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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 11:22:03 GMT
02:31 Hong Kong, China October 14th 2017
One of the worst things that a person could do was to act against the Demon Head. It was an offence that was punishable by death, but for some unlucky souls they were made to endure insurmountable amounts of pain. Like this man who had acted against the League recently. A businessman native to Hong Kong, China that goes by the name of Mr. Chang had recently been involved in dealings with a few shady characters from America. He was in possession of a certain item that Ra’s Al Ghul was keen on obtaining. A deal had been put in place for the acquisition of said item, but Mr. Chang had backtracked on the deal whilst taking the money. Of course, the money wasn’t at all important; Ra’s had money to burn. What was important were the item Ra’s was after, and the fact that Mr. Chang had decided to disobey him. That deserves punishment.
It was a fairly late night in downtown Hong Kong, darker than usual as a result of the clouds that loomed above, teasing the thought of possible rain. The city was alive however, neon lights simmering from almost every crevice, people littering the streets on a night out – there was barely anywhere that one found find absolute quiet. The roads were filled with cars, mostly taxis that were ferrying party goers across town.
But in one particular place downtown, was a compound. It was rather large in scale, and featured only three buildings. Two of them were located at either side of the compound and used mostly for storage, as well as a place for his mercenaries to spend their downtime. The third however, was located towards the back of the compound. This building at the back was the place that Mr. Cheng thought of as home, when really it was just an office. In the compound were several men, mercenaries, guns for hire that Mr. Cheng had kept in his employment. He was not a well-liked man, abroad or at home, meaning that protection was necessary. Each of them outfitted with standard equipment, bullet-proof vests and automatic machine guns. They were scattered about the place, sporadically positioned to watch each and every corner of the compound.
Fortunately though, not even all of Mr. Cheng’s wealth could afford smart mercenaries. Mr Cheng was currently occupying his office, to which the building had both the front and back exit locked tight. Inside the office was Mr. Cheng, sat on a chair in the middle of the room. He could barely sit upright, leaning over towards one side with only his willpower stopping him from falling over. This was because Mr. Cheng was not at all in the best condition. His face was bloody, beaten and bruised – told by the black eyes and the blood that dripped down his face. His shirt had been removed, revealing his bare skin that displayed fresh scars and wounds that had been recently cut. He sat there with his eyes closed, wincing in pain – his mercenaries were unaware, help was not available.
The cause of Mr. Cheng’s most unfortunate condition could be blamed upon the hooded assassin that stood before him; Safira. It was her appearance that had Mr. Cheng on edge too, there was something quite daunting about not being able to see the face of your assailant, as all you may do is look into the cold eyes of your killer. In her right hand Safira held her Karambit blade, razor sharp it’s glistening metallic glow was now disguised behind the murky red color of Mr. Cheng’s blood.
“I’m impressed”. Safira would say as she paced about the room. “You’re loyalty to whoever is somewhat admirable… foolish, but admirable”. That sort of loyalty was hard to come by these days. Safira would stop her pacing, and stand in front of Mr. Cheng whose eyes were fixated on the blade in her hand. “So why are you so afraid to give me the location I am after, hmm?”. There was no immediate response. Mr. Cheng would tilt his head up slightly, his eyes open as he looked to her with a dead look in his eyes. His bottom lip was quivering ever so slightly as he looked to muster up a few words, whilst ignoring the agony he was in. “Th-that’s simple… these men are dangerous, they will kill me… an-“.
“And I won’t?”. Safira added, interjecting into the response of Mr. Cheng. It would be so much easier if he just complied. “Believe me when I say this; I work for a man much more ruthless than your two friends. I can’t return to him without a location, Mr. Cheng”. Safira had been on the move again as she spoke, walking around Mr. Cheng to stand behind him. His gaze could only follow her so far, before he simply dropped his head down, wincing. “And I will gladly rip you limb from limb to get it if I have to”. Not exactly what Mr. Cheng wanted to hear. All of a sudden Safira would grab the head of Mr. Cheng and thrust it backwards so that he was staring up towards the ceiling, towards her. She loomed over him and held her Karambit blade just below his eye. The edge of the blade was pushed against the face of Mr. Cheng, and had begun to open a wound, soon a crimson river may flow. “Give me the location, Mr. Cheng. Or I will start with popping out that eye of yours”.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 15:25:57 GMT
There are few things that can cause complete and utter terror. The main one is the feeling of helplessness. Not just your run of the mill ' I can't affect my situation' but a full on 'I can't do anything and I am going to die.' This was one of those situations. When you are unloading a full clip at a girl with swords and it looks like she is dancing between the spray, when you have already tried calling for help, hitting the alarm and even trying to scream, that was something that made you lose body function control. What made it worse was the girl was laughing, she was enjoying it.
For Rose this was fun, there must be five guys all crouched down unloading full auto and she was stepping between it all. The more adrenaline in her blood the more time seemed to slow down for her, it was like stepping between drops of rain almost. Her mind latching onto things before they happened and her body reacted at the same time. Which meant no one stood a chance of hitting her unless she was bored. She certainly wasn't bored.
Slice
Slice
Slash
Slash.
With a pirouette that would make the Russian ballet jealous Rose flicked her blades outward, not that the energy blades needed the cleansing motion but it was a habit from her years of using proper metal swords. Beside her the men dropped to the floor with a thump and Rose skipped her way along the corridor. Her skills allowed her to sneak into the place like a ninja and take her target quietly but that was not what was being paid for. This was a show of force, you do not betray those that keep you in the good life. Truthfully Ravager didn't care what was the reason for her mission. This was something her father had trusted her with. This Mr Cheng had broken his word and caused attention to be directed on the wrong people. Loyalty had been broken and Rose had no issues with shedding his blood over it. The huge amount of cash was just an added bonus. Why couldn't people just keep their word? Was it really so hard to have a bit of respect and honour?
The door flew off its hinges as Rose booted it in with a sharp right kick. Stepping in she tilted her head at the scene. Someone else was here to claim the bounty? Hmm no, target was just beaten up and tortured it looked like. Information then. Interesting. That was all she needed, from the outfit Rose pegged the other female as part of the League. That just made things complicated. "Someone throws a party and I don't get invited?" Rose smirked softly, she could never tell if killing one of the League was a good thing or a bad thing. Bonus points for taking one down, minus points for pissing off allies. "Fraid I am being paid a lot of cash for this guys head in a box. What are the chances that you let me kill this guy and be on my way?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 16:52:47 GMT
The alarm that had gone off, as well as the screams of anguish that followed soon after did very little in bothering Safira. If anything, she figured that perhaps Ra’s had sent in a comrade of sorts to lend some assistance. She was half right. The door was kicked clean off its hinges, and in had stepped the daughter of Deathstroke; Rose. Safira had dealt with Deathstroke before, and knew of Rose. Rumours mostly, but then there was the more recent fact that they were now both teammates on the Light’s team known as the ‘Shadow Squad’.
It appeared as though Rose wasn’t as clued in as Safira was. None of which was her own fault, most League assassins followed a similar dress code. But there was no immediate response from Safira, no spoken word said in reply to Rose. Instead, Safira let go of the hold she had of Mr. Cheng’s head, thrusting it forward. As he went to sit back up straight to some degree, Safira clocked Cheng in the back of the head with a heavy forearm strike. Cheng fell forward from the chair, hitting the floor face first before attempting to scramble to his hand and knees. Safira walked around the seat, and struck once more with a punt kick to the exposed abdomen of Cheng. He rolled over several times, but ended up on his back, clutching where he was kicked; feeling winded more than anything, but the pain from prior injuries was enough to continue his wincing.
“Hello, Rose”. Safira would say as she went about pulling down her balaclava slightly, as well as pull her hood down. Why hide any longer? Mr. Cheng would be dead tonight, it seemed. “He’s all yours, once… he decides to give me a location”. It seemed with the arrival of Rose that the location that Safira was after would be the last thing that Mr. Cheng would say. She appeared eager to cut him off, but why not join in with the festivities first? Enjoy herself. “Feel free to chime in, maybe he’ll respond more to a girl of your talents”. Safira would add with a smile, gesturing for Rose to express herself at the misery of Mr. Cheng.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 21:28:54 GMT
Rose sniffed and scratched her nose at the violent display. The guy was dead soon, seemed a little pointless beating him up really but then as the assassin revealed herself and said her name Rose took a bit more interest.
"You look familiar, can't say I know your name though." All of the league looked the same to Rose, same hood, same uniform. Stood to reason they looked different under that gear. But that nameless faceless lose of identity thing was really not Rose. She wanted to stand out, be known for what she did and how she did it.
"As much as I don't have a time scale, I was hoping to get this out of the way and see what the local night life was like." Rose tilted her head to look at her target finally. "Would be rude of me though to just end him when you are after info. Which means a compromise. No one can say that Ravager isn't willing to help her allies out."
Kneeling beside the man Rose tilted his head back and forth, taking in the injuries. "Stubborn little guy huh. You know, I am willing to bet that the folks that paid my fee are the same guys you are protecting. Got to say, I admire the loyalty. Completely admirable actually. I feel people should set themselves standards. Sets a person apart if they can hold themselves to something. Unfortunately." She said this as she reached out and took a firm grasp of the man's hair and began to lift him up by it "I hold myself to a certain standard. Once I am given a job to complete. It gets done. See I was happy to come here and kill everyone in the compound. Yet, I get here and find that a work mate requires you to talk. I am still going to kill you Mr Chang. What is going to change is how much fun I take in killing you. I have always wanted to tie a grapple to someone and toss them out a window over and over. This is seeming like a great time to try that. If you could, and this would mean a lot to me, keep in mind that the people you are protecting are the ones paying me to enjoy myself while you bleed to death." With unnatural speed Rose threw the man out the window followed by a grapple gun shot that speared its way through the man's calf, taking a hold of the rope she waited for it to tighten before looking at Safira "I kinda like the stubborn ones, they give you a chance to get creative." As she continued to pull the man back through the broken glass she motioned to the League member "Wanna see if hes feeling chatty, I need to find another window."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 22:11:57 GMT
Sometimes when you meet new people it can occasionally result in you leaving feeling a little disappointed or disheartened. But this was not the case when it came to Rose Wilson. In truth, Safira knew very little about her fellow assassin, but she knew a few things, a couple rumours and whatnot. Safira knew a fair bit more about Rose’s father, Deathstroke and from the looks of things it seemed as though that ruthless aggression that Deathstroke shows at times was certainly genetic. It was quite exciting, really. As a servant of the League, there were stricter standards for Safira to adhere towards as a more professional approach to dealings was expected. It didn’t allow for quite the creativity that Rose had displayed, but Safira did her best to make it work, to find fun in what she does.
Safira had retreated to one side of the room that the trio had found themselves in. She opted to lean back against the wall, folding her arms and crossing one foot over the other. Safira was more than happy to take on the role of spectator, told by the smile that appeared on her face as she looked on, admiring the exploits of Rose who had decided to join in on the fun. She was quite the destructive one too, as evident now by the hundreds, perhaps thousands of shards of glass that littered the floor. Amidst the glass was the crimson color of the blood that had flowed from the body and face of Mr. Cheng, who laid down on the glass rolled over onto one side as he tried picking out a few shards that had stuck into his pudgy physique.
“Wanna see if he’s feeling chatty, I need to find another window.”
Rose had offered Safira the change to tag back in, of which she would greatly oblige. “With pleasure…”. Safira would add in response as she pushed herself off from the wall she had been leaning against. Crackles were heard as a result of Safira walking over the bits of glass, shattering as she stepped on the remains with each step of her boot. She approached Mr. Cheng and would grab him by the head, quickly and aggressively pulling him up to his feet. Safira would strike Cheng with another forearm strike, this time across the face. As a result, the groggy bludgeoned businessmen stumbled and fell back onto the chair, only just about avoiding falling off. He looked terrible. He wore a crimson mask as blood ran down his face, his hair stained by it all. It was in times such as this that one would learn that loyalty can sometimes appear overrated.
One would think that Safira would opt for her karambit blade. But as Rose had demonstrated before her, sometimes it was better to use more extreme methods, perhaps even rather unconventional weapons. Safira who was about a yard or so in front of Cheng would lean over slightly as she grabbed hold of one of the larger shards of glass that had been produced thanks to the window. Cheng’s eyes widened as he saw it, spitting out blood on the floor before he looked to Safira as he pleading. “Please… no… NO!”. You could just sense the nerves of Cheng bubble their way to the surface as Safira took just a few steps forward. With her left hand she grabbed a fist full of Cheng’s head, aggressively yanking it backwards. ”Are you ready to talk yet?”. Cheng didn’t respond right away, and that irked Safira who slammed his head back against the back of the chair once more. A heavy thud, the impact could be quite clearly heard. ”For all I know your friend is lyi-”. He wouldn’t event get a chance to finish what he had to say, for Safira drove the shard of glass she held across the right cheek of Cheng slowly, thrusting it into his face with force as it pierced his skin. Cheng roared out in agony as this was going on, relieved when Safira had stopped. It left a huge gaping scar across the cheek of Cheng, a deep cut, a flab of skin dangled from his face. Safira backed off a step, giving Cheng room to recover to some degree of stability. She had something of a satisfied look about her, though she would only truly be happy once Cheng gives up the intel she was after.
Safira threw down the shard of glass that she had used, the shard sticking into the wooden floor like a knife. Safira grabbed Cheng by the back of his head then, and simply threw him onto the glass littered floor face first. Cheng’s night wasn’t going to be getting any better for him. Safira’s right hand glowed with pink energy, as off to one side she threw that energy out and it quickly took shape into that of a portal. The portal glowed, pulsating with energy. In the very centre of the portal, you could make out a faint image, the location of where the portal would lead to. “Fancy taking this party elsewhere, Rose? Don’t know about you, but this place makes for a real mood killer”. Safira would ask, averting her gaze from Cheng towards Rose. OOC: I’ve decided to leave the location up to you. It can be anywhere really, just thought a change of scenery (for a while, at least) could prove fun. Allow for more creative methods in this beatdown ^^
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 20:40:10 GMT
Rose was humming to herself as she checked the place out. The tune was some industrial dance number. so it was less humming and more budums and tishes as she wrecked things looking for anything she could use to enjoy herself some more. It took her a few broken drawers before she found it with a loud " Bingo!" Though it was mostly drowned out by the screams of Mr Chung. Sauntering back in she glanced at the face wound and gave a titch " That's gonna be one heck of a scar. Bet your lady is gonna love that. Though I really can't tell if its your daughter or your jail bait lover. Shes cute though whatever she is. Damn, I really hope its not both cause that makes even my stomach turn." Tossing the picture of a young asian girl in a typical wooden frame over at her fellow shadow squad member Rose turned her attention to the portal. " So, just so I am clear, this is gonna take us anywhere we wanna go?" Rose grinned widely and with no short amount of malice. " Wow ok, so many ideas. I mean volcanos, sharks. I have always wanted to keel haul someone. Must be the patch. The desert, there are people eating ants out there and scorpions. God its like candy and a playground mixed with 50 year old whiskey and a stripper troupe all rolled into one big bag of carnage and fun times." She paced a bit occasionally tugging on the rope to elicit a whimper of pain from their new bloody chew toy. " Don't crash out on us Chung, tonight is young and girls gotta have a good time. Its the law. Something guys seem to forget. It is not all about you." With a bit more pacing and tugging the rope before Rose stopped and tapped her chin " ok, this is the plan. First we go some place cold. I'm thinking Alaska. We tie our good ol buddy here to a tree and try and bait some bears. Be like a piñata. Then we see if we can catch a shark. Then I figure Chung is probably gonna be dead. Then we drop him off at that lovely girls house. Cause I figure if hes not smart enough to talk to us by that point, we are gonna need to move on to someone he probably told. Then we can move on to who she knows. Damn tonight is gonna get busy, gonna be a lot of bodies piling up too. I mean the compound guards are all dead or dying. Pretty sure a couple were gurgling their last back there at any rate." Rose shifted her weight and rotated the grapple line around like a whip that ended with the battered body of their target being dumped through the portal. " Really not what I planned for tonight, got to admit. Simple job, some booze and a party crashing. So I figure you owe me one, as fun as this is. Its not quite the relaxing night off I had planned. I am sure you can find a fun way to repay me though if you put your mind to it." With a grin Rose hopped thought the portal. OOC: Gonna leave it up to you when Chung breaks as its your plot idea
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 21:26:14 GMT
It was high noon where they had travelled to exactly. The sun was out above them, shining brightly as rays of heat beamed down from the heavens above. It was windy as well, as dust and sand blew about the area. Mr. Cheng was on the floor, on his front. He had his face down as he would enjoy a mouthful of sand. If he was for one moment to look at his surroundings, he would quickly catch on to where exactly the trio had travelled. It was the Grand Canyon, and they were atop one of the many cliffs that stood high up into the air. Safira was last to emerge from the portal, naturally.
She didn’t waste any time admiring the beautiful scenery around them, and instead would make her way towards Cheng – though she couldn’t help but offer Rose a reply. “You’ll have to give me a few ideas about how to repay you”. Rose wasn’t exactly the typical type of girl from what Safira had seen thus far, it would be a difficult task thinking up exactly what Rose would appreciate as repayment. As Safira stepped closer towards Cheng, he had mustered up enough strength to lift himself up on his hands and knees. As Safira caught up, she grabbed Cheng by the back of the neck, pulling him up slightly and then throwing him forward. Cheng rolled across the dirty ground, nearing the edge of the cliff they stood upon.
He squirmed up to a sitting position, and began pleading as Safira neared him once more. “Please… please… no… don’t do thi-“. Before Cheng could finish, Safira lifted Cheng up off the ground and held him just a yard or so in front of her. Any smile or smirk that Safira had on her face had been replaced with an icy look about her. No doubt Cheng’s unwillingness to comply being the source of it. ”Location, now”. Cheng didn’t have much time to respond, and his hesitation in doing so is what led to Safira throwing him off of the cliff as though he was a sack of potatoes. Cheng could be heard screaming loudly as he free fell through the air towards the bottom of the Canyon. But before he hit the bottom, a pink portal would once again appear as he was teleported.
Above Safira and Rose did another portal appear, through which Cheng fell. It was perhaps fifteen to twenty feet high, and Cheng fell down to hit the ground nearby them with a heavy thud. “Work your magic, one last time”. Rose was going to be given another chance to beat the answer out of Cheng, and then he would be asked the question one last time. Whether he cooperates or not, Safira was more than ready to allow Rose to complete the mission she had been set.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 19:46:22 GMT
"One last time huh?" Rose pursed her lips as she thought about it "Seems patience is in short order tonight. I mean, congrats dude you have lasted pretty long. Not the toughest S.O.B. I have dealt with but for a pen pusher not too bad. This is gonna hurt. Not in the Oh God I can't feel my face sort of pain. This is gonna be agony. All over." Rose pulled a small device from her pouched belt and tucked it into the guys belt.
As she whipped the guy above her head by the end of the grapple rope and let him fly over the edge she grinned at Safira "Crowd control grenade. tear gas mostly. That guys so cut up we might as well have dipped him in lemon concentrate. Ain't gonna kill him but man his nerves are gonna feel like we just set him on fire."
The rope continued to spiral outward until it went taut and the guy started to speed his way towards to inner wall below them then there was the loud pop as the device went off followed by the screams of agony and realisation he was heading towards solid stone at near terminal velocity.
"He's gonna be pizza unless you do pink blinky hole in space thing. I actually do need his head in a box. One of the conditions of the job. People can be weirdly specific when it comes to deaths. They never ask for anything fun either. Its always hands, genitals or heads. Some ask for ears I guess or just a finger. I figure those are the squeamish ones."
Rose moved and began to alter her positioning, taking into account for the portal antics. From what she had seen, what went in came back out just as fast. She figured if she waited till just the right moment then a sudden pull should keep the guys head from exploding on the ground like a melon fired out a large cannon. So she primed herself and waited with an amused smirk on her face. Perhaps the night wasn't a total waste after all. Plus she was now owed by an Assassin of the League. That had got to be worth the trip alone. The creative ways to get people to talk stuff was just the cherry on the already yummy cake.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2015 10:43:20 GMT
Just a few hours ago, and all that Mr. Cheng had to concern himself with was finding something to watch on television later that night. In many ways, it wasn’t hard to feel sorry for him. Cheng was an esteemed businessman, a shady one at that, but a businessman nonetheless. He had grafted hard to get to where he is now, and before his eyes right now he had a problem more complex than anything he had ever came face to face with before. That problem was manifested in the shape of Ravager and Safira whom were toying with Mr. Cheng. He had no leg to stand on, nothing he could say or do could hold off the inevitable fate that awaited him. All he could do now was hope, hope that they each had a change of heart. But as time progressed, that hope diminished even more, it was nothing more than a pipedream.
It was rather clear the screams of agony that bellowed out from Mr. Cheng as he had been gassed on his way to his demise at terminal velocity. Rose did offer warning regarding Mr. Cheng’s predicament, advice that Safira took on board. However, she was in no rush to step in. Safira waited a while, exhaling a deep breath as she paced around the dusty cliff sporadically. Alas, Safira would click her fingers and a pink blinky hole in space appeared at the very bottom of the ravine. Cheng went shooting down through it, and after several seconds; the rope tightened as it was at full stretch.
Mr. Cheng would now find himself upside down nearly one thousand feet up in the air, above Paris, but alongside the Eiffel Tower – yet it be known that Safira allows you to visit wonderful places before your imminent death. Relief came over the face of Cheng, almost crying with joy that he was still alive, for now. Yet still, he had a big drop awaiting him, or so he may think. Back in the Canyon, Safira stood on the edge of the cliff, looking over just to be sure that she wasn’t too late. It seems she has rather perfect timing in actual fact. Turning back to look at Rose, Safira had found her smile. “Pull him up, something tells me he’ll talk”.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 6:51:25 GMT
"Look at you, starting to have a bit of fun finally?" Rose smirked playfully as she started to pull the rope back in carefully, not actually sure where the guy had ended up "Always seemed to me that you League types never had any fun. Just duty and eh well that's it actually. Don't get me wrong, I'm the type of girl that will stick to the contract till the end but when times like this come along. Well you need to indulge yourself a bit more, flex the mental muscles and cut loose. I mean, you were gonna stab and poke him over and over, smack him about a bit till he either talked or died? Instead you are using what you got to do much more interesting things. Thinking with portals!" Rose grinned at the pop culture reference, though unsure if the League played computer games or paid attention to meme trends. Unlikely the one eyed girl decided but you never know.
"Hate to be him though, I got that formula on a wound once. It stung like nobodies business, spent an hour washing it out the cut and that was just the one. Hate to think what an all over dipping would feel like." With one final tug Mr Chang was dumped unceremoniously onto the ground before them. Rose casually walked over and put a hand firmly onto the speared leg and pulled the grapple out which caused another loud scream from the Asian man "Oops, sorry. Think I may have cracked a bone there. Its the pinions, not really meant for going that way but it was that or I pulled many many feet worth of rope through your leg. Quick like a plaster, right? Just rip it off." Wasn't like he was going to answer, he seemed almost incoherent now from the agony his body was in. Would he difficult to feel sorry for the guy, but rose did admire how loyal he had been. Though it did strike her that if he hadn't been disloyal in the first place then he wouldn't be in this predicament.
Shifting her attention to the assassin, Rose had to wonder what the other female was going to do with the info. Rose had been hired anonymously but it seemed pretty clear the League was not the only group wanting Chang off the table. Made sense to be the people he was protecting. So did that mean going after those people too? Rose frowned a little, she wouldn't be able to help her fellow squadie with that. She had to complete her contract and it was bad business to go against a client. Still, Rose mused. Because of the clients lack of info she had bumped into the League and had been compromised. That was bad business from their side. Plus Slade wanted in with the Light, that would probably negate any other codes for some time. Yeah, Rose was sure she could spin this to their favour.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 14:48:05 GMT
It was fairly difficult for Safira to argue against the assumptions that Rose had about those who serve in the League of Shadows. It was fairly conclusive, and spot on. There were set standards, expectations that each member of the Shadows was expected to adhere to. This in turn, meant that there was little room for the League’s assassins to stretch their creative muscles. “Don’t paint me with the same brush”. Safira would say in reply. Whilst she would have remained with the stabby stabby approach to Mr. Cheng, it was unusual for her. It came as a result of influence, having worked with other League members lately. It meant she had to curb her creativity, put the leash on. It was unlike her to be so dull. It was an act she had fitted into on numerous occasions, only being herself when around friends or by her lonesome self. “Consider me one of the few exceptions then, Rose. I’m not exactly a fan of the 'League way' myself. I much prefer to let my hair down, show some artistic flair in my work”. It was known that Safira often strayed from the beaten path, and most had put it down to youth. Regardless of the approach taken, it was the results that mattered, it’s all Ra’s cared for in the end, really.
Safira looked on from where she stood as her comrade; Rose went about retrieving Mr. Cheng. To a certain extent, there was perhaps an air of relief that had come over Cheng as he once again found himself on solid ground – without the possibility of him being left to fall splat on the ground of Paris, France. Cheng didn’t at all look too well at all, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was covered in a crimson mask, tears dripping down his face from being in agony with his entire being severely bruised and beat up in places. One would be well off placing a bet that Mr. Cheng felt some form of regret. Regret for not speaking earlier, he really could have avoided all of this and put an end to things before they got this bad. Supposedly that is why hindsight is a most wonderful thing indeed.
There was no room for creativity anymore. The blank canvas that once was Mr. Cheng was now complete with an assortment of different shades of red. All one could add were the finishing touches, of which Safira would most happily oblige. The League assassin would begin her approach, walking towards the bloodied and bruised Cheng. He had been wincing in pain for some time, and unfortunately hadn’t quite gotten sick of it as of yet. As Safira drew closer, she stopped whilst placing the sole of her boot down across the leg of Cheng that had previously had the grapple pierced through it. Cheng bellowed out with an almighty whine, as the pressure of Safira’s boot down on his leg proved excruciating. It was held there for a few moments, before Safira lifted her boot and then stood on solid ground. Allowing Cheng a momentary breather, of that you can be sure he was grateful of. “Gonna talk?”. Safira would ask, her head tilted ever so slightly to one side as she looked down to Cheng with a smile. Cheng opted to say nothing at first, he was too concerned with himself as he reached down to clutch his leg as the pain simmered. Cheng making Safira wait did not go down well with the assassin, who would go on to once again stamp the sole of her boot down across Cheng’s injured leg. Cheng roared in pain, clutching his leg as he rolled over to one side, crying in agony – perhaps he should have paid more attention.
Through the use of her boot again, Safira would force Cheng to roll over onto his back. The assassin would then squat down beside Mr. Cheng, and grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand, towards the back of Cheng’s head. This was to force Cheng to look at her, to make sure that his focus was on her and nothing else. ”You’ve surprised me, Cheng. I didn’t expect you to be alive this long, never mind conscious. But here we are, and you have proven yourself to be a strong character”. It was quite remarkable that he wasn’t dead yet. Perhaps the two ladies were going too easy on him. ”I don’t get it, Cheng. Why is it that you feel the need to protect those who sent this gal’ to kill you?”. Safira would say as she tilted her head to one side momentarily, hinting at Rose. “It’s quite clear they don’t think as highly of you as you do of them, so why not let us see how strong of a character they are?”. She added. ”Give me the location I am after Cheng, and I can make it worth your while. I’ll call off my associate over there, you’ll walk away, alive”. It was a tempting offer that Safira had made, perhaps one that Cheng would go along with. Guaranteed life, with two business associates who wanted him dead eliminated. Perfect. Of course, it was bogus – hopefully Rose knew as much too. In truth, Safira was rather eagerly awaiting to see just how Rose would go about Cheng bowing out of this life. It surely had to be some incredible finale to this rather eventful night. Cheng took a while to decide, but alas finally spoke. “27 Sassoon Road”. Cheng spoke softly with a whimper, but it was easily understood. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”. Safira added, with a smile before dropping Cheng’s head which bounced off the solid surface that is the ground.
Safira would then stand up straight from her squatted position, and made her way over towards Rose. “He’s all yours”. Safira would say in whisper as she walked past her fellow Assassin. Safira took a step or two more beyond Rose, before turning around. Her arms were folded across her chest as she looked on in anticipation of what comes next. There was added business to attend to now as well. It seemed those whom she was hunting were the same people who had employed Rose. No bother, a compromise could always be made, one that was to the benefit of both. Perhaps Rose could earn some brownie points with Ra’s Al Ghul for the benefit of her father. We’ll see...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 16:58:53 GMT
Rose looked at her gloves as if she was checking her nails while Safira dealt with getting the information she needed. She did quirk her head when she heard about letting the target go. That wasn't going to happen. A Wilson completed a contract no matter what. It was just the way of things. Rose hoped that it was a ruse, cause she really didn't want to explain why she had beat down a League assassin.
With the address given Rose shook her head, just like that the guy had definitely sealed his fate. No way he could continue living now she knew he had betrayed her employer. Odd how that worked. As Safira walked past and gave the all clear, Rose smirked softly. Thankfully it had been a ploy to get the man to relent finally.
Kneeling down beside the most likely dying man, that amount of blood lose was not going to do much for him. She took out a thick disk from a pouch and shushed the man. "Don't worry, its all over now. I have something for the pain. Soon it will just fade away." Placing the disk above his head and giving it a click what happened next was pretty fast. First several metal legs sprung out and snipped into place, then a strange hum noise and the gaps between the legs filled with a forcefield. It quickly darkened to a dark blue and Rose lifted the now completed container up. The body of Mr Chung dropped lifelessly to the ground. His neck seared over by the device to stop any blood spray and his head kept neatly inside the carrying device.
Flipping it up into the air a few times before attaching it to her belt Rose smiled "Well that was certainly more interesting than I thought tonight was going to be. Figured some guards and then this guy in the box would take next to no time. Instead I got to play around a bit. Not bad at all if you ask me. So what now Saffy?" Rose stretched a little and rolled her shoulders "I mean, with that portal power of yours we can do whatever wherever, right?"
The one eyed girl thought for a moment "What do you usually do to blow off steam? If its something fun we could do that I reckon, get to know each other a bit better."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 10:12:03 GMT
At the mention of ‘Saffy’ as a nickname, Safira did raise an eyebrow at that. Clearly Rose wasn’t nearly as creative with names as she was creative at harming others. But still, it had a certain ring to it, the sound of a name that wouldn’t go away just as fast as it appeared. Something told Safira that she would hear the name; ‘Saffy’ again, and then probably again, and again… and again.
Most didn’t think about the utility that teleportation offers. Whilst in works in combat, closing distances and keeping opponents on their toes, allowing for sneak attacks. It also allows Safira to do what most take a ‘gap year’ off to do; travel. Any day, Safira could go anywhere in the world – more than a party trick. Needless to say, she was someone you would want to vacation with… It appeared Rose had taken on board the utility of this, and spending some quality ‘Shadow Squad’ time together didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. But the problem then arose of how that time should be spent… ugh.
“Blow off steam? Ummm…”. Safira would say, thinking to herself. It was a harder question than one would think. “I would… probably look for a hook up”. She added, with a playful smile as she gazed over towards Rose. “But… I’m guessing that you’re not that type of girl, right? …shame”. It probably was not a viable option, a bit to forward of a suggestion. It was a very difficult question. League Assassins are not granted too much time to themselves. It was a routine of following a contract, and training. Everything else in life had to happen around that.
”I don’t know, Rose. It’s hard… we’re not exactly well dressed for hitting up a club or something”. Neither of them was at all appropriately dressed for most places. They would surely stick out like a sore thumb, unless that was the look they were going for. ”You have the recently deceased head of an Asian man attached to your belt after all”. Then there was that… ”Anyway! You decide. I brought us here, so, you pick where we go next, my treat”. Sweden? Japan? Philippines? Australia? It wasn’t easy narrowing down a place when the possibilities seemed endless. ”I’m sort of curious to see what a Wilson does in their off time”. It was more down to Rose’s behaviour up close that had Safira intrigued as to how Rose spends her time when she isn’t brutally removing the head of an Asian businessman. One could only imagine.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 6:01:59 GMT
Rose grinned and shook her head "Hook ups? Fraid I'm the kind of girl that needs wined and dined. Only thing I don't like dead is my romance." Tapping her chin as she paced about thoughtfully "Well we might not be dressed for it now but we could be. Dropping of this to finish the contract is a snap with you about. Then you can get us into any store in the world to indulge in a shopping spree. Way I see if we can be dressed however we like within the next few hours and then to any club on the planet. What Deathstroke does to chill out I have no idea but this particular Wilson loves to dance. Nice thumping beat and a couple of good drinks. Sounds like heaven."
With a smirk she moved around Safira "Get you out that uniform and into something that shows off what is constantly hidden? I mean there isn't anything in the League rules about partying now and again is there?" She was starting to slink now, now that she knew the other girl considered her attractive Rose had already started to play on it "I mean, if you promise me a night I'll never forget and keep it, I could consider the debt you owe me fulfilled. That would satisfy your code?" Rose had closer now, she didn't think she had anything to fear from the other female.
The Assassin had asked what Rose liked to do in her spare time, what she did to blow off steam. Well this was certainly one of the things. One of the things that Rose loved to do was to seduce people. Give them nothing in the end but that look of someone realising they had been played. They had spent all night doing everything she asked, giving her things and promising the world until she grew bored or had what she wanted and left them crushed. Not that she intended to crush the other girls feelings, just play on them a bit. After all, a League member with a full blown crush would be damn handy to keep around. Even more so if that particular girl could teleport and had ninja skills.
"So what do you think? You, me, a couple of drinks and a whole lot of boogie?" Rose gave a slow grind of her hips to inaudible music "Course we need to drop off Mr Chang, rob some stores. Whole girlie night out experience!" With a smirk Rose nodded "Lets do it!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 12:50:27 GMT
Safira stood with her eyes closed as Rose worked her way around her. There was something alluring that Safira found with the proposition that Rose had laid out before her. It was either that, or the way that Rose went about detailing it. Rose’s movement seemed to be rather slinky, smooth. Whilst her eyes were closed, Safira knew full well what Rose was doing, playing up to her previous remark about hooking up. Not that Safira would say anything to bring a halt to what Rose was doing, after all. Safira rather enjoyed it.
”Is that your game?”. Safira would say, her eyes opening wide, slowly, only a moment or two later. Safira had sensed just how close Rose was, and found the assassin to be stood right before her. Too close for comfort some might say, not too close for Safira though. ”You don’t need to be shy, Rose. You’re not alone in wanting to see what’s underneath”. She added, looking Rose up and down, a faint smirk having appeared across her face. ”I won’t promise you a night you’ll never forget, but. How about a night you won’t want to forget?”. No doubt, it was a much more tempting offer that Safira proposed instead to her new found playmate.
From the way in which things were going, Rose seemed rather eager with the night out that she had planned. Safira was too, though she knew there were stumbling blocks that needed to be overcome first. ”But… we need to push pause on things, for now”. Safira would say, backing up a step or two and turning around, looking up at the bright sun that shone down upon them. She peered back with a smile, further addressing Rose. ”You have a head to drop off, and I... Well, I am due a meeting with one”. Of course, Safira was referencing Ra’s Al Ghul. He wasn’t a particularly patient man, and as he knew of Safira’s capabilities you could be sure that the longer she takes, the most suspicious things become. It was unwarranted and unneeded suspicion however, not once had she failed him or the League. ”So, we split up for a while, take care of business. Then a little later on, we resume”. She added, turning around and stepping back towards Rose, a playful look about her as she stood there.
A click of the fingers, and once again would a portal appear from out of nowhere, off to one side a few yards away. Pink in color, it grew, flashing brightly as it expanded out. It was an offer of a free ride to where Rose needed to go. Not that Safira knew exactly, but seeing as though Rose was working for Cheng’s employers. It seemed right to send her to Sassoon Road in Hong Kong, pay her employers a home visit.
”I’ll come fetch you when I’m ready”
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