Mission 10
Doors slammed open behind Garrett. Quickly he scattered to a dark corner of the room, a little spooked from the sudden noise. A tall figure and the dancer who was preforming only minutes ago was now accompanying the overwhelming dark haired baron into his private museum. The dancer shared similar traits to Akira only her stage makeup made her yellowish skin lightly powdered for a more paler tone. That's probably why she looked familiar... just a little less annoying... "what is this?! I didn't order a cleaning to be done tonight!" the Baron raged as he scanned the room, finding empty cases that use to hold valuable antiques. I should have been long gone...not that would be challenging to leave now. Without much thought the thief started to move towards the baring doors.
The dancer was astound to a statue like state, looking frighted and tensed. Her eyes darting around as if random words were floating before her and was trying to organize them into some sort of sentience, to say anything that would break the silence "at lest this wasn't taken" the booming voice echoed, staring fondly at the serpent like gem "wh-wh-at is hat..." she started asking in a thick accent, eyes furrowed with concentration of a five year old child learning how to speak. "My most recent gift from a mysterious stranger, just gave it to me a few hours ago, they even gave me the plague for it an.." "your highness" A guard interrupted his master, poking his head in the door looking as if the room behind the wall can shield the rage from his employer "It's about time you showed up, care to explain this?" the baron waved his hand in annoyance. The guard only stared at him with eyes of a dead man, his skin turning ghostly white, no audible response left his lips. "well?! I don't have all night" his majesty demanded, starting his gate towards the frozen guard.
Making his way to the door by shuffling along the wall, Garrett noticed something peculiar about the guard, something that the baron wouldn't know until... Clang the guard collapsed to the floor, vital fluid began to pool in between the cracks, the woman shrieked as she stumbled to the corner, footsteps approached the scene, and dark cloaked figure obscured the doorframe "all right, that would add up to..." Akira casually mumbled into the room, hold pieces of paper and a pen looking up to see the wielded leader of the City and hysterical women in the corner "oh, he-"he started cheerfuly before the assassin can finish, the baron clenched at Akira's jacket, pinning him to the wall. The runner however looked un-phased by the act. Just before a word can escape his majesty's tongue Akria sighed "before you get all upset, I only killed a known criminal that disguised himself as noble... would you please let me down good sir" "what does that make you then?!" "a service..." he started before zoning out. A dark aura surrounded the assassin, clenching his jaw with a certain anger. Ignorant of the danger he is in the baron spoke in a demanding tone "a service to wh-" within a flash Akria hammered down his right arm to the crook of the barons elbow, head butting him in the process. I should've stopped by the refreshment table the observing thief smirked with entertainment.
With the giant stumbling back and unsheathed his longsword, Akira grabbed his right hand. Twisting the outstretched arm and kicked the baron's behind as he unarmed the blade. The cold blade met the royal neck with it's preys eyes in bewilderment of being bested by a lowly criminal. Red eyes glared into the barons as Akria lashed out "Where, did you get this..." "As if you're going to kill someone who has answers", the assassin turned head to make eye contact to the unusually calm woman, Akira spoke in a foreign language sounding level headed and sweet sounding, the anger seemly melted from her. The entertainer nodded and bowed from her knees, leaving the room with a gliding step. Right when the door shut behind them the rage returned, taking the head of the baron Akira smashed it to one of the glass cases. Cuts scattered across the victims face, but his highness still was unconvinced "silly rat thinks he can intimidate me by force, I.." Akira threw him down to the floor and began to recite foreign words to the baron his face changing from being high in mighty to fearful as the shadow continued "wh- what.. are you doing?" he groveled trying to sound confidant, Akira switched to another tongue one that is familiar "...by the woodsie lord bes cursies tis manfool ma-" "it was some cloaked man, for builders sake!" the bloodied baron broke, crouching Akira glared "what did he say" "Shield me from the Chaotic One...the Trickster in the woods...who lures the fool and-" Wham "answer the question!" the shadow runner demanded, his fist against the floor "he spoke of where it came from... some destroyed order"
No words escaped her, questions fogged the room but betrayal was the one that stuck. In a place that would hold power over hundreds of people why give it to the leader? Heaving up from her crouched position, Akira drew a poem from her throat the cold voice sent chills as she recited "call your drunken guards and slither to your hole. No longer shall you be enslaved by it's wretched coils, nor see it's false beauty and it's gift. You may tear this city brick by brick, beam by beam, to find my refuge but head these words. You will not find it." with the last line the baron scampered off, staring at the gem Akria sighed taking slow strides to the blue stone, hesitating for a moment before taking it "I thought you hid it" the Assassin spoke in an eery calm voice "I did, I even made sure no one fallowed" Garrett rebutted with much distance between himself and her as humanly possible, gripping on to a flash bomb, Akira stood there a shadow loomed over her as she calmly spoke "I know who fallowed you" with a quick motion the Runner rushed to the door, grabbed her dagger from the lifeless body and stormed out.