The Hunt is on (Open to all)

A soft breeze blew through New York as the sun rose on the horizon. The shimmering golden light stretched into the window and kissed Alphonse's skin with a soft, warm tingle. He sat at his desk, tinkering with his latest invention; a small, portable smoke bomb. The Assassins implemented smoke bombs in the past but Alphonse sought to improve on them for his own use. Today he would test his prototype while hunting for a local Templar. He had caught word that a Templar from Boston was visiting the city and he'd taken it upon himself to rid the world of him.

Alphonse rose from his desk, reaching for a note. An Assassin scout had left him a piece of parchment that entailed crucial information on the location of his Templar target. He was reportedly operating out of a local inn; much like Alphonse himself. Alphonse put on his hidden blade before donning his usual outfit. First, he put on his white pants and waistcoat. His blue overcoat came next as well as his red shoulder cape; his most distinguishable clothing piece. Lastly, he stepped into his black leather boots, slipped on his white gloves and finished off his outfit with his black tricorne hat. Alphonse walked over to the make-shift weapon rack that he had fabricated and picked up his hatchet. He gave it a few swings before spinning it in his hand and placing it in the holster on the left side of his belt. He opened the small pouch on his belt. and dropped in a couple of his prototype smoke bombs. He activated his hidden blade to make sure it worked properly before deactivating it. As Ready as I'll ever be, Alphonse thought as he left the room. He locked it behind him before walking down the the stairs and out the inn.

After traveling the the Templar hideout, Alphonse surveyed the area for any suspicious activity. He noticed two shady gentlemen conversing quietly with each other. He decided to get closer and investigate. He swiftly began to move towards them, trying not to draw any attention. When he got within earshot, he sat on a bench and listened.

Victor Casually walked towards the two templars. he then surveyed his surroundings.
Alphonse caught his eye. He slowly, and nonchalantly walked towards him. he whispered.
"Hey, Assassin? What are you doing?"

As Alphonse was listening, he was disrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. He looked up to see a mysterious man standing in front of him. He looked over his new "acquaintance", taking in every detail. The man was obviously an Assassin and his trademark hood proclaimed it to the world. The green was a nice touch though; most assassins wore white hooded outfits. Alphonse's eyes rested on the man's face as he took a mental picture. He pondered on how the man knew he was an Assassin also; Alphonse didn't wear a hood or the classic symbol of the Assassins. The only exception was the Assassin Amulet necklace which rested around his neck and under his shirt. He quickly reached up and grabbed the man, pulling him down onto the bench. "You draw too much attention to yourself," Alphonse quickly responded as he looked back towards the two men; they were gone. "Merde," Alphonse cursed in French as he scanned the area again.

After a few moments, he turned back towards his fellow assassin. "If you must know, I'm hunting a Templar," Alphonse added in a hushed tone. He looked around again and saw a glimpse of one of the men entering an inn. He hopped up from the bench and began to walk toward the building.

Victor Nodded.
"Right."
He quickly caught up witht he man, and whispred
"Ein Templar in New York ? Verdammt, wie ein Lauffeuer Ihr !"

Alphonse was confused when he heard what sounded like German. He looked over his shoulder and responded quietly, " I do not understand your native language well. I'm French you see." He turned back towards the building and noticed the alley running down the side. He stepped into the alley and looked up. There was an open window up above. Alphonse tightened his gloves before jumping up and grabbing a loose brick. He scaled up the wall, reaching the window. Alphonse quickly pulled himself up into the window and looked down over the crowd below. No one noticed him up above them so he hopped into the rafters. He steadied himself atop one of them and waited for the other assassin. As he waited, he watched suspicious people down below.

"Right then."
Victor Climbed up the wall, rather quickly, before Running, and stabbing a guard on a nearby platform.
"Sorry, force of habit."

(((Can I join?)))))

Charles was walking down the streets of New York. While he was fulfilling his mission, he could afford some free time, no? Charles heard Victor was going to New York for reason that were still unknown to him. He knew New York was a nice place, so he could go visit the city and pay a visit to Victor. As he was noticing the building, that were very different from the ones that he remebered from his beloved Paris, he saw 2 figures on the rooftops. He took a closer look and one of them was Victor! He saw him taking down a guard "Well done, Victor" he thought. He climbed up  to the rooftop. "Hello Victor, need a hand?"

Victor smiles, happy that he knows that someone he knows will be able to help.
"Sure. We're taking out a templar."
Victor jumped to the platform, and parokured down the wall, before hiding in the shadows.