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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Jun 22, 2010 0:54:11 GMT -5
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"Ah!" Silver flashed threateningly in the black shadows of the alley, cutting through the darkness in a tight, deadly arc that was followed swiftly by steaming blood and muffled gurgling. A hand over the mouth quieted the man's dying sounds and the knife swirled smoothly around a strong, calloused hand before stabbing into the man's stomach, puncturing various internal organs as the move was repeated four more times. Warm blood surged forth from each now puncture wound, soaking the entire front of the man as well as the ground at his feet. The black boots behind him stood carefully on a thick piece of wood, keeping firmly away from the blood pooling below.
Rohjyx scowled dangerously as he set the dead man on the ground in a believable position, wiping his bloodied silver switchblade on a clean part of his target's jacket before skillfully flipping it shut and back into its hidden position along his forearm. With that same leather-gloved hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Depressing a few buttons quickly, Rohjyx pressed the phone against his ear and waited until he got an anxious, "Hello?"
"Mission accomplished." He growled out quietly, sharp ice eyes glaring around the dark and disgusting alleyway. "I expect my money to be in my hands no later than tonight." With that said, he hung up his phone and shoved it back into his pocket.
He would get his money that night. He knew it. And if he was honest with himself, chances were good that his money would be waiting for him at his bar by the time he got back there. But first, he had someone to find and he had been told not ten minutes prior that the one he was looking for was nearby.
Of course, you could go a long way in ten minutes but Rohjyx had a feeling that this particular person wasn't going to be going anywhere just yet.
Stepping carefully around all of the blood, Rohjyx made his way out of the dark little niche and into the main part of the alley headed away from the way he had entered. There was more light now, but not as much as there would be out in the open. The buildings and their fire escapes did a good job of blocking out the sunlight farther in the alley.
With light, ghosting steps Rohjyx slipped through the alley towards the exit. His eyes took note of the damp, dirty state of the alley and how trash littered it on both sides almost to the center. He let his steps get slightly heavier as he got closer to the exit, only for him to stop short as he noticed a figure sitting on one of the fire escapes and watching the people out in the town center. The short buzz cut hair and strong build tipped off who it was to Rohjyx and the panther Shifter felt an amused smirk curl his lips.
Well, look at that. It was Logan; just who he was looking for.
Walking a few more steps so that he stood just a few feet to the side of Logan, smirking up at him. "Well, if it isn't Logan. Just the guy I was looking for too." He called lazily, looking for all the world as if he owned everything. "I'm Rohjyx Ryne and I remember running into you not too incredibly long ago. I've done a little bit of research and have to wonder if you'd like to be a part of my Guild, the Assassins." He added smoothly, obviously confident and comfortable but still aware of his surroundings. The sharp glint in his ice blue eyes let anyone observant know that he was actually paying very close attention to what went on a round him even if his posture gave off a totally different idea.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jun 22, 2010 11:46:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/20t0bw9.jpg] Logan crouched on a rusty fire escape, feet planted firmly on the railing. One hand steadied him against the brick of the building, and the other arm was resting easily on his leg. Precarious position? Perhaps it was for another person, however, Logan found this position to be enjoyable. The boy could appreciate high places, and reveled in his ability to keep his balance, regardless of how the wind buffeted him. He breathed in deeply, straightening up slightly, enjoying the scent of the salty ocean. You could smell the ocean anywhere close to the shore, and when the wind blew right, you cloud smell the ocean anywhere in Shelpey.
With a small smirk, Logan crouched back down and stared at the people crossing in the town center. They had no idea they were being watched, except for the few perceptive who glanced around cautiously and then hurried on. Logan sighed, and glanced behind him, impatience finally getting the better of him. He knew he'd been spotted in the area by some of Rohjyx Ryne's people over ten minutes ago - he'd spotted them too. Logan also knew Rohjyx was in the area already - some sort of job or something. Logan turned his head back to the scene in front of him, mind busy. So if the guy was in the area, wanted to meet up with Logan, and hadn't shown up yet - he must be busy. Busy with what though? Logan didn't exactly care.
His grimy fingers began to drum against the soft fabric of his black sweatpants. Not the coolest looking or most dangerous, but they were easy to move around in, and made Logan harder to see in the shadows. His fingers paused in their drumming as Logan's ears strained to hear behind him. There they were, reverberating footsteps. Logan glanced down to see the person he had been waiting for. "Well, if it isn't Logan. Just the guy I was looking for too." "Well congrats. Ye found me." Logan replied, mind idly marking that Rohjyx had found him partially because Logan didn't move after he saw the Assassin scouts, and partially because he was just that good. "Wha' d'ye want?" he finished, voice not exactly rude, but not polite either.
He looked away from the panther shifter, back over to the people. Rohjyx had looked quite relaxed, but Logan wasn't fooled. He hadn't spent all those hours of research for nothing. The German Shepherd shifter ran the facts he had learned of Mr. Ryne through his head briefly. The shifter had grown up with two parents in the military. He and his two older brothers joined the military as soon as they were old enough. Two older brothers got shipped out, Rohjyx protested and wanted to be shipped out as well. Superior officers declined the request, and Rohjyx resigned from his position in the military. The boy took an airplane to a neutral country in the war, and disappeared. Logan was assuming that the younger sibling had ran off to be with his brothers, but he hadn't found anything to prove his theory. He was in the process of pulling up Rohjyx's brother's files - although that was taking a big longer than he planned.
Rohjyx's lazy voice broke into Logan's thoughts, reminding him to keep his surroundings in focus. "I'm Rohjyx Ryne and I remember running into you not too incredibly long ago. I've done a little bit of research and have to wonder if you'd like to be a part of my Guild, the Assassins." Ah yes, the two major gangs, or as they preferred to be called, guilds of the fair Shelpey City. Logan had known of these guilds for some time now, but hadn't seen it fit to join in with the fight. He didn't understand the motivation of the two, and here he had the perfect source to find this strange motivation from. Logan ran the words through his mind again, and chuckled quietly at the words "a bit of research." Logan didn't bother hiding himself from anyone, but his activities were well hidden. Briefly worried, he raised an eyebrow, wondering who ratted him out. With a small shrug, he brushed the worry away. There was nothing he could do about it now, he'd worry about that later.
Logan swung down from his high perch and dropped in front of Rohjyx, impact making him fully crouch. Standing, he found himself at a much shorter height then Rohjyx. Refusing to be intimidated, he stared the other shifter in the eyes. "Why should I concern meself with a figh' tha' I 'ave no part in? Wha' be me motivation to help ye or Alex Rowe? I have no figh' with ye or Alex, why should I give meself a reason to 'ave one with teh either of ye now?" Logan's voice was deep and strong, Scottish brogue clearly evident. Dark hazel eyes looking black in the lighting, his gaze turned incredibly intense. "Wha' be ye motivation? Why d'ye figh' so ferociously against Alex and 'is people?" Logan leaned back away from Rohjyx, glancing behind the shifter for a second. "From wha' I've 'eard, ye killed Amber, their second-in-command. Some'ow, teh Thieves 'ave yet t'find out about Amber's death - 'owever, ye did it fer a rumor. One that was naught even true. Why should I follow some one who leaps without thinking?"
"D'naught get me wrong, I really don't care what ye do unless it's a'gonna affect me. If I join ye guild, I'd be joining ye cause. I'd be affected by everything ye guild does. Naught only that, it'd give da cops one more reason to pull me in. I've managed to escape police notice so far, but only through luck and wit. One day they will catch me, but I plan te hold that day off fer as long as possible. Joining ye and yer cause will onlee be hastenin' that day." Logan stopped, finally finished. The dog shifter couldn't remember the last time he had spoken so much. Unless he was doing a job, he rarely spoke. However, this was an important decision, one he was not going to take lightly. Joining either of the guilds would cause the police to watch him more closely then they did now - something Logan did not take lightly.
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