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07-14-2011, 02:27 AM

Viridiana was not sure if she could quite trust Azoth to hold up his end of the bargain. After all, he was addicted to everything within the sexual nature. The act, the climax, everything. It was something Vi herself never could understand. Maybe it was because she did not have it often enough. Not that she was really looking most of the time. When it happened, it was great. But normally ended up with Viridiana scared for weeks if she was pregnant or not. Something she hated going threw. Since there was a reason there were not many lady assassins.

She took a couple of bites of the stew she had made. Nothing special to it really. Since it was something easy to make, they had it often. Vi would need to be sure she was back early enough to get dressed up. Another thing she seldom did. Vi was not even quite sure how to interact among the rich. Well besides putting a knife threw their chest.. silly right? The neck was a much easier kill. Still the thought crossed her mind if the sisterhood would be there. Well of coarse they would be. It was hard to recognize them most of the times, but they would be there.

His words of love, brought a rare smile to Viridiana. One only Azoth saw most of the time. She stood up from the table, with her finished bowl in hand. Giving him a kiss on the cheek before dropping the bowl in the sink. "I have to get going now. I got a tip about an enemy clan training this afternoon. May as well take out some of their up and coming bright stars." Viridiana told him. Not giving any too many details. Partly because she was not sure who it was. Just a location.

"I will meet you at the tavern in a short while."

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Curro Zaph had worked his way to become a Commander in the Templar order. Somehow, someway, he was forgiven for his crimes. When Curro was a child, he got into a bit of trouble, which had him ripped from his home and supposed to be excuted. The templar head at the time took mercy on the child. Deciding to take him under his wing and teach him right from wrong. Where Curro comes from is a complete mystery. Since if anyone were to ever find out, he would be ruined. The mystery is Curro grew up in a whore house. A house of sin and false love. His father was unknown and could have been anyone while his mother was a tramp. Normally it was scene as illogical to judge someone from their birth conditions. But in the Templar order, things were slightly different.

Curro was in his thirties by this point. Thirty four to be exact. Sadly though, the years were not well on Curro, for he easily could pass for someone older and wiser than he. He still had the same speed and strength, but his body was covered in scars, wrinkles, and even burns. He was amazing some of the stories he could tell. Maybe not as fun as Regnus, but stories none the less. He also had an old enemy back in town. Fernandez, he knew well of her. Curro could cover up his motive with she was an assassin and needed to be taken care of. But in reality she knew things about the Templar Curro just did not wish to get out. Or at least that was what Curro thought.

Curro sat beside Regus as he spoke to the small table of seven. Relaying his plan to lead a purge. Something that could rile up the public in an instant. Since they easily could loose business and homes. Not to mention they practically had the right to execute anyone they believed were working with assassins. Trading information, selling goods, hiding, buying from. Anything to get rid of the influence. There was silence around the room as Curro decided to speak up.

"It is a delicate sitution. We have reports of every large group sighting in town. At least one member from each has been scene. We can assume something is going on to bring them all here. A full purge may be a great idea... except.." Curro caught off to gather his thoughts, "We need to strike the leaders and higher ranking members of the clans. Cut off the head and the body is useless. I can assume we need to be sure of there locations first."