{mature}Hearts A Mess, Fuctup Visions{closed}

[Spotty]

Well, a good long distance away from Anaron, was a small human village. Being attacked by a small group of ebony-skinned drow. >D The small faction of drow swordsman-and one wizard-advanced stealthily through the town, each taking up strategic and hidden positions, communicating through the silent hand language of drow, each male grinning with general bloodthirsty anticipation.

One drow in particular seemed excited that day-or night?-his white hair running past his shoulders, and kept in a pony-tail to keep it out of the way. He wore a black piwafwi(basically a cloak of drow-make), on top of subtle chain armor, much like his four comrades. A greatsword lay strapped across his back, his shortsword currently in hand, the sheathe for it hanging from his sword-belt.

Tonight would be fun. The subterranean drow often came out to the surface to do just this, in groups of five, ten, twenty--however many were needed to get the job done, for one general purpose. To destroy. To kill, to rape, to steal, plunder, burn, torture...whatever the hell they felt like doing. Loosely, it was justified, the High Priestesses of Suuskrien's city insisting that the surface world had been stolen from them, and that they had the right to take it back. But every drow knew the real reason; who didn't like some good slaughtering to complete the day?

As the youngish drow-he was about 84-glanced around, he caught the subtle movements of his allies; the sign had been given. Soon, the screams of innocents would be heard through the air, as five very bloodthirsty dark elves did their very finest work.

The man didn't have a clue what hit him before he was killed, his neck slit left to right. His wife(presumably), woke a second later, only to find the forceful hands of Suuskrien taking out his insatiable rage-and lust-out on the woman, leaving her dead in the corner when he was finished, her body nearly unrecognizable amonst all the blood. He could hear the cries from out side, as poisoned cross-bow bolts shot into a few villagers, open combat opened from others. He wasn't worried; the militia of this town was horrid. Nothing to worry a trained drow soldier.

But his mind was hardly on such worries, but rather caught up in the bloodlust of a drow Surface Raid, running from house to shop, to house again, committing every sort of heinous deed one could think of, his own acts apparently quite more violent than those of his companions. He hadd always been more violent, evere since...Evere since Kaleria.





"Hold still, won't you?" The woman grinned as the words escaped her lips, tightening the..object around the child's neck. "Do stop wailing, I can't appreciate this sight if you don't--" Her words ended then as the small child flopped to the ground. The remaining bits of his insides spilling on the ground, as the intestines she had fashioned as a scarf just...slipped off his small body with a...horrid slurp sound.

The female tilted her head, dark black bangs falling in her eyes, and providing an obstruction of view for the odd, archaic tattoos on her forehead, as well as the rather...ancient looking circlet she wore as well. She smoothed a hand over the front of her questionable attire, adjusting one of the metal straps holding the meager, skimpy clothing together. Stepping over the various corpses she'd left to bleed in the building she found herself in, her gaze snapped in the direction of more shouts.

Hey...

This had been her town to slaughter first.
She'd wandered into the place the night before, pretended to play nice with the locals for the evening, and then...began this slaughtering spree at dawn. It was a process she had gotten down to an almost art, jumping from house to house and leaving families mutilated and destroyed.

Really, there wasn't anything more interesting on this boring planet.

Wiping her cream hand on the outside of the building she had just exited, she flicked her yellow-brown gaze on the area, sniffing at the air delicately. Well..damn.
It seemed to be the case that a group of Drow had decided to crash her party.
Inconsiderate pricks.

At that moment, a woman ran screaming and wailing by her. In a flash, the female had drawn one of her whips from her side, and snapped the thing at the woman's neck, pulling back at a sickening speed, and...ripped her head clean off. Chuckling, she shook the chain, ridding it of pieces of muscle, tissue, and flesh, but mostly to kick the severed head away. Yucky.

With an exaggerated sigh, she began to wander the town, glancing at the various burning buildings, observing the chaos, enjoying the screams, and...surveying for the source of her fun being ruined.

It seemed this Drow was between houses, so she took the opportunity to step into his path. "Hey, fucktard, got a second?" Without warning, as most of her actions entailed, she jerked her second whip from its holster, snapping it at the Drow's ankles, and ripping his feet out from beneath him. Already she was walking towards him and...landed a sickening kick to his head, snapping his neck instantly. She glanced around the area with that. Hm, now where were the rest of them?

Fresh screams were heard from a building nearby and so, she leisurely traipsed up to the shelter, peering into the room. Well, someone had left recently... Poison arrows were noticed last. Well...fuck. She wasn't wearing armor, so...those could potentially be a bitch. Her gaze snapped towards the Drow, Suuskrien, malevolent smirk settling on her lips.

"What's the hurry, you wretched, ugly thing?" Her shouts weren't so audible over the commotion, not that it mattered, as before the words fully left her lips, she snapped her whip at this Drow, wrapping around his waist, while the other was snapped in similar fashion, catching him around his throat. The metal from both whips couldn't have provided a comfortable sensation, digging and tearing into his flesh, as she jerked him towards her.

"Tell your buddies to get the fuck out of here, I was here first."






Suuskrien had been just about to enter the next house, and was viciously drawn out of his bloodthirsty frenzy at the feeling of a strip of metal wrapping around his neck, and waist. He grunted as he forced his gaze sideways, noting the woman as he was yanked painfully forward. Fucker.

His first thought was that the woman was protecting the town, but her next words defeated that theory, and he rose an eyebrow in surprise. And how the fuck did a human manage to sneak up on him? He'd always prided himself on his...observant-ness? Or just general stealth. He hadn't been expecting anyone to really even see him, let alone...lasso him with a whip. D<

Before he bothered talking, though, he decided to take care of the potentially fatal position the woman's whips were in. With an impossibly quick, subtle movement, a small hand crossbow, about six inches in length, and holding darts rather than arrows was drawn out of his pocket, and a small 'click' noise signified that he'd shot it, presumably at her chest, perhaps her throat.

"We'll go wherever we damn want," He growled, watching the small but deadly poisoned crossbow bolt whizzing straight toward the woman. She was a dead woman. Not only that, but she'd enjoy four or five minutes of extreme pain before she died.






Typically when someone was so bold as to lasso a Drow with a pair of whips, they were a little more cautious when it came to expecting an attack and being very much aware of the possibility.

The woman -who, upon closer inspection, she..definitely couldn't have been human, not...entirely-delivered a swift kick to the crossbow, fully intending on knocking it away from him, but at the very least, to change the direction to a fleeing elf. She jerked the whips, yanking him closer to her. Drawing a small dagger from the sheath at her side, she tapped his nose, grinning wickedly.

"Heyhey, there's no need to be so rude." Chuckling, she slipped the point of the blade down his cheek, tapping it spitefully against his flesh.

"So anyway, I saw something really awesome the other day, you interested?" She leaned forward, purring the words into his ear, "But...you have to be nice for me to show you, otherwise...well...otherwise I'll just rip off your head like your friend." All of her words were offered in a pleasant manner, despite the very real, obvious malevolent intent in each of the syllables. Then again, it wasn't exactly clear if that...threat was directed at the Drow, or...elsewhere.

The female didn't exactly seem all there, but...someone /really/ had to be lacking some measure of sense to behave in this manner. She took the hilt of the dagger tighter into her palm, pressing the blunt edge to his throat. "What'll it be? Want to play nice?"

[archmageness]

"Bitch," He muttered under his breath, the small crossbow...while not knocked out of his hand--a drow had to know how to hold on to one's weapons--the bolt did fire harmlessly off to the side. Or rather, harmless to Marijse. It probably hit somebody, what with the growing chaos around them.

His mind whirled through a dozen other possible actions, all cut short by a blade to the neck. Amazing how many choices were taken away by that simple fact. Not that the fact was going to stop Suuskrien. He listened to her talk, picking up perhaps four out of five words of the language--enough to get the point across--and not liking the tone of the woman's voice.

What relevance did her revelation have to anything? Something...something told him he might not want to reply in the negative. Perhaps the blatant threat on his life. Where the fuck was Vilai when he needed the damn wizard? Probably sitting on a rooftop, laughing his ass off. -.-;

With an effort, the drow swallowed the rather violent retort he had instantly prepared as a reply, taking...well, taking his life into account. "And what is it that you saw?" He asked, not sounding at all intrigued, but hey; at least she got a positive reaction out of the dour drow.

[LadyCrazy]

Funny how when someone wandered their merry way to the opposite side of the globe to avoid gratuitous amounts of violence and killing...that it seemed to follow you.

Such a thought was being entertained by a rather...strange man. After all, who wore a mostly black outfit except for a putrid green jacket, carried a wolf skull loosely in one hand and had countless bags underneath their eyes? Creepers and weirdos, that's who.
To top it all off, this particular man happened to be simply watching as humans were slaughtered in the streets by...some charcoal colored elves. Huh, bizarre.

Kid, you done standing around and gawking like a turkey? I know that these guys wouldn't stand a chance against you, but you shouldn't give them the opportunity to attack you. A grumpy "voice" snapped above the general chaos, echoing through the man's mind as opposed to having a more physical quality. He scowled and glared down at the skull, tossing it to his other hand.

"Quiet, Owen. I'm just trying to figure out why those charcoal elves seem so proud of themselves for killing humans. I mean, it's an easy enough thing to do," he muttered back to the skull. The skull, seemingly named Owen, released a "snort" at the response.

If it's easy enough to do, why don't you kill humans more often? It'd keep your parents off your back and make life a little less annoying.

"Nah, I'd rather piss you all off and be a douchebag. Shut up." He looked up, just in time to spy two of the charcoal elves making their way over to him. "Oh, you're fucking kidding me," he muttered as he lifted his free hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes.

See? This is what you get for standing around like it's a bright and cheery morning. Now why don't you...

Whatever Owen was going to suggest the man do was lost forever as pale and insubstantial arms burst into existence, their long fingers wrapping around the two drow. In one swift motion, the arms ripped the drow open, their various insides and bones spilling out onto the ground. As soon as they had appeared, the arms vanished, leaving the drow to collapse upon the ground, their faces planted in their own bodily fluids.

...Ezio?

"Yeah, Owen?"

Are those drow still alive?

Ezio chuckled softly and began to walk off, deeper into the doomed town, unknowingly to him towards Marijse and Suuskrien. "Well, they won't be for very much longer."

[Spotty]

"You know, I really don't like that term." She replied cheerfully enough, flicking Suuskrien in the nose. Marijse wasn't in the slightest bit concerned when the bolt whizzed past her, shrugging in a nonchalant manner, and returning her attention to the Drow. She flicked his nose once more, grin staining her lips. "So, you can call me Marijse." This was added decidedly, just as she lifted her booted foot to stomp on his as hard as possible.

"I saw something really interesting," she repeated, cheerful enough to see that he was being agreeable for now. But...I'm going to need one of your friends to help. She pursed her lips, just as a Drow passed by. It shouted something that she didn't understand, causing her lips to turn downwards. She wrinkled her nose, jerking the whip around Suuskrien tighter, and turning to the newcomer. With a swift motion, she snapped the whip, metal tearing across the Drow's gear and armor, making a horrible, ear splitting sound.

"Well..shit." She pouted at that, inspecting the other Drow's chest. Shrugging, she snapped the whip a second time, ripping the Drow's head clean off. "I'll have to make a rain check for that trick, hope you don't mind." Once more, her body was pressed all too uncomfortably to Suuskrien's chest. Tossing the dagger to her other hand, she shoved it back to his neck, pressing it hard enough to bite into his flesh, leaving a thin red line. "So anyway, I was thinking, since I sort of mucked up that icebreaker, you could just tell me your name anyway. I'm Marijse."

Movement out of the corner of her eyes -- though, there had been plenty of movement before, but...there were becoming less and less targets now --caused the female to glance to her left, noting the advance of...another. What the hell?! Was this super-happy-interrupt-slaughtering day?!

"So...which Halloween festival did you wander out of?" She inquired to Ezio with a grin, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. "Anyway, I think both you assholes should leave, because I was going to kill all of--" It occurred to her that the area was relatively still....

"....well gods be fucking damned!" She whined, though...a grin was still fixed to her features. It seemed very unlikely that anything could affect her mood.

[archmageness]

"A pity," The drow spat, grimacing as his boot was...stepped on. DX Though it didn't hurt as much as it might have, since he was wearing armored boots. ^^ Still, it was infuriatingly uncomfortable. "Marijse," He echoed sourly, still tense within her grasp. The very second she seemed to let up on her guard...he was gone. And she'd be dead; those were his decisive sentiments. Or at least, he amended to himself--while she was busy talking--she'd be writhing on the ground.

He paused his contemplations as the crazed--she must be crazed to so enjoy such an act; though he himself enjoyed the spectacle easily enough--woman quite easily wripping his comrade's chest apart, along with...his head. "I never did like him," He mused dryly, his nose crinkling in disgust as Marijse...was quite suddenly pressed against his chest. The feeling was much like human children, complaining of cooties from those of the opposite gender. Only with him, it was the gender and the race that so bothered him. He hated females...and he hated non-drow. Females were obnoxious, non-drow were typically...idiots. In his opinion.

He glanced at her as she introduced herself...a second time. "Suuskrien," He replied stiffly, frowning. "Let me go, iblith." The drowic word was a common insult, and one that he tagged...at the end of almost every sentence, when talking to the filthy humans, surface elves, anyone who wasn't drow. It meant 'offal,' and it also meant 'non-drow.' Most of the time it was used to mean both, at the same time.

His attention was finally drawn to the side by one last-human, he assumed?-person, this one male. Marijse's casual demeanor was, by this point, not a surprise to him. Who the hell was that? Not that he was in any position to- O_O SHIT.

A wary glance around him showed him that...he was...alone? Lolth be damned, was he the only surviving drow? He'd seen Marijse kill two of his 'comrade-in-arms' already...the other two...Weren't in sight. Which wasn't entirely surprising, as drow were usually quite adept at being seen only when they wanted to be. And it also was surprising that, be that the case...they left him there to be killed by these two imbeciles. He wouldn't even be surprised to see them watching somewhere, laughing their asses off. But something told him...otherwise...

[LadyCrazy]

Ezio arched an eyebrow at the two as he approached them, glancing between Marijse and Suuskrien with a scowl. He halted at a comfortable enough distance, his other eyebrow soon following the first. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked in the driest tone he could manage. His eyes flicked over to Marijse when she asked her question, a brief shake of his head the only answer he gave her for a while. "The same one that included the charcoal elves, I guess," he grumbled as he nodded towards Suuskrien. "But the assholes decided that they'd skip their merry way towards me and try to kill me. Therefore I returned the favor."

Kid, you didn't return the favor...that was overkill. Ezio snapped his eyes down to the wolf skull, his scowl deepening. The wolf skull's "voice" was no doubt heard by Suuskrien and Marijse as well, which may or may not be considered a good thing.

"You're the one always pissing and moaning at me to do that sort of shit all the time, so don't pout at me for actually doing it for once," Ezio muttered. He looked about the village again, lips pursed at the lack of activity and...life. Jeez, one second it was filled with screaming humans and the next it was silent.
Creepy.
And this...awkwardish situation with these people wasn't improving matters.

Judging from the cackling in the distance he heard (cackling he identified as belonging to a certain velociraptor), he figured he was stuck with these people for a while...and to be perfectly honest, he was bored at the moment, so what harm would there be in talking to the charcoal elf and whip chick?
"Well...seeing as how we just met and all, might as well introduce myself. I'm Ezio," he announced. He glanced down at the wolf skull, poking it with his index finger. "And this is Owen. Nice to meet you...I guess."

Hmph, if you didn't notice it, Ezio isn't that much of a people person. So I'm sorry ahead of time for anything shitty he might say.

Ezio flicked his eyes skywards, half-considering chucking the skull over his shoulder. "Gee, thanks for that. Because, of course, what I really need is a skull apologizing for what I say. Shut up, Owen."

[Spotty]

...oh shit...
Marijse had already introduced herself. Though, when she was being observed by a pretty absent-minded individual that fancied herself a vegetarian deity, she rather felt that it could be excused. She smiled when he repeated her name, patting him on the head.

With that, she spitefully pressed herself even closer to the Drow, as though sensing his thoughts on the matter. Not that she really needed to be a mind reader, his feelings on her proximity were easy enough to spot on his features. Was he disgusted? Well..that was all the more reason for her to invade his bubble space. She cheerfully patted the side of his face, digging the dagger deeper into his throat, and...grin widening at his response to the ending of his companion.

"Well Suuskrien, if you enjoyed that, it's too bad you missed what I did to your other companion." Stifling giggles, she leaned forward and licked his nose, though...was soon staring at the other that had just introduced himself. Hm, she supposed he wasn't that...weird.

"Interrupting something?" She inquired innocently, mimicking his words, while leaning even /further/ into Suuskrien. "Not exactly, but you could join?" A grin was treated to Ezio as well, though she tilted her head when the wolf skull...spoke. How weird... Her interest was fixed solely on the talking wolf...skull then, lips pursed together in consideration. She nearly missed Ezio's introduction, but she managed a nod, even repeating her own name, "Oh hai, Ezio. My name's Marijse."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Owen." Marijse replied cheerfully, "If hanging around the sulky boy means meeting someone as pleasant as you, I suppose it isn't that big of a punishment at all." A talking wolf skull, who the fuck would have thought up such a thing? She realized then that she had been pressing the dagger even deeper into the Drow's throat. Blinking, she pulled back some of her weight. "So, if I let you go, promise not to bite me? I'm sort of not in the mood to kill you too, you kind of seem amusing."

[archmageness]

The drow grimaced, not at all enjoying the sensation of a dagger being pressed into his throat, though he did seem a bit annoyed when she announced the death to his other companion. So two...at least...were dead. Lolth's kiss...Where the fuck were the other two? If he got out of here alive, and managed to find them, he'd make sure they died a slow and painful death. After their safe return to Menzoberranzan as a successful raiding party, of course.

And...hell. Did the damn skull speak? He offered both Ezio and 'Owen' a dubious look, though mostly...he became preoccupied with the gathering weight behind the knife at his neck. Just before she released said pressure, an involuntary grunt left his throat, as a thicker read line was drawn across his chest, and...

After all this, she planned to let him go? Not that he trusted her for a second; he never did. "Promise," He agreed innocently, the drow itching to get several feet between himself and the woman. And...D< She kept getting closer to him. Douchebag.

"Sure, I promise," He said dryly, the very word...'promise' sounding strange coming from his mouth. Since when had he ever kept such a thing before? Or even bothered making one? Since you had a dagger stuck to your throat. Returned a sarcastic voice at the back of his head, and he sighed.

[LadyCrazy]

...
Did she just say what he thought she did?
Ezio's eyebrows twitched upwards ever so slightly as he stared at Marijse, trying to decide if he had just heard something a result of his current exhausted state or if she had really asked what he thought she did.
...gods, she HAD asked that.
"No thanks, I'd rather not...thanks for the offer, though," he sighed in response, adjusting his hat with his free hand. "Wouldn't want to ruin it for Charcoal here." He inclined his head slightly towards Suuskrien, to further indicate who he meant.

Ezio's mood plummeted at what Marijse said in response to Owen. Sonuvabitch...granted, he knew that most people didn't want to be around someone who sulked...but gods, did she have to cheerfully chime that aloud?
Apparently she really had to. Well, whatever. Not like he was going to HAVE to stick around these two.
And at that moment, more velociraptor cackling echoed in his mind. Oh, fucking fantastic.

Eh, the kid's usually okay to be around, he just gets into spiteful moods around certain people. Given that he's far away from those people at the moment, he should be tolerable, at least. Ezio rolled his eyes at Owen's response, but he said nothing bitchy or otherwise grumpy. Getting into arguments with Owen was easy enough...he wasn't about to go out of his way to get into more fights than he needed to.

He watched Suuskrien as the drow's train of thought boarded at the station, his head tilting to a side when the drow actually promised not to do anything shitty. Pff, yeah right. The drow were a race of backstabbing douchebags. Ezio doubted that Marijse would be caught off guard should the drow try anything...she had trapped the drow before, that obviously meant she was stronger than him. So eh, he wasn't too worried about the future.
Scratch that.
After hearing the velociraptor cackles, he was VERY worried about the future. Something idiotic was going to happen...and soon.
Damnit.

[Spotty]

Was it..possible that the female's ego, her general sense of amusement and arrogance had just tripled in a matter of seconds? Well, when one was aware of a certain conversation, transpiring behind a certain fourth wall, it was pretty impossible to not be full of herself.

To be frank, she didn't believe a word that the Drow spoke. For all she knew, the dumb creature was just repeating what she said, and it just so happened to form a coherent statement in Common. Fortunately, she was already prepared should the bastard try anything cute concerning the crossbow.

With that thought, she shook her whip free of the Drow, licking his nose once more for good measure, and jerking away from him. She snapped the whip towards Ezio, wrapping it around his waist and jerking him towards her. At the last moment, she stepped out of the path, throwing him into the Drow. Hehehe. They could untangle themselves from each other and then she could decide which, both, or if neither she would kill. Neat.

She regarded the pair of males, considering something in that back of her mind. It wasn't often that she encountered individuals that made her reconsider simply killing them... Though, she sort of had a party to crash... Hm, decisions, decisions.

The female shook her whip, freeing the weapon from Ezio's waist, tilting her head slightly. "Awh~ Tolerable is a good thing to be." She chimed in a merry fashion, brushing the bangs from her eyes and exposing the archaic tattoos on her forehead very briefly before dropping her hair away.

"Please don't attack me, because then I'll get really antsy and you won't like the result," this was announced last as she came back from her thoughts, examining Ezio and Suuskrien. "So anyway, if you're not busy..I was wondering if you were interested in hanging out?" She treated both to another grin.

[archmageness]

Suuskrien spared Ezio another glance; or more accurately, spared Owen one, before looking back to Marijse. Finally; freedom~ He took several steps away from the woman, one hand running idly over his nose. She licked him. -.-; Of all the... This train of thought was interrupted as the other male went crashing into him. ><

"Get off!" He muttered harshly, shoving at Ezio, his irritation clear. He disentangled himself from the former easily enough, not wanting to be drawn into the same sort of situation as before, quickly distancing himself from both humans-or what he assumed were humans.

His brow arched at the mention of...'hanging out?' Did he hear her correctlY? >< Why the hell would he want to? It was then that several revelations...made themselves clear to him. His allies were no where in sight. That one was first and foremost. Whether they were all dead, or half of them dead and the other half gone, it didn't matter; he could hardly return through the Underdark by himself. There was a reason why drow traveled in groups, despite hating each other. It wasn't intelligent, nor safe to travel the wilds by one's self. Even...even if it was, he didn't have anything to return to. Without the success of the raiding party, the experimental 'can-we-trust-you-in-our-house' bit was trashed. And his own home had effectively banished him.

Which left...traveling on the surface? He sighed irritably. That too, was a horrible idea. He traveled on the surface every now and then, of course...to meet with Kaleria, but other than her...nothing could compel him to stay on the World Above for more than a few days. But now he didn't have a choice.

Perhaps he should collect his...his human, in the meanwhile; she wasn't far off, anyhow. She never was, when he planned to come to the surface. "Hang out?" He asked skeptically. "Mph. Well, I've nowhere else to go, at the moment. Now." He gave them both an irritated stare, and shook his head. "Well, hardly anywhere else, at least."

[LadyCrazy]

Ezio's eyebrows shot up when he felt the whip wrap around his waist, instinctively tightening his hold on the wolf skull just before he was sent flying through the air. He grunted as he collided with Suuskrien, only too happy to move off of the drow. Like hell he needed the idiot charcoal elf's command to motivate him. He was soon standing away from Suuskrien, a slight scowl on his face. Gods, what was with this woman? Did she play human bowling on the weekends or something?

He snorted at Marijse's request that he not attack her. "Attacking you was the furthest thing from my mind," he grumbled in assurance, dusting the wolf skull off. His attention was drawn away from Owen to Marijse when she made her offer.
...
So. First she wings him into Charcoal and now she wanted to be friends?
Ye gods, he had left one pair of psychos for another.

Ezio pressed a hand to his forehead, about ready to grump out his usual negative response when Owen cut him off.

Ezio and I would be happy to come along.

Ezio instantly glared down at the skull, very seriously considering punting the damn thing halfway across the world by now. "Since when did you become spokesperson for us?" he muttered bitterly.

Since you became this anti-social. Kid, you need to start talking to people...besides, Marijse at least seems to be a decent person. Not so sure about the drow...but you could at least give him a chance, yeah?

The oddly dressed man sighed and shook his head, deciding against arguing further. Instead, he glanced over at Marijse. "Congratulations, Owen approves of you." He twitched slightly when Suuskrien agreed to come along, too. Hu-fucking-zzah. This was turning into a party.
"So where exactly are we going to be hanging out?" he asked, shooting a glance around the body-filled streets of the town. "Can't imagine that it'd be here." At least he hoped not. The bodies were bound to start smelling really terribly soon. He wasn't keen on sticking around to smell the stench of death...so he could only hope that this bizarre adventure would take place elsewhere.

[Spotty]

Human bowling sounded like an awesome hobby to take up...

Marijse waited patiently while the males considered her proposition. Egads they were slow...I mean, yeah, she could be sort of...shocking, but c'mon...what was with both of their jaws practically hanging out on the ground? She sighed, folding her arms across her chest, everything about her emitting her sudden boredom. The moment they both jolted out of their weird...brain shutting down stints, she perked back up to her typical cheerfulness.

"Great." This was declared with another grin.

In all honesty, she considered herself pretty sane. She recognized what she usually did was not normal. Killing people, namely. Also, there was the matter of raping, torturing, maiming, destroying, and others. All of these things she accepted as "bad" behavior, as wrong. However, she really...couldn't be bothered to care about that.

In the same tangent, she found it perfectly acceptable to be homicidal to people and...perform a one eighty within...minutes even. People needed to stop taking things so personally. If anything, they should take it as a compliment that they weren't just another target to annihilate.

When they seemed agreeable, she straightened, looking decidedly more cheerful than before. "Great," she repeated the word, flicking her annoying, laughter filled yellowish-brown eyes between them both, "So, I met an old friend...and he specifically told me not to go somewhere, so I thought it would be fun to surprise him. He's an assassin, so I also thought it would be funny to kill his target before he showed up." She paused for a moment, letting that all sink in before she continued, "He didn't tell me his target, instead going on about information or something else pansy-like, so...I thought I'd just kill everyone in sight." It was a totally brilliant plan, "Neat huh?"

A wink was reserved for Owen then, just as she pulled the dagger from the sheath and began to toy with the item, "So you guys in? Just kill some people, then I'll probably never bother you again. It's like...an awesome agreement, if I do say so myself." In a spiteful manner, she drew her whip, snapping the thing, and delivering a brutal blow to Ezio, "Unless you're too scared." Enter impossibly wicked grin.

[archmageness]

All three of them would be traveling together? The thought made him sick. ...Scratch that. The four of them. Kaleria would be along, soon. She always managed to appear near where he surfaced. He wasn't even entirely sure how.

A very small portion of him reminded the drow that Kaleria did not at all enjoy whole-sale slaughter. But seriously! Marijse was offering just that; he couldn't resist. And he needed someone to tag along with, anyways. Settling down in some flee-bitten human village full of people that despised him was not his idea of fun.

Speaking of~!
Even as the three stood conversing, a young woman appeared a bit in the distance, looking no more than thirty years of age. She looked...resolute, more than anything. As if accepting something she didn't at all want to--perhaps the slaughtered bodies all around her? In any case, her eyes were mostly all on Suuskrien, though they did flicker over to his two companions warily, the woman ending up standing nearest Suuskrien, but giving both Marijse and Ezio a good six foot berth.

Strawberry blond curls hung about her shoulders, a bit disheveled from wind and just general travel. Her slender face would have been pretty except for a small scar running from her left ear to the corner of her mouth, and blue eyes shone forth from heavy lids. She looked the type to wear fancy ballroom gowns, but in this case she wore simple traveling gear; a tan cloak, brown boots, black pants, brown belt-complete with a sheathed dagger-and a lighter brown tunic.

Feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the small throng of...murderers...Kaleria glanced over to Suuskrien, not saying a word. She was quite aware that the other two were dangerous, and quite aware that her presence probably didn't seem like the most intelligent thing at the moment, considering all the dead...human bodies scattered everywhere.

"She'll be coming with us," Suuskrien remarked, with just enough of the right tone to imply that there wasn't much arguing the matter.

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Oh great, now he had given Marijse ideas as she, apparently, was a mind reader.
Fantastic...well, whatever, have fun with that human bowling thing. Playing it in crowded areas might be more fun...who said you could only have ten pins after all?

He listened in silence as Marijse explained just what she considered "hanging out". Jeez, who would go and kill an assassin's mark? Screw that Marijse and this guy were supposedly friends...moving in on an assassin's kill was kind of stupid.
Bah.
Whatever, if he ended up killing the person the assassin was after, the assassin would just have to deal. He wasn't in the mood to deal with some paid killer's wounded pride.

Ezio shrugged when Marijse asked again if they were in, getting ready to reply to her when she snapped her whip into his chest. He shuddered violently in response to the blow...though the shuddering was hardly out of the feeling of pain or anything related to that. Nay, that had been a shudder of pure pleasure. He shook his head to clear it and glanced at Marijse, as though that moment had never happened. "Yeah, sure. I'm in." He flicked the wolf skull slightly, mostly out of warning, when a sense of approval was felt from it. Fuck if he needed Owen's approval for this. The dumb dog had already gotten him into this, he was just going along with it.
The whole situation couldn't be THAT bad, could it?
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Fuck. He just had to think those damning thoughts, didn't he?

Any further thoughts were cut off when the human woman made her approach. If his eyebrows could rise any further, they'd certainly be well above his head by now. Okay, how fucking dumb was this woman anyways? There were mutilated bodies piled in the streets, and she was still walking towards them?
What the fucking hell? Had she just climbed out of some toxic waste bin, one that switched IQ levels into the negatives?

Ezio snorted when the woman continued to draw closer, though was mildly amused when she kept a distance from him and Marijse...but why was she going towards a drow? Drow were notorious for hating every surface race, so why would she even go near hi...

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Oh, you have got to be fucking joking.

Ezio pressed a hand to his face, struggling to hold back his laughter after Suuskrien's announcement. He began to lose the battle against his laughter after a while, a few chuckles escaping his lips. Awh~, Charcoal had a pet human, did he?
How fucking adorable. Well, if he wanted to bring his pet human along and most likely get her killed in the battle that was to come, he wasn't going to object. Whatever way Suuskrien wanted to get rid of his human parasite was fine by him.