Forgot to squeeze this info into the story like I usually do, so I'll add it here:
Name: Lillian Beaufort
Age: 20
Appearance: Slim (a little slimmer than Evie), sharp facial features, with sharp eyes of which are green and hazel coloured. Thinly shaped eyebrows, the left one having a bold strip in the middle due to an accident in her younger years when playing with other children. Thick brown hair that flows halfway down her back, usually more often than not plaited, long fringe swept to the side, tucked up with grips sometimes. Skin colour isn't too pale.
Distinguishing features: Two piercings on the right cartilage of her ear. Snarling tiger tattoo on her left shoulder blade. A scorpion tattoo on the back of her right hand, of which she stabbed with a throwing knife to free her hand from under the Templars foot. Thick(ish) scar on her face from her right eyebrow all the way to her left cheek. Scar on right arm due to the fight with the Templar.
Fashion: Wears a gothic choker with a metal casting of a scorpion hangs from it, though its covered by a scarf wrapped around her neck. Hooded passed knee length black/reddish coat, lined with a silk red fabric that shows a small frill at the bottom. Black tight fitting trousers, with ankle high-heeled black boots.
Family: Cora Beaufort, mother (deceased, died to an infection). Ernest Beaufort, father (unknown, presumed dead). Vincent Beaufort, brother, 18 (whereabouts unknown). Sally Beaufort, 17, sister (whereabouts unknown. Ada Beaufort, 16, sister (whereabouts unknown).
Personality: Serious most of the time, but can be playful. Quite emotional if triggered. Honest and loyal to those she holds dear. Can be very stubborn. Will often sting with her words, sometimes by accident or on purpose. Feels guilt for attacking those she holds dear. Loves animals and family members, but won't admit the latter. Can be patient most of the time. Inclined to lose her temper if pushed to the limit.
It wasn't long before the train brought attention their way.
"Beautiful train you got here," someone was now heard, looking around the car which held the books and other such crap.
"If you say so," Jacob muttered under his breath.
"Miss Macbean was just telling me all about her. Name's Ned," the newly named stranger greeted, holding out a hand to however would shake it, Evie in this case. "I won't take up more of your time. If you want to learn a thing or two about the finest transit systems in the world, you can find me at this address."
He held out a card to Evie, who took it and pulled it away from her brother's reach. He groaned in protest until she handed it to him, she wasn't at all interested in that kind of thing.
"Might come in handy," Jacob thought, looking the card over as Evie searched through Kaylock's belongings.
Jacob Jumped over to the first car, which his sister had taken for herself, tore a map from the wall and headed back. Clearing crap from the desk he placed it down to look it over.
"Whitechapel is clear," he announced as Evie walked over to look with him. "That now leaves the City of London, Lambeth, Southwark, Thames, Strand and Westminster."
"Sounds like a piece of cake. One borough down now onto the rest."
Jacob turned to see Lillian now lounging on his sofa/bed with a drink in hand. "It will be when I start getting to work."
He walked over, taking the glass from her hand to down it in one go.
"Oi!" Lillian scowled as he placed the glass down on the desk to then head out.
Evie just kept her gaze lingering over the map, while Lillian turned her attention to the safe now.
"What's the combination?" she asked aloud.
Evie turned, looking to the safe before calling out to Agnes who stepped in to open it for them.
"8, 5, 7," she told them.
Lillian wasn't at all surprised to see a good stack of notes hidden in there.
"He left a good amount to get started," she said as she handed Evie the money.
"I think it would be best to pay half into the bank and the rest on us and the Rooks."
Agnes was put in charge of the accounting, which she'd already done for Kaylock, leaving Evie to gather and sort out other things.
"I suggest we invest in better weapons," Evie thought, while Lillian looked over her kukuri.
"I had intended to have this sharpened," Lillian mused.
"Then let's see what we can upgrade, shall we?"
Lillian nodded and followed the older twin out. Making a stop at one of the Rook bases, Evie asked if they knew anyone willing to craft some weapons for them. It lead them to a shop on the main street.
"Are you Clarence?"Evie now asked a man behind the counter.
"Who's asking," he questioned, eyeing the pair up. "If its Harold you can fuck off now. I'll pay when I'm good and ready."
"We were told you're in the black market," Evie went on as Lillian crossed her arms over her chest waiting.
"Whoever told you needs a..."
Evie slammed a few notes on the counter, cutting the man off.
"What'll you be needing, love?" he now smiled.
"Weapons," Evie told him.
He took the money from the counter and shouted to someone in the back.
"What is it?" an angry voice responded.
"Got customers," Clarence smiled at the pair.
"Well I'll be," the other was now heard more clearer coming into view. "What ye waiting for, get in here."
Evie looked to Lillian, who uncrossed her arms to then follow the older twin into the back.
"I don't have much at the moment, no clientele for a few years. You understand," he went on as the pair looked at his wares. "Anything you wish I'll make it you, for a price."
Evie looked over a kukri, it wasn't too fancy but it had the Assassin emblem on it.
"I'll take this one," she told him.
"Good choice," the man smiled.
"And for you?" he asked Lillian who was torn between keeping her scorpion kukri or one with a snake wrapped around the top part of the blade.
"I can't part with this," she told him, unsheathing her own.
He held out his hands for her to pass him the blade.
"Nice. Very nice craftsmanship," he smiled as he looked over the engraved writing upon it and chuckled "Feel my sting."
"Can you clean it up?" she asked hopeful.
"Clean it. Sharpen it," he nodded, running a finger against the dulling blade. "Take out the scratches. It'll be good as new, lassie."
"How long?" she asked.
"A few days," he told her.
She sighed but headed over to check the others again. Evie was now looking for another for her brother.
"I'll take the snake, I suppose."
"Very good choices," the man nodded, counting up the total cost.
Lillian paid for the repair of her kukri, while Kaylock's money paid for the three other kukri's. Evie slipped on the sheath that came with it, strapping it to her leg for easy access. while holding the one for Jabob. Lillian wasn't too pleased about giving her own kukri away, even if it was only for a few days. She held the other out at arm's length, twisting her wrist to get a good look at the blade in her hand before swinging it out in front of her a few times as if she was fighting an invisible enemy.
"I look forward to seeing you again."
Evie smiled and Lillian nodded before heading back out.
"Now to find Jacob," Evie thought, which wasn't too hard.
"Miss Frye," a Rook in a flat cap ran over panting slightly. "I've been looking all over for you."
"What is it?" she asked.
"It's your brother, he's got into a fight at the pub."
Evie rolled her eyes and sighed. "And?"
"Someone smashed a bottle over his head."
"Is he alright?"
"Yeah," the Rook nodded, but he's cursing up a storm. "Hit the barkeep for stabbing him in the head with a needle. No one else is sober enough to stitch him up."
Evie let out a breath. "Take me to him."
The Rook nodded and showed her the way.
"Evie!" Jacob grinned stupidly at her, ignoring her companion.
She walked over, moving his hand from his head along with the handkerchief that was coated in blood, pulled him so that he was bent over and poured the alcohol over his head.
"Fuck!" he hissed sharply, even as Evie now prodded the wound checking for glass.
She pulled a small shard from under the skin and threw it aside before stitching him up. Once done she folded up her own clean handkerchief, stuck it over the wound and threw on his flat cap.
"Thanks," Jacob said gruffly.
"Come on," she frowned as if he were a child.
He heaved himself up as Evie picked up the kukri intended for him and headed out.
"Well, I'm waiting." He sighed as soon as they were outside.
"I'm annoyed you're drunk," she huffed.
"Not fully," he corrected her.
She shook her head, reluctantly giving in and handing him the kukri.
"While you were out drinking, we went shopping."
"And you thought of me," he smiled, unsheathing the kukri to test it out.
"Hey, watch where you're waving that thing!" someone scolded as they passed them.
"Better than Christmas," he grinned as he swung it round even more.
The more Lillian was around him, the more she was starting to really miss Phillip. At least he was mature and not stupid like this idiot.
"Train, now!" Evie told him.
He huffed in annoyance but followed on, luckily the train had a schedule like the others so that there was no accidents. Which was luckily for them as at this time it would be at the Whitechapel station in fifteen minutes and it was thankfully a ten minute walk.
"How long before it arrives?" Jacob now complained. "I'm starving."
"Four minutes," Evie informed him as she slipped her pocket watch back into her coat.
He grunted as he took a seat, making a wealthy woman stand and walk off in disgust.
"Bloody hooligans," she complained.
"Bloody rich snobs," he retorted.
"Well I never!" she glared at him.
Jacob shook his head as he turned away from her, catching a glimpse of Lillian smiling. The train whistle brought his attention to the train, he stood and followed the pair inside to be greeted by Agnes.
"I got ye something cooked up at the pub," she told them. "It's on the table in the booth."
"Thanks Agnes," Evie nodded.
"Smells good," Jacob quickly slipped quickly through to sit down and eat.
They shared up the food, poured a round of drinks then headed for bed. Evie handed them all a blanket before getting settled in bed, Jacob on his sofa and Lillian taking the bench next to the booth. She actually sat up for a while thinking, it was her first night without anyone familiar to her.
"I wonder how Phillip's doing?" she sighed as she brought her knees up to wrap her arms around them. "I wonder how... No, stop thinking about them."
"Homesick?"
She was quite surprised to hear him of all people.
"I've not a had a home in years," she huffed.
He'd heard it all from Phillip, but wondered if she'd be willing to share. He walked over, standing by the booth.
"Phillip not told you my sad life story?" she asked bitterly.
"He said enough."
"Well, what do you want?" she frowned.
"I heard you talking to yourself," he shrugged. "Thought you were going mad."
"I'm not at your level yet," she retorted.
He smiled and turned to leave. "Well I know when I'm being told to get lost."
She heard the door close behind her and stood to close and lock the opposite one. Settling back down, she turned to face the back of the bench and pulled the blanket right over her face.
The train stuttered into life come morning, Lillian groaned as she pulled the blanket from her. She slept relatively well to say she was on the bench sofa and not laying on a bed. She threw off the blanket, got to her feet and unlocked the door.
"Wake up!" she heard Evie call, the sound of the groan following told her Jacob sure was hung over.
No sooner had she sat back down to fold up the blanket the door opened.
"Yeah, he had me by the..." the man in the green coat cut off at seeing her.
He cleared his throat, trying to look her in the eyes and not at the scar on her face.
"Didn't mean to intrude," he apologised. "It's just we thought we'd hang out here just in case the bosses need us."
"It's fine," Lillian reassured.
The Rook nodded and stepped in, another following on behind. This one not at all caring about looking right at her scar, even when his friend passed him a drink. A few more Rooks started to enter as he took up the glass and pointed at her face.
"How, er, how'd you get the scar?" he asked as he took a drink, grabbing the attention of the rest of the Rooks.
"Frank!" a woman glared at him before entering the booth.
"What I just wanted to know. I mean have you seen it? Must be a pretty good story behind that."
"Ignore him, love." Another man told her at seeing her lower her head.
"Me and my big fucking mouth, god! I'll shut up, alright?" Frank snapped at them all.
A woman came and sat next to her.
"Name's Alma," she greeted. "They never mentioned there was another Assassin."
"Lillian, and I've only just joined them." Lillian informed her.
"Ah, I see." Alma thought. "I just joined the other day too, was working under Kaylock. Glad the bastards dead."
The others cheered in acknowledgement, making Alma smile.
"We're heading out," Jacob now stepped in, wondering if Lillian was coming. "You're free to join us if you so wish."
Lillian wondered whether too or not.
"Don't let them get the better of you," Alma frowned.
Lillian nodded and stood.
"Something wrong?" Jacob asked as she passed.
"Nothing," she lied.
They jumped from the moving train with ease, Lillian pulled up her scarf to obscure the bottom half of her face. She was sick of drawing attention to herself all the time. She'd noticed right away Jacob had two on his face, but he was fine as no one would stare at him for too long as they didn't want to suffer the consequences. She knew Jacob was raring to say something but held back.
"What?" she asked slightly annoyed.
"What?" he shrugged.
"You want to say something, so just say it."
Evie looked at her twin, who turned away.
"I didn't take you for someone that shy's away," he tried to say it as delicate as he could.
"You don't even know me at all," she scowled.
"I'm going on how you reacted the first time I met you. You seemed like a strong willed woman back then."
"Do you want this?" she asked gesturing to the scar and raising her voice a little, grabbing attention she desperately didn't want. "Do you want people staring at you all the time? Asking questions?"
"Just ignore it!" he told her as she stormed off.
Evie sighed and looked between her brother and Lillian, who'd now disappeared into the crowd. The pair walked on until something caught Jacob's eye. A brute was dragging a half conscious man out through double doors.
"Oi! Is this what I think it is," he asked the brute.
The large man towered over him, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
"It's a fight club," he grunted.
"Just what I like to hear," Jacob grinned while heading inside.
"Jacob!" Evie frowned, but followed him on.
They found a man sleeping soundly just inside, wearing a top hat. He looked to be the bookie, if the giant B's on his hat weren't a dead give away.
Jacob raised a hand and flicked his ear, startling the man awake. "No. It wasn't me, not guilty... Beg your pardon," he suddenly realised turning to look at Evie and pointed. "You! You're the one..."
Evie cut him short as she walked over to her brother, who couldn't wait to start brawling.
"Is this a prize fighting ring?" he asked excitedly.
"You bet your eyes, and ears it is, m'lord, m'lady." the Bookie tipped his hat to Evie. "Robert Topping. Best bookie in all of London, at your disposal. Well, second best, but me mum says Donald's a bit of a nincompoop. Anyhow, I can show you a vast array of exciting things: from prized fights to carriage races."
"I think we can afford to spend a little time here," Evie smiled.
Jacob nodded in agreement as Topping clapped his hands together.
"Who might go first?" he asked.
Jacob was quick to pull off his gauntlet, hat, coat and shirt and jump in the ring.
"Place your bets!" Topping shouted over the crowd as people gathered around him, shouting out and waving their money.
Evie stood with her arms crossed, but with a gentle smile on her face as her brother looked to her with a dumb grin on his face.