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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 13:07:26 GMT
September 29th 2017
Warsaw, Poland
20:35
It was finally time to work alongside another lady of the Shadow Squad. Safira had been granted the chance beforehand to work with the others; Rose, Jinx, Nightshade. It left Blackfire as the final name on said list. It intrigued Safira in meeting them all. Rose not so much, but that was because meeting her was nothing new. She had wrked with the Wilsons’ before. But the rest were of interest because they were so different. She had never met an alien princess before.
Tonight would be an opportunity for that but there was work to be done as well. Luthor wanted a piece of technology for himself, and the one in possession of said technology was to be holding a function of some sort with friends and investors. It so happened that someone Ra’s wanted cut off would be attending as well. With it being such a high class event, it meant that the part needed to be played correctly. Luthor had made moves to assure of this, such as granting them entry onto the guest list as well as whatever else they could need to appear the part. It was an event that had begun some time ago and of course; there was no need to arrive at such an absolute time. It really wouldn’t have fit Safira’s own personal style to arrive so early. Luthor had put in place the means of transportation in which the girls would find themselves now, a limousine with one of Luthor’s men driving them towards where the event was being held. Safira would argue that she could have gotten them there in a flash, but she wasn’t in a position to argue… and a bright pink portal was hardly subtle.
Safira sat towards the back of the limousine and she was looking different from usual. It was a far cry from what she was used to or felt more comfortable in. Her dark raven hair didn’t flow down onto her shoulders, instead done up into a loose bun. Her usual dark colored and skin tight attire of the League of Shadows had been replaced instead with a short red dress. It seemed like the dress code for a lot of Shadow Squad business so far. It irked Safira a little, more out of a fondness for her hood. She was so used to it at the very least being there. But if this is what was asked of her, then so be it.
Safira had her eyes peered down to a dossier in her hands. She had been flicking through it for some time. It was filled with pictures of the given target from Ra’s and any other important information of note. He was a distributor of firearms from the Ukraine, supplying arm for Ukraine’s neighbouring countries. It was said that some of the men on his payroll would be at the function tonight acting as security. It could be problematic. But in Safira’s head this would be a simple; find him, kill him, extract. It was never that simple…
Discarding the dossier onto the empty seat beside her, Safira peered up and over towards the alien princess. She gave her a look over, with a light smirk then forming on her lips. ”So… you ready for tonight… Komand’r?”. She asked. In truth Safira really didn’t know much about the princess. But in many ways that was the third objective for tonight; to learn about her comrade. ”Figured out what name you want to go by, hmm?”. Safira had a name picked out for herself. It was more of her go-to name when unable to use ‘Safira’. |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 19, 2015 5:00:08 GMT
The glitz and glam that humans loved to surround themselves with amused Komand’r. Coming from royalty she was used to higher class occasions, but there was a difference between Earth and Tamaranian luxury. On her planet, the luxury her people might enjoy came from honor, in this world it sprung from greed. Most of the missions she had been a part of were similar in this aspect. All the people that the Light wanted eliminated tended to be components in a large game of who could control what, and how much their status would rise because of it. While she understood the feeling of victory, she could only roll her eyes on these types of missions. Tamaran had its own greed, sure, and plenty of its customs, but none had such a lack of taste.
Nonetheless, Blackfire found these missions to be entertaining at the very least. Posing as someone else made the job more interesting, and she enjoyed pulling the metaphorical rug out from her enemies’ feet when it came time to complete the task. She didn’t normally enjoy being underestimated, but fooling other people was too much fun for her to take offense to it. Kom found this assignment to be one of her more attention grabbing missions, since she was finally working with a new partner after doing a string of jobs by herself. She had yet to work alongside Safira, which added to the night’s possibilities. Kom wasn’t usually curious about her team members, but the assassin was a bit of a different story.
Blackfire sat in the limousine across from her partner, hands resting one on top of the other in her lap as she gazed out the window. Like Safira she was dressed for the occasion. Her hair was curled and pulled over to one shoulder, and she wore a dress of a deep violet color. While they were supposed to blend into the crowd, Kom was never quite sure how that would work in her case. With her unusual appearance, compared to Earth standards, she expected to draw attention no matter where she was sent. But so far her under cover missions had gone on without much trouble; whatever the Light saw in her for these jobs seemed to be working out well.
She turned her attention to Safira as she spoke; they hadn’t really talked too much on their way, both had seemed absorbed in their own thoughts. She raised her eyebrows slightly at the use of her real name; Blackfire tended to be the more popular one that humans called her, those that new of her two common names. “It’s only right that the predators be more ready than their prey.”
Her lips slid into her own smirk at her words, and she tipped her head slightly. “Humans and their obsession with names…I will never understand that.”
What she did understand was that Safira was a loyal follower to Ra’s al Ghul, also known as the Demon’s Head. When Kom had found out she had been partnered with Safira on this job, it had sparked her interest in getting to know this woman. It was very apparent that the assassin was dedicated to her master, and that loyalty was something Komand’r admired, and that helped to place Safira in good standing with Kom’s first impression. People that indebted to their rulers were curious beings…and ones Komand’r liked to get to know.
Kom nodded anyways to answer Safira’s question. “I have a few in mind. Tonight I am thinking that Jade will suffice, unless that is a name that will raise suspicion.”
Human names were so different from hers that Kom liked to change it whenever a façade was needed. She raised an eyebrow to Safira, “Have you decided on yours?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 11:37:24 GMT
Safira perhaps would have used Blackfire instead. But she was sort of in the know, given the information that Ra’s had at his disposal. Safira was clued in somewhat, and thought it best to apply the personal touch. She figured it would be when the alien princess starts blasting bodies that the name Blackfire would fit best. ”You can learn a lot from someone’s name”. Safira responded back with as a pleasant smile found its way across her lips. In Latin, Safira meant traveller. It told a lot about her without saying much at all. League names seemed to have that at least.
”Jade’s a good name”. She went on to say with an added nod of the head. ”One of the best assassin’s I know”. In that she was referring to Cheshire, a close friend. It bothered Safira a fair bit that the assassin had decided to play Mom. It was so rare that she came out to play anymore. A mission such as the one ahead of them would be exactly something Cheshire could have fun with.
With creating a façade, Safira had developed herself a small pool of names that she chose from. It was easier that way to keep track of who knew her by which name. Some were more creative than others of course. ”Hmm, think so”. She said, tilting her head to the side slightly as she reached into said pool of names. ”Quinn”. She nodded. It seemed fairly meaningless, but it was a name that held some meaning to her.
”We’re pulling in now, Ladies”. It was the voice of the driver over the intercom system. It was almost show time and that had Safira excited. She had turned to glance through the darkened panel of glass through to the driver and seen the limousine begin to pull up the path towards the luxurious home in which was playing host tonight. She turned away back towards Kom with that same smile from before. ”Almost show time”. She mused. ”You must be used to these events, huh?”. It was a princess type thing, right? Least Safira thought as much. |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 20, 2015 0:00:32 GMT
“I was unaware of that,” Komand’r replied honestly. If she had known that Safira was acquainted with someone who took that name, she would have chosen another. But it seemed to work in her favor; it sounded like Safira had a closer relationship with this other assassin. Humans clung to names unlike Tamaranians, but that didn’t lessen their weight. Coming from a war planet, Kom understood the importance of taking a battle in someone’s name. Although this wasn’t a full scale war, Kom felt the rules she’d been raised upon still held true. “I’ll try to do it justice.”
She nodded at Safira’s chosen name, “Short and uncomplicated. I like the sound of it.” Simple and few syllables seemed to be the common trend with human names, the ones she’d heard so far.
The driver’s announcement caused Blackfire to sit up, ready to get to work. Being held up for so long in a vehicle wasn’t her favorite aspect of acting like a part of the human race. She would have preferred to fly the entire way there and get her feet off the ground, it always helped to clear her mind before carrying out her orders. That, however, would have posed quite a few problems, and to play the part she had to act as human as she could.
Kom looked to Safira and then glanced to the house, “To a point,” Blackfire answered, turning her attention back to the assassin. “Where I come from, the people who attend aren’t so greed stricken. They would not make such fools of themselves just for having wealth.”
Even though she’d struggled with the displeasure of her people towards her, grand occasions were gave her a little relief. Everyone tended to be at ease, and the dark attention they usually had on the princess wasn’t as blaringly obvious. Kom had always loved a party too. She gave a slight smirk, “But they operate the same way. All there is to it is to be pretty and keep your head high, and that won’t be hard for us.”
Kom had plenty of practice to be fluent in these events. “Are you a fan of these occasions? It doesn’t seem like an assassin’s League would have many.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 10:35:26 GMT
Safira had some practice with events like these, although that was unwanted practice. It was the type of functions these were and the people that attended. She was a far cry from being anything like them, and to mingle with them made her cringe. ”Not really”. She said in turn as she shrugged her shoulders a little bit. ”But sometimes they need to be attended; to send a message or for a display of strength”. She said adding a nod.
”If it were up to me we would already be back at the club”. Safira said with a light smirk. It was more on Luthor as to why they needed to go to all this trouble. He needed something being stored inside somewhere, likely under lock and key. If it weren’t for that then Safira would opt for the method of; arrive, kill, leave - simple but effective. ”We usually operate in the shadows, the darkest corners with the best views. We don’t come out without good reason”. It appeared odd to some when Safira referred to the League of Shadows as ‘we’. But she always did it because she found herself compelled to use that terminology. It was a passive way of showing her loyalty to the League and to the Demon Head. She wasn’t in the Shadow Squad for her own gain, that much was obvious.
It was then that the slow moving limousine would come to a halt as it pulled up. It was only a short walk from here to the front entrance. Seconds past and then the driver opened the door nearest the entrance. ”Ladies first”. Safira said, gesturing for Kom to take point. |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 23, 2015 1:58:57 GMT
Blackfire regarded Safira curiously as the woman spoke, though her expression was nothing but a calm, attentive gaze. Then a slow smile came onto Kom’s face, and the alien princess replied, “A high boast to make for such an unknown group. But your pride is warranted here.”
Kom understood the way she spoke, and how Safira referred to the entire League as one. It didn’t surprise her, no, it only proved what Kom had originally thought of the assassin. She was a loyal and devoted to Ra’s and his cause, and clearly wasn’t a part of the Squad for her own gain. It seemed like there was nothing Safira wanted except to obey Ra’s al Ghul, and that was an admirable trait that Komand’r took notice of and kept in the back of her mind.
When the limousine finally stopped, Komand’r was ready to finally get going. She stepped out first at Safira’s request, standing tall once she straightened. Kom had to resist the urge to stretch or take flight to rid herself of the stiffness the ride had caused her. Instead she looked up at the home that where the gathering was being held. It was a wealthy home, huge and brightly lit from the outside. Impressive compared to some of the other places she’d been assigned missions, but inside she expected the same scene as always.
With that in mind Komand’r made her way to the door. Just as Luthor had made certain of, there was no question of her entering the event, and Kom smirked slightly as she made her way into the house. It was loud, plenty of people inside conversing, women flashing jewelry and fake laughter echoing off the walls. Men spoke in small huddles with one another, some with clear snobbish attitudes. Although she was technically of high class, the alien didn’t think she acted as ridiculous as the people she’d witnessed at these events. Kom had to resist rolling her eyes at the atmosphere as she glanced around casually, staying off to the side of the room and gazing in on the action. She wasn’t sure who Safira was here for, and it would be quite unfortunate for them when the assassin delivered the news.
“As over the top as always,” Kom muttered under her breath. Nothing she wasn't used to, but that didn't change her opinion. Looking to her companion from the corner of her eye and she asked quietly,“Recognize your ‘friend’ anywhere?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 18:16:41 GMT
”It’s known to those that need to know”. Safira said nodding to her reply. ”It’s always been there, lurking in the shadows and shaping our civilization for centuries”. It was perhaps the shortest history lesson ever given and quite lacking in detail. But it made the point that Safira wished to make. It was bigger than one individual, and that is how the Light seemed to wish to operate - something that would come to some easier than others.
Once Kom had departed the limousine then Safira would follow suit after her. It wasn’t the most comforting of rides at all, but not to the point that Safira had an immediate problem with it. She stood up straight and maybe only stretched her shoulders out a little bit before catching up from behind to match Kom’s pace. It was a luxurious house that clearly displayed its grandeur in all facets. It was business as usual inside. Crowds of people dispersed into smaller groups, you could tell who wanted to be there from who needed to be there, and also who didn’t wish to be there – Safira included in the latter. Safira stuck close to her comrade as they entered, moving through the busy home that played host.
”Bet you love it, really”. Safira remarked with a small grin almost in whisper as she caught the mumbled words of the alien princess. ”Not yet, Jade”. She replied back with at the question. In truth she was yet to begin scanning for the target, her eyes had been fluttering around the room simply taking in the given surroundings. ”Guess we should go mingle – I’ll keep you posted”. Safira said again in a hushed tone than normal. It was then that she reached for a glass of champagne on the tray of a waiter who passed by. She drank a small sip before walking away from Kom and into the crowds; recon time. |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 24, 2015 4:24:00 GMT
A small smile slid onto Kom’s face at Safira’s remark; she wasn’t boring company that was for sure. Blackfire nodded as her partner walked off into the crowd, separating from the alien. Although Kom wasn’t eager to associate with the attendees, it was a part of remaining undercover and keeping suspicions low. And if Safira was able to play the act, then Kom couldn’t do anything less. The princess waited until Safira was gone from her sight, letting her gaze travel around the room before walking along the outside of the large group of talkative guests. She listened in on pieces of conversation as she passed by, amazed at the type of gossip that captured their attention. They all were impressed by the same material objects, the same blackmail onto another person.
Knowing that she couldn’t avoid working just from the sidelines, Kom moved into the main huddle. She walked around slowly, and although there were many people present she was able to move rather easily. Unsurprisingly people had noticed her; she could feel their gazes as she entered the crowd. Since all the lights were on it was hard to hide in the shadows, and her foreign appearance granted plenty of whispers towards the alien. The glances and comments didn’t bother Kom though, being far too used to such actions to be offended.
Still, their attitudes were laughable. These people wouldn’t know high class if it hit them in the face. Perhaps they could play the game, but Kom knew the game, and could play the part better than any of them. As she moved through the group she proceeded to converse lightly with some of the guests, most having spoken to her first. Kom replied with simple answers, pretending that they had her full focus when really she was surveying the room. There were a few doors, plenty of exits by either doorway or window. Of course, there was also Safira’s teleportation abilities. But exits were the final phase of the mission; first she needed to find the technology Luther needed.
Blackfire turned slightly and saw a familiar face from the corner of her eye; a man who she’d been briefed on before leaving for the mission. He was the owner of the house, and the one in possession of Luthor’s desired tech. It was a little early yet to make a move, and approaching him didn’t seem like a good call. She’d identified his presence at least, and that was an important start. Blackfire ended the conversation she was having with an investor and walked casually around, spying Safira a ways away. With distance between the man and Blackfire, the alien struck up a conversation with another guest, her back to Safira and an even amount of space between the two. Far enough so that they could keep up their own little charades, and close enough that if the assassin needed to speak with her then Blackfire was easy to find.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 16:16:31 GMT
It had come to searching through the exhaustive amount of people in attendance for the given target. It was made harder due to the fact that the pictures she had studied did not depict the man in such formal attire. It put an extra focus of scanning the faces of those that passed her by, instead looking for distinct features that would be present no matter the dress code. Once he was found she could get to work of deciding how exactly to go about terminating his status among the living. Ideally she wished to appear and disappear in a flash, slitting his throat without so much as being caught by the gaze of a bystander. But that wasn’t an option, or at least not yet. It depended upon what would come first; the stolen tech or the target’s demise.
With the glass of champagne in hand she lifted it again and this time drank a larger sip of the contents before placing it down on the tray of a waiter as he walked passed on his way back to the bar with a lot of other empty glasses. The assassin found herself coming to a halt at that point, in the middle of the large bustling crowd of people. Ever so faintly did she bite down on her lower lip, fixing her glance around the room as she scanned for the face of the given target. She couldn’t see him yet and so moved on through the people, ignoring those who attempted to engage her in conversation or anything else.
It was rather rude of her to some extent but then she really didn’t care for becoming friends with any of those in attendance tonight – nor had she come across any female attendees she wished to bump uglies with as it were. Safira moved to another part of the room, and as she pretended to engage one of the guests with the occasional nod as if she were listening. Her real focus belonged to the man shaking hands with the host of the party tonight. Her eyes fluttered in boredom across the crowd, finding Kom. She would faintly nod towards the target before turning towards the man talking to her. She exchanged a few words before breaking away as her target moved across the room.
She needed to learn a couple things first. It was his men operating as security tonight. A plan needed to be delicate, as each objective for tonight could directly affect the other. Nothing was simple, ever. |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 26, 2015 22:12:26 GMT
Safira’s faint nod was all that Kom needed to see in order to understand. As the assassin moved to follow her target, Kom casually turned to speak with a woman, catching a glimpse of the man. He walked away before Blackfire could catch any more but his profile, however it would work for now. Safira was on the move, and Kom knew the assassin was doing what she needed so that their mission would go as they needed it to, without too many hitches in the process.
As for Komand’r, the alien had her own investigating to do. Continuing her light conversation with various individuals, Kom made her way around the room and observed the area. She spied a few hallways, long and with multiple doors down each. But if this man was in possession of highly desired tech, it wouldn’t just be sitting behind a plain wooden door. It would be locked away, hidden, and Kom needed a direction to start. Komand’r was about to break off from the crowd when a light ringing caught her attention, as well as the rest of the crowd’s eyes. Everyone turned as the host centered himself in the crowd and spoke, “Thank you all for attending tonight. As promised, the presentation will begin in ten minutes, so make yourselves comfortable.”
Unable to continue searching without it being noticeable, Kom remained in the crowd. At least she’d get a good look at this tech, but she wasn’t sure how this would affect Safira’s goal. People would be taking their seats soon, ready to see this hyped up technology; she could see the investors practically pouncing for seats up front. Kom knew that Safira and her couldn’t act unless they came up with a plan, which hadn’t been decided upon yet. But there was no sense in rushing; every step was an important one.
Kom took a drink from a waiter, holding it as she watched the people resume their conversation and slowly make their way to their chosen seats. Some remained standing, opting to wait until a few minutes before the show began to take their places. Kom didn’t plan on taking any good seats, however. When no one was looking she downed her drink all at once—not like it gave her a buzz anyway— and then made her way towards the back of the seating arrangements, passing off the empty glass as she went. She chose a spot a little ways away from the seating and stood there, waiting to see where Safira had gone, and if the woman would come and join her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2015 10:48:58 GMT
Safira did not follow her target for all that long. She tailed him for as long as she could while remaining as inconspicuous as possible as she mingled with the few that passed her by. But before long did the target seem to stop and talk with some of his security personnel before they retreated elsewhere; likely in preparation for the presentation that was on the way. It saw Safira retreat herself, returning to the more populated area in which the party had been taking place. It wasn’t at all hard to pick out Kom from the crowd.
”Enjoying yourself?”. Safira said in a rather soft voice as she seemingly came out of nowhere to join Kom where she had been standing. It was perhaps one of the more unfortunate habits that Safira possessed; disappearing without a trace, and then appearing again with little more of one. But she smiled, then shooting a glance over the seating area as the high class began to filter into the seating area like sheep.
”I suppose we should pick a course of action?”. Safira said, more of a question as she turned her gaze back towards the alien princess. One objective was going to influence the other in some way. It was a matter of deciding which way round. Safira believed it would be better to deal with the tech first - it was the more trickier of the two. ”What are you feeling? Putting on a show… or biding our time, hmm?”. Admittedly Safira sort of wanted to see what the princess was capable of and that seemed to lend itself more to putting on a show. Least amongst the chaos Safira could sweep in, eliminate the target and retrieve the tech before a timely return to the Dark Side Club. |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 28, 2015 0:12:52 GMT
Kom wasn’t one to jump, but she was slightly unnerved by Safira suddenly appearing beside her. The girl seemed to be an expert in catching others off guard. But Blackfire didn’t really mind, it was the way Safira had been taught, and it helped that she could be so quiet in the field. At the question Kom gave a slight smile as she watched the guests take their seats. “Fooling the minds of the unsuspecting is always something to enjoy.”
But that wasn’t the highlight of the game. The best part was when the guise came off, and then everyone realized that they’d been played like puppets, with Kom pulling the strings. It was always more fun with other people involved to help make the game even more believable, so having Safira on the mission heightened the entertainment factor. Blackfire turned to her partner and nodded at her next question. With only a minimum amount of time before the presentation started, Kom figured making a plan now would be the favorable choice.
”What are you feeling? Putting on a show… or biding our time, hmm?”
A devious smirk slid onto Blackfire’s face as she looked to the crowd. “This party could use a little livening up, don’t you think?”
Kom's eyes travelled over the settling crowd and then she nodded at her thoughts. “Let’s introduce them to how the Squad has their fun. Then we can take what is ours to keep.”
She was an alien that could shoot energy from her hands and eyes, and Safira was an assassin that could also teleport at will to anywhere. Waiting for a chance seemed like the boring option to take when they were perfectly capable of getting out of this alive and well. If they really wanted to they could take the whole place down, so acting stealthy wasn’t necessary. Kom glanced around the room, her eyes holding onto one of the chandeliers, and she looked back to Safira with a soft grin, “What’s a party without fireworks?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:04:05 GMT
”We could probably do without that meathead clobbering everything”. Safira said in reference to Match. Sometimes you needed a little style, and unfortunately that doesn’t come with slamming fists aimlessly into anything. Safira’s eyes followed after Kom’s as she glanced towards the chandeliers that hung above the gathering crowd and likely the presentation too. At Kom’s words a smile formed across the lips of the assassin, turning her gaze back towards the alien. ”What’re you waiting for, princess?”. She asked with that smile turning into more of a smirk, then looking away.
Her focus was snatched away by the returning sight of her target entering the room with a detail of security personnel that fanned out around the room. He would share a few words with the host before standing off to one side as he became one of the spectators. It seemed all was in place. Talking amongst the crowd simmered down into a few odd whispers as attention was put on the host who stood front and centre, about ready to begin his presentation of sorts |
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Post by Blackfire on Dec 29, 2015 23:42:50 GMT
The most opportune moment was what Kom was waiting on; an entrance could only be done once. Eyes on the host, Kom watched as a case was placed on a table beside the man by an assistant. It wasn’t all that large, and looked as though it only provided protection for what was inside the case. The type of tech she wasn’t sure about, but at least it was there and in plain sight. As the host began the usual bragging of how his tech would change the world and such, Komand’r took in the places of the security. They’d formed around the room so that every inch of the presentation was looked over, but their weapons were not prepared to deal with an alien. Blackfire, however, was very prepared to deal with them.
Finally after the introduction had ceased, Komand’r moved away from Safira and closer to the crowd, acting as though she wanted a better view. The host reached his hand over as his assistant was about to open the case and reveal the tech to the crowd. This, Kom decided, was the chance she needed. She stepped out from the back of the spectators, walking forwards at a casual pace, “If I may interrupt, gentlemen. I’m afraid that your reveal has come off as a bore.”
She could see the eyebrows of the guests raise, and the rather large number of people she had briefly conversed with had surprised smiles on their faces. Kom had managed to charm them, and that worked now as security saw the crowd’s recognition. They didn’t move to attack her, rather lowered their weapons and glanced among one another in uncertainty, unsure of whether to take her down or let her continue. Blackfire smiled to herself as she walked further, “I’m certain that this is a very exciting piece that you have to show everyone, but I’m falling asleep listening.”
A light chuckle from a few, some curious whispers; they all reached Kom’s ears as she stopped a few feet in front of the host, her back to the guests. Komand’r paused, her eyes locking on the host as she continued, “What this presentation needs…”
The dark smirk crossed Blackfire’s face, “…is a little spark.”
On the last word the alien’s violet eyes began to glow. The same violet color energy formed in her hand, and Komand’r spun around, still half turned the host, throwing the bolt of energy into the chandelier that dangled over the crowd. Its bright lights exploded, wires crackling with electricity as it burst into the air. Shattered glass began to rain down upon the guests as golden and white sparks shot out in multiple directions, encompassing what had once been the chandelier falling from the ceiling as well. Screaming ensued from the terrified crowd, and Kom smirked again as security shielded their eyes from the brightness the blast had caused before she looked back to the host.
The assistant bolted away, not bothering to test his luck with Blackfire. With that nuisance gone Kom stepped forwards as the host ran towards her, attempting to throw a punch. Simply catching it in her grasp, Kom twisted until there was a cracking sound and the host yelled in pain. She then grabbed the host by his collar, lifting him off of his feet. Any security that had their weapons aimed at her faltered, as the man was like a shield—one that she didn’t need. Blackfire sighed at the host dangling in her grasp, though the smile she wore was anything but exasperated. “There’s no need to be so uptight. Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”
With that Kom threw the man across the room, sending him crashing into a few of the security personnel. Hands now free, Blackfire brought energy to both of them and threw her hands out at her sides as two of the security men ran at her. Both were shocked by the energy and thrown backwards into the walls of the house, leaving cracks where they hit. After that she sent another violet bolt towards the chandelier in the back of the crowd, stopping anyone in their tracks that attempted to rush her. Blackfire watched the scene in front of her, energy flickering in her open palms. Security was still buzzing around, she hadn’t taken out all of them of course, but their eyes were on her and that was the goal. If Safira hadn’t made her move yet, she had plenty of distractions to aide her now.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 15:19:24 GMT
Safira kept her eyes trained on the alien princess as she moved away towards the crowd. It was clear to note that Komand’r had earned the full attention of the room and with that it proved an opportune moment for the assassin. Safira dissipated from where she once to leave behind a scarce amount of pinkly refined smoke that fluttered in the space she vacated. No-one would note her disappearance with the ongoing dialogue that Komand’r directed at the host this evening, and that would prove fruitful.
It was amidst the chaos that Komand’r had generated all on her own that saw the return of the assassin. In front of the alien and closer to the ceiling than the floor did a portal stretch out to its full diameter, seething with pinkly smoke. Out from the portal dropped Safira, landing knelt down on the floor just in front of the princess. There was no more party dress, instead it had been replaced with the hooded skin tight outfit the assassin preferred. Rising to her feet, Safira reached back to produce three arrows from her quiver.
One by one she fired the arrows off from her bow into the pockets of security personnel that were spread out around the room, having just restored their composure. Each arrow let out a small buzzing sound, and then a sharper once as they each released a small electrical charge. Suddenly those guns being aimed towards the two were jammed. Perfect. Safira strapped her bow onto her back and stepped away from Komand’r as she unhooked the karambit blades holstered on her thighs. She dwindled each in her hand stepping into clear space, more challenging the security personnel than anything.
Two of them approached at the same time and began swinging wildly with punches. Safira blocked the attacks, kicking one away and then ducked the elbow of another before disappearing only to appear again behind him. She drove both blades into the back of him, pulling them out and kicking him to one side before catching the other with a blade across the throat. More came to challenge her then, and Safira found herself moving through the group as they tried to lay a finger on her with quick teleports, manoeuvring herself into positions to deliver killing strikes with her blades.
Safira holstered her blades once again and then walked over towards the case that housed the piece of tech they had come for. Lifting it up, she tossed it towards Komand’r with a smirk present beneath the shadow that her hood cast over her face. ”Merry Christmas”. She commented then turning to look towards the man she was supposed to kill as he searched through the various guns laying on the floor, trying to find one that might actually work. Safira sighed. ”I hate when they get their hopes up…”. |
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