Deliverance in Mortification

[Firenze Nightinggale]

Darkness rolled steadily over sky like a grand flock of black geese, the ever-moving and vigilant sea of white antithesis. The gloom of night held fast against the iridescent wind that swayed across the ground like a scythe among crops. Temptation rose only in the corupted heart of one that strode atop the cat walk above the target. The location flourishing in its metal dominance as glass panes skewed above from the ground, a futuristic feel that was yet fantastical in the minds of believers. There on a scaffold waltzing as though dancing with a queen, the assassin of the Red Crescent planned his motive of infiltration. Kill the target. Collect the bounty.

Nearly four or four hundred stitched black dragon hide covered the eluscent spectacle, his bleach white eyes scouring the civilization of his soon-to-be dead on arrival. A crimson tanto slipped from a leg sheath as air soon whipped past the assassin, brushing his nightwoven hood off to reveal a billow of petrified white hair. Two men lay down suddenly, as if sleeping, only for blood to gush from slashed arteries. The assassin had landed only for a second as he soon broke off into a silent run once more, a door opened, a sentry pinned to the wall by five wakizashis soon to follow.

The dark room was lit only by the illumination of small flourescent lights, the assassin walking upside-down across the ceiling. He soon sat cross-legged, contemplating his next move like a simple game of chess. He threw six darts which took out the lighted cylinders, and a word echoed throughout the warehouse-type room.

"Checkmate..."

The assassin moved stealthily as his knees bent and thrusted, a bullet of wind searing past a guard to leave the mortal headless... a tanto clattering to the ground fresh with the red rum of humans.

A door swung open to a surprised man on the toilet, soon to be cut down with a dividing stroke. He thought he was going to split apart after that spicy food. He didn't think it to be serious.

The assassin stopped only for a moment as he sat upside-down ont he ceiling once more, this time in a room that was somewhat miniscule. The drow, Darius, or leader of the Red Crescent assassin group, bided his time. The target was close, too close. As if it were coming toward him...

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira silently walked down the hallway, dressed in, of all things- a kimono. She seemed to quite clash with her surroundings as she slinked down the hallways and her turquoise eyes looked towards the guards that stood in the isolated hallway, a little confused by her appearance and she brushed a few strands from her face. The kimono she wore wasn't exactly traditional, the fabric flowing and accentuated her curves as she walked down the corridor and upon reaching the end a guard finally stepped foreward, "I-I'm sorry, ma'am... but we can't let you pass."

"Oh, really? Not even if I said pretty please?" She asked as she leaned towards him slightly, her hands on her waist.

"No, I'm sorry but you're not a-" and before he could finish his sentance he collapsed to the floor.

"You couldn't let me pass? An innocent person such as myself? I expected something better of you all!" She laughed slightly. She had no real clue what she was doing in here... but hey- someone else just broke in, they took a different course through the complex so she decided, why not? So she was here. She now held two weapons in her hands, the infamous Ketsuiki and Ame as she looked towards the guards she'd have to kill, unfortunately enough. Geez, let a lady through a door every once in a while, please!

Unfortunately before the guards could move from where they stood- they had already fallen dead, and Akira simply turned back to the doorway, sliding the corpse at her feet aside as she moved on to the next room, it was kind of a labyrinth in here to be honest, kinda made you wonder where to go next, huh?

[Skulls And Pie]

The large building loomed over the woman. She stood at a red stall decorated in an Oriental manner. Her jet black hair was worn in a geisha's bun. The sign above her read in large yellow letters "MASKS!" As she stood at the counter, a little boy and girl approached the stall. She quickly turned around and fixed a human mask on her... "special" face. "HEY LADEEEEEEEE!!" he screamed.
"Yes, my child?" she hissed in reply, a knife appearing in her hand behind.
"Can I have a dinosaur mask, laaaaadeeeee?"
"Sure, my child," she smirked, "What do you want, little one?"
The girl hid behind the boy, but all the same answered, "Uhh... aaa.... fairy?"
"Ah. Nice choice, little one." She motioned for the boy to come closer to her counter. "Come behind to see which dinosaur you'd like, my boy." The boy stepped behind the counter with wild abandon, impatient for his dinosaur. His eyes went wide, but hidden by the counter, his sister could no longer find him. Then the lady bent down very low, before the boy could scream.
"Joey? Joooeeey?" the girl whispered, wondering where her brother had gone. She stepped slowly and cautiously behind the counter, and screamed at the top of her lungs. There were dozens of people behind the lady's counter. The problem was... THEY WERE ALL DEAD. Organs tossed around, bones cracked in half, eyes squished, and the lady, with her head deep inside Joey's chest. Touji looked up, now wearing the mask of some sort of demon, with buggy eyes and teeth the length of pencils. Her sharp toungue darted out of her mouth and wrapped around the girl, peeling her skin off, and squeezing the life out of her.

Soon, the children's corpses were mostly eaten, with some left for tomorrow. Now they lay in the pile of half eaten kedavers. Touji was now wearing no mask, her blank face shining in the moonlight.

[dain]

The quiet mouse is only prey for the circling hawk. Rasonel. Spread your wings and soar.

The assassin stretched out his hand as grey mist built up around the blood-ridden fingers, the form of a hawk soon appearing in its soulless figure. Darius whipsered a couple more words as the spectral avian flew off in the opposite direction, scouting any stragglers or people left behind... though, Darius left no one behind. He wasn't one to let a good human go to waste.

A soft tap echoed in the room, the booted feet of Darius hitting the floor and directing immediately into a fleet stance, a rush of air only as his body vanished from pure concentrated speed. With a slight skip, the assassin threw himself into a corkscrew and busted open a door, causing the guards to rouse from their nap and be promptly slayed by the point of silver needles that seemed to emanated from the soles of Darius' boots as he passed by in the air.

THe security is quite lax... though I am not in the depths of this facility yet. Down at the bottom there are greater... hindrances.

Darius crouched as he drew a symbol on the bare floor, circling it, then putting a hexagon over it. With a slight muttered word, the floor opened up into a kind of chute. According to the blueprints he had "recovered", a direct passage would be here. Exactly here.

And without hesitation, he dove in.