Anastasia, to put it very mildly, was pissed off. She'd been meaning to spend the day with her thoughts, relaxing in a nice resort-like area, but no- one of her most frequent clients had hired her out to stop some other assassin from killing some meaningless girl she couldn't care less about. And, seeing how he was most likely skilled, she'd had to trudge along the journey with all of her best weapons attached to her in some insanely uncomfortable way- knives in her hair, strapped to her legs, in her boots, and across her ribcage, and a newly found rapier strapped across her back. And the armor, well, the armor was the worst part. She typically never wore it, but, seeing as this was a task out of he ordinary, she'd made an exception and strapped on the expensive form-fitting pieces with dread. But, she was able to keep the clatter of metal on metal down as she stalked through the forest, going on pure instinct (alongside the voices' advice) to find this man. So, as soon as she silently approached the sight of a slim girl lounging on on a rock by the stream, she quickly made to hide behind the tree, nearly melting into the shadows.
Tilting her head slightly as she finally noticed the snakes bent to the will of the girl's command, a small smile touched Anastasia's lips. She'd always wished she'd been born with some sort of ability, but, in a way, she was glad for it. The business in waco she felt with required a lot of credit, and, as she was so talented and worked her way up to her level by pure force and practice on her part, she could demand. early any job at any price. She slipped a careful knife into her hand- taken from the inside of her leg- and began to adjust her grip on the slim weapon. It's dark black blade seemed to nearly absorb the darkness, and no glint from the sun reflected off of it and revealed her position.
A grin played over Anastasia's lips as she saw what the voices told her was the assassin. Or a assassin, at least. Perhaps she would kill him too, just to set the voices at ease and quiet them for a little. They were her only friends, but sometimes she just needed silence within her head. Step out, the voices hissed at her. Let them know you're here. Give them time to run. She might let the girl stay alive. After all, maybe she would be nice. Maybe. So, Anastasia broke away from the tree, walking out into the clearing with a large, toothy smile. "Well, isn't this a party!" she exclaimed, running a long fingernail down the blade of the knife.
"Lil old me?" Anastasia asked, placing her free hand on her chest. "You can call me Harlequin," she told her with a burble of laughter. She knew that names had a certain power to them, and Anastasia was a name for the weak- so she'd stopped calling herself that in public. All of her clients knew her as The Harlequin, and that was all they needed to know. Her black cloak billowed in the wind as she walked towards them, playing with the knife and tossing it in the air like she was a child, fascinated. "Now who are you? Both of you?" she asked as she pointed the knife at each of them.
Anastasia frowned at him, a deep pout that anyone who knew her and what her expressions meant would fear. "Why do you question my question? It makes the voices angry," she told him as she tapped her temple with a long, delicate looking finger. "And when the voices are mad," Anastasia paused as she took a step towards him and the girl. "They yell. And that makes me mad. And you know what happens when the voices make me mad?" she continued, her high voice lacing with anger. "I listen to them and follow their advice. And right now, they're telling me to kill one of you."
((ees okay))Anastasia laughed, a high pitched noise that sounded like a gerbil sneezing, before darting out of the way with a surprising amount of speed. However, she wasn't fast enough, as the end of her cloak caught aflame, and soon the whole back was covered in flickering fire, With her free hand, she ripped it off and chucked it aside. "Both of you are so funny!" she exclaimed with a giggle. "But that was my favorite cloak. And now it's gone. That makes me sad."She hadn't expected them both to be magic users, but her insanity kept her from dwelling into the unsafe state of fear. Without warning, she danced around the girl before whipping her knife at him, not aimed for the heart, but for the hand. She'd see how talented he truly was, and at the same time, observe to see what the girl could do, and if she cared for his safety.
Surprise shot through Anastasia as the girl jumped in front of the knife. However, even more shock overtook her at the arrows. The voices kept her from showing it; they pasted a giddy smile over her face as she nimbly dodged the first two. But, her luck didn't last, and she only had a moment to cover her chest with her armored arms as she jumped back, and the other arrows struck her chest. Fortunately, her armor was strong, but that didn't stop some from piercing the thick metal and digging holes in her legs, arms, and abdomen.
Anastasia sighed as she watched both him flee and the life flee from the girl's eyes. What a shame, it was, that she had to be injured in the process. But what did she deserve? Sympathy, for taking on two magic wielders, a task she knew she couldn't handle? No, all she could do was prove him wrong and escape from there with life still within her. That way, when they met again and she returned to kill him, she could laugh while he took his last breathes. Oh, how he'd pay for siding with the other girl. She grit her teeth as she pushed herself to a sit, carefully peeling a roll of bandages out of a fold in her burnt cloak. Stripping off the armor was a painful process, and while the air on her fresh wounds wasn't the most helpful, she knew she needed to get herself patched up, or face the laughing face of death, the mocking sight of the grim reaper. The bandages weren't the best applied, but they'd work, she supposed. They'd have to. Pushing herself to her feet, she grabbed what was left of her food rations from the night before and another roll of bandages from her discarded cloak before straightening her posture, muttering a curse, and setting out on her stumbling journey home. (( was that good? ))
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