Thread: The Life of Thieves and Assassins [(A Fire Emblem RP) Yuna & Veinexes's 1x1]

Elise Picsblueninjazps247c3562.jpg Picsblueninjazps247c3562.jpg Within the capital city of Begnion, there were the usual people out and about in the streets. Hidden further away, though, were what some would deem as the more 'shadier' individuals, revealing themselves seldom if ever generally only when needed. They could be as simple as mere thieves or complicated like assassins. Some, if one was skilled or lucky enough to find the right person, could be both. Elise had been found by such a man years ago, when she'd been nothing but a mere child stealing money to survive. The economy had never been the best, though it'd be more astounding if it were to ever thrive. The choices of rules in the past made it damn well nearly impossible to have even one of the largest nations of Tellius prosper. Alas, Begnion was no exception it would seem. In one of the more secluded and unused houses further away from the crowded regions of Sienne resided two of the shady types. Upon first glance, neither seemed like much ... though a swift encounter with either, especially the elder of the two, would prove they were definitely not mere shove overs. The younger one, Elise, opened up navy eyes slowly as she felt the slightest hints of light shine through the small window in her room. It was simple though she didn't need too much to begin with. A smirk crossed her face as she let her mind go back to the day she'd dared to steal from her mentor and only person whom had any real importance within her life Volke. She'd been ten at the time and her parents had been arrested for failing to be able to pay their taxes. As the old saying went, desperate times called for desperate measures. And so, for the past several months, Elise had been staying to the shadows and pick pocketing any individual whom looked wealthy enough to be able to steal from. There would always be bonus traits she would look for -- namely too stupid or slow should they notice they'd been stolen from. But first and foremost she always would note how a person carried themselves and their attire. And it was enough to make a chuckle leave the now seventeen year old's lips, her head gently shaking from side to side. Heh, I suppose I should have put two and two together back then .... She murmured, the flashback resuming in her mind. She'd been referring to the first time her eyes had found Volke, of course. He didn't look too much different back then as he did now wearing the trenchcoat, pants, and veil across his lips. She supposed though, upon thinking more carefully on it, Elise had never known what the word 'assassin' meant. She learned soon enough, however. At the time though, she wasn't thinking on things like that. Once her eyes had found Volke, he spelled out 'money' to her ... which she had not only used to aid out in her surviving, but had put some aside to try to get her parents out of jail. She had trailed him for several minutes now, staying behind him but not immediately so she would be the first thing Volke would see so he turned around. Only when he turned a corner into an empty alleyway did she do the same. Slowly, her right hand had raised ... and been ready to claim her prize. But before it could even land on the pouch at his side, one of his own had wrapped around her small wrist. By the time her own blue eyes looked up into the onyx ones, she didn't quite find the emotions she'd expected, namely anger and annoyance. In fact, nothing was really seen. To her, a mere child back then, that had quite the unnatural and eerie feeling behind it. Between that and uncertainty on what would wind up happening to her after the reason why she'd followed him had been made clear, she went with what her instincts were screaming out for. Run ... she had to try to run. But of course, his grip was much stronger. Even to this day, Elise wasn't quite sure what ... but she could fairly assume this much. He'd seen enough to spare her. Volke definitely could have easily slit her throat, or just wounded her in a non-vital spot to let her bleed and die. But he didn't. Instead, he kept a firm grip upon her wrist and began dragging her. Instincts kicked in again as her mouth opened but his other hand deftly covered it. They stuck to the alleyways for what felt like forever, though in actuality it was no more than ten minutes before arriving in an empty shack. The hands left her mouth and wrist as she got shoved in, the click which soon followed hinting she was locked in. For three days, she heard nor saw any signs of Volke. The room had only contained a bed and a very small bathroom, but nothing more. In those days, she had been forced to with no food and at most, the water from the sink. By the end of the third day, the door finally opened. The slightest hint of a smirk was seen on his lips, even with the veil on as he went to explain he would begin to properly train her. Not just as a thief ... but even better. The surviving for three days had been her first test and somehow ... she had passed it. Ever since then, she had remained by Volke's side, lest she was sent off on missions for him. Mainly out of appreciation for being spared since then, she now gave him nothing but the utmost devotion to him, obeying any and all orders without any second thoughts. Just as he trusted her well enough, she returned the favor. There was, however, a small part that had indeed seen Volke as more than a mentor but even to this day, she had never dared allow that part of her to show. Thieves and assassins weren't meant to bother with emotions like those ... so she kept them more concealed than her daggers from him. By now, Elise had gotten herself up to her feet, finishing slipping into her usual outfit which matched Volke's to some degree. It, too, consisted of a trenchcoat, pants, boots, and her own veil though that remained off and concealed in a pocket until she was sent out. The colors, however, were different. Whereas Volke had black and brown garments, hers were black and dark blue. After remaking her bed, she sat upon it. Her legs gently swung as she played what seemed to be the favorite game that Volke often forced her to participate in the Waiting Game. Seldom, if ever, did Elise do anything without being told of the agenda for the day. Today would be no different. She didn't like it always ... but she would wait, like she had many times in the past. Navy eyes carefully watched, waiting for the faintest hint of the door to open and Volke to soon appear.