Masyaf RP

[Sparkles]

The wind rushed up past her as she let gravity and her energy pull her back down to the ground. She landed lightly and a little dust blew up around her feet. As she walked forward, the ribbons on her arms brushed her legs gently, and the loose strands of her hair flicked back and forth over her bare shoulders. "Again, I think" she smiled at Morgana kindly. "Because, Wren, if you manage to catch me while I'm in the air; it'll help with not only your speed; but your jumping as well" Llyka rubbed the werewolf's neck before taking off onto the roof.

She lived out of the city a little way; in her own built up home. It had the same elegance as the fortress; bit on a much smaller scale. And with her own touch.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Morgana was panting after her previous run, having failed to catch her mistress yet again. But at the comforting and encouraging words her ears perked and she gave an excited whine like sound, turning her black gaze to follow her mistress up onto the rooftop.
She flung herself almost ferally at the wall and began climbing with alarming speed, hauling herself up onto the rooftop and hurtling after Llyka on all fours, trying to keep her tongue from lolling around.
Ferocious beast she may be, but when she was training with her master, she let herself go a little, enjoying the running more then anything else in the world.

[Elario Luminus]

The slave merchant stood on a large deck which was situated against the bliff face on the west side of the city, with an assortment of adolescent males tied up to a wooden beam overhead.
'Come one, come all! I have the best range of slaves you will find in all of Masyaf! Take this one for example.'
He stepped backward and roughly grabbed one boy's face.
'See his features; muscle, perfect for the stable and the bellows; good hands, excellent for households. And I belive, although I will not show you now, he's good in that department, too! Great price for him, and for the rest!
He continued on like that.

Atop a small building, a figure stood tall against the always-dark clouds. His sword glistened in a small sliver of sunlight, and he shifted so the merchant wouldn't see him. Or his partner, for that matter.

Altair turned to his partner.
'So, the Creed wants us to assassinate this merchant. It won't be easy. Look;' he pointed across to another building to his right.
'Archers. A trio. And over in the north section; another two sets. Those, plus the guards down there......who are all Templar Knights......how the Hell did they get into Masyaf? Oh well, it don't matter anyway. So; loud and proud? Or silent and deadly? I ain't fussed with either direction, to be honest. Burn him, slash him, stab him, bolt him; whatever. I say assassinate; blade in the crowd. Could be fun. You circle left; I'll go right. Make sure you get any Archers in your way this time.'
Altair went into a half-crouch and sprinted along the wall, leaping from the edge and free-stepping across two poles, finally grabbing a ledge beneath the first set of Archers. He shimmied along the ledge, then silently climbed up. He slowly walked up behind one Archer and flicked his left wrist, producing his Hidden Blade. He quickly stepped forward, stabbing the Blade into the Archers neck. He turned and shot the other Archer with his crossbow, then dashed around to the right of the slave merchant.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Lance stood silently, arms folded behind his partner Altair, who stood surveying their latest target. His eyes were cast down, but upon being adressed he looked up, eyes silently flicking to the left where Altair had suggested he go.
With a silent nod he unfolded his arms.
"Sinch." He said casually before darting off in the specified direction, grabbing the ledge at the feet of several archers, her launched himself up, kicking one in the face before pulling out Majesty, his large broad blade and swinging it around casually, once his movements were done the remaining archers fell down dead.

Lance then turned his attention down into the street, memorizing the positions of the Templar knights before he jumped down into the street, landing casually as if nothing had happened.
Spotting Altair he crept silently around the merchant from the left, sheathing Majesty before drawing Morim.
He'd wait for Altair's signal before he made another move, so instead he busied himself with assessing the templar knights again, noting that they kept on the down low... obviously aware that the owners of this city were not friends of theirs in any way.

[Sparkles]

Llyka took the corners with ease and flew up to the tip of the builing; a sharp spike emmited from the center. She closed her eyes and concentrated. The distance couldn't be climbed as it was made of metal. Silver. She balanced effortlessly with one toe pointed down touching the sharp point to hold her on; her balance perfect. "If you can reach this height we'll go into the city and buy you a toy"
Meaning a human toy... to... 'play' with.

[Elario Luminus]

Altair saw Lance and dropped down, quickly blending in with a group of Scholars. Putting his hands together in a praying motion, he shot a look at Lance, telling him to start slowly taking out the Templars. The Scholars took him up to the stage, and across it to, for them at least, give the slaves blessing.

Altair had a blessing for them. Freedom? Yeah, that sounded right.

The Scholars and Altair made their way near to the slave merchant. As they got to the target, Altair split from the group and slowly came up behind the slave trader, now not in blend. He unsheathed his Hidden Blade again and slipped it into the merchant, who groaned slightly as Altair stepped backward into the Scholars. The merchant dropped, as the citizens watching gasped. A templar rushed forward, crouching over the trader's body.
'Who saw what happened here!?'

Altair chuckled to himself as the Scholars slowly progressed off the stage.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Wren gave another whine as she looked up at her mistress hovering high above, she knew what the needle was made of by its strange smell. It took her a moment to build up the courage but with a 'toy' as her motivation she soon found herself crouched low to the ground. With a wiggle of her tail she sprang upwards, her lithe furred muscles rippling with the movement as she surged forth, claws raking the air near the tip of the spire.

Lance gave a simple nod at Altair's gesture, fading back into the crowd inconspicuously.
He crept up behind one templar, Morim in hand.
"Pity..." He whispered in the templar's ear, letting his voice hiss a little, as the slave trader dropped dead, Altair's job done with the usual flare. Before the templar could even turn or speak up whipped morim, slicing open the man's throat.
He made a gagging noise and one of his accomplices turned, only to be blinded by the spray of blood from the dead man's throat.
He never saw who did it though, and he turned in time to find another templar a small distance dying from a stab from behind.
The templar drew his sword, startling the crowd around him, but it did not take long for him to die as well.

Lance then fled for the roof, reaching it easily as he knelt and watched the chaos below. He was struggling, perhaps he should have shed less blood? It was only now that he realised how thirsty he was getting, his control was faltering around blood, he stared at the red liquid as it seeped into the sandy ground, he could feel his senses pricking, the urge to go suck every last person in the square dry.
He hissed and shook his head before stepping away from the building edge, to wait for Altair... tonight he would need to feed.

[Sparkles]

Llyka felt Morgana's claw scrape past her foot and quickly jolted off of the needle-sharp spear. She landed back on the ground beside Wren and smiled in encouragement. "Well done. I believe that that has been your highest jump yet." she looked up and nodded; confirming it. "Come. Kaytar should be back soon; And I'll want you cleaned by that time so he doesn't become sensitive to human blood again" she rolled her eyes at the memory and chuckled to herself as she stepped off of the roof and started to walk in the direction of the city. "Run and get dressed before you catch up, hon"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Morgana gave a wolfish grin as she sat obediently as her mistress spoke, when finally she was done, and she told her to go get dressed the black shaggy canine stood and raced along the rooftops back to the storehouse where she'd left her stuff.
The transformation was of course, painful, but once she was human she adorned her clothes and then raced off with the same lithe speed as when she was in her wolf form, catching up with her mistress.
"Wren did good?" She asked joyfully.

[Elario Luminus]

Altair stepped from the group of Scholars, still smirking. As soon as he did so, however, a Templar Knight spotted him and drew his sword.
'Assassin! Get him!'
The rest of the Templars heard the shout, and saw their comrade charging at the now-retreating Altair, also drawing their swords and yelling in anger.

Altair sprinted back to the building he dropped from, rapidly climbing it, using window ledges, cracks and small protrusions as a crude ladder. He looked up and saw an Archer standing above him, crossbow leveled at his head. Altair, quick as a flash, jumped up and over the Archer. He turned sharply and impaled him with his sword, twisting sharply to tear it out of him. A Templar climbed up the side of the building, closely followed by his comrades. Upon seeing them, Altair free-stepped across beams, poles and rooftops.
'Lance, get out of the Market area! They know we're here!'

[Sparkles]

Llyka and Morgana arrived at the scene very fast after they heard the commotion. SHe straight away noticed the slaves being freed, and the assasins leaving. "Wren... Choose your toy and bring it with us... we'll be saying in the city tonight and we won't be needing to be so quick..." she said in a half distracted tone. Those around her let out small screams from her fast arrival and her appearance as a vampire... but also as a demon. Never a safe mix to be standing next to in a crowd. But she ignored them; watching the assassin; her arms crossed in a bored fashion. She never wore shoes of any kind; yet her stockings never frayed or broke when in contact with even the roughest ground. She felt someone step on one of her feet, which made her instantly look down to the foot, and up to the man; who was so obviously a Vampan. He was cowing backwards into the crowd at the moment he'd registered his mistake. She tilted her head at him and brought up one hand; curling a finger; indicating for him to come closer. He gulped and moved forward reluctantly. "What's your name?" she asked him; her voice like a seductive poison.
"Ch-Cha-" he stopped and took a deep, shakey breath.
Llyka smiled, "Nevermind. Wren can name you. hon; I found one for you." she continued o smile.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Wren had begun picking through the crowd casually, grabbing boy after boy in her gentle but firm grasp before releasing them indifferently.
"Ffrsh" She grumbled, noting the commotion with a bored sort of gaze.
Her attention was averted however when her mistress announced she'd found the perfect one.
Wren hurried over, her long flowing skirt billowing around her legs as she stared at her new 'toy' through glittering, eager black eyes.

Lance turned his pinging senses away from the chaos of the street below and began his easy progress, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, dodging any weapons that were thrown to try and hinder him.
However, he could feel his thirst beginning to get the better of him, so he jumped down in an obscure alley.
Keep going Altair... i will have to catch up later. He called with his mind, hoping his partner would pick up on the projection.

[Elario Luminus]

Altair leaped across a gap between two houses, his pet eagle swooping near him, screeching. He quickly stepped behind a wall, blending into the shadows cast by the burning sun.
Of course, mate. Do what you need to do. I'll lose these damn Templars. They shouldn't be in our city. I'll head to the Creed Master. Talk to him about the problem.
He waited for the Templars to stop nearby.
'Where is he!? I saw him around here somewhere....spread out! See if you can find him!'
Their swords drawn, the Knights spread around the rooftop, carefully searching every area possible for Altair to hide. Altair groaned loudly, then sprinted out of the shadows towards another house roof, leaping across the gap.
'There he is! Get him! Kill the Assassin!
Altair free-stepped across a couple of beams, then leaped off the wall. A wall that was at least one hundred feet in the air.

The Daemon plummeted from the roof top, landing roughly in a cart of hay. He waited for a while until he could hear the Templar Knights again.
'Damn, we lost him.'
Altair climbed out of the hay, startling a Vampire Citizen. he grinned and bowed.
'Sorry.'
He strode down the street, blending into the crowd.

[Renegade]

Dairon had been watching the his target as it had ran from the Templars. He didn't understand why they were here, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting what he was sent for. The blood of a Daemon, going by the name of Altair. As he normally did, he pondered briefly on who wanted him dead, and why. But he quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind, it would do nothing to keep him focused. He silently followed Altair, jumping from rooftops, keeping track of him as he blending in with the citizens. "I could strike now" He thought. "No. Too many variable. Especially with the Templars' presence in the city.". He continued following silently,waiting for an opportune time, this was no ordinary target, after all. This was one of the first challenging targets the Order had given him for years. He couldn't mess this up.

[Sparkles]

Llyka walked on; knowing that Wren would follow with her Vampan treat. The man seemed too shocked and scared to talk at all. As they walked; the crowd seemed to part a little for her. Out of fear or respect she didn't care at all. They walked until they came to the 'Devilish Dream' Inn.
She went inside and was given her keys very quickly. They forgot to charge her; or maybe the bartender was preoccupied with his eyes and got distracted. Either way - his loss. She wouldn't have paid anyway.
When they got to her room she passed it and opened up the door. "Eat in there, hon. But try not to make a mess" she turned and left so that she could go and get a drink at the bar.