Role Play Here

Lyra Entille

"Hm... I guess I'm sort of graceful. Thanks, I suppose." She looked at the sword, admiring the blade of the weapon. She then smiled, an almost evil style, at the girl. "Alright, let's do it. Just don't come crying to me when I accidently cut your arm off." She twirled the wheels in her hands, taking a few steps away from Wolf. "Go ahead, take the first hit. Courtesy of me." 

wolf *she grinned and flipped over the table in a cart-whel ike action, and she grabed her swords, as he did, she landed swiftly and  slashed at te girl with the dager and then brought up the swod wit her other arm but it was swiftly dog and oneof the fan blades flciked the back of her knee, she swivled around, in her eyes u couldsee she was scared but then it turned to a spark of challenge, and she reaied herself*

Lyra Entille

She let out a wicked grin, looking at the girl. "You're too stiff on your feet, and your movements are a little choppy," she said, dashing at Wolf, swiping one of the wheels in her face. However, the other wheel came from her back and cut a few strands of Wolf's hair. Lyra seemed to dance forward, as she moved away from the girl, waiting for her to make the next move. Lyra's eyes were completely focused, as she watched the girl's every movement. 

Decaying Hearts at November 25, 2012 at 8:56 PM

"A group down in the village at foot of the mountain has been torturing citizens." The leader said. "I want you two to go down, find them, and kill them, then report back to me."

Monica continued to twirl the dragger around in her hand. She smiled, "My pleasure."

 

(( Sorry, I didn't seen your post. ^-^;; ))

Red Marlick

Red let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. Oh, great. He wasn't particularly excited about having to go fight somebody in this weather, but he supposed there was no choice. He crossed his arms, squinting his eyes slightly at the leader. "Whatever you say. But if I freeze to death, don't expect me to do more missions once I get back." He already had his forks on him, so there was no need to get them. 

Red looked his partner up and down, only to roll his eyes. She looked cooperative enough. But if she ended up being clkumsy and getting in his way, he was most definitely going to stab her in the neck. "... Let's go, Claude." Red looked away from the girl, putting his headphones back on his ears, turning up the volume. He turned on his heel, beginning to walk down to the foot of the mountain, making a clicking noise with his tongue. The fennec fox listened to the noise, and quickly followed his master. 

wolf her ease and her daneng feet ere so hormonic (is that a word?) that she caught herself stareing at them in stead of thegrls wheels, she  tightened her grip on the sword and dagger and looked for a weakness, she charged again  this time she droped to her knees sliding under the girls around, twisting and  stand, wither leg bend she lounged forward*

(( Harmonic, not hormonic... Hormonic has something to do with hormones. XDDDD Oh my, I had a good laugh while reading that. ))

Lyra Entille

She stepped to the side, just missing the blade of the sword. "Stop watching my feet, watch my wheels!" She twirled the wheels, lunging at the girl and swiping the weapons at her in an increased pace. Lyra's arms worked like a well-oiled machine, as she continued to lightly attack the girl with speed, being sure to not actually hurt her. 

it made u smile, i regret nothing!)

wolf *she wasnt known for being weak or anythin of the sort but the pace this girl moved was like a lizard againest a snake, equl in powerbu not with speed, she dodged as many as she could, se was breathing hrd, se was trying to watch the wheels, bt when he watch on that other sliced her shallowy it was frustraiting* i u ever get a hit on me, please just walk up an kill m before i try to fight back, i dont wanna die enbarassing mself *she laughed andtook another hit* damn!

(( XD Excellent~. ))

Lyra Entille

Just as soon as she had one of her wheels at the girl's neck, Lyra froze, letting out a sigh. "... Listen, you're not thinking of your sword as your arm. Don't think of it as a weapon. Think of it as your body. It's easy to move fast when you're just swinging your arm around, right? Think of it like that." 

Lyra held both of her wheels together in one hand. "I'm bored now. Have fun on your own." She began to gather her things, starting to walk away from the training room. 

Name: Mariah Jennifer Marc

Nickname: No nickname, please.

Age: 19~

Gender: Female

History: It's rather long, and boring. Daughter of a diplomat, decided to become an assassin. Nothing too strange.

Personality: A couple words to describe me-Cunning, Fast, and Ruthless.

Weapons: My mind is my greatest weapon. But when that doesn't work, a pistol works just fine.

Looks:

Other: Nothing much. I'll let you know~

Name: James Michael Carlow

Nickname: Don't call me Jamie, please.

Age: 21~

Gender: Male.

History: ...No.

Personality: Well, I've been told I'm collected, calm, and precise, but, it's up to you.

Weapons: Sniper is my specialty. I can use a knife though, if need be.

Looks:

Other: ...I don't know. Let me get back to you.

vemon *he was done practiseing, he had a good score, ut it wasentwhat he wanted, insteadof hitting the heart his hit, ahalf nd inch low, he  took the gun up into the belcony over looing everything  below the mountain, it was cold out, but he enjoyed it,e ws in a beater nd jeans, he slowy took apart his gun and cleaned it, he was use to cleaning his gun, he love muzzle loaders but there not efficent in the feild, there a one shot only*

wolf *she huffed, and looked at her sword nd looked at the dummie, how can she use it as an arm? itas a steel creature with no soul or blood, how could it become apart of her? shewas frighten of looking stupid so she madesure no one els was in the room beforepractiseing,hews tuly, no well balnced and coudent for the life of her master he swwords weight, she would neverbeale to use it in a sword fight but supriseing a gu and stabbig him was easy*

Monica watched her partner as he rolled his eyes and walked off. She walked fast to get ahead of him and quickly went down a trail leading to the village. She put up her dragger and pulled out her sword to check if it was sharpened, which it was.

Red Marlick

As they were nearing the village and he could see it in sight, he quickly stopped, looking at the ground. There were tracks there, footprints that could possibly hold information they wanted. Red knelt down, taking a closer look at the prints. Claude quickly began to sniff the foot prints that had marked themselves in the thin layer of snow. The fennec fox began to run, tail sticking outwards, following the tracks. 

Red grabbed some forks from a pouch at his waist, holding them in between his right fingers.  Standing, he began to speak. "These tracks might lead to something. If you had any sense in your mind, you'd agree with me to follow them." Red glanced at his partner, with a look that obviously said he didn't really care for her. He then looked at the tiny pawprints of Claude, following them. 

Monica grabbed the back out Red's head and pulled him back then placed her sword at his neck. "Are you gonna be like that all day?" She asked, ready to slit open his throat.

Red Marlick

Red gritted his teeth together in slight pain when Monica grabbed the back of his head. He glared at her with his icy blue eyes, turning the volume up on his iPod. "... Let go of me, and I might..." He paused, then repeated the last word, this time at a louder tone, just to emphasize the word. "... Consider changing my attitude." 

Claude was growling and yipping at Monica, snarling with its tiny, pointy teeth bared. Red made a short, loud noise, which quickly silenced the fennec fox. He then looked back at Monica, just a hair away from stabbing her in the stomach with a fork. 

"You better or you'll lose your head." Monica said, letting him go. She was very strong, though she had a small stature. Most people thought of her as an innocent little girl, but she wasn't so innocent with a weapon in her hand, which she always carried one.

wolf *she was given a scroll, the leader handedher, no words were spoken ut when she was leaveing the tower sh readit,its print in an eligent righting, coded of cours only her an  the leader knew it, it was a high priorty  she was walking to her farm house, her bow slung over her shoulder, sword at her hip and dagger, idden out of sight it was a while before she could see theo house ut reilved anyway

(Awkwardly going in insert myself in here. Here I go.)

Mariah was bored. There was no other way to describe the feeling, other then that one, boring word. It irked her, following everywhere she went. All the tasks she was presented with were trivial things, nothing that took too much effort on her part. And that had to be the worst part. She needed to stay occupied with something challengeing. The harder it was, the better.

The leader of the group hadn't assinged her any sort of task for the day, so she'd decided to go, and wonder around the nearby villiage. Being locked up in the base was giving her cabin fever, and that wasn't healthy for anyone, but especially for a mind such as hers.

Taking a deep breath, James' breath came out in a thick cloud, like smoke coming from the mouth of a dragon. Cold metal was pressed to his face in the form of a scope. The gun was keeps level and secure in his hands. While a few flakes of snow fell, but it was nothing that impared his vision too badly. Definetly not bad enough to keep him from hitting his target.

It was an easy kill, your typical lowlife scum, but, he took it seriously as if it was a murderer. The man in particular had been shifting in the assassins buisness, and James had been dispatched to take care of him. As soon as he moved into sight, he smiled slightly, and put his finger on the trigger.

Monica watched the creature and her partner then followed them, hoping that they were going to the location of the group.

Up