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Elysia wanders through the village at night, looking for a victim. She then spots a dark figure in the royal garden in the distance. Perfect. She approaches the figure, then hears the sobs. "Need a tissue?" She snickers, because this was none other than a member of the Eagle Eye. "Wow. I heard rumors there was stuff going down tonight, but to see one of you live and in person is just... Well, you're not exactly as scary as they say." She says, sneering at the tearful assasin. |
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Tornado scoffed, turning his cries into a chuckle before starting to actually laugh. "Ever been abandoned by the stallion who took you in? Raised you? Protected you after you let a single victim out of the over 200 on the list right now?!" He boomed, still laughing. "Went from being a right hand to a door guard, ha! Man revenge is one of my favorite words for reasons." The colt sneered, sending out a whistle to which Gold, the hulking draft seemed to fade in beside him. "Hm?" He asks quietly, Tornado leaning in. "Prince had been found, slit throat, usual move by him. Heard some screeches, probably somebody else. Either he came back and got the other targets or some foal's in trouble." He mused, the two nodding and flipping their hoods up before seeming to disintigrate into thin air. _--_--_--_ Aztec was in his cave, looking through numerous maps. He had the blade he used to kill of Hope with displayed in a glass case, her blood still on it. He sighed, muttering under his breath as he marked off targets who'd they'd killed, adding the paper to the now meter tall stack. |
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Elysia found it amusing that a literal assasin was playing the victim. "Ok, BUDDY, if your life is already so bad, why are you telling me this? For all you know, I could be a castle guard in diguise." She sighs, knowing this conversation was going to go nowhere. "And, if you're abondoned, why are you still with one of the members of the Eagle Eye? If you know what's good for you, anyone dumb enough to take in a colt that they will later abondon deserves to have some trouble on their hands. Aztec deserves to pay, and I can help you. No one says there can't be a little Carnage." She grins. Elysia may have had a troubled past, but there was no way she would pass up an oppertunity to have a little blood on her otherwise spottles hooves. |
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"For all you know, I could have figured out your name and have already sent in messages to put you on the waiting list, and let me tell you. Some we may play nice, others, such as when Queen Hope was finally finished off the list and left on display, we don't do so nicely. And also, I have no life besides this. Once you join, your reputations ruined, can't get a job, everybody knows you as the bad guy. Which is fine with me, since my job for now is basically just tag along, kill some horse off, get back. Pretty fun if you ask me. Anyways, miss, carnage is nice. Just not today." He said, turning and heading out. Tornado made his way back to the den, noting Aztec was gone. _-_-_-_-_ Aztec was silent as he made his way through the woods, face shadowed black by his hood, amber eyes gleaming with rage. |
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"Listen, I've seen a lot of death in my life, too. Death is normal. In fact, I could kill you here and now. I wouldn't even need a list. So watch your back, or you might be the next one to die tonight." She yells, smirking. If she could kill an assassin, well, she could kill just about anyone. She knew they can't kill her. Not even if they tried. She knew she was better than all of them combined. But she wouldn't kill tonight. As much as she would love to, maybe there were other uses for her skills. Maybe she could take over the Eagle eye from the inside out. But first, she would need to gain their trust. Making death threats to the kingdoms most fierce assassins has got to make some sort of impression. She just wasn't sure what kind yet. |
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Aztec stalked through the trees, watching the entire exchange of Tornado and the mare. Once Tornado left, he walked out half way into the moon light. "So has he, was born into it." He muses, shifting his hoof. "Without a list, huh? My, you seem unorganized, and I can tell you like to work alone, Elysia. So do I, must say, it's the better alternative. Trying to make a group of sinchronized itdiots is a tiring task in my opinion. Anyways, my point, do you have any information of Princess Eva? She was our target, still that IDIOTIC EXCUSE OF A COLT let her run off." He said, voice filled with its usual venom. "Not saying you have to, as of now i'm busy enough. So, back to it, Princess Evalanche. Any ideas?" Aztec asked, letting out a small huff as he shifted his cloak so only his bottom legs were exposed. |
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"Princess Evalanche? Eva died years ago. She is NOT a princess. How do you even know about her? You guys are wierder than I thought. And yes, I do work alone, but unlike you, I don't kill for vengeance. I kill when people need or deserve to die. My main buisness is killing people that are hated by other people. Someone who needs to die. I'm good at my job. Spectacular, even. Anyways, I haven't seen Eva in forever. How in the world would I know anything about her." She replies. She could kill him, even. |
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Aztec was quiet for a moment, rethinking everything. "So then who was that filly we've been wasting time on? Anyways, thanks for your time. Don't have to kill anybody this run, lovely but disgusting." He mused, turning a taking a two steps before seeming as if he was a layer on art and somebody lowered the opacity all the way. Gone. |
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