Assassin x Strange Girl

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Age: Eighteen
Name: Ivy Brown
Personality: Usually very quiet, and cautious. But if she takes a liking to somebody she's very bright, and cheerful. She acts very much like a spoiled child, but doesn't have a huge temper. But when she does get mad, then all heck breaks lose. She often switches personalities from being bright, and cheerful to quiet, and sad.
BIO: Her parents don't know how to use magic, and they don't like magic at all really. They fear their child because of the power she posses, but they still hold some love for her, That's why they hired somebody to be her friend, since no one else really wants to be because of her somewhat strange personality, and her extraordinarily powers.

Appearance:
Age: 22
Name: Zeno Silva
Personality: Zeno tends to be a calm, cool, collected guy. He rarely gets overly emotional about things tending to analyze things before acting. Because of the his disposition
Bio: Will be revealed during the coarse of the thread. :P
Extra: His hair is black and eyes are a emerald green.

1st Post:

The talk had been brief, the assignment was simple. Infiltrate the manor, get close to the daughter then eliminate her without being noticed. It was suppose to be a simple mission, but sometimes things don't go the way you plan, and this is the story of those events that took place...

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The midday air was crisp, a slight almost unnoticeable wind blew through the bustling town. It was about 3 o'clock in the evening and he was on his way to the house of his new employment. He was to be a gardener at the manor of the wealthy and highly prestigious Brown family. When his carriage finally arrived at the manor his eyes narrowed a bit remembering the job but they soon softened as he put on the mask he was to wear until he was able to complete his true mission. Knocking on the door to the oversized house, Zeno smiled as he was received at the door by an elderly looking butler who introduced himself as Paul. The assassin greeted the man back with a warm deceitful smile, one that had been perfected over the course of many successful assignments. As soon as he walked in the door there was a large painting of the family on the wall to his left. In all due honestly they were a lovely family but for political reasons had made some bad enemies, himself to be included.

Paul ushered the male to his room in the wing where all the other servants stayed. It was a nice area all in all, with a community bath and toilet as well individual beds in a long wide room that was obviously only used for sleeping. Once he had settled in Paul offered to show him around the house, but only after he met the family. Zeno nodded and followed the old butler to the living area where the owner and his wife were found reading next to an open fireplace. Paul gathered their attention and then made a formal introduction, "Ahem, this is the gardener that was hired my lord and lady." The assassin cut him off there wanting to introduce himself from this point on, "A pleasure to meet you my lord and lady. I am Zeno Silva." To his surprise the two walked over to him and greeted him personally with a polite handshake, "Ah, welcome Zeno, welcome. We have heard great things about you and your work in the gardens. Some believe you to be a miracle worker."

Zeno smiled shyly and shook the compliment off modestly, "Oh, no no milord you give me more credit than is just." Then as if on cue his wife chimed in with a voice as sweet as honey, "Nonsense, you should take pride in the results that your work produces." Smiling with a slight blush on his face Zeno replied, "I do milady I assure you." The lord of the manner seemed to be a kind man of good spirit and it would be a shame to have to hurt him but he wasn't the one in danger. And as if he was reading my thoughts the Lord said, "Come now, Zeno, you have the meet the whole family," and he called out loudly, "Ivy! Ivy! Come here darling there's somebody I want you to meet." Ivy, she was one in the most danger...

(Oh and I didn't include any names for Ivy's parents because I didn't know if you wanted to name them or if it mattered...?)

(It doesn't matter what they are called. ^^)

A girl sat in the library, on a chair near the window, reading one of her favorite books. The sunlight seeped through the window, gently touching her face. She was comfortable, and warm, in her own little world. But then, a voice called to her, dragging her out of her book. She let out a gasp, realizing that she had been called more then once. She placed her book down on the table right beside her chair, and then she stood up, brushing the lint off of the bottom of her red dress. She walked a bit faster then usual, and then made her way to the living area. Once she was at the door, she slowed down. "...Yes Father?..." She walked over to her father's side, and he gestured to the man across the room. Ivy let out a small gasp, realizing there was an unfamiliar soul standing right across from her. She quickly hid behind her father, acting like a shy little girl. "Now, now Ivy. Is that how you treat a guest? This is the new gardener." Her mother sighed. "...Of course not..." Ivy said in a hushed tone, as she came out of her hiding place. She quickly curtsied, and then made her way back behind her father. "Please forgive our daughter. She is quite shy, well, except with her Grandmother...But she passed away two weeks ago." "Now, Now dear. Best not to bring that up right now." "Oh, yes...My apologies." Ivy avoided contact, and just looked to her left. Hoping that the stranger would leave already. He was the new gardener, so he would be staying here quite a long time. She just couldn't accept that at the moment. She wanted to go back to a concealed room, away from everyone. But she didn't really want to be rude, so she didn't ask if she could leave.

It only took a brief minute or so for the guest of honor to arrive, lady Ivy. She was an attractive young lady much as Zeno had expected her to be but she was much more timid than he could have imagined. Probably because she had been sheltered her entire life but whatever the case he needed to get her to warm up to him. Taking the time to introduce himself the assassin took a deep bow and smiled serenely at Ivy, "A pleasure to meet you lady Ivy. My name is Zeno and I will be the new gardener from now on. I hope to have a blossoming relationship with you all." The emerald eyes of the male sparkled lightly against the light flowing into the house and his tone was soothing and warm. Looking to the Lord of the manor he said, "Milord, I believe you have a gift for the ladies of the house from me." Tristan looked at the man with a confused face, "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're referring to Zeno?" Placing a hand over his face modestly the male spoke as if he had made a clumbsy mistake, "Ah, forgive me. If you would be so kind as to check your coat pockets for me?" The wealthy man still looked a bit perplexed but did as he was requested and pulled out two roses, one red and one an unusual royal blue. His eyes widened as he looked upon the flowers, "How did you...?" Zeno held up a hand to stop him, "No questions, please, milord. A true magician never reveals his tricks. Now, I ask that you give the red rose to your wife and the blue to your lovely daughter." Without hesitation the man did as he was told and his wife Laura melted in awe, "They are so beautiful..." She quickly turned to Ivy, "What do you think dear?"

(I hope everything is cool with you I don't want to take too many liberties... :sweat: )

(Nah, you're fine.)

Ivy kept her attention of a grand grandfather clock in the corner of the living room. She blocked everything out, except the Gardener's name. Zeno...? Hm...I want to leave. She thought, as she continued to stare at the clock. But suddenly, she felt her father start to search for something in his pocket. She broke her gaze with the grandfather clock, and turned her attention to her father, curiosity filling her dark brown eyes. He then pulled out two roses, the whole family was dumbfounded as to how those flowers got into his pocket, and then they where awestruck. She looked at her father's face, he didn't know that would happen she could tell. But then she was forcefully given the blue rose by her father.

Ivy examined the flower, it seemed to have somewhat of a glow coming from it. She had to admit it was beautiful, but once she realized that her face was filled with amazement, she replaced it back with her expressionless one. "...Why yes...Lovely..." She glanced over at the gardener, finally willing to take in his features. He was tall, a bit taller then her father, that made their height difference not that different, since she was about to her father's shoulders. He was a handsome man, not what she would expect for an average gardener. Then her attention came to his hands. Where they rough or smooth? She couldn't tell because he was wearing gloves. ...Curious...I am curious...As to what will happen next in my book. She turned her head away, and looked back at the grandfather clock. Still unwilling to warm up to the new gardener.

(Sorry I said you had gloves since I didn't know if your character had them or not...But I didn't think gloves where that important...But if you want me to change it I can.)

(No big deal)

Zeno could see the amazement in the young woman's eyes but she still had little interest in him, which was fine in his eyes, he knew that this would take a bit of time. Looking at the lord and lady of the manor Zeno prepared for his exit,"I apologize if I seem like I'm being short with you but I am really excited about getting to work on your garden as soon as possible." Understanding the charming man's feelings Laura nodded, "Oh no, you're fine dear. Paul would you be so kind as to show him out to the gardens?" Paul nodded quickly, "Yes, madam." Then Zeno gave a curt bow as he took in lady Ivy one last time and turned to follow the butler out to the front gardens. Once they arrived the old man made the fact publicly known, "We are here at the gardens ." The assassin gave a quiet nod, "Thank you," and watched as he left and made his way back to the house. Pulling his eyes away from the male , it was time to inspect the garden. Taking a walk around his new working area he noticed that their last gardener placed everything in columns and separated the plants from one another. The framework for this was good, but he had done a lousy job in its execution as the plants didn't seem very healthy. Some of them had the wrong soil, others weren't getting any water or were too cramped. Shaking his head looking at this mess of a garden Zeno thought out loud after a heavy sigh, "This is going to take some work to get back into perfect order." The thought wasn't unwelcome but it seemed like he was doing this on a regular. If it wasn't for the fact that his daytime job was actually gardener then he would be upset at his circumstances.

Ivy let out a sigh of relief once he left. She looked to her parent's, her eyes pleaded with them, asking them if she could leave. "You can go Ivy, dear." And with that, she was back to the library. Back in her cozy chair. She picked up her book, and began to read where she left off. ...And so the prince started on his journey...I wonder how that gardener got the roses into Father's pocket--Back to reading. He slashed through the thorn's, fighting his way into the tower...He is probably already starting to garden. I wonder if finally the garden's would look pretty. The other gardener's just watered it every once in a while...He'll probably do the same, since he'll get paid either way. Oh! Back to the story... She kept switching from reading, to thinking, until finally she put the book down, and made her way to the entrance, peeking out the front door. What's he doing...?

After assessing the situation with the garden, it was decided that it would be best that the garden was redone by scratch and that's what he began to do. He started by uprooting each flower one by one, a tedious task to say the least, but it had to be done. He had just finished uprooting the eastern portion of the garden when he noticed lady Ivy peeking through the front door. Meeting her gaze with his soft emerald eyes sparkling against the midday sun and a gentle smile to match, "Lady Ivy? Of what do I owe the pleasure milady?" Taking off his gardening gloves he stood up and wiped the moist soil off of his clothes. Zeno didn't approach her, he understood that she was shy and had seemed like she didn't want his company earlier so if she had a change of heart she would have to approach him.

Ivy jumped, not expecting him to know her presence. She started fidgeting, and then she shut the door.

It was only a few minutes later, that she came back out. "W-what are you d-doing with the flowers...I-If I may ask?" She looked at the scene with a bit of a worried face. She liked flower's. And here he was uprooting them. She didn't know that he was going to start from scratch, so of course she was worried. "A-Are you hurting them?" She asked worriedly. "Oh--Uh...W-What type of flower was in my Father's pocket? I-I don't k-know the name." Ivy felt like she was disturbing the gardener. "O-Oh! Forgive me if I am being rude. I must be disturbing you." She started fidgeting with her hands.

((Oh dear, this is getting shorter...I must add more fancy words to my vocabulary.))

The gardener was a little startled when she simply slammed the door shut without a reply and wondered if he had been wrong to acknowledge her presence. Knowing he had more work to do he simply placed his thick leather gloves back over his long slender fingers and went back to work this time moving over to the western side of the garden. A few short minutes passed under the warm glaze of the evening sun before Ivy peeked back outside. The male was honestly caught off guard when she suddenly started talking to him. After he managed to get over his sudden shock a soft chuckle escaped his lips before he spoke, "Calm yourself milady, I will do you no harm I assure you. Come, join me and I will tell you all you'd like to know." He was unsure that Ivy would actually join him in the gardens but he figured there was no harm in suggesting it. "The flowers that you and your mother received were roses but the one you received was a special rose called Carridan's Tear. Maybe I'll tell you the story behind it one day." He plucked up a few more flowers before telling the young mistress that she was fine, "Your presence is no burden to me, it's quite the opposite in fact. You are more of a sight to see than these flowers here and if I may say so, that's quite a bold statement I just made for a man in my position." Zeno winked at her for good measure, it was part of his natural charm that even he lacked a true understanding of but it was a gift he was more than willing to use nonetheless.

(You're fine just give me what you got :D)

( I like large posts...But sadly it is hard for me to make them :[ )

Ivy slowly came out of her hiding place, closing the door behind her. She cautiously made her way to the side of Zeno. "Carridan's Tear? What a lovely name, for a lovely flower." She watched as he plucked out a few more flowers. "I think flower's are beautiful dead or alive. Sure, when they are alive they are colorful, lively. But when they are withering, they have a sort of...Elegance to them as well. I read somewhere that Flowers can be kept as book marks...But sadly I haven't yet have the chance to try it...I would enjoy having a flower bookmark. It could be useful." She suddenly realized she was talking a lot more then usual, then she went back to her cautious self. "...I enjoy books, and flowers..." She muttered, before keeping completely silent after.

This was unusual. Honestly, Zeno hadn't thought Ivy would open up to him so soon, she seemed as if she couldn't stand his presence at first. But it was no shock to him when she noticed she was being more friendly than usual that she reverted back to what he expected from her. Even so, the male put a kind smile on his face, "No need to be shy around me, I'm only a gardener, it's not like I can do anything to you." He chuckled lightly to make the scene believable though in all honesty he planned to kill her. Even so he went on to reply to her remarks, "I have to say that I agree with you. Flowers hold an abnormal essence about them, the tend to have this mysterious mystique even once they begin to wither and die. Something that can be said about few other things in this world of ours."

Ivy tilted her head to the side. A few other things? She was curious, but she felt as if she talked to much, so she didn't ask. "...You may be right...But something as little as a bee can be harmful...So i'd rather be cautious." She said in a hushed voice. Not realizing she was speaking a loud. "...But still. Death can be sad with flower's, and everything else." She sighed, before looking back at the manner. "I...Should go back into the manner now. Grandma always told me to much sun would be bad for my skin." She curtsied, and then began to walk back. "...Goodbye..."