Beautiful. Her body language was simply beautiful in Azoth's eyes. Whether it was trained or not, she was good at it. Seduction. Not that this was the time to be getting caught up on that but he didn't care at the moment. A slight crooked grin graced his lips and it was as full of charm as he was. He often used his smile to disarm a person since he had been told it made him seem harmless. Hopefully it would help here.

It was a habit of both necessity and personal pleasure for Kage to take in the features of every person he allowed himself to come into contact with. His master had trained him to be perceptive of every little feature. With the number of Order's around, you just never knew when there was one feature on a person that would give them away at a later date and possibly save your own skin.

Her eyes were a beautiful honey gold similar to his own. Her clothing was simple, nothing to write home about, yet it showed off some of her flawless skin, which was the eye catcher. She had the ears of your typical elf, and long blond hair that was obviously well taken care of. And then there was the facial tattoo. That was the intruiging part. Azoth had his entire upper body tattooed but he never showed off his tribal tats. There was no way to see them without his shirt off. But something so obvious would be simple to pin to her and she should have known that. Is she really an assassin? I wonder. . .

The male approached her calmly with a bit of haste to say he was wary of being in such a place then extended a arm in a gentleman like fashion, "If it pleases you milady, I'll escort you wherever you wish." A flood of thoughts all flowed through his mind, and not all of them decent, but he kept them in check. He smiled gently at the woman hoping she wouldn't attempt to kill him. Being this close to a stranger was a risk, but he had some weapons concealed, and was far from defenseless.

"Where is your father? On my honor, I will help you find him." His accent always made him stand out, as hers did to her. If she was at all like him, it made it obvious he wasn't from around these parts but most people were more facinated by its melody than anything. Still it was a flaw of his that he couldn't hide without the use of his Talent. Something he had no reason to use. Yet.

Allowing his mind to clear, the raven haired male locked golden gaze with golden gaze allowing her eyes, instead of her other features to hold him, as he awaited her response. He made a mental note that she had actually seen them on the rooftop which confirmed his suspicions. Kage would have to see what he could learn about her, and what if he could, what she knew about the Order.

Tilting her head slightly to the side, another cruel smirk twitched over her lips as she folded her arms over her chest slightly. “Might I suggest a pair of glasses? It might prevent you killing one of your own accidently, because that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” The sarcasm was quite obvious, but then again, so was the amusement. “They must have been quite flattered though, to be mistaken for another Grand Master, quite an honour if I say so myself”

Watching him cautiously, Aidale’s entire body was poised, each muscle tense and prepared for movement. However, nothing gave way, the Grand master of the Order of Light didn’t move, knowing it would be more likely to set the other man off and start a fight. After all, neither could forget tensions between two assassins, let alone assassins of Orders that were...In disagreement with each other.

Tilting her chin up slightly, she smiled in amusement once more. “I did not follow you in particular...I was following people of interest and it so happened you piqued my interest.” She let out a low chuckle before slowly taking a measured, exact step back. “Although the fact you stooped low enough to steal a little apple does amuse me. If you are really interested, which I doubt you are, I am on my break, so I decided to go into town for a little while...What of you? Why would the Grandmaster of the Order of Shadows be out here?”

"Out of irony, I am here of the same accord," Claus said nonchalantly, blinking in the same manner. He wasn't especially surprised. Being stuck up in a hideout simply proved to be dreadful. There was absolutely nothing to do except eat. And, really, their cook was only a little bit better than decent.

The Architect observed her tense body with light bemusement. As if she could actually prepare for him. But let her think what she would. He didn't have the power to prevent that. Though, it was rather desired. He supposed that was another reason why all guilds were so desperately ready to take down the Templars.

"Flattered? Hah. Hardly such. If I said that to one of the less-understanding males somewhere, he'd most likely be upset..." He thought for a moment. "Then again, most men would be upset if they were told they looked like a woman..." The Grandmaster shrugged.

(Made a quick edit to the last part of my post, nothing really important. Just thought I should inform miss Black. That is all. . .)

((Thanks ^_^ lol. I did miss it.))

Faith released a small smile as he moved towards her with a slight bit of haste. She slowly started to reply made up thoughts in her head. Making up a crew and even what her supposed father would have looked like. A merchant, much like the one she just just spoken to. Although blond hair and clean shaven. It would do. She would also have to add the man was human. Her adoptive father of sorts. Since Elven traders were very few. It would work.

She took his arm, wrapping hers around it and resting her other hand on his bicep. A bit suggestive, but why not play a bit. "My name is Izabella." She said, rolling the L's over her tongue as she said her fake name. "My father, I should mention is human. His wife took me in when I was small, so I grew to be one of his own. The pretty one I like to say." Faith said with a small laugh. Patting his arm a bit.

"He mentioned he was doing a bit of business in and around the city and to get a room at a tavern. The name alas... fled my mind. I believe it mentioned something of the Sun in the title." Faith continued. Giving his as much information as she could. But at the same time holding back. She would have her fun for a short time before heading to meet with her sister.

Her hand gave a short squeeze to his bicep, "My my, how strong you are my good man. Perhaps if we find this make believe Tavern I could buy you a drink for your troubles.. Or even multiple to really loosen you up." She said to him with a slight raise of brow. Her golden eyes gazing right into his own. She suddenly looked up, hearing a crash from the trash cans a few yards from them. A stray dog with sleep in its eyes glared. Growling harshly at the two.

"Best to simply avoid him, no? Must be a way threw the market we may trudge. Never know what these beauties carry." Faith suggested. Normally she would simply kill the animal. Since one bite could kill a man if the dog was carrying anything. She hugged a bit tighter to the strange man as if scared by the beat. It was then she noticed something.. The material of the shirt she felt did not match with the shirt of the illusion. With all the outfits Faith owned she would know fairly well. An illusion. How fun..

She pulled the strange man back towards the market. "Best not to anger him. Fighting is not something I am very fond of."

When the woman introduced herselt, Azoth felt a smile tug at his lips but he restrained it, "Forgive my manners," a hint of regret in his voice. "My name is Kylar. It is a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman. Even under these conditions." He grinned revealing his perfectly white teeth. Listening to the woman's explaination put the man on guard but he didn't show it. When she was finished he gave her a quick wink, "Lady Izabella, we'll find your fabled tavern, and your father." If either of them exists that is. . .

When she touched him, the male felt a heat rush through his body. There's nothing quite like a real woman's touch. Azoth was rarely excited by the touch of a stranger but there were exceptions to everything. Then an idea struck, "A tavern is for less refined tastes. You have the aura of a true woman, which is sorely lacking around here. I believe a woman of your caliber must have an eye for the finer things as you well deserve." Azoth used his exotic voice to sing the beautiful sounds of seduction, "How about we go to a classy resturaunt? My treat of course, and we can sight see as well." A date. It would always tromp sitting at a tavern with a woman as gorgeous as she, and it would be a good chance for him to. . . get to know her.

Izabella's golden gaze was simply intoxicating, and he had to admit that she was as alluring to him as he was charming to others, though he had a feeling if that were their battle ground he would lose. Still, he had more than one trick up his sleeve. Then there was a noise, but as an assassin well trained, his nerves were like steel. So instead of jumping which would have been the appropriate reaction in this situation, Azoth nonchalantly turned his gaze to the ravenous dog. Shit. His golden eyes had been fixed to a toxic killers stare and he eyed the dog for no more than two seconds before it began wimpering and running back through the alley the way it came. Stupid.

He then quickly softened the poisonous glare and smiled at Izabella, knowing that he may have just shown something he shouldn't have, but he would have to figure out how to play that to his advantage or hope she didn't see it later. Smiling his ever so charming smile, the raven maned male began walking towards the markets, with the lady in arm. "The beast won't bother us anymore. Come now, lets find this illusive father and tavern of yours." She had said she wasn't fond of fighting, but that was to be seen.

"Now which way first milady?"

((This is making me laugh. They both are completely hiding their identities, silently fighting each other, and flirting at the same time. Wonderful ^_^ Can Azoth understand Spanish? Because I can translate easily^^ Otherwise the mystery works for me lol.))

She watched as the dog seemed to flee in terror as her stranger, who's name he had given as Kyler. This to Faith only sealed it for her. Only a select few could send a rabid stray away with a simple gaze of his eye. The dog probably even saw something she could not. Animals were very good at staying away from danger after all. It brought Faith to wonder. What did this very handsome man she held really look like? Was he dark? Tattoo's? Faith did have a bit of a thing for tattoo's. Her Sisters enjoyed mocking her for it.

The man was a mage. Able to cast a powerful illusion without her being able to see threw it. Well, not at first any how. Maybe she would simply ask?.. Maybe later. This was far more fun. His stare, even sent a few shivers down her own spine. Sending a wave-like effect threw her entire body. Breath.. Faith thought to herself as she let out a breath she had not even realized was being held. It took her a moment to even realize he was looking down at her. His eyes completely changed and soft as they had been before.

What had he just mentioned.. Date? yes.. Faith had to remind herself after the mangy beast interrupted. She held answer until they went towards the markets. "A classy restaurant? That sounds nothing less than wonderful Sir Kyler. I heard of a place resting on the waters edge. Looking over the ocean and ships in the harbor. As beautiful as a piece of art."

As they entered the busy marketplace, it seemed even more people had woken up and come. For it was nothing but loud voices, and the stink of fish from sitting in the sun. The smell of spices still lingered. Some of those same spices most homes had in their kitchens. Faith even had to raise her voice slightly in order to speak to her male companion.

"Which way indeed." She said, mainly to herself. As beautiful and powerful as she was, Faith still had a very small frame. The mixed raced in the market seemed to engulf her. Which would have been perfect if she were alone. Faith could very easily navigate the busy market. But she held the part of a visiting woman. "Curse my short stature." She spoke with another laugh, "I believe towards the east-" She cut herself off. Reaching and taking hold of a young man to her left. "Dale aquí porcina" Faith spoke to him in her native language. She was as calm as could be, although her grip was strong on the man. She was simply holding her hand out as he placed her money pouch back into it. Running as fast as he could away.

"De todos modos... Now where were we my dear.. Ah! the east." She said reminding herself. Turning towards her companion. Catching the pickpocket so easily probably completely gave her away. Or at the very least brought some questions to his own mind. Twas true. But she could easily say she felt the man take it. Not like the decoy pouch that hung on her belt had much in it. A few copper tone coins.

"It is still early, no? Perhaps that sight seeing you had mentioned? I would much prefer avoiding the docks now any how. Then men there are so distasteful." I wonder how long he can hold his illusion..?

(With the leather I'm referring to the boots which is stated that your character is wearing in your first post.)

(Lol agreed wholeheartedly. This is going to be interesting. Sadly his spanish is very limited haha so a translation whenever you use it would be nice or you could simply leave him wondering. I don't mind either way. ^_^)

She does have good taste. "Ah you must mean Tramonto Bacio," he said with his usual crooked grin (it means sunset's kiss in Italian). He continued, "It's my favorite resturaunt in town. You do have wonderful taste my dear." Kylar, the name he had assumed for the time being, cast his gaze upward for a moment, silently thanking Nysos. "I would love to take you there and we can sit on the second floor balcony and watch a real work of art." The sunset.

The market district had seemed to gain some more shoppers as the morning progressed as it was now bustling with people all over. The day had started out in Azoth's favor and he prayed that it would end that way. He knew he was taking a gamble by spending time with her, but he just couldn't ignore her. It felt as if her body called to him and he lusted after her although he would never openly say it. A master assassin had to be able to control all his emotions and he would do just that.

Izabella, if that really was her name, began to speak then suddenly stopped and snatched up a cutpurse. She said something to him in spanish and he returned her coinpurse. That was awefully quick. So she is one of us. But who do you work for my lithe little kitten? And are you out to kill me? Questions to be answered all in due time I suppose.

"A tour it is then. Now where should we start? West!" Then the male took the woman and began to lead her through the market westward heading for the Cathedral. Kylar wondered if his guildmates were still chatting on the roofs. They had been spotted once today. Careless. And I'm being reckless. Then he looked at his female companion and he remembered why he was being reckless. It him almost a minute to realize that he was simply staring at her. Kylar was memorizing her frame, her movements, and it wasn't because he wanted to kill her although he should have.

He already had enough evidence to prove that she wasn't who she said she was but this was. . . fun. Snapping back to reality finally he remembered, "Wait, what about finding your father and that tavern? Did you still want to find them or, can they wait?" His entire mannerisms were geared towards seduction. He gazed into her eyes with a longing hoping to stir something within her.

It was all he could do to convince her to stay with him. But he didn't know why he actually wanted to spend time a little time with her when he should be trying to kill her. Azoth had never thought about spending time with any of the other women he wanted to bed but she obviously wasn't like them. Curse my overwhelming desires.

His nonchalant answer brought a quiet chuckle from her lips again. “What is the coincidence of such a thing happening! I doubt it’s often that two Grandmasters chose to take a break at the same time in the same area of town” Aidale raised an eyebrow slightly as she spoke.

She watched his gaze with quiet contemplation, calculating any possible attacks that may wing their way towards her. Of course, Aidale held no presumptions that she could easily escape from the other Grandmaster. If it was easy, then he wouldn’t hold such a position of power. However, Aidale herself was fast, and with her shapeshifting ability there was no space too small for her to sneak through. She was no fool to think she could fight the other and get away unscathed, which meant her best option was escape.

Looking surprised when the other spoke again, she shrugged as well, a mirror action of the Architect’s. “Ah, that is true, some men seem to be more concerned with their appearance than women, in that certain area anyway” She let out a light laugh before glancing briefly over the other’s shoulder, then looking back to him. “Unless of course it was their aim to look like a woman”

Claus sighed tiredly, almost. The conversation was starting to bore him, though...he found a bit of amusement left to provoke. "Hmm...irony, indeed," the man mused, his arms crossed now in a solemn glare, rather frightening when gazed upon. "That the exact opposite of myself is mirroring my every action...darkness and light, male and female..." He smirked suddenly, contrasting his first frightful gaze.

"Yes, mirrors...too bad, however, that they only show what's outside..."

With that, he turned, dismissing the other with a measly wave. "I do believe I should be going now. Do have a good day," he called gracefully, motioning for Siona to follow...

Her own gaze had narrowed slightly. Some who didn’t believe in the fact she was a shapeshifter would say this was the reason they called her the White Viper. Her gaze was almost paralyzing, certainly a simple merchant or nobleman would have frozen to the spot. It brought her some satisfaction she could frighten a person in such a way. No longer a damsel in distress it seemed.

Aidale smirked faintly, once more mirroring his actions, as he described the ways they were exact opposites. “Perhaps the fates have chosen to work in this way for a particular reason...Then again, they may just be bored” She answered calmly before nodding curtly at his next words. “One would be surprised, a mirror can show far more than just the reflection...Perhaps you and I will run into each other once more, it would be a shame to end our meetings on this one” Aidale stated, watching the man in silence as he turned away.

Of course she made no movement to follow or attack. Even Aidale was not that stupid. However, she did smirk wickedly at the lady who had been accompanying the Grandmaster. “Run along little one, the master has summoned you” Her voice dripped in disdain, although it was whispered.

Siona had first followed when asked, however at the scent of yet another from another creed she chose to remain higher up on the rooftops, hand steadily resting on the retractable spear in case an attack was needed. Her gaze was carefully trained on the woman that could be a potential threat at the moment, while her ears still held onto the sounds of Azoth's voice, although a it was a bit more distant now and the growing noise in the market was starting to make it somewhat difficult to keep track and keep her attention on the Light's grandmaster.

Through the conversation between the Claus and the one known as Aidale, or the more commonly called names The Architect and White Viper, she had known to at least stay silent. Her disapproval however of the idea of her being 'flattered' in being mistaken for the female grandmaster was clearly evident in her eyes. That disapproval of course only increased the more they talked, however she still chose to hold her tongue and remain where she was.

It was only when she was once more directed to follow by the Architect did she choose to at least relinquish the position she held on the rooftop and gracefully landed to the ground. Standing straight she paused before fully following her order's Grandmaster. "I advise you not to look down upon me, nor take me lightly just because I am ranked lower within my Order. Those ranked the same as I in your Order and the ones in my are completely different calibers, a fact I believe has been proven time again from the casualties within your Order alone. The next time we see on another might very well turn with only one among the living still. Even if that were not I, I can guarantee that you would not come out missing at least a few limbs if not half dead yourself" the wolfen assassin calmly though clearly stated as her gaze chose not to glare, but rather hold the promise of death and a small hint of the ferocity within, before she again turned and began to follow her own grandmaster though never dropping her guard even with her back turned.

Her lips curled into a sneer as she gazed coldly at the shadow assassin. “Little wolf, do not think you could last in a fight with me. It may be true you have bested many of my Order, but do not be mistaken in thinking I have not done the same to yours.” Brushing her fingers smoothly through her hair, Aidale felt briefly one of the poison darts concealed behind her ear. “Perhaps your Master ought to re-train you, after all, a dog at least knows his station, and does not dare to rise above it or else threaten those who would easily kill it.” She added before turning sharply, beginning to walk in the opposite direction of the two. Normally Aidale was not so quick to insult like that, even one of a supposed enemy Order. However, the fact the girl had dared suggest she could harm Aidale to such a degree as she had...It had angered the viper greatly.

Claus's steps seemed to just...stop in midsentence. No, they disappeared. His whole self was not where he was. Instead, he was in a new walking area, right beside the Viper herself, pointing his revolver straight at her head.

"Insults aren't taken lightly for her," the Architect said melancholantly, his steps in tune with her over prideful stride.

And just like that, he was, again, back in his original steps, not missing a single beat until out of the alley way, waiting for the Master Assassin. "Hurry up, will you. I'm still quite hungry..."

Siona couldn't help but let out a rather haughty sounding laugh. "You've grown too comfortable with the title grandmaster, and the 'power' granted with that title has all but blinded your senses. Although I am of lower rank, that is no reason to take one as lightly as you're clearly taking me. Besides I've no fear of a snake like you, after all a wolf can still bite even with its head chopped off. Perhaps the one who needs retraining is you" the hybrid said with a dismissal wave of her hand. Personally she had far better things to do then to continue exchanging insults.

At her own grand master's beckoning she calmly and obediently followed, though again she still choose to keep her guard up, just in case she needed to make proof of her words. She was still aware that yes in a battle against one ranked a grand master she could lose her life, but again she was rather determined that if she were to fall she would still carry out her promise. "Of course" she replied with a small bow of her head and once more continued to follow, with her hand still hovering over the location of her spear just in case. Not that her back up wasn't easier to use, however indicating her primary allowed for her secondary or hidden to be all but ignored.

((Ahh, okay.... sorry.))

Fernandez found herself humming a bit as they made their way threw the markets. They would be heading for the Cathedral she knew. In reality she had been living in the city for a few months. Even owned a small home just north. Very risky for an assassin to have a home, but it was far better than a cot, or shared room. Not that those were horrible. It was just wonderful to have a place to call her own to go back to. She of coarse shared it with another one of her sisters, but they had separate rooms.

"The ceilings of these places, are they painted?" Fern asked her male companion. Looking up to meet his gaze. She had not even noticed his stare on her. The blond realized it must have been a silly question. After all, in large cities art was everywhere. It was almost as if she were simply thinking aloud. Fern had many missions in the cathedral. It being a very popular place for Templar's to work out of. Well, at the very least working under the cardinals. She had to intercept letters, or ease-drop on conversations. All very simple boring things to be completely honest. Taking out a holy member was far more fun. Since you could not out right assassinate them or even poison them. It had to appear as an accident most times.

"Silly silly questions I ask, no?" She said with a short laugh. Looking to the raven haired man. They looked like complete opposites which was far more entertaining. He then brought up her father. Ah yes, that man. She thought to herself. Opening her mouth to answer.

"The way I see it, He is out doing business most of this day. At least those were his words. Therefore there is no rush. It is what, about high noon you would say? There is time for some exploring. So I suppose it can wait." Fernandez said with a small shrug.

She looked up into his eyes again.. seeing something she only had scene in herself. It was the look of complete lust and longing. This man was completely entranced by her beauty. She was like the spider, calling the prey to her little web. Spinning her outer beauty like a web, being careful with the delicate piece of art. It alone brought him in.

As they entered a road with far less people, Fernandez turned to the man, stopping in her tracks. "Or perhaps we could simply skip the tour and go right to después de la Parte (The after party). That, my dear, is entirely up to you." She pressed slightly closer to him. Even going so far as to move his arm slightly so it was more around her waist. She was not worried about him feeling any of her concealed weapons. Since they simply were elsewhere.

(Lol no need to apologize.)

"Yes, some places have painted ceilings, such as the Cathedral where we're headed." The city was as beautiful as it could be in some areas like the noble district, and as downtrodden as thought possible in the peasant's district. But the true beauty was that anything was possible here. A low born merchant could quickly become a nobleman if he was good enough at selling his product. Aspiring artists flourished here, gaining inspiration from every nook and cranny of the city. The templars claimed to be the highest Law in the city but they were more corrupt than the public knew and there was an abundance of theives, murderers, and of course assassins.

Azoth had been a street rat since the time he could remember, that is until he tried to rob the previous Grandmaster's coinpurse. It was a mistake that had been a blessing in disguise. He owed everything, his life, the realization of his abilities and birthright to the Order. It was the one thought that kept him moving forward, next to his desire to be Grandmaster himself. A smirk appeared on his face as he thought about it. I have plenty of time, I do have the lifespan of an elf.

Was that a silly question? "No no, you're new here so there is no such thing milady." Of course by now he knew that wasn't true but he would play along until there was no reason to anymore. Then she finally said confessed what Kylar had known to be true. So her father's not really all that important huh? Fake.

Then as their eyes met once more, Kylar felt it. He could tell she knew that he was entranced and that he desired her physically. What she said and did next was what the assassin was hoping she wouldn't do. Dammit, I lose. Azoth's face flushed as heat rushed to his loins. "I," he trailed off as his gaze went to a nearby alley. "Follow me," he said in a low and seductive tone. His body felt like it was on fire and he was throbbing already. Damn, how the hell does she do this?

Moving his hand from her hip the male latched onto her hand gently, making a note of how soft it was and what that must mean about the rest of her body, as he lead her to the alley. He then made one extra turn around the next corner so that nobody could see them unless they were above looking down. Then, pressing Izabella's voluptuous body to the wall, Kylar placed a soft kiss on her lips. They were soft, perfect in everyway imaginable and this aroused the male even more. His lips then went on to make contact with various areas on her neck before he pulled back and allowed his golden gaze to relay his desires as his hands explored her body. They familiarizing themselves with every one of her sensual curves and it only made him realize just how beautiful she was. He explored her in such a fashion that one might almost call it an appreciation.

Leaning in closer as he made the advance to place his soft lips against hers, the male stopped, just barely a hair from unleashing thier passions and whispered, "Who are you, really?" His eyes still carried that lustful hunger, but there was an obvious edge to his voice that hinted that the wrong answer would cost her. Though he hadn't bothered to search her for weapons (he really did just appreciate the fullness of her body) he did placed a spell on her when they locked eyes so that she wouldn't be able to pull away from his gaze right now, and so that he would know if she lied to him. Kylar undoubtedly longed for her, and he was ready to take her now, but the lies would have to go. Odd. There was something about her that intrigued him, captivated his mind and his loins (which was a fair equivalent for his heart at times like this), but for some reason if he was going to do this, it would have to be on honest terms.

Nysos! Why is she doing to me?

She found her being pulled towards the back alleys just seconds after toying with his head. She was slowly giving up her little lies. They each knew the other was hiding a great secret. It was only a matter of time before one of them caved and asked. Fernandez was led down the alley, and after a quick turn was up against the wall. His hands right away were on her body. There was a soft kiss at her lips, which Fernandez wrapped her arms around his neck, toying the the raven locks of hair. It was very long. Even longer than most females she had been in the same position with. He pressed calloused hands to her soft skin. Hands formed from years and years of training. Most women would hate the shear feelings of it, but it took an assassin to really appreciate it.

Then the mood was ruined with a simple question. Bringing a small groan from the abyss of her throat. She appeared to be in a very back position. Held against the wall, hands behind his head. Not to mention she was completely insulted he really had no idea who she even was. After all she was not in a disguise or anything. Maybe he was young? Yes, that at least would answer a few questions. Fernandez was not as famous as other assassins. Then again, because of her weapon choice she could easily be scene as a cheat. Poison, though widely used by assassins, was nearly never used in the way Fern used it.

She would coat her weapons in it. That being the most popular way to use poisons. Slipping it into drinks was also a fun way, but Fern took it even a step further. Being immune to most plants and there effects now a days after ingesting them for years, she could easily eat something and kiss another. although that tactic was scene as very sleazy and underhanded. But if it got the job done, then why not?

"You wish this to be an honest act my dear?" She whispered to him, resting her forehead against his in a loving fashion. Her accent and voice remained the same as she had been speaking. Maybe with the slightest bit of an Italian accent thrown into it. Making the mysterious void the man would know about her only a feeble bit larger. Or maybe it would simply grow. Honest intercourse was something of foreign to Fern. She was always hiding under some sort of skin or character. Plus the person normally died during, or soon after. This man in front of her peeked her interest. It would not be the first time with another assassin. Probably not the last. But this man seemed to be prying information from her in a way. Is he worried I was sent to kill him? Oh, will him finding how I truly am will not help.. She thought to herself. Since she was known for a poisonous kiss. Bien no es este el apuro.. (Well isn't this the predicament) She thought to herself. She had been silent for merely a few seconds before speaking out loud.

"In truth, What took you so long? I wasn't truly trying. I am an assassin, as you well know, and no I was not scent to kill you. Simply enjoying a day in the market.. and taking out a cheating husband... How does it go.. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." She said to him. Although she seemed relaxed within his arms, she was completely on her guard now. "My name is of no importance. And not because I do not wish to tell you, but because I do not have one. Faith is what they call me, although Izabella does have a nice ring, no?" She said with a small laugh.

"So, My dear. May I ask who you are?... But allow me to guess if I may?" Fern paused a moment. Closing her eyes, remembering the three on the roof. She was certain he was one of the shadow order. Simply because it was interesting how fast he found her. Especially since they had been watching her. "You are an assassin, good field to get into I hear, no?" Dry humor, yes.. "A high ranking one from your level of seduction. But also enjoying a day out from your clothes." She did not feel she should mention what guild she believed he belonged to. Since frankly, she did not want to know. If her sisters were to find out she was messing around with an enemy guild, she would be punished. Probably the same for him.

"So mi querido (my dear), I ask you. Where do we go from here? Do you take your blade and strike me down in cold blood? Do we go our separate ways? Or do we continue somewhere other than this back alley?"

She was even more dangerous than Azoth had originally thought. Not becuase he had underestimated her, but becuase she was being truthful. She was a danger to him becuase if this fling somehow blossomed into something more, it was likely he could be expelled from the Order and hunted down if caught. Not that there were many people alive who could actually manage to kill him, but the thought was still an unpleasant one.

Her muscles had never tensed in the time they had spent together, so she was either well prepared or she had no idea what he was capable of. Probably a bit of both. Kage figured it was mostly the former. There was a third option but she was an assassin like him so there was no way she was thinking it. Or at least it wasn't likely.

When she asked if he wanted their relationship to be honest, a rush of anger rose in him like a tsunami and none of it was directed at her, because he himself was forcing the matter. Of the two he was obviously weaker mentally (in the sense of giving in to temptation), and it would pester him for a while to say the least. Something new he would have to work on. Usually sex was simple, he asked and women said yes. Why couldn't this be like that with her? She'll kill you that's why. . . Or was it?

His thought was drowned in a serene melody when she began speaking. So she had a hit today as well, and I would have escorted her to the place? The realization made the male smile, but not his usual crooked grin, a genuine smile. She's a true piece of art. Then as she told him what her given name was, his intejecture was quick, "Faith, I think that both of them work for you my little seductress." He joined the blond in her chuckle.

He listened quietly expressionless, though his eyes and body still portrayed his lust, until she had finished her analysis of who he was and his crooked grin reappeared. "Yes, I'm an assassin but no I'm not enjoying a day out. I just finished a hit not long ago and have another one tonight. This just happened to be my outfit for the day." She was an accurate guess considering how little she had seen. Everything she had said was logical. She's obviously high ranking as well. Possibly higher than myself. He had intentionally left his ranking as a lingering statement. He didn't know hers. Plus, wow much would it benefit either of them if she knew? Likely not much.

Azoth raised an eyebrow and laughed after her question, "What even makes you think I'm armed? I could kill you without ever lifting a finger." It wasn't an insult, though it could easily be seen as one, and his eyes showed that he wasn't telling a lie. He kissed her, like a husband would kiss his new bride, a few times and pressed his body against her own. His hands were still taking liberties and admiring her body gently. After a few long moments he pulled back for a moment and whispered softly in her ear, "I wouldn't dare waste the opportunity to taste a pure luxury like you. We'll continue this wherever. . . whenever," he pressed his lips to the side of her neck in the breaks, "On your terms." It wasn't like she didn't know that he craved her. He would just let what happened, happen.

Gorgeous, strong women have always been a weakness of mine. And will one day be the death of me. . .

Fernandez noticed each emotion passing threw the man as she spoke. She was rather calm at first while he gathered her thoughts. Why would she be so truthful? There was nothing she said she had to hide. Merely her name she had given. Or better her code name. Since the name Fernandez was not much of a name. Well, it could have been, but she did not consider it so. What else had she told him? Mentioning her hit back in the market. The man in the tavern. Although he probably did not even realize she had done that. Since at the time she was across the market already. Not many would put two and two together. But there was no way to tie her to it in the first place. She seemed to surprise him really.

Fernandez then noticed anger when she mentioned their relationship. Not that it was much of one just yet. Just two people messing around with each other. Or maybe it was more. She was never so good with morphing feelings such as love. Simply the idea of false love. The physical aspect. The few times it entered it mind, and she thought of it, she almost shut down. Not from over thinking, or being too overwhelmed by the complex word. Maybe she simply did not understand. No how many happy couples. Even now as she thought of it, it did nothing but confuse the poor girl. Not that she showed it in her expression.

Her own name being spoken from the lovely lips brought her attention to him. honey pools looking into his golden stare. The insult brought a small laugh from her. Instantly silencing her as he kissed her. Straight passion floated threw his lips. He was as intrigued in her and she was in him. It was much like a circle. He seemed very different from any man she met from the clans. Even the Brother of searing Ice could be too stone like. But the sisterhood was on good terms with them... They being probably the only other clan. Maybe the new shadow guild-master would bring in some nice change. Fernandez's hands went to the sides of his face as he kissed her, feeling her body being pressed up against the shadow-cooled stone. It sent a few shivers down her spine.

"On my terms?" She questioned. She had pretty much left it up to him just seconds ago. Since she knew what would happen if they were found out. With her guild she would simply be punished. As she had in the past. Nothing truly frightening. "A simple bedroom, under the docks... the top of the cathedral. Wouldn't that be a challenge. Templars, priests, and... echos." Fernandez said simply thinking out loud..

"All assassin's are armed. Even with magic, it is silly to at least not have a knife.." She whispered in his ear as he kissed down her neck. She turned her head a bit to the side to allow him better access. "Are you going to tell me of the skeletons in your closet Kylar?" Fernandez asked him. Knowing it was a fake name he had given her. He simply had not told her his own. If he even was going to tell her. Or even what he was doing when he found her. Perhaps he really was sent to kill her from the Master Assassin back on the roof. She released a small moan from her throat as he kissed neck. Nothing loud, but just enough.

Azoth hadn't saw the man appear from the tavern as he died from poisoning, no his eyes had been captured by this lithe blond woman who almost noticed him before he noticed her. She had a swag about her that was rare in this city and it made him curious. The way her hips swayed and twisted as she strode around calmly. The way she carried herself in general told him that this mysterious woman wasn't the average everyday type. And thus he followed her and here they were.

Just being touched by her was electrifying and it made the assassin grateful that he had bothered to trail her. Nysos, you know me well. If this is your reward for my service and sacrifice, I'll bathe in blood for you. It was a sinister thought, but being an assassin wasn't a pristine lifestyle despite how rewarding it had been to him.

As she pondered his words for a moment and the male's charismatic gaze was glued to her face. Faith was radiant. She was like a stunning full moon in the night's sky accented in earnest by the glow of every start surrounding it. A breathtaking sight in an artist's eyes. Then as he listened to her suggestions, the raven maned male snickered, "I see you prefer, public places." It was turn on. "Well, if you're impressed with my, talents, then I'd be willing to get highly acquainted with any place you can think of." It was an offer that would have to be answered after a moment of passion.

Then she seemed to think that he was lying about being unarmed. His Talent was more than enough of a weapon for him to actually have to walk around with one, "My dear, you have no idea what I'm capable of." Azoth smirked as he kissed her slowly, and then he wondered if she knew who he was, or if she was interested in knowing him. Until she asked.

He paused for a moment allowing them both to catch their breath and he thought about what it was he was willing to tell her. Should I tell her my actual name? No, not right now at least. . . A hint of sadness flitted through his eyes but it was gone as fast as it had appeared and was replaced by an unfamiliar emotion as his eyes narrowed slightly, "My name is Kage. If you know who that is then you already know I'm from the Order of Shadows, but I think you've guessed that by now. Correct, love?" His voice was audibly just above a whisper and it was surprisingly soft and serene.

It took him a moment to realize that he had now told her he was Kage, one of the city's most highly respected and well known assassin's. If you knew anyone in the city worth knowing, then you had heard of him. Not only in this particular city but quite a few more around the country. The things that very few actually knew about him, was his real name or what he actually looked like. There were a number of rumors that had spread about his appearance and who he really was, but as usual all of them were wrong. Azoth was proud of his work, and his reputation. He was highly respected, brutal, efficient, and most of all he never failed. That was what had made his legend grow and Nysos rewarded his faithful.

Fernandez simply smiled as he mentioned the small quark about her. Well, living in danger was simply part of the life style. There always has to be some amount of danger to everything. Bringing weapons past guards into a ball, taking out multiple contracts while staying out of the way. It had to be planned perfectly after all. Or even what they were doing now. The order of shadows was supposed to be far larger than any of the other orders. Any of there men could be watching. Making sure they would not loose such a treasured accent. Some masters were known to never go anywhere without a small army of underlings following them around. But they tended to be a rare sight.

"Nor should I have to worry for the time being no?" Although she was not expecting an answer from the very handsome male in front of her, it was a very fun game after all. He introduced himself just a second or two later. Allowing both to catch their breath. While he did so, it gave Faith a moment to lean completely against the wall and admire him. When one thought of an assassin, a picture of him probably came to mind. Long black hair, alluring eyes, and the facial expressions that easily could turn deadly in half a second. He honestly was perfect. Although Fernandez knew nothing about him, but some more details were filled in as he introduced himself.

Kage of coarse was very well known. He was highly respected, even from other orders. Most would never cross or go against him because of the brutal roamers. He was known to excel threw the ranks of the Order of Shadows along with another assassin by the name of Era of Silens Umbra. The two also had their own rumors, not that either of them probably know of them. Simple ones such as they were seeing each other. Nothing too out of the ordinary. But if he was the third person on the roof deflecting the scythe from her, maybe...

"But of coarse, mi dulce (my sweet) Kage." She said his name, toying with the word slightly. She was gratified to have a name to put to the face of the rumors. Very easily she could use it to her advantage. Selling the information to other clans and orders. But, Fernandez did not feel the need. It was a secret she was sharing with her. He was far more important than she. The Shadow Order having far more known influence on the city. "It is a pleasure to put a name to the wonderful face."

She leaned up to place a small peck on his lips as her slim ears twitched slightly. Hearing something interesting in the distance. She stopped, her gaze concentrating in the two talking. Being an elf, her hearing was superior to that of a human. Most of her senses were in fact, but her statue and strength was far limited. "Interesting.." She finally said as the two humans around the corner went their separate ways. They were just around the corner of the alley as she heard their plan without the background noise of the market.

"Slavers are the worse type of bichos (vermin).." Fernandez said to him. The term hitting a sore spot in her. Her ears drooped slightly as she became heated. Quickly regaining her composure, the elf's ears stood back up straight. She was a slave for a short while after all. After being sold from the brothel into slavery, she was one of the lucky ones. The sisterhood bought her right up. But the memory of being in the cage with skin covered walking skeletons was very haunting. "I'm very sorry mi dulce. Getting my being distracted like that." Fernandez said in a bit of broken English. The two humans were speaking about the docks. A shipment going off to the south. That shipment being... Well you could probably guess.

Her smile had told the male that he was right of course and that she enjoyed that type of thing. And honestly, it was perfect for him. Life just always seemed to be more interesting when there was the presence of danger lingering about. Maybe that was what made this chance meeting so intriguing. The punishment for this could be devastating, or it could be light, depending on what the Grandmaster saw as a fitting punishment. Rank or status meant nothing when dealing with the one man who was his superior, but the Architect wasn't an unjust leader. It was one thing he admired about the odd man, aside from his skills.

"No my dear, you have nothing to worry about. Well, I could think of one thing. . ." His eyes went to her stomach, but of course he was kidding, and he grinned mischievously to show as much. Although the thought made him wonder if he did have any little one's running around the city as bastards. He had never thought of it, but it was possible, not that he wanted to actually know. Azoth hadn't cared for any of the other women he bedded, they were just tools to him. However, Faith was not to be treated as such. She was, precious.

When she leaned back against the wall listening to him, Kage almost lost his train of thought. It took him remembering his years of training to stay on track as she eyed him in an appreciative way. It made him smile as he spoke but told the master assassin that they were on the same page. Perfect.

The way she spoke his name, his codename, for the first time it was a sweet calming melody being played from one's favorite instrument. And naturally he couldn't keep from smiling. Since when did the infamous Kage smile this much? And now that I've told my most precious secret I hope it doesn't get me killed later on down the road. Honestly, Kage was more of his name than Azoth was. Azoth was a small time noble who was well mannered, knew his place, but well loved nonetheless. His reputation told that he was licentious and that his money was from owning a few small time businesses in which he had helped start. All of it true, as Kage had started the rumors himself.

The raven haired assassin owned a few brothels on the other side of town, a temporary life he had experienced during a year of his training, which lead to an addiction he would probably now deal with for life. Many of his clients hadn't been all that attractive but he could alter that at will, with his Talent. He on the other had gained a reputation for being a talented call boy but that life wasn't one he enjoyed. He still freshly remembered the stench of cologne, musk, sweat and other body fluids in his mind. He was forever grateful for that training and done with that life.

Faith's kiss distracted him from the negatism that threatened to overrun his mind briefly and brought Azoth back to reality. The mage then listened as the female took in some information. He wondered what she had heard for a moment and then his eyes went narrow and his face colored with rage. They found the body already and now they're trying to out maneuver me huh? A devilish grin appeared on Kage's face as he came up with his plan. Kage is not the man to try and cross.

Looking at the woman before him red with anger as well, his expression softened again, as he cupped her face and placed one more passionate kiss on her supple lips then smiled, "I need your help Faith. The head of those slavers was my next hit, and apparently they're moving things up thanks to the absence of their supplier." He paused for a brief moment and looked around the alley, "I'll pay you whatever you desire for the information, but it seems the Night Angel has to shut this operation down now but I can't do it blindly. Tell me what you heard."

Nysos, I now offer you the blood of these corrupted men. May their blood bind their souls to you in the afterlife and rain blessings on your faithful. . .

Fernandez noticed his eyes on her stomach, but was not so worried about such a thing. She had never been accidentally.. knocked up in the past. She guessed due to her life style. If a child could even survive her poisoned body it would be a miracle. Even though it probably was not impossible. She had never really spoken to a physician about the matter. Then again, she could not really force herself to go to one since whatever they did, patients seemed to end up even worse. (Lead xD)

She instantly cooled down as he kissed her with full passion. Getting her mind off of the subject for just one quick second. So his target was the leader? And it was him taking down this cities operation. It brought a small smile to her face as she recalled the information. "They mentioned moving the shipment," She almost cringed at the word.. almost, "To the docks in the dark. They are in a warehouse I can assume. Although they did not mention where. The boat they said was also not at the dock. But should be later in the night if all goes to plan. They also whispered a few phases I could not hear." She paused. Ignoring his offer of payment. She would simply take that later.

She was being very honest with him. Telling him information that could better her clan. Fernandez had been told to stay out of the affairs of the slavers. Mainly because it was too personal to her. "I may suggest finding a list of ships due to come in today and tomorrow. Coming in from the south mainly. Unless it is an unregistered vessel. I also believe the leader's name is Marcus. Just from what I have heard. My information is mostly true, and no payment is needed. Just take them out. and even cripple them. They always tend to come back sooner or later."

She once against paused. Wondering how often he dealt with the group. Perhaps she would have to risk angering her guildmaster to help him.. If he would allow her that was. "Mi querido Kage, do you know if they have hired another guild to help? Marcus's notorious for doing so." Fernandez questioned him. Mainly the Brotherhood of the Clawing Tigers were known for helping criminals. Or working for them. Even the Dragon Talon Sister in her hated them with a passion. But they also were not known for liking many groups. But they were also probably one of the best sources for information. Since they, and Fernandez especially, dealt with high ranking officials.

((Beh, fail post.. And we have pretty much taken over the thread xD))