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Taking the coin from Chic-scratch, Kat drops it in the front of her blouse knowing exactly what she would do with it. Never buying new clothes, making do with "the hole" for a room in Guild, Kat had a vision of one day getting the nice place her Mom dreamed of...something her "PaPa" already had though information on him was sketchy at best. Looking at the paper only able to read a couple of words on it, Kat nods keeping the bill of her cap low as the rush of heat to her face bodes of the blush she eternally attempts to hide. Her whisper of "Thanks" to Lola was drowned out in the fight begun as voices became loud and even the dog began to growl. Standing, Kat's hand reached for Lola's arm touching only briefly then points out the door, whether Lola wanted to come or not... the last place Kat wanted to be was in the hall if the fight got worse.

I play enough mid evil games to kno... Sorry I was at school n trying to keep my eyes on screen insteada being distracted.... n sheesh person >.> I screwed up once >.> Sorry

The slender girl raised an eyebrow. "Cease" Words as cold as mere death. The dog stopped his snarling and moved to her side. Both sleek silver eye's moved to the girl as both soul wrenching eyes laid apon her. "Find and place" The dog took the paper and wandered back to their room, the fight breaking out left nothing but a cruel blood hungry smile placed apon the wenchs face. "Evening Blaze" Was all that was said, each word soft and seductive yet strong and commanding over the crowd, her body overturned into the sea as her eyes groped the mass to find the exit as she wandered out.

Lola nodded slightly, making for the door with Dougan. The Doberman was barking his little rat-like head off somewhere near the back off the hall. The movement in the room slowed to a halt as everyone moved towards the door, no one wanting to get in the middle of an Assassin fight. Lola turned briefly towards the fight then donned on her cat burglar gloves and headed up the wall. Ducking out the door she headed as covertly as possible for her room.

Sorel smirked, but the expression was short lived with her promise to share the story behind his name. "Yes milady," he said unable to resist, but it didn't have much of an effect considering his tone was unenthusiastic. Sorel had a small following that admired him and as few as their numbers were, they still gave his ego a minor boost. He looked at the dog's owner as she approached them now. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at her. "Do I know you?" he asked although in his mind it was more like "How the hell do you know me?". He was certain he was not familiar with this person. He was getting unpleasant vibes from Ledreska though and had a bad feeling about where this was going.

(ooc: Poor Sorel isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer sometimes. Never mind that Ledreska said Blaze a couple times. I didn't expect to make him sound like so much of a loser, but it's fun.)

Arabelle whirled, startled, and when she saw who it was her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. 'Eli' She said coolly 'How the hell do you know my name?' She had to stop herself from blushing, but she held his gaze. How did he know? She hadn't told, she had never told, and now the little lowlife had gone and said it in front of everyone. God, she hated him. Kind Of.

A coy grin played on the mans lips. "It's only a killers job to kno who he's surrounded by." His words where dark, nothing but sheer fearsome darkness coiling and swaying from his lips. His eyes looked over her as the blush overpassing her cheeks. "Embarrised?" His body wound around to her back, his sheer mass leaning over her tiny form. "Shhhh" His hands moved swiftly, too swiftly for any normal person to see. "Calm you're self" Each word that over passed the blood hungry assassin he couldn't help but laugh at within. Meer games with others was aloud, hits where not, and nor was killing within. He enjoyed ending the rules, coiling them around his scarred and sun kissed fingers as his true nature was.

Arabelles gaze hardened, and she leaned in, careful not to expose her neck 'Don't mess with me' she whispered 'It may not be now, but I'll strike back, and when I do you'll know. I am not in the best of moods of late Eli, and as always I tire of your games.' She smiled and blew him a kiss, making sure as she did he saw the throwing knife strapped to her wrist. Yes, she did like him, but that would count for naught if he crossed her.

Eli couldn't help but let a loud below outburst from his cracking lips. "You...Strike back... At me! Humor me girl" His voice was cruel, it was the type of voice that only a true blood hungry murderer could hold on his shoulders. He looked down at his wrist a dark and truly evil smile pulling at his lips. "And for the late the woman must be of Hysteria" His voice was nothing more then just a cruel game now that lingered out in sounds. Both spiting eyes narrowed. "I'd watch that tone girl... for one isn't great to anger" Taking his leave Eli snarled slightly, his voice deepening but still holding that dark seductive tone as he turned and headed to a darker wall out of view of most to gain his job before he left to finish it.

Lunar's dark and tantalizing eye's wandered over the area where she'd just exited from. 'Silly boy... You should know the names of friend and foe in this place... or you get yourself killed' Each thought echoed in her mind as her own thoughts trailed off to other more unpleasant memories and more cherished thoughts of killing and such as the place in her head became nothing but screaming and silence... while where she sat she was consumed in chit chat of others around her in Guild.

Sorel watched, a tad confounded, as the stranger left just up and left. 'She walks up, says hi, and just wanders off.' His eyebroaws furrowed and he made a "what the hell" sort of gesture. He counted himself lucky that Ledreska hadn't decided to bite his head off for the milady comment and let the stranger slip from his mind. He couldn't be bothered to learn each of the members of Guild. He wasn't even sure how many there were at a time. He'd leave it to the enforcement unit and the Guild Master to try and keep track of the names. His attempts at it ended in failure considering how members were always getting caught, killed, or were joining. He decided to make a proposal. "Blood," he asked refraining frolm using any of the nicknames she hated, "what would you say to some joint work?" It wasn't a complete oddity for members to work together and a con artist and pickpocket wasn't a terrible combination.

Sarcasticly, Arabelle fanned herself and swooned into his arms. Feigning innocence, she looked up at him with wide, childlike eyes 'Forgive me sir, I have, as so many women do, succumbed to the vapours. I hope this will not cause problems.' She made her voice as naive as possible to hide the venom behind it. This Eli had crossed a line, and as much as she loved him, he would pay. She took a dagger from her leg and put it over her shoulder like a parasol, twirling it. She looked at him again, her gaze as cruel and cold as his own. If he wanted to play this way she would. 'You know' She said, joyfully 'You don't seem like a man with a sense of humour, perhaps that is why you hate me so? I'm so sorry to rouse your precious anger, but I'm a modern girl. I believe in freedom, and so, I will act how I wish around you. In the meantime however, I suggest you learn how to take a joke, because if you knife everyone who tries to befriend you, there would soon be no-one left on the planet'

Ledreska spun around and punched Sorel in the face. Not as hard as she could, but hard enough to leave a bruise on his cheek. She never meant to take it that far, but with the dog being annoying and Sorel insisting on making her angry, she just couldn't hold it in anymore. That punch was already long overdo. "Next time you poke at me, I'm going to poke back either with my dagger or my needle and you won't like where either of them end up," she hissed. She continued to glare at him for another moment and then just headed to her quarters. If there were any good jobs, Sorel's distraction made her wait too long. They would all be gone by now. She heard her stomach make a low grumbling sound, but she wasn't hungry enough to stoop to the low in which she would have to eat whatever peasant food was being served in the guild. She may not want to be called a noble, but having been able to dine with them in more than one occasion made her tastes very particular, not that she would ever admit it to anyone.

Scratch his previous thought. "Okay," he thought, "so much for getting off scott free." He rubbed his cheek and made no move to strike back. He knew when he'd earned it. Obviously the prospect of working together was now void. He hadn't really expected it to work. He avoided her gaze as it stabbed at his skull. He'd definitely pushed his luck a little too far. "I'll keep that in mind," he said humorlessly. He watched her leave then sighed. He decided to visit one the informants he regularly visited. When he strolled over towards her and said "How's my favorite little informant?" she regarded him coldly. It was probably the word little that earned him that look after a moment she broke the silence by saying, "You're an idiot." It was a short and simple statement in regards to the developing bruise on his cheek. It didn't take much imagination to guess what had caused the redness. He pretended not to know. "That's awfully mean," he said, "what did I do to earn such a cold cruel greeting?" The young girl rolled her eyes. "You provoke Blood too much," she said irratably, "I don't have work for you so go away." Sorel stared at the girl for a moment before giving up. The way she said it meant that she hadn't felt like saving any jobs for him. He was about to walk away when she held up a coin in front of his face saying "hey messenger boy." Her demeaning tone told him to walk away, but the coin said otherwise. "What is it?" he asked. "I've got a job for said con artist and since you chased her off I need you to take the details to her." He looked at her then the coin. "Well if I'm not getting any work today I might as well." He took the coin and sloppy notes from her an wandered off to where he had seen Ledreska wander off. He had never actually been to her quarters nor knew where they were and hoped he could catch up with her. It was a bit vexing to him that she seemed to have a higher demand for jobs than he did despite his seniority. Hopefully this fact had escaped her. If not she had yet another bard to prod at him with.

Name: Aika Guild Name: Wraith Name story: She was given the name wraith because of her ability to move and disappear without a trace. The name seemed fitting for her abilities and appearance and most other terms reffering to ghosts were already taken. Age: 13 Gender: Female Appearance: Aika is short and despite being touchy over this topic she finds it very advantageous. She has pale blond hair that is always tied back in some form of ponytail. She looks very young and tends to use that to her advantage as well because people tend to let their gaurd down around her. She also has pale blue eyes. She wears whatever she can get. She manages to acquire some hand-me-downs from other members and that's usually what she wears. Personality: She's quiet and conservative. Around strangers of Guild she's businesslike and get's to the point. Around friends within Guild dhe's just as blunt, but shows more of a crude sense of humor. If she's bothering to criticize you she probably either likes or admires you. Talents/occupation: Scout, informant, and occassionally a entry lookout. Weapons: She carries a dagger and knows how to use it well enough to defend herself, but her main weapons are actaully deception and her smarts. Put simply she's better at running than fighting. Background Info: Wraith's parent's were of the upper class and were heavily involved in several scams. Her life of priviledge ended when she was 7 and her parents were killed by assassins. It could be ironic that she chose to join Guild, but she had no where else to go with her quickly developing talents. Most members are unsure whther she's vengeful because she's so quiet around most people.

Skeleton Name: Searinna Dämon (Sear E nna) Guild Name: Night Name story: It's been a nickname since she was a child, due to the fact she's been drawn to the night and is just like it personality and movement wise. Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearance: Not mine Personality: She's quiet to herself egotistic arrogent and an overall ass to everyone around her. Talents/occupation: Assassin Pick pocket thief Weapons: (Same as both Jay and Lunar) Background Info: Undocumented

Gunna edit later; I'm going down stairs to watch the oscars.