Daggers in the Dark (Open:Silver Eyes)

[Zaitan]

Isafaro... a more perfect stage could not be asked for, a city which even in the face of its evolutionary peak still managed to succumb to suffering and corruption.
It was in the air, the streets... the people now observed by the mysteriuos figure moving through the very shadows of the seemingly endless rooftops of the darkened metropolis.
His masked visage if only occasionally taking note of the scenery... and in doing so, he could not help but muse to himself how the master himself would judge a place such as this... for how does one judge the inevitability of mortality.
Alas he was offered no more time for such indulgences, as directly below him... the very reason for his presence awaited the azure hooded ajerian.

A dimly lit alley, situated among the higher tiers of the city, far above the filth and vermin filled streets below... the darkened shadows eagerly embracing any who would venture into this subtle locale... and it the midst of it, six figures veiled in darkness and cloaks alike.
To any beholder this may seem an odd gathering at any given time... to Zaitan however, it was much more.... these men held something of great value, something he had been searching for... for a long time, diligently tracked.... leaving a subtle trail of blood and death in his wake... the blood of individuals both innocent and guilty, and adequate price... for a priceless artefact. All of it having lead to this... the moment were he would now claim his prize. Thus he approached, as if becoming the very epitome of subterfuge, the hooded figure drew ever closer. Silently observing the cloaked beings below... until finally.. the Velg'larn leapt for his quarry. Soaring through the air, in mere seconds the shady yet silent meeting of these mysteries individuals had all but evaporated. Flipping himself round mid-air, he used the first of these soon to be dead 'obstacles' to break his fall... now standing atop his fallen foe... his feet resting against the back of his head... the man's face, flattened against the ground itself... having shattered the very concrete below them on impact.

The second came at him....

Blade in hand, he swung for the azure hooded assassin... a flawless strike, leaving no delusions to the contrary.. these were trained professionals.... alas, it would not be enough. A mere step to the side dodged the blow seeking to cleave him in two, quickly spinning about as the blade struck the cloaked assailants partner in this their shadowy exchange, driving it further into the body with a swift downward kick to the blade... following suit... using the blade as a stepping stone.. the velg'larn thus launched his free leg directly against the neck of his second foe... snapping it instantly at the moment he leapt off of the blade... as he now flew through the air, an angel of death made manifest in these dark corners of the city.

Then came the third....

His momentum was carried through flawlessly, in truth it was unclear whether the group was yet aware of the actuality of the situation... so fluent and fast were the movements of this masked devil... a speed seemingly surpassed only by the technique of each of his executions.
Another strike came, the third seemingly gripped by panic as one of the few to fully grasp the situation.... sloppy... predictable, foolish. The assassin easily slipping under his clumsy assault, only to seal the fate of his victim. Seizing hold of the very arm lunging for him, twisting it round behind him... finishing this graceful spin with a single delicate thrust to the joint of his elbow.... the bone broke instantly... alas.. he would not have to suffer for long.

The forth made his move...

Reaching below his cloak, the forth seemingly managed to grasp just enough time to pull out high powered pistol, rounds which even in the midst of battle the velg'larn could easily tell were no ordinary projectiles. A shot was fired... an another... and a third, an ironic number to be sure... three bullets to cover the now dead members of his little 'gathering,' as the third was pulled directly into the line of fire... effortlessly pushed onward towards the gun as a human shield, shredding the body with every round... finally tossing it forward to throw the forth off guard... using the momentum of the gunman's distraction, the weapon was seized in his very hand by the dreaded assassin, breaking his hand with the very gun still twisting round his broken fingers.. .turning it against his face in one swift fluent motion.. the trigger was pulled... blowing his face clean off.

Then came the fifth...

The assault thus continued unabated as he befell the fifth of his targets... having not even registered the azure coated assassin due to the sheer extent of his speed, his legs were swept away from under him... following through with his swift spin... the body of his target hovering aimlessly in mid air, the velg'larn finally unleashed the Shard of Umbra with but a single flick of the wrist.... the hidden blade already extending long before he swept his opponent off their feet was now brought forth at last... slicing the head of his airborne foe clean off by the neck. The graceful form of the assassin spinning round continuously now reached its apex, as he kicked down onto the still airborne body of his foe, forcefully.. deliberately... launching himself forward to his final prey...

The sixth....

Even amidst the fast paced event having unfolded before the very eyes of the apparent leader of this now dead band of thieves might not have even dawned on him based by the brief glimpse the assassin caught from his eyes beneath his cowl of shadow, either way... that fear... was now a fact.
The swift leap of the hooded one had reached its end.... the black blade of the Umbra now lodged in the neck of his foe, suckling upon the lifeblood of its victim was the final testament to the slaughter... and as he kneeled down over his dead foe... the fulcrum of this display of martial prowess finally became clear. Save the first of his victims... only now did the rest of the bodies fall to the ground... each of them.. dead before they hit the ground.

So much death.... and yet the reason... that little elusive reason still remaining but a mystery, to all but the one now clutching within his hands a dark piece of metal pulled from the inner pockets of his final prey... pulsing ominously with a dim glow... and in the eerie light of this his apparent prize, the only sound filling the cold dark alleyways was the sound of the masked assassin... offering this... his butchered quarry what could only be their epitaph.

'Ragar l' gre'as'anto wun elghinn, nindel dos gumash naut wun dro...'

[Silver Eyes]

If there was one thing she had to learn fast it was to improve her methods of staying out of trouble. This was a much stricter city than Hallowton and one simple slip-up could land her in a world of conflicts from the locals. Living in the physical world was much more difficult than she had imagined, and adjusting to this particular life wasn't an easy feat for her. In Paradise, it was only a matter of keeping things a secret and not putting them in practice; she was thrown from the frying pan and straight into a forest fire. With the knowledge present, she had to start putting experience into it. Her aura suppression had become a success with practice, as has casting a simple illusion to make her look like one of the locals, but she still had to exercise extreme caution. Who knows what sort of supernatural creatures could be lurking in this city?

Masking her using her power to sharpening her senses was easy to hide. She could detect a weak, dying citizen and easily take what she needed within reason. If she took too much, it would be suspicious, and if she took too little, she'd have to attack someone else. How far have the mighty fallen to require sustenance from the weak in order to avoid those much stronger than herself. The thought left her clenching her fists and gritting her teeth in frustration.

Her disguise was simple, and she took great care to make sure she didn't stand out. Her black hair was now a dark shade of blond, longer, and curled at the ends; her eyes were green; her skin gained a dark peach tone; and she wore neutral colors to help her further blend into the crowds. No one would really take the time to notice and that's just how she wanted it. The improvement within this area of her abilities helped to mend her severely torn pride, but it increased her paranoia. Feeling exhaustion and hunger on an almost daily basis wasn't a healthy way to live.

On this night, she decided to go for a stroll to help clear her head. She already fed, was cautious about it, and there was an hour and ten minutes before curfew would be in affect. Then she'll return home, plan out her next day, and try to find other means to learn using her powers in this world. Those plans were thrown to the wind when it carried something to her: the smell of blood. Elizabeth stopped, tilted her head back, took in a few more sniffs, and figured out where it was coming from. Had this been a not-so-advanced city, she would have let her seals open enough to get there the quick way, but that would have given her away. Who knows who could be watching?

Silver followed the trail, curiosity taking the wheel, and after a bit of a hike through the city, she found the source: it was a slaughter. Six men were all lying in pools of blood around a single figure who appeared to be fixed onto something. He muttered words she didn't understand.

Seriously? Really? I get away from that fucking city and find another threat?

She quickly ducked away from the alley and pressed herself against the wall. God, what now? If she sneaked away, she may get lucky, but he looked like he was experienced. He may already know she's there. Oh, fuck me...

[Ira]

Lights around the corner flickered and a giggling fit could be heard shortly after. However, it stopped abruptly. "NO!" Hexadecimal's voice carried down the street as the lights at the cross-walk itself she was near began to glow brighter before suddenly going dark, triggering a reaction down the rest of the street.

Her metal claws slowly retracted from the cross walk sign. Red eyes remained fixed on the black sign, sharp teeth displayed on her mask in her rage at the sign. It counted down. That was all it did. It counted. SHE HATED COUNT DOWNS!

'Daemon.'

It was the only thing it reminded her of.

However, red eyes returned to green in a blink. A simple pleasant smile returned to the mask. She was off in her own thoughts again. And no matter. Black outs were always fun in Mainframe, why would this place be any different? Sure, it had its oddities, but things still seemed to function the same. There were just a lot more sprites than usual.

And there was another one there. Hexadecimal approached the vampire though leaned her head over to examine what it was the woman had ducked down and away from. A bunch of sprites seemingly facing deletion! "Oh~!" Hexadecimal's face shifted in a split second to be one of surprise, with her hands framing her face. "Deletion at its finest, wouldn't you say?" She asked, looking towards the vampire she stood near.

[Silver Eyes]

"AAAH!" Where did she come from?! Oh, yes, the perks of being rendered nearly human by seals and disguises were really starting to show. Elizabeth gave that...freaky looking woman a very, very awkwardly forced smile. Yes, just her luck. Just her rotten luck. When she finally started adjusting to keeping herself out of trouble until she could figure things out, she runs right into it. Note to self: avoid the smell of blood and don't satisfy your curiosity from now on.

"Yeah, uh, sure. Deletion at its finest."

She tucked locks of her blonde hair behind her pierced ear and started to walk away as if though nothing had happened. Please let me walk away, please let me walk away, please let me walk away.