with the Twelve Olympians... Eleven Olympians. One of them, Herman Trieste, had been masquerading as a party guard so to overlook events from areas inaccessible to guests and had been, unfortunately, sniped. "Those bastards!!! Who were they?" roared Achilles, a bestial glint, as well as an unmistakable increase in water, in his eye. The entirety of his muscular body shuddered with rage and sorrow. Herman had been like a son to him. Achilles cursed over an over. The others were unnerved by their leaders rage, and a few also had been on friendly terms with Herman as well. The Rosengolds watched the scene with sympathy. They had all experienced those emotions when Selena died. Sorrow, rage, screaming, denial, hatred at the world for the unfortunate turn of events. Achilles, after the initial, outburst quieted down. He shuddered again, his eyes were unmistakably filled with dark intent. "How dare they... I will, we will hunt them down... We will... avenge him." [color=#daa520]"Mr. Kastellanos,"[/color] said Augustus. [color=#daa520]"What do we do now? Where should I be headed now? I think we can safely assume that the party is over."[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Super Chaos Sonic Posted November 29, 2012 Report Share Posted November 29, 2012 [img]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/Anime-Guys-anime-guys-6494321-960-720.jpg[/img] [color=#808080]"Mr. Toshiki...I have to stop this..." [/color]Leon whispered to Evan. [color=#808080]"Look I don't care what happens I can't just sit here and do nothing. I need to help them!" [/color]His small talk was met with silence as Evan looked around...watching everything. [img]http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd333/Danuve_L/Render/byakuran.png[/img] [color=#40E0D0][i]A well thought out assault here. But I wonder, why this is happening. Perhaps, I could, persuade this man to talk about his plan. [/i][/color]Evan thought, as he fixed his white hair, before raising a hand to let the man see it. [color=#40E0D0]"Excuse me! Yes right here, please. Sir I was here on an assumption that this was a normal New Year's party. May I ask why you are doing this to us? Perhaps I could help out in someway or form."[/color] Leon glanced over at Evan when he said this, feeling uneasy. [color=#808080][i]What are you planning Evan? [/i][/color]he thought. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ListenToLife Posted November 29, 2012 Report Share Posted November 29, 2012 A simple move was all he had made. A simple, silent kill. Simple, effective, clean and quiet. But it failed. It had just made his actions noticable; the guard was missed and, as such, vengeance was called for. A threat was made, and a shot rang through the building, echoing loudly in Phillip's ears. He didn't need to look out from under the table cloth to know it had been a fatal shot; the clunk of the body hitting the wooden floors and the patter of blood across the guests was enough. The gasps and screams of those nearby told him everything he needed, and the call of the dark-haired man forwarded an ultimatum. His life, or the girl's. What followed shamed Phillip, giving him the idea that he had failed as an assassin. One of the greatest Assassin's and Thieves of one of the greatest crime gang's in Europe, and the greatest in Britain. He was ruthless, cold-blooded, sarcastic and confident. He could kill a person with no remorse, no feeling, and could leave many innocents to die if he got a contract done. But he couldn't let this poor woman die. He groaned to himself and removed his hand from underneath his jacket, a faint glimpse of a brown leather holster would've been visible to anyone who had been looking. He looked to his hand for a moment and sighed, watching as the air around his hand seemed to swirl, gaining an almost solid appearance. [i]I shouldn't do this.[/i] He said to himself, shaking his head as he poked out of the back of the table, still avoiding detection. Taking a deep breath, he rose so that he was slightly above the height of the table, barely a ghost in the faint light. He was visible for only a few seconds, but those few seconds were critical. He took a simple aim with his hand, placing it in a hand gesture that may have represented a gun; with the first finger pointing forward and the thumb held perpendicular. He turned his attention towards the centre of the room, where the body of a man not much older than Phillip lay, dead, upon the ground. In front of the corpse, the Dark-haired leader of these soldiers was holding a woman, a gun to her abdomen. He aimed close to the man's head at first, but decided against it - if this man had an agenda against the Artificers, then he held information that might be useful. So instead, he moved his aim to that of the man's hand, and a quick snap down of the thumb caused the gun to fly from the man's hand, a simple gush of compressed wind sending the gun flying, the power being enough to cripple the gun into unusablity. Phillip barely had time to duck down before all the eyes of the guards were in his direction, but a suitable distraction took attention away from him. 2 shots rung out through the building, and two guards fell dead to the ground. The sound of smashing glass suggested an outside source; someone had snipers protecting them. Obviously someone rich. A 3rd shot accompanied these, the single bullet so well aimed it managed to take down 2 of the guards, who had been conversing with each other, in one shot. Phillip only got a short glimpse of the rifleman, who appeared to be holding a body, before the man vanished down into the crowd once again, but Phillip could tell from the shot who it was. David had always been the gunman of the gang. It was only natural he would've went for a rifle. Phillip sighed and looked out slowly among the crowd, watching the actions of the dark-haired man, expecting that either he or David would most likely be targeted now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raine Posted November 30, 2012 Author Report Share Posted November 30, 2012 [IMG]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/sa.png[/IMG] The ballroom was rapidly deteriorating to become increasingly chaotic. It seemed the point of no return had been reached as the dark-haired man comforted his bruised hand and his hostage collapsed in panic to the floor. His eyes looked up coldly as guards began dropping and party guests seemed to start taking advantage of the ensuing madness. He felt is hand, obviously an artifact albeit not a significant one. He sighed, his control was lost and the uptown socialization would turn into an O.K. Corral if he wasn’t careful. A guard ran up to him frenzied, [color=#ffff00]“Sir, we’re being attacked by shadows!”[/color] The mysterious man gave a face of disgust, in an instant his fist came down on the guard’s cheek sending him to the floor beside the dead man. The dark-haired man reached for his second pistol, [color=#008000]“Incompetent,”[/color] he glared at the guard, [color=#008000]“secure the exits, now! I can’t trust you people for anything!”[/color] The man walked into the crowd that remained face-down. His mind was angry as he kicked over a nearby table. He was being poked and prodded at by those who refused to show their face. [color=#008000]“Come on out and play!”[/color] he yelled over the crowd, obviously any exchanging of fire here would kill innocents due to how crowded it was but he lacked any care at this point,[color=#008000] “Stop running around and show me how ‘heroic’ you are!”[/color] The dark-haired man shot once into the air, as he viciously scanned the room. However, he stopped and his eyes widened in disbelief… [color=#008000]“W-what?”[/color] ________________________________________________________________________ [IMG]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/744309e183d007cc6747f052cddbb8d0163ac9e6-1.png[/IMG] Adam was on the ground, he was already searched by the guards who were fairly less intrusive then they probably needed to be to be thorough. He had no complaints though; Adam was expecting a first move. In all honesty, he was disappointed in several ways. The first being who ever this man is his plan revolved around search and provocation, a tactic that could easily be avoided by those who tried. The second being how apparently someone took the bait of the hostage, their mortality would turn one killing into the massive collateral damage of a firefight. Adam still just sighed, as long as he could observe and wasn’t targeted he could obtain free information. The most difficult portion of this game hasn’t been the fights so much as identifying your opponents. Apparently, previous patrons had even used the advantage of identify to create scenarios that blackmail Artificers into suicide, an elegant but cruel tactic. Still, Voss had no delusions that such methods would work here, as the sniper fire came through the window it’s obvious these Artificers have outside support. Adam quickly took notice as the dark-haired man reacted to the violence and moved to more defensive play with the guards as he put himself into the line of fire. His chance, he thought. The edge of his vision caught Batel from earlier moving into the museum rather than from it. In fact several less than traumatized people were taking advantage of the fading lucidity of the man. Adam, kneeled up preparing to follow suit, until he caught something odd and his face lit up, [color=#800080]“Seriously?.”[/color] _________________________________________________________________________ [IMG]http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/GrandRaine/c65e2e927ecf8b5323b889a66bf2ccf2025c6d7e.jpg[/IMG] As if out of some miraculous tale, in the dark hall stood a masked man his presence seeming almost surreal. His crimson mask looked down and away as if grieving. [color=#000080]“…” [/color]he said nothing as the room looked at his stunned. He made no entrance; it was like he simply appeared there. He was costumed, perhaps a disguise, whatever it was it looked fairly ridiculous. The man was holding something, his arm raised straight into the air. It was only moments, before the dark-haired recognized the cord and device. It was a detonator. A gasp escaped the mysterious man to the hero. The masked man struck a dramatic pose as he pointed to the dark-haired man with his free hand,[color=#000080] “Murderer, mercenary, magician, marauder; bubbly beats of bountiful benevolence is lost on you.” [/color]The man spoke oddly but commandingly, [color=#000080]“For see I have seen the foresight of your forsakenness with my eyes and alas… you lack light.”[/color] The masked man held out his detonator, [color=#000080]“Now the probability for the probable is only predictable to produce because it is your demise. The heroics of hero’s heroicness are honored as the redistributing retribution of resurrection and death personified as I.”[/color] The dark-haired man twitched, [color=#008000]“Huh-“[/color] The hero laughed, [color=#000080]“De,”[/color] his finger hovered over the device, [color=#000080]“Cem,”[/color] the dark-haired man jumped forward to stop him, [color=#000080]“Ber.”[/color] His finger slammed on the device. [color=#008000]“BASTARD!,”[/color] cried the mysterious man. A large crack cut through the air, and smoke flooded the hall reducing visibility to almost nothing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Love of Ghibli Posted November 30, 2012 Report Share Posted November 30, 2012 Batel and Hermite were doing really well at navigating the the vicious mob that the middle generation created. It was a well executed impromptu plan if anything. They had finally made it out of the hall and were wondering in the inner depths of the Louvre. The place was rather poorly lit which was logical seeing as the rest of the building would be closed. They both made their ways down the art exhibits going down the corridors of the transcendentalist of course. Once they realize they weren't being followed it They slowed their pace. Batel was in as much of a state of shock that someone with his personality flaws could be in. A person was shot in cold blood and said cold blood was over his face. Hermite gave his grandson a handkerchief to wipe his face off but Batel humbly refused. He may have been in shock but he wasn't going to dare touch his face with someone else's mucus rag. He simply tore off a piece of cloth from some exhibit and wiped the blood of his face. There in lies the problem with Batel, his detachment runs deep. He didn't care about any of the art despite knowing their worth (except the landscape art of course) they didn't directly effect him so he made them do so. The same could be said for the guard his mother shot, the act itself was traumatic but their wasn't any value for other human life so it would be hard to internalize it. Hermite on the other was taking in everything. He remembered all the faces that his grandson was talking and the face of the dark haired man who must now meet a tortuous death. Aiming guns at the Le'Pendu family the nerve of some people. He sighed as he watched Batel destroy priceless art just to wipe blood off of his face. He pondered if Batel's apathy was a blessing or a curse. Nevertheless it is good to have an artificer in the family its pretty much being able to directly influence the games. [color=#000000]So who were those young gentlemen you spoke to, any potentials? [/color][color=#000080]Well one's name was Phillip Smithe...or Smithers...maybe Smithsonian, I'm not sure, he's cute so he definitely does have potential though to be honest he feels... mischievous. His way with words leads me to think he may be a confidence man of sorts. Though that means he would fit right in with our family. The other was...[/color]Batel begins to blush a little [color=#000080]Adam Voss a light exhale escaped his lips as he finished the mans name. That one has plenty of potential, I would enjoy a future with him.[/color] Batel drifted off into a little fantasy world at the thought which would only show on his face with some light snickers. Hermite was simply facepalming the entire time he could clearly see that Batel had misunderstood the meaning of the word potential but Hermite was moreso mad at himself. He should know better than to ask Batel possibly double meaning questions like that. Hermite lightly slapped Batel across the head...just because.[color=#000000] Ugh sometimes I just wonder how you could be this self centered. Though this was some useful information.[/color] As Batel went on about his man crush on this Mr. Voss, Hermite was slowly realizing that the probability of this man being a another artificer is steadily rising. [color=#000000]A representative of the House of Lords in London you say. Hmm I think we can take care of that. As for this Phillip person...we'll have to look into it.[/color] Hermite was talking to his grandson but he might as well have been talking to himself as Batel was...fantasizing...as it were. However both of them snapped out of their respective thoughts when they heard the cut through the air. What an odd sound to hear. Batel was understandably confused and slightly worried. He looked to his grandfather. [color=#000080]Explosives? Mother? Father?[/color] [color=#000000]Your parents are crass enough to bring bombs to an art museum nor are they weak enough to loose to those who would. One thing is for certain we're leaving now. [/color] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [url="http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Junon#/d5cxdhc"]Junon[/url] and [url="http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Victor#/d3g4c3o"]Mason [/url] were up on the roof smiling at the success of their distraction tactics. They were clear to make sure Batel and Hermite got away. Thought their keen eyes did see the other slick gunman who assisted young Phillip. They were thinking about shooting him but they had caused enough attention. It was when the both of them decided to leave when they looked down to see the spectacle and they both raised an eyebrow upon site of the masked man. When the smoke filled the room they both ducked behind some of the stone parts of the uppers levels to avoid a surprise attack but they felt they had to stay around to gather information. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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