Thread: Inalt

Altair Name Nickname Altair Silverra The Grand Eagle, The Young Protg Attire Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots. Weapons Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives All hidden Location Inalt town square Tagging Alexandria, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Altair slipped into his rather normal persona seeing no need to threaten or scare the poor girl. If he did that it would alert his target too early and he didn't want that just yet. Besides he could flex his people skills it had been a while since he conversed with anyone outside of the guild. That was unless talking to his target right before their death counted. When the woman turned around speaking before giving a low curtsey he was quite impressed by a few things. One was her voice it was soft and he began to remember how much softer a civilian woman's voice sounded. Her smile was cute and innocent one that was adorable. Lastly to see the eagerness to talk with him. Did she get out much most people in the city were too busy with their agendas to be eager to talk to strangers. Altair just kept a soft smile on his face and laughed and playfully slapping his forehead. I'm sorry I thought you were someone else. I was looking for a friend but I think she stood me up. But now being closer I can see you are way different. For one your beauty outshines her completely. His voice had slipped into a lower more seductive tone. Though he eased into those waters slowly not rushing anything. Altair was a patient man when it came to his prey but have him wait on anything else and he was aggravated easily. A soft breeze came in and one of his loose braids came loose. Reaching behind him without breaking eye contact he untied the cloth that held his hair and retied it. What is such beautiful woman doing around here? This area isn't the safest of places. But then again I may just be underestimating you. You probably can take on a whole band of pirates right? He chuckled lightly slipping his hands into his pockets. Using a sort of sixth sense if you will he kept an eye on the things that happened around him. Altair refused to let someone sneak up on him it has never happened before and he refused to let it happen in the future. Leo Name Nickname Leo Silverra The Lion Attire Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves Weapon English Tuck sword Location Inalt Town Square Tagging Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Leo walked into the town square seeing a few guards talking and not doing their duty like they should have been. He walked over leisurely not wanting to make a scene of it. Walking closer they spotted the captain and snapped to attention although one had a sneer on his face. Leo just ignored the man he was used to it. He had risen through the ranks pretty fast for his age and didn't quite have everyone's respect. It was a handful more or less and he didn't let it get to him. Either way they still had to listen to him whether they liked it or not. Why are you talking and not watching? The guards stammered over their words knowing they had been caught. It seemed like at the same time they felt something wrong. Checking their hips they searched frantically for something and it made Leo cock an eyebrow in question. The one to the left began to complain about his pouch being missing. Leo just shook his head at the irresponsibility. You probably didn't make it tight and it fell or you forgot it. However the other shot that accusation down claiming the same thing and Leo just sighed. But then it hit him or really a memory reminded him. His brothers were capable of such feats easily even as children. Either they were out thieving or someone was just as good as they were. If you weren't so busy talking you probably would have noticed sooner you fools. He began searching the crowd for anyone suspicion and the chance of two particularly familiar faces grinning. It took him a while but he noticed someone that oddly enough looked like his brother Michael. He clenched his sword tightly and began to move into the thick of the crowd. He tried to be as gentle as possible but he had bumped into a few people maybe even knocked someone over but he didn't hear any voices of protest yet so he hadn't stopped yet. His brother who it possibly was might get away without a scolding. Mikey Name Nickname Michael Silverra Mikey, The Fox Attire White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants. Weapon Twin Daggers. Throwing knives. Location Inalt Town Square Tagging Mathilda, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Michael was scanning the crowd and spotted the guards he looted talking still unaware of their loss of money. But a figure perhaps a figure of authority was approaching them. On closer inspection he realized it was his bad turned goodie two shoes brother. He smirked loving a good dramatic escape. The voice behind him stopped him from moving away right away. He turned smiling brightly. No need to thank me ma'am I'm just spreading the wealth and admiring the beauty of the city. His words were a little too true and he almost laughed when he said it. But he kept the smile on his face before speaking again. I visit the square frequently. Perhaps I'll get to see you again and admire you again. I would hate to have to just admire from afar. Stay safe. Mikey walked away slowly not wanting to raise suspicion from either his admiree or his brother. When he was slipped back into the crowd out of sight from both he moved with great percision and speed. His body barely touched another and he was making a fine escape. He slipped into a tight alley. There was a grated window not too high up kicking off the opposite wall he grabbed the window and slipped up to the roof. From there he looked down from the roof. Watching the crowds from above.