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Edited by Crrowly: 8/11/2017 4:39:40 AM
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[spoiler]Open to all.[/spoiler][url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/229906346/0/0/1]Christina[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/229899486/0/0/1][b][u]Lumen Solis, 0134 hours[/u][/b][/url] It was pouring all over in Lumen Solis, but it was raining especially hard in Noctis, the slums of Ollimand's capital. Dense rainclouds obscured the night sky, as rain constantly pelted the pavement and buildings built on top of said pavement. One would think it stupid to enter the slums on a night like this, but that was exactly what the girl was doing. She wore rather light clothing, a smooth, thin white cloth shirt that wrapped around her entire body and trousers to go along with the top. A white scarf was worn around her neck, covering over half her face. Everything about her was drenched in rainwater; her long, snow white hair, her scarf, her clothing. She didn't appear to be armed as she roamed through the streets of Noctis, until she came across a very wounded man. The girl knelt down beside him, examining the wound. She debating simply leaving him and pretending she never saw it, but... it would be so easy. The girl sighed, however the sound was muffled by her scarf. She raised her left hand, gently placing her palm against the man's abdominal area. Worn over her glove were three pieces of jewelry; two rings, one with a sapphire and one with a ruby, and one bracelet, with emeralds decorating it. [i]"O' Falldor, great god of healing, may life not part from this man,"[/i] The girl would whisper–it was a prayer. [i]"Allow him to live to see another day. Show him your kindness and your love, and let the evil that is death not claim him today. And may Ria watch over us all."[/i] And just like that, an aura slowly surrounded the girl's left hand. The aura was a green light, and looked to be slowly being absorbed into the man. A few moments later, his eyes would open, and he would gasp, looking down at his abdomen. Where there was once a deep stab wound, there was now nothing but a scar. The girl would look down at the man, eyebrows furrowed, with worry seek in her eyes. The man looked up, breathing calming down, before he finally spoke to the girl. "I know who did this," He said. "Somebody who's had a grudge on me for a long time. He lives here, in the slums... I was passing through her when he found and stabbed me." He looked up to the girl, fear and pleading in his expression. "You look capable. Please, I beg of you... my family will not be safe until I'm sure that this person will attack us no longer." The girl slowly stood, unsure what to think. Falldor would demand that she help this man and his family, but... what was he to her? She didn't see any reason to help, and was about the shake her head when the man's hands shuffled through his pockets. "H-here, I'll pay you. 200 credits," He gave the girl a handful of coins from his wallet that had miraculously not been stolen. "That's 75. I'll repay the remaining 125 if you bring me proof of his death. I'll be here." He gestured towards the empty alleyway. The girl gazed passively at the man; she was no mercenary, but she would do what she had to to earn money. With a small sigh, she nodded slowly. The man sighed with relief, sitting down in the alleyway. He gave the girl directions to where the man lived, and she merely nodded, walking away from the alleyway. She would eventually arrive at a dilapidated apartment building. The window of the highest floor was broken. The girl slowly began climbing and, when arriving just below the broken window, she lifted her top slightly to pull out a long dagger, at least 18 inches in length, its 13 inch blade slightly curved. The girl raised her left hand to her chest, silently whispering another prayer. Slowly, her body would fade away from visibility, until she was entirely invisible. Now, she would roll into the dilapidated building, soundless and invisible. She would quickly search the room, eventually finding the target looking at his phone. She soundlessly crept up behind him, first taking a peak at the phone's screen. What she saw would make her jaw drop in utter silence. After a moment of paralyzation, she aligned her dagger with the man's throat, before pressing the metal against his throat and slitting it before he could scream. From there, he simply hacked at sawed at his neck until he had torn the man's head from his shoulders. The girl gazed at the phone screen with contempt, before raising her dagger and jamming the tip of her blade into the screen, breaking it and causing it to die. She then stowed the dagger in her shirt once more, holding the head as she left the apartment and returned to the alleyway. She and the man exchanged goods; a head for 125 credits. The girl sighed, turning away and continuing to walk through the slums aimlessly, hoping that nobody had seen the transaction–people likely would've, though. --------------------------[spoiler]Open to Ero.[/spoiler][b][u][url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/229899486/0/0/1]Lumen Solis[/url], same time[/u][/b] Rain was pouring on the City of Lights, but that didn't stop Lux's livelihood. The tourist district was booming with activity, as usual. This time, there was a festival going on, celebrating who knows what–reasons for celebrations have long been forgotten. They could've been celebrating the invention of the Electric Cheese Grater for all anybody knew. High above the festivities, there was a boy sitting atop the roof of a skyscraper. Rain soaked his blond hair and drenched his skin and clothes, while his icy blue eyes simply wandered, taking in the scenery of the beautiful capital of Ollimand. His drenched clothing consisted of a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, while his feet wore no shoes or socks. He simply sat at the edge of the roof, feet dangling over the edge. He might've been waiting for something to happen, or simply admiring the view. Either way, he was itching for movement.
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  • Edited by TheChemist: 8/11/2017 7:56:07 PM
    "Now, where did you get the idea that being an assassin is legal?" A man asks from a nearby alley, having witnessed the event. He was about 6'4" and his nearly white hair stood out against the dark blue of his clothes and the general darkness of the alley. His eyes were deep green pools, shining with an accusatory light. A brown satchel hung from his shoulder.

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  • The girl sighed, her muscles tensing up to draw her weaponry should this turn into a fight. "We're in the slums. Are you going to go around, arresting every person who kills for money you find?" She asked, slowly turning. "You'll be spending a lot of time here."

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  • "Not necessarily. I'm new in town, want to make friends, not enemies." He put a hand on the satchel. "I was just thought you looked nervous and thought it would be informative to observe your reaction to being caught." He frowned slightly. "And don't make me out to be some paragon of lawfulness, you'll only get burned."

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  • The girl shrugged. "You don't normally see paragons of lawfulness around these parts, anyway," She replied, relaxing as it became clear that the man meant no harm. As for her reaction to being caught? She would remain calm, and observe the situation before acting on any of the possible reactions she had in mind.

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  • The man's smile quickly returns. "So, what's your name anyway?"

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  • The girl was hesitant to reply, but didn't see any harm in it. "Christina," She replied, pulling her scarf down to reveal the rest of her face. It had some kind of unnatural beauty to it, being strangely pale, with angular features, a small, perky nose, and thin lips. "Must just call me Chris or Tina. And you?"

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  • "Locke. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He walked up to her. "Now tell me this, how did a young woman like you, end up in such an unlikely line of work?"

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  • Christina would look to her left, then her right, then back at the man, shifting herself a bit away from him as he approached–simply a precaution. "This really isn't the best place to talk about that," She murmured, her soft voice barely audible above the pouring rain and howling gale.

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  • Edited by TheChemist: 8/12/2017 12:36:59 PM
    "Then how about we go somewhere more private. You've intrigued me." He said this very casually, there was a warmth in his tone and body language.

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  • "Right. Follow me." Christina turned away from Locke, beginning to walk down the streets in the same direction she was before. After a while, they'd arrive at an old, seemingly abandoned 7-11. Its walls were dilapidated and moss covered, the once clean walls cracked and old. Many windows were broken in, revealing the dull, flickering light inside the old store. Christina would enter this 7-11, setting herself down at the counter. "Well, this is my place," She said flatly. "To answer your question then... I guess I had started doing whatever I could do for money when I left home. People who... disagreed with my family's religion raided our house, end... well, you can probably guess what happened after that."

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  • He nods, carefully examining the room. He looks at her, a serious look on his face. "I can imagine. When I was younger, my parents were murdered by a demon. I was so angry at the world, I had to let it all out somehow. So I threw myself into my studies. I became the greatest wizard the town had ever seen, and defeated every opponent that rose to oppose me. They loved me." He pauses, looking away from her. "And then they stabbed me in the back. When the demon attacked the town, I was the one they blamed. After everything I did for them, they just tossed me aside." He clenches his hands, tears gathering in his eyes.. "They exiled me. The people who had become my family, kicked me out. It showed me that no matter what I do, it will never be enough to bring them back." A single tear falls to the floor. "So I know exactly how you feel."

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  • Christina gazed at Locke, her mouthing slightly agape as though she wanted to say something. After a moment of silence, she closed her mouth, sighing and looking down. "Regardless how distant they seem, the gods watch over you," She replied sadly. It sounded like something she told herself a lot, clinging to her religion in world where it did very little for her. She remained silent as she gazed up at the ceiling of the 7-11. "Wizard, huh? What kinda magic do you use?" She asked nonchalantly. "I pray to the gods, and they bless me with power through the talismans you might see on my left hand." The jewelry.

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  • "The people in my village have an interesting difference from other humans. We have Arcane Force. It's the same principle as chakra in some popular media. Some of us can use it better than others." A small flame appears in his hand. "It's quite useful."

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  • "Arcane Force, huh?" Christina would gaze at the flickering flame in Locke's hand, staring into the sparks and embers as a small plume of smoke rose from it. She admired it–Locke's magic was self-reliant, whereas Christina depending on some distant gods for her power. "Interesting. Wish I had some," She added half-jokingly, laughing a bit.

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  • "Well, you do have it. You just can't use it." He stood, taking a very professorial stance. "All humans produce Arcane Force as a byproduct of mitosis and meiosis, however for some reason only the people of the western islands have the necessary biological features to use it. We have something similar to a second set of blood vessels, just for Arcane Force."

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  • "... you just got my hopes up, then smashed them immediately," Christina replied with a laugh. "Is it possible to... ah, never mind." She shook her head, knowing how foolish the question was.

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  • He furrowed his brow. "Technically yes. The only thing is it would require quite alot of blood and would be quite painful for you. But yes, it is possible."

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  • "Oh?" Christina seemed rather interested. "Well, if you could ever find some time to teach me how, I'll try to find some payment."

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  • "Payment? No, I do not require payment. The information gained would be payment enough." He sits next to her. "Besides, I would like to believe we have become friends here today. Friendship doesn't ask for payment or reimbursement. It simply gives what it can and takes what it needs. No more, no less. And true friendship is quite rare."

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  • She laughed slightly, smiling at Locke. "That's... quite some philosophy," She commented, raising an eyebrow. "But if you do end up teaching me something... well, I'll have something for you."

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  • "Well, it won't be easy, but blood magic is very useful." He looks over at her. "And i suppose I'll [i]have[/i] to take some payment if you continue to be insistent."

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  • Christina smiled at Locke, pulling a dagger from its sheathe at her right side. It was short and curved, and emeralds decorated its guard. "This dagger's... special. It doesn't harm people, rather it phases through their flesh completely. Instead, it heals nearby wounds." She looked from the dagger to Locke. "Don't think of it as payment. It's a token of thanks, for being a friend." She held the dagger out to Locke.

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  • He took the dagger. "Thank you, I will treasure it always." He looked at her, smiling.

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  • Christina smiled back at Locke, almost sadly. The dagger was a family treasure, an heirloom, and had saved Christina's life as a child. She was sad to see it go, but was glad that it was in the hands of somebody like Locke.

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  • "What's wrong? Your eyes seem sad."

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