RP:The Off-Kilter Accomplice
Synopsis: SiN meets Lucila, a strange axe-wielding maniac.
Date: October 20th, 2017
Old Forest
The forest seems to only become more unruly now, as trees grow to gargantuan proportions. Their boughs reach to the sky, blocking out the twinkling of stars and the showering rays of the sun. The stocks of these plants are gnarled and menacing, in some places nearly resembling scowling visages. The twittering of birds is lost in the dense brush; the world so tightly compacted, so as not to echo at all. Faint light can be seen north and west, and far east of here. Southward is as dark and desolate as the surroundings, although the forest seems to have reluctantly parted recently, offering a small walkway, through which a noticeable amount of foliage has been ravaged.
Lucila skulks through the gnarled woods, hacking obtruding brush away with violent swings of her hatchet. The handle of her rusty lantern creaked as it was swung around. Light glinted off of Lucila's mask with every back swing of the ax and the lamp was brought forward to compensate for the shift in weight. Navigating this forest at night is treacherous enough, even worse when unfamiliar with the terrain... and thus Lucila hacked her way through the twisted flora while practically moving in circles.
SiN was accompanied by three men this evening, each draped in a long black coat of sorts. Out of the three, one in particular looked fairly nervous. "H-hey, Sin... where we going? Cenril's the other way." She kept he back turned to the trio as she lead on, the collar of her duster obscuring all but the top of her vibrant pink hair. She said not one word in reply. The larger of the three men, the bald one, half-snorted through his nose as he remarked, "Surprise. You'll see." This still did not ease the other. "C-can we make it quick? I need to get back. I need to go collect f-for you." Heeled boots stop dead in their tracks, and so to did the three tag-a-longs. The woman known as SiN turned to face the nervous man, her manic eyes boring into his. "Michael. Do you think I'm stupid?" she asked. "W-what? No way! Smartest woman I know!" would be his reply. "Then why did you think you could steal from me?" Suddenly the other two accomplices seized the nervous Michael by his arms. "S-Sin! I didn't do nothin'! I swear! You gotta believe me!" From the pocket of her duster, SiN removed a large oval-shaped stone; The larger bald man was quick to seize Michael by the jaw and squeeze, forcing his mouth open. it barely fit, but she managed to cram the stone into his gaping maw while he tried to protest. "Michael. I'm not h-" Her words would fall flat as the sound of movement entered the area. As Lucila's masked features came into view, SiN and her two companions stared in silence; Michael being the only one to let loose muffled screams, his forest green eyes looking to the newcomer for help.
Lucila hesitated for a moment when she noticed the other group. Her grip tightened on the hatchet when the initial shock went away. Heads were counted twice just to be sure. It took another moment or so to try and work out the situation before her. Lucila set her lantern down beside her and rested against a nearby tree. 'Sin' and her other two lackeys were given a nod of approval. "Don't let me... get in your way..." Lucila said in barely more than a whisper.
SiN stared at Lucila; Her eyelids never even fell, not once. The newcomer's indifference caused Michael to scream his muffled scream even louder, begging and pleading as much as he could for Lucila to help him. The large bald man was agitated now, and swung a fist as hard as he could into the underside of Michael's jaw. Teeth met stone, and with no room for them to budge, they wound up breaking under the force of the blow. Like brittle candy Michael's teeth broke apart, falling to the ground with the ensuing flow of crimson. Still, SiN stared at Lucila. Still, she would not blink. In fact, she had been motionless the entire time. Michael fell to his knees, muffled agonized screams turned to sobbing. "What'ye want to do with'm, Sin?" finally asked the thug whom had been silent this entire time. There was a reaction this time. A blink. However, this was not a blink as one would with their eye; No this would be a blink of the flesh. One moment she was at distance, close to her companions, and the next she would simply appear no more than a foot away from the newcomer. She looked into the eye holes of that strange mask, her words following a sinister grin. "My my, what have we here? What a peculiar... face you bare."
Lucila refitted her grip one finger at a time while Michael was getting 'the business'. The woman tensed up; nerves, excitement, or just the chill of the night. Suddenly 'Sin' was right before her. Lucila braced herself with her free hand against the tree, and her footing spreading for better stability. The ax was turned, blade ready for a quick slash across... if necessary. 'Sins unflinching stare was returned just the same. "You can have my spare... if you ever lose yours," Lucila replied. Her tone leaned comedy, but her tensed form hinted otherwise.
SiN reached into the pocket of her duster and pulled free something dingy and yellow; It unfolded as she took it from the bottom, showcasing a twisted smiley face. Holding it up over her features, the woman comments, "Look at that. I found my spare." Those grey-blue hues turned momentarily to gaze upon the fallen man, a nod issued to the other two accomplices. The bald man put his foot atop Michael's shoulders and pushed down, causing the other to whimper and tremble in fear of what may happen to him. "Now, I must ask. How do I know that when we are finished here, you won't run off to the local guard and speak of what took place?" This question was posed for Lucila, made obvious when Sin turned back to face her. The faux face was lowered to the assassin's side, studious glance shifting over the axe wielding stranger with a slight curiosity. Something was off with this one- What exactly?
Lucila gave a muffled chuckle at the strange yellow mask. Her company was certainly interesting. Poor Michael was set up on the non-existent chopper's block, and this seemed to excite the masked woman even more. 'Sin' expressed her concerns-- which was understandable, all things considered. "I could..." Lucila said with laboured breath, spinning her ax in place in agitation. The woman tilted her head to where the lantern light caught in her wanting stare. Michael was the focus of that gaze... "...help."
SiN was, for the first time, completely taken aback. There had been a slight lean to her posture originally, but now she stood completely erect, her shoulders even arching backward a little. What an interesting development! Those black painted lips slithered their way into a sly little grin as she opened up her duster and pulled a small little pouch out of the breast pocket. It was opened and tipped, a small pinch of a powdery substance dusted onto the back of her hand. She looked back toward Michael and snorted the strange substance, eyes rolling shortly after into the back of her head. When the wave of euphoria passed, the cigarette concealed behind her ear was set upon the assassin's lips and ignites, the exhale of smoke sent billowing up into the night sky. The entire time she had been thinking about the offer, debating whether or not she should allow this strange girl to participate. Sin always enjoyed doing her own dirty work- but in the end, if the victim was dead, what did it matter who actually took the finishing blow. "Well. That would put my mind at ease." she finally said. "Show me what you got, dollface." Sin took a few steps back and extended one arm out toward Michael, a gesture for Lucila to be her guest and make a move.
SiN used 1 pixie dust, depleting 1 stamina.
Lucila needed this. It's one thing cutting up vegetation, but a person... There was no hesitation from her once the boss' OK was given. Lucila dragged her weapon through the dirt as she casually walked over to Michael's bent body. It was raised behind her with one hand, then the butt of the ax was smashed into the man's left shoulder. Up again, then his right shoulder. The pace of the beating grew faster with Michael's cries. It wasn't long until Lucila readied the blade. She wasn't going to waste too playing while on someone else's time. Lucila gripped the wooden handle with both hands above her before driving the thick blade home into the base of Michael's skull. It took her a moment to dislodge it before making one more chop for good measure. The woman's ragged silk clothing was tainted plenty red after the wetwork was finished, but it didn't seem to phase her at all. Sin was turned to for approval.
SiN took a slow drag off of her cigarette, eyes glued to the unfolding action taking place. The two goons watched on with a grin, both knowing full well that this was deserved in the end. Nobody crosses SiN. With that sickening crack sounding out with the weapon's penetration, the assassin 's eyelids lifted with a sadistic enjoyment of the sound. The whole act itself had her quite excited. This girl certainly didn't fall far from the crazy tree; And she sure as hell didn't need the taint of corruption, bless her heart. Casual footsteps closed the distance between SiN and Lucila, that manic gaze focused solely on that masked face. Black nails reached out and caressed the side of the identity concealing object as she finally spoke. "You showed no hesitation. I... like that. Tell me, are you sick and twisted all on your own, or are you in the line of work? That is, are you currently paid to carry out such acts?"
Lucila wiped off the gore onto the corpse's back. He surely wouldn't mind now. The ax murderer stood there panting absorbed in the moment. Sin touching the mask caused Lucila to start to turn away, probably due to habit, but remained still enough through self control. Her dark, wavy hair brushed against Sin's fingers with the slight movement. "Alone... No one pays," she replied. Enjoying herself like this for a living beats a lot of other things she could do for pay. The other two mooks were given another look-over. Seeming content with them, Lucila turned to look their boss in the eyes once more. "Do you wish to pay?" she asked. Simple, and to the point.
SiN took another drag off of her cigarette and tosses it to the earth, the leather toe of her boot butting the thing out. Upon exhale, she glances from one henchman to the other, almost seeing if they had any sort of objection. Obviously, they knew better. "Give her his cut." she spoke with a grin. Long, pink bangs fell forward with the gentle nod of the assassin's head. "I need... friends. Like you. This sort of thing isn't exactly everybody's cup of tea, as I'm sure you understand. And most, can not be trusted for as far as you could throw them. Friggin' ingrates. You do everything in your power to make people happy, but they always want more." A miniature venting. "Anyhow. If you are interested in more of these sort of fun and games, venture to the city of the damned, Vailkrin. Ask for SiN, or Smiley at the Hanging Corpse. Never. Orphyn. Ever." She tucks her hands into her pockets, "Until then, I've got a few things to take care of. Later sweets." A playful wink was flashed at Lucila, thise next words cold and curt toward the ones she had traveled with. " Get rid of the body. I want the head. Make sure you don't forget to tell the rest of the idiots what happened." With those instructions, SiN turned and began to quietly travel east, toward the now nearly empty city of Cenril.
SiN gave 2000 gold to Lucila.
Lucila mused over the weight of the coin. The beginning it symbolized was much heavier than the metal it was made of. "Smiley, uh... Sin... Never Orphyn? Okay," she confirmed. It was confusing to say the least, but this definitely didn't feel like something to ask about. Lucila nodded at Sin's departure, and to the other lackeys as well. "Again soon... 'Friend'," she said before turning to leave as well. The lantern was retrieved, and the woman went back to her hackin' and slashin' through the woods.