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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 8:39:59 GMT -5
The agents who'd been selected for a special task, are asked to report to a safe house established by the Cave Network, to receive their assigment (OOC: If you posted a character in Recruitment Thread, please post here. All characters are approved as posted.)
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 8:47:55 GMT -5
Sasha Waters sauntered into the house. She came quietly, drawing no attention to herself. Her attire was plain and simple, her weapons concealed except for a single visible dagger at her side.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 8:51:44 GMT -5
Saxon Cave stood, arms folded in front of him, beside a fire place, which was now merely embers. At his right hand stood Tomas Hill, rumored to be his bastard, wearing ringed mail, and a sword on his hip, and a brother of the Night's Watch that most knew as Ben Flowers in blackened mail and concealed by his cloak. Ben smiled and waved at Sasha as she entered, smiling warmly. It was an open secret among the networks that the smiling man, Flowers, who loved children and small animals, was the most ruthless killer in the organization, dispatched to clean up after those who had failed Cave one time too many.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:00:55 GMT -5
She smiled warily at Ben. She tried not to make friends among Lord Cave's employees. Working for Cave got her money, but that was all that mattered. Her life was her own, otherwise, and she preferred to keep work and personal matters aside.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 9:03:33 GMT -5
"Thank you for coming on short notice," Saxon said softly, "please help yourself to some wine and food, you will find among it, some of your favorite morsels, I have no doubt."
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Post by Sam on Oct 15, 2013 9:06:43 GMT -5
Markus Roxton arrived shortly after. Five daggers of varying sizes hung at his belt, and another was secreted in each of his boots.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:09:43 GMT -5
"My thanks, m'lord. Didn't have time to eat first," Sasha explained.
As she looked over the food and drink, Sasha saw Roxton arrive. She took a tankard of ale and some bread and cheese to nibble on while she waited for the others.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 9:11:14 GMT -5
"Markus, you old dog, how do you do?" Ben said gregariously, outstretching his hand to shake Markus' firmly.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 15, 2013 9:36:50 GMT -5
Dickon Lemonwood entered and greeted the room with a mock salute. He instantly made his way towards the table of food and drink, which he considered an important part of his payment. His eyes caught a tantalizing plate of chicken. After a brief sniff for poisons, Dickon began munching on the poultry impatiently.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 9:44:12 GMT -5
"When you are all here, we will begin," Saxon said calmly. "You know how I hate repeating myself."
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:44:13 GMT -5
Sasha looked over at Dickon. "Our master wouldn't poison his own," she informed him. "Not like this."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 15, 2013 9:54:06 GMT -5
Dickon's eyes flickered over towards the brown-haired girl, "Well look who's feeling talkative today." He swaggered over. "Miss Waters. I believe you owe me a kiss." He said grinning, his red teeth bared.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:56:43 GMT -5
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't kiss men I work with. How many times must I tell you? If you want kisses, find some whore to service you."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 15, 2013 9:59:03 GMT -5
"Whore's cost money." He shrugged. "And look at you, calling Master and bending over. Didn't think you were the type."
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 10:02:04 GMT -5
Sasha glared at Dickon. "Fine, then, the man who pays our wages. It makes no matter to me. Besides, it don't hurt to be polite about a man in his own hearing. And 'sides, I never bend over. Not for nobody."
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Hope you all are well and happy.