Teir(RP)

Part One - Mon Aug 24, 2020 — 20:57:26
'''A dark colored manx lay motionless all but invisible in the darkness of the overhead rafters of a dimly lit and sparsely furnished room. He had been in these rafters for the past few hours waiting patiently for the mark to arrive. He was later than expected and uncharacteristically not alone. Two figures entered the room, his mark stayed standing while the second figure, cloaked with their face obscured, took a seat behind the desk, which was altogether unusual as this was his target's office.'''

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'''The manx had been approached a week earlier by a rival faction member of the target, who said that she wanted the competition thinned, though the reason never truly matters to an assassin. The mid-level thug, with greasy slicked-back hair, large bulbous nose, pot belly, the latest Shandypants(TM and Darmius Action Running Shoes(TM) available on the market, traipsed with an air of self-importance, apparently believing himself to be beyond reproach.Teir had observed the movements and habits of his prey for the better part of the week, meticulously structuring every detail of his plan. He selected the mark's office as the most optimal location with several available entrances and egresses. There was perfectly minimal lighting available, a blessing for one trained in the art of shadow walking, he could be mere centimeters away from somebody with no fear of being discovered, when moving it was if the shadows themselves would cling to his figure.'''

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'''Teir’s weapon appeared in his hand, it was eight inches in length with smoky wisps of the purest black undulating where the blade would normally be. With the target distracted--speaking rapidly and feverishly,Teir stepped through the shadows.  The target halted his desperate sounding speech mid sentence to whomever was sitting behind the desk, standing there motionless and agape. A small barely perceptible puff of black smoke escaped from his mouth like one's breath on a cold winter night. The target rotated slightly as his knees buckled and he felt with a loud thud to the floor, dead. The hooded figure sat motionless, but let out a low chuckle that despite its volume seemed to fill the room.''' '''"Yes, veeery good young assassin, very good indeed." The chilling voice coming from under the hood seemed to resonate from every direction. After deftly eliminating this the thug, Teir had stepped through the shadows back to the rafters watching from above. Though he knew full well that he was far from being considered the best in the assassination business overall, he was very highly regarded as one of the best with regard to the mastery of stealth and shadows. He had only been seen once before while completing one of his first contracts and nearly lost his life as result, after that he was single-mindedly focused on perfecting the art of being unseen, even at the cost of other areas of his training being less adept, he could work on those in time. Teir blinked and the figure was crouched on the rafter mere feet away. Teir remained stalk still folding the shadows around himself.''' '''"I must say I am much more impressed than I ever imagined I would be, what a delight this is..." he chuckled again, it's voice was a high pitched rasp that sent shivers down Teir’s spine. "Even I did not notice your movements, assassin, though... you cannot hide your mind from me. We shall meet again soon, Teir, we have much work to do.” With those parting words the figure ceased to be there.'''