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PostSubject: Femme Fatale   Fri Mar 29, 2013 1:01 pm

~ .: |Femme Fatale| :. ~

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Hannah's feet flew across the shingles of the rooftop, her black and red assassin robes billowing out behind her. The night air was still, the only sounds being the howling wind and the singing of the drunken sailors at the harbor. The moon was ominous and full in the sky, as if foreshadowing that something was going to happen. Coming to a quiet stop on the rooftop, Hannah's chest rose and fell with her quiet pants as she glanced down below her. When she observed that nobody was around, she swiftly jumped down onto a wagon and pulled herself in. Sifting through the contents, it took only a minute to find what she was looking for: an aristocrat dress. Hannah changed swiftly before placing her hidden blades under her sleeves and hopping out of the wagon. She looked down at her dress and smiled in contentment; she enjoyed dressing up once in a while. The layers of the skirts of the dress were a deep, blue velvet, the hem adorned with white lace. Her bodice was a simple, lined white corset that showed off her hourglass figure. A short navy jacket topped it off, the sleeves coming down to a white lace cuff, and she wore a lace choker necklace around her neck. Hannah swooped her long blonde waves so that they framed both sides of her face, and reached into the wagon to pull out a small hand fan. "Perfect," Hannah purred and made her way to the party.
Gathering up her skirts, she walked up to the door of the manor where the party was being held. Pushing open the rich mahogany door, a man came to her side immediately with a platter of various foods. Hannah politely declined and made her way through the bustling crowd, fanning her face softly. She preteneded to be interested in various works of art lining the ornate walls as she caught snippets of information about her target, who was involved in major trading with a man named Matthias Dunley. Once she had gathered enough information she made her way deeper into the house. Hannah came upon a closed door and knocked upon it softly before opening it. Inside, there was a small gathering of about ten or fifteen men, presumably important figures, and they turned to look at who had opened the door. Hannah adopted a sheepish smile before speaking in a low, sultry voice. "I apologize profusely for my interruption, but I am in need of a man named Mr. Herring? It is business concerning trade with my father, Mr. Dunley." Mr. Herring excused himself and came up to Hannah . "I hope you do not mind if we go somewhere more private to talk business." The man followed Hannah as she lead him upstairs, her hips swaying side to side. She closed the door behind them softly when they got to a vacant room. "And what is your name, miss? Are you sure you're Matthias' daughter, you are far too beautiful for that." Hannah giggled as a blush made its way to her cheeks and she crossed the room over to the man. Hannah played with the lapels of his coat before resting her hands on his chest. "Your words are too kind sir, perhaps you should just stop speaking." Hannah bit her lip before leaning up and placed a kiss on the man's lips, who returned the favor. Hannah inwardly cringed as her hands roamed around the man's body, and while it appeared she was getting sensual, she was actually checking for weapons. Her hands came upon a flintlock pistol, and she removed it with a gasp and a giggle. "We won't be needing this, now will we?" The man nodded and she placed it on the dresser, before tugging Mr. Herring by the collar back to her. She carressed his cheek before her hand came to his neck, and with a flick of the wrist, she plunged the blade deep into his neck. The man gurgled and looked at her in shock, blood pouring from his mouth as he slumped down the wall. Hannah breathed a sigh and fixed her dress before exiting the room. Swiftly weaving through the crowd of guests, Hannah quickly left the house and returned to the wagon, placing all her gear on again. Hannah slipped out of the cart and pulled her hood up, her blonde hair tumbling out of it and a slight smirk on her face. Another successful night for the femme fatale.

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PostSubject: Re: Femme Fatale   Wed Apr 03, 2013 12:40 pm

It was a slient afternoon, as his ship had finally made it to Port. The very place that he needed to inspect, and weed out those Assassin's. It was a beautiful night indeed, but he was far from done now. He was invited to a Party for a Dealer that usually was working with him, telling him what to steal from trades. So he had to dress like a scum bag that held class, it was not his strong suit but his mother use to take him to those type of parties. Wearing a nice blue military uniform and a officers hat. His baggy white pants went well with it, and at least he kept his Katar blade. Where he had made it to the party, early that night.

Looking around with his only good eye, he spotted the players of his board. Most were getting drunk, talking about all the money they have and far worse. He had came to a room with many men, where he had met one of his moles. " Mr. Herring, so good to see you. Do you have the shipments ready for delivery? " He only nodded to Isha and had started to pour himself some wine as the other men were talking. " Come sit, have a drink before you go "

I had only nodded my head and walked to the corner of the room away from them. Watching the door for anyone of interest, until a women had came into the room. She was quite stunning to say the least but what had interested him now. Was that she knew Mr. Herring but he didn't say anything at all. Just stayed quiet for the moment and watched her lead him away from the room. He was such a lustful man......when something had clicked in his mind.

He could not leave him alone with anyone, he had walked out of his chair. And looked around for the two of them, finding that they had went upstairs. Of course there were many rooms, so he had wasted time to find the one they had chosen. Kicking the door open, only to find that he was dead. He had checked the wound, and he punched the wall. " Damn Assassins "

He saw the flintlock on the dresser and picked up. He had rushed around the party to look for her, but it seems that she had gotten away from the party. He had taken the time to burst out the front door, and looked around for any signs. He sticked to the shadows as he went towards each passage way and alley, even the streets. Until he had found someone coming out of a wagon and placed a cloak over there head. Where he had taken aim and fired off his weapon a little too soon, causing his aim to miss and hit the wagon instead. Reloading was such a drag.
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PostSubject: Re: Femme Fatale   Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:40 am

The sound of an iron shot rang through the air and harshly pierced the silence. The wood of the wagon splintered off and fell to the ground, signaling that the bullet had been intended for her. Hannah's head shot up to the source of the gun shot to see a young man wearing navy apparel, and he was reloading a flintlock pistol. For just a second, she debated between staying and fighting, or fleeing. Deciding upon the latter, she seized the moment of his reloading to swiftly turn the opposite way, and sprint down the dark street. Hannah's blonde hair fluttered out from behind her hood, and she abruptly turned into an alleyway and proceeded to climb up a pile of crates, grasping onto a sign on the building and pulling herself on the roof. Hannah rolled onto her haunches before standing up once more and continuing her dead sprint. The adrenaline coursed through her veins and her feet quietly padded against the roof shingles, her lithe form leaping from one rooftop to the next..
After a short while, she dove into a pile of hay and swiftly got out, weaving in between alleyways in attempt to lose her attacker. Even though she felt she had given a good chase, she could tell from the man's apparel that he was highly-ranked in his profession, and that he wouldn't give up so easily. Just as her legs were beginning to feel numb, Hannah dove into a long alleyway. To her immediate regret and dismay, it was a dead end, and the buildings around her ofered no footholds or objects to climb upon. Grudgingly, Hannah flicked her hidden blades out and growled slightly, positioning into a fighting stance as her eyes looked for her opponent.

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PostSubject: Re: Femme Fatale   Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:47 pm

Walking and enjoying the town when sudenly Danilo hears a gun shot , quickly rushed to the nearest building and climbed up , step by step . When Danilo climbed up he saw a girl wearing a hood runing and jumping for her life from house to house being chased about 20 meters apart by a young man looking like a pirate. By the look of those two he tought that templars had something to do with it and then Danilo laid low. Danilo quickly ran to the girl so he can help her out , while runing near them from the distence of 60 meters Danilo was tired but still cept going , his legs felt like they were gonna fall off , he was exhaling quickly and his sweat dripped from his forehead . After the long run he saw the girl with a hood performe a leap of faith and dove in to pile of hay , then Danio noticed and thought to him self "She must be one of the assassins from here, I must help her ...." . While sprinting Danilo took out one of his flintlocks and thought " I dont think this is a good idea to shoot at the templar if i miss he will then attack me and notice me , maybe he is not alone , this can end up bad " , then Danilo put back his flintlock pistol and got an idea . Danilo started to run closer to them . In the distence of 30 meters on the building across the templar Danilo quickly pulled out his flintlock and shot at the stick in front of the templar . Luckly the bullet hit the stick and stick brocke , slowing down the templar . Danilo quickly threw himself down so he whont be noticed . When Danilo fell on the roof he started sliding down . Danilo quickly while on adrenaline grabed on the edge and saved him self from falling down ..... this time .... Danilo quickly climbed down and put his hood on and blended in with the crowd. While Danilo was walking at the path where the girl with a hood whent , he saw that she ran strait in to the dead end . Danilo quickly walked to the dead end and came to the girl and sad "Hurry there is not time to explain the templar will catch you , follow me" .
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PostSubject: Re: Femme Fatale   Sat Dec 05, 2015 11:32 pm

James was freerunning across the rooftops when he saw a fellow assassin running into a dead end. He stopped, leaping into a pile of hay. He exited, brushing himself off. He looked at Danilo speaking to the girl. He was quickly walking toward the man to ask what was going on. He was stopped by a single guard to be arrested. James was notorious for killing a group of templars under British guard disguise a week ago. Noticing that the guard was with no others, he quickly, in one swift motion, pulled his duel wield tomahawks from his hilt, slitting the guards throat with one tomahawk going to the right and another to the left. The guard quickly fell, grunting loudly so that the two in the dead end noticed. When they saw him, he nodded at them both. "What's the problem here?"
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PostSubject: Re: Femme Fatale   Wed Feb 03, 2016 1:40 am

Elias had decided he was going to go on a date with a woman he had just met just a day and a half ago. Elias had dressed up in his casual attire, but still had a hidden blade and his sword with him while he walked the streets. As he was heading to a place to meet his woman, a man dressed in that of a Navy Officer. "Hey watch where you're-" Elias had began to say when he realized that the man had been chasing something. Or maybe someone. Elias was interested and, without second guessing, began to chase the man while staying on the ground. As he was tagging along, he followed the man to an long and dark alleyway where three people had been. The alleyway was obviously a dead end and the Navy Officer stopped in front of them. Watching him closely, I rested my shoulder against the corner of the right wall leading into the alley, making sure nothing went wrong.
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