RP:Guild Invitation for Two

Black Pond

Rayne walks quietly along the beach, the woman in her tracking mode following the footsteps of her target. The woman smiles as she lays eyes up the woman. Draping her hands behind her form the assassin grabs hold of her favored daggers unsheathing the twin steel pieces, then places them in front of her form. A cloud of sandy dust picks up behind the woman as she starts to charge the assassin. As she draws close the lycan woman bends at the knee and off to the side the daggers intent to slice through Jelko's abdomen from behind whilst Rayne continued on her charge.

Drathir is, as ever, Satoshi's bodyguard, regardless of alias, it seems. Keen hearing; an advantage all elves have. And this...well...-perhaps- he's an elf - as tall as he is, who can rightly say - is vampiric, and his hearing is all the better for it. The squealch of sand beneath feet is the first thing that sets him on edge, the sound not at all produced by himself or the woman he's charged with bodyguarding. It's the glint that gives the dagger away, the sun reflecting off metal, and it has Ayras moving to intercept. Only, Ayras, sadly, doesn't intercept quite as he intended, using an elongated dagger to smack the incoming missile away. No, it's with his own body, earning himself a dagger in his side for his trouble. With a great wince he jerks the weapon free, and Rayne has earned herself quite the glare. But still, the vampire keeps close to his ward...yet now bleeding.

Satoshi is not completely unawares either, after all she's here by means of another mysterious letter, and as such she's watching the area ahead of her closely for any movements--let the bodyguard tend to behind them. Although she manages to miss the sound of Rayne's approach of the noise of the dog trotting at her side, it's Ayras' movement that brings her attention around with a snarl, her small form dropping into a crouch. The sight of her companion bleeding only fuels her rising temper, and once Rayne's form is located the feline makes a truly feral growl, claws flexing in want of blood barely constrained. "Enough! If this is how you do business, I'll end it here and now. I'm in no mood for games today, and you've already harmed my companion enough to test my restraint," her tone is icy, usual voice set in a harsher accent than one would hear from the mage.

Satoshi's little dog pads over to Ayras with wagging tail. The only one present without a serious air about himself.

Rayne 's form raises up as she looks the feline and her body guard over. The woman's gaze cold and calculating. The leather of her gloves grip tightly upon the twin blades, rolling her eyes upward she pauses a moment to think before returning the blades to their sheaths which lay on her belt just below the small of her back. "Jelko I thought you would have been stronger from the last we had met. But perhaps it is your companion who would better benefit from the offer then you. Perhaps Vengence's faith in you was misplaced." she shakes her head eyes darting back and forth from the woman to her protector.

Drathir , though he growls as he winces, kneels to lay a hand on Jelko's shoulder. "Simmer down," he almost whispers to the woman before he straightens, holding his back erect and trying to give a display of ignoring his wound. "And perhaps you assume much," he interjects to Rayne before Satoshi tears off the woman's face...or something. "But then, I wouldn't assume a dog to know that." Hearing dog, Sawyer lets out a little yap and begins to pant happily as his tail goes a-waggin' some more.

Satoshi scoffs as she straightens from her crouch, idly dusting sand from her clothes a means of blatantly disregarding Rayne. Ayras' words are given attention, however, and she takes a pause to steady her temper once more before replying to Rayne's taunts, "I've no care for others' faith in me. I know my strengths, and I've no need to prove them to you. I'm sure your arms can recall a bit of what my scratches alone can do." At this she glances pointedly at the woman's arms, remembering their first exchange and the shredded flesh the cat had left Rayne with.

Rayne shakes her head knowing full well that she had to do this even though her own gut would hate her for doing such. Holding her hands up to show no violent motions or any thing that could be considered an attack the assassin takes a few steps forward, her duster swaying from side to side as she looks both the two in their eyes to show a moment of "peace" she sighs "I am here on a professional duty. You're correct, you're strengths are well surpassed those of the others. Which is why I am here. But before I speak further I need to know if this one," her eyes dart to the vampire "…can keep the words spoken here… here and here alone?"

Satoshi simply nods toward Drathir. He can speak for himself on that aspect anyway.

Drathir clenches a fist, though he soon forces himself to relax it. "The fact that she brought me along should answer the question enough," is his reply through clenched teeth. Poor Sawyer, ignored by Ayras. The little dog gets all disheartened and goes sulking off...to play with the fishies. Chomp chomp.

Satoshi nods again, even as her attention wavers briefly at Sawyer's wandering off before she snaps her gaze back to Rayne. "Now, what it is this offer you mentioned? Make it quick, I prefer my companion -not- bleeding to the point that he needs to use you as a food source."

Rayne looks at the vampire shaking her head "Calm down bat boy. I Apologize for the wound. I didn't see you there. Besides.. it wasn't meant for you. Anyways. It'll heal up soon." Her eyes then dart to Jelko. "I Assume you had heard about Vengeance's death correct?"

Satoshi said to Rayne, "No, I had not heard."

Rayne said to Satoshi, "Well had an untimely demise, but Before that he had appointed me into the group he had talked to us about earlier. And being I was the only one in the group at the time. This group came into my possession.. "

Satoshi said to Rayne, "And what group is that, exactly? I'm not one for tying myself to such things unless need be."

Drathir simply remains silent. Sawyer, howerver, does no such thing. First he yaps away at the carnivorous fish, but when they don't play with him, he winds up strolling off to find a particular brain-dead croc to play with. Such a nice, bigger friend to play with! The croc even let the dog lick it a few times without trying to eat him! Sawyer seems to like this vegi-croc now.

Rayne sighs as she still had not wanted to speak of such group unless needed. "The guild of assassins. A group that could help you benefit from your skills that is. If you're interested." her eyes dart to the vampire "That's for you too if you can handle it."

Drathir cocks a brow, not even bothering to turn around as he hears Sawyer yapping at an unresponsive crocodile. "Assassins, hm?" He almost snorts as his eyes close, his head turning slightly to the side. "A role I haven't performed professionally in some decades. The better way of putting it would be if your -guild- can handle -me-." A smirk, even though he's still bleeding from his side.

Satoshi's expression is difficult to read behind her half mask, but it's safe to presume it is a thoughtful one as she remains silent a long while. At long last she speaks, oddly timed following a particularly loud and excited bark from Sawyer as if announcing the words, "I'll say neither no or yes, currently. There are numerous aspects I have to consider before deciding. But," Black-splotched tail flicks lazily with the words, "I will at least not call myself an -enemy- of your guild, just not necessarily an ally at this time."

Rayne inclines her head and shrugs "The same response you gave Vengeance. But I'll add something to the offer he didn't." she looks once again at the body guard and takes a step closer to the feline slowly to show no sign of aggression.

Rayne whispered to Satoshi, "Seeing as we have fought many times before, I am prepared to offer you second in command. That is just the title as in truth you'd be acting as my right hand and would have a seat among the council "

Drathir smirks, his questionable blood allowing him to overhear the whisper well enough. He keeps silent, for now, and simply turns to watch Sawyer at his play...ironically, putting himself so he faces both women, with his main-hand more towards Rayne. The whole 'just-in-case' pose.

Satoshi said to Rayne, "Aye, this is more than Vengeance offered. But, I give you the same answer as I gave him and with more meaning behind it, there is a great deal I've need to sort through before I can make this choice. Be patient." The feline smirks that cheshire cat grin signature of her assassin's title. "Is not patience a virtue, even among the assassins?"

Rayne stands back at the vampires gesture and inclines her head in agreement to the feline before her glance switches to the former elf. "And your answer is?"

Drathir shifts his silver eyes to gaze upon Rayne from the corner of his eyes, though his face still is directed Sawyer's way. "I require more than a simple invitation; stipultations, general guide lines I must follow, and any rules I need know about before joining." He begins to chuckle. It seems his blood loss is starting to get to him, laughing at nothing like he is. "I am a peculiar killer."

Satoshi nods in agreement. "True. We'd make for poor assassins, if we didn't get all the information possible before accepting a job offer."

Rayne shrugs her shoulders to the both of them. "This isn't the invitation. This is just seeing if there is any interest in joining. There are other things that must be done before you are given the full information. If you're interested I'll start the processes moving. And if not, well then this conversation never happened."

Drathir chuckles all the more as the lycan speaks, running a hand - that, were any to look obscenely closely and notice, is shaking minutely - through his ruby hued hair. "As my statement clearly shows no meaning to you," he remarks, though strangely good-humored, "yes, my interest is piqued."

Satoshi doesn't notice Ayras' shaking hand, but rather his mood and that continued blood flow from his wound. Being familiar with vampires--and especially this one, the feline knows this is hardly a good thing and with a tone barely kept from sounding hasty she addresses Rayne, "You've my interest as well. There are other matters to attend to now, so I must end this. You know how to contact me. And the dog," A brief glance is made toward Sawyer, now trotting back with a crocodile talon clamped proudly in his jaws, "will be able to find you, should I need to send a message."

Rayne nods and grins. Before looking at Satoshi "Of course Jelko. I figured you of all people would be able to find me. But alas, pressing matters now call my attention."

Satoshi said to Rayne, "Until the next time then."

Drathir had been muttering to himself the entire time the two women had been speaking, and soon enough a chill would be felt from behind Satoshi. Well...perhaps to Rayne. God knows what chills Satoshi feels. "Portal behind you," Ayras states shortly before making his way through it.

Knee High Stone Wall

Drathir had moven quickly from the portal, which he had accidentally opened to the Sage Forest rather than Vailkrin, where he intended. But the Sage worked well enough for him, as he had halted only a handful of yards - ten, perhaps twelve, he hadn't paid enough attention - away, his gaze locked on a camp of tents. He inhaled deeply, and when he exhaled his face wore a grin far more malicious than the typically goodly-inclined swordsman usually wore. "Elves," he growled in that primal tone of his that came with his bloodlust. And indeed, elves they were. Many of them, an entire camp of refugees; veritably a hamlet, or even a small town, in its own right. Fists flex, and soon a pair of daggers fill them. His grin is more sinister than that of a feral hunting cat, and would perhaps give even the most hardened of killers pause.

Satoshi stumbles from the portal with hardly any remnants of the grace gifted her kind, and beneath her half mask and fur she looks a pretty shade of green--and Sawyer comes out in his usual jovial fashion. Clearly, portal travel doesn't suit the feline at all, and she's quick to find something to support herself against while her balance returns. That something being a low stone wall, one she recognizes as part of the structure surrounding Larket. "... Why here...?" The shaky question isn't directed entirely at Ayras, as the vampire is clearly distracted by his newly acquired target.

Drathir had begun casting again. Satoshi might recognize it as the portal spell the vampire had just used. From his gaze, the feline might even tell that his intended location is the far end of the encampment, where a female elf in robes that would have been regal were they clean stands...but something goes awry. Terribly, terribly awry. Where the freakish elf once stood is nothing but charred grass, so dark at its center that even the Underdark would be light in comparison. But then a commotion erupts from the very spot Ayras had been intending to portal to, and there the too-tall elf is, his fangs sunk into the regal elf's neck and her handmaidens shrieking with horror. Oh yes. The feasting has begun, and Ayras, it seems has gained a new trick.

Satoshi misses a good deal of what leads up to the commotion, the feline being rather focused on the other side of the wall she's currently bending over miserably. At least, until the screaming starts. That tends to cure portal-induced-sickness instantaneously. "Hellfire... Is this how he always does it?" Sawyer merely yaps in reply, which leaves him dropping the crocodile talon and hurriedly picking it back up. The mage-dressed-as-assassin sighs and settles against the wall to watch, but not before murmuring a simple spell. She figures the vampire can fend for himself, but just in case, she's frozen the dew on the grass in the encampment into a sheet of ice to provide poor footing to the elves--with a neat side-effect of the ice moving out from under Ayras' moving boots.

Drathir lets the woman's body - a noble, it seems, by the pendant she wore around her neck - drop to the ground when he finishes draining her, and then moves to start on one of the woman's handmaidens. But alas, she's so far away! With a growl and an almost palpable force of will, the vampire again transports from his current spot to where the fleeing woman is, twenty steps taken in one. He goes to stifle her screams, but alas, it is too late; the defenses have already been roused. Annoyed, the vampire finds himself having to drop his meal - snapping her neck to prevent her from running off, yet managing not to kill her. Ayras, himself, doesn't notice the frozen dew as he begins to move, porting from place to place, incapacitating his victims in one way or another. What normally takes him no less than half an hour is accomplished in five minutes, and it's not long before Ayras is once again back to feasting on his previous victim, the handmaiden. Satoshi, she would have seen quite the show as Ayras dispatched no less than seventy five elves. Give or take a dozen or so.

Satoshi has seen quite the show indeed, enough to leave even a predator like herself looking a few shades paler than her usual light tone. "Mon dieu..." With the words her spell releases itself back into puddles of dew to soak the clothes of the freshly dispatched elves. And from there, she has little else she can do but wait for his feasting to be over with, during which her boot taps impatiently against the wall.

Drathir : And wait Satoshi would, for quite some time, each body taking at least five minutes to drain to satisfaction. And so, quite a time later Ayras comes, walking, to where Satoshi waits with her impatience, his chin bloody from his many kills. "My apologies to keep you waiting."

Satoshi shrugs as she slips off the wall, taking a moment to shake limbs half-asleep from idleness. Sawyer gives a few short sneezes as he lifts his head from his paws, having taken a nap during the feast. "You -did- need it, after taking a blade for me. Only fair to wait, non?" The lapse of time has brought her accent back to its usual pattern, despite her still being in assassin gear.

Drathir nods, ruffling the woman's hair. "My thanks for waiting. Your spell certainly sped things along." He looks down to his shirt and curses. "Gods be damned, now I need a new shirt."

Satoshi said to Drathir, "I'll buy you a new one, since the dagger damaged it first, technically."

Drathir shakes his head, chuckling. "It's quite all right, Satoshi. However, I've a pyromancer who needs my attention and will fret enough over the shirt, and I'm sure you've a tiefling you want to...cuddle...with." He manages to actually perform his portal spell, this time, without poofing off to a new location. "Perhaps a faster means?"

Satoshi shakes her head as well. "No, I'll walk, thank you. Et, no tiefling to cuddle. He's... detained... with Frostmaw business." Waving farewell, the feline turns to leave, muttering about Kasyr as she goes, "Always making trouble... Worse than me..."