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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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  • "Oh, no reason. Just please treat the dagger well."

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  • "Of course." His smile was warm and welcoming. "You are very kind for this."

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  • "I guess," Christina would reply as she looked away, staring out into the rainy streets. "Just keep it safe."

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  • "I Will." He looked up to the ceiling, and then down at the floor. The silence soon became quite awkward. "It's been quite nice to meet you Christina, and I am glad we have become friends." He stands up. "But I am afraid I must go, I have demons to hunt." He leaves. [spoiler]End. Gotta do a plot now. :P[/spoiler]

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  • Someone did notice, peculiar sight, out of place in the slums. A snow haired woman, dressed in a black suit, more casual like formal wear. A few people stared, but she didn't mind it, gliding through the crowd towards the woman, not seemingly on a hostile route, more leisurely, as if she wanted to talk. Her white, short kept hair made her noticeable for the most part, while the suit made her seem out of place, a rich looking person in slums.

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  • The first thing the girl would notice was that their hair colors were the same; snow white. Seeing the casual demeanor of the approaching woman, the girl would relax slightly, although her prayers were still in mind if the woman was putting up a façade. She would allow the woman to approach, her own self leaning against the wall of a nearby building that had long fallen into disrepair.

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  • She didn't speak when she got close, instead making eye contact to get her attention, then making a series of gestures with her hands, odd at first, as it wasn't clear what she was doing. After a bit, she repeated them, and then it was clear what she was doing; sign language. [u]Understand me?[/u]

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  • The girl wasn't exactly the most proficient with sign language, but she got the gist of it. She nodded in response to the mute woman, raising her right arm to pull down her scarf, revealing her face. Her face had a somewhat unnatural beauty to it, having a round shape combined with a sharp, angular facial structure, along with unnaturally pale skin, thin lips, and a small nose with a perky tip. "I understand you," She replied. Her voice was soft, and the other woman would barely be able to hear it over the sound of the rain.

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  • The odd woman looked roughly similar, except her features where more sharp, defined, almost chiseled from marble. Her eyes being a liquid silver in color, shining in the light, something about them seemed off, contacts maybe. It wasn't hard to imagine she had a name to match her features. She formed gestures again, quickly able to do them, most likely years of experience. It was hard to keep up. [u][i]Nice kill, turning invisible like that and silencing the phone too.[/i][/u]

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  • The girl's eyes blurred as she read the gestures, and she was silent as she ran through them in her head and translated. After a moment she had translated what the woman had said roughly, and replied. "... in the eyes of the gods, I would say that killing for money is a sin, and especially not praying during the job," The girl replied. She couldn't've been very old; likely not even eighteen yet. "But I suppose. Thanks."

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  • The woman let out an amused huff then, after hearing what the girl said, shaking her head in disbelief. She started again, signing more words. [i][u]Killing for money is what you make of it. A job for some, like me, and others kill for free.[/u][/i] As she signed it, it became clear why she was dressed the way she was; the suit and tie most likely what it seemed at first glance, and under the coat, there was most likely weapons hidden.

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  • It was another few moments before the girl could get a rough translation of what the woman had said formed in her mind, and she would reply after knowing what the woman had signed. "I understand that; trust me, I really do. But is it so wrong to dislike killing?" She frowned slightly, averting her gaze as she stared off into the distance, her rich, brown eyes ­blank. "I just... need all the money I can get. That's why I did it."

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  • She snapped her fingers to get the girl's attention then. Calling her back to reality. Moving her hands again and gesturing, she signed more. [i][u]It is why I do it, for money, and there are bad people out there.[/u][/i] It was tough for her to fully form coherent sentences, but she managed so far.

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  • At the snap of her fingers, the girl would turn her head back to read the next few sentences in reply. After translating, she simply smiled halfheartedly at the woman, nodding. "Well, you have a profession. Better than I, really." She noticed that it was becoming a little difficult to continue forming full sentences in sign language–it was also difficult for the girl to translate. "Um... would you like to find someplace inside one of these buildings? I don't live too far from here, and I have some paper and pencils where I live. You can write instead of sign, makes it easier for both of us."

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  • [u][i]That would be nice, yes.[/i][/u] It was obvious she was willing to comply, gesturing to the girl to lead the way then.

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  • The girl nodded, before continue to walk along the way she was walking before. After a short while, they would arrive at what looked to be an abandoned 7-11, dilapidated and old. A light inside the building was flickering, and the windows were smashed. "Well... this is my place," She said, entering through a broken window. She sighed, twisting her soaked, white hair to get some of the rainwater out.

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  • The mute woman didn't seem to care on the appearance, let alone the woman, as she slipped inside with an elegant grace. Once inside, she glanced around, her silver eyes soaking in the details.

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  • The 7-11 was, of course, stocked with food–nothing really of sustenance. Chips, soft drinks, beef jerky, mostly just unhealthy stuff that takes a long while to expire. The girl went through the aisles, finding a notebook and pencil, before giving them to the woman.

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  • Now armed with a pencil and paper, she waited then for whatever else the girl had to say.

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  • "So... well, I guess I should ask why you came to talk to me?" She stated as she pulled her scarf down to reveal her face. It had an unnatural beauty to it, with strangely pale skin, angular features, a small, perky nose and thin lips.

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  • She didn't write yet, instead signing again. [i]Because not everyday do i see magic, or someone young killing for money.[/i]

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  • "... reasonable," The girl admitted. "I don't like killing. But here I am, cutting heads off for some spare change. Really, it was a one time thing; the 200 credits could possibly get me a good meal or two." She sighed, sitting down at the 7-11 counter, tilting her head slightly at the woman. "Do you have a name?" She asked–it was actually a legitimate question. Many people she met had either forgotten theirs or have never received one. "Mine's Christina. Most call me Chris or Tina."

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  • She started writing then, taking a bit, seemingly in thought. Eventually she handed the paper over. [i]My name is Athena. I can help you, make a deal, actually. I can get you out of this place in exchange for your services down the road. It depends what I need you for, time will tell though.[/i]

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  • Christina took the paper, reading it through several times. She looked up at Athena, replying hesitantly. "I'm gonna need more information about what I'll be doing than 'it depends'."

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  • She signed then. [i]It really does depend. Although with skills like yours, it could be anything.[/i] Winking then, the message was clear, and the girl had an option; Take the deal, and live a better life, but owe Athena something in return, it refuse and be stuck in a 7/11 for unknown years.

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