To Kill A Mockingbird. [Magrej//Aurora]

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Magrej...

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As rain trickled down the clear windows that would usually let in that natural light from the sun, Magrej lounged in a large chair. A desk sat in front of the sinister male, holding an arrangement of different papers. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the King groaned lightly before sorting through the mass amount of paper-most of them meaningless. The male separated them into different piles until coming across one that caught his attention. Reading the ivory paper swiftly, he motioned for a maid to come. "Retrieve one of my men, preferably Mihlay." Doing as told, the young women scrambled from the office type room, going down the long halls.

Moments passing by, she finally returned. Magrej was pleased to see Mihlay, one of his leaders, occupying the females side. Waving his hand for her dismisses he looked to the tall, plump man before handing him the paper that he had been reading earlier. "This store keeper hasn't paid in quite some time..." The King began to explain, "I would like to assign a mission for one of my assassins." The man, Mihlay, who had walked in before, nodded in agreement, "Yes, this should be taken care of. But Kazimir is out on his other mission, sir."

The tyrant had already known this. He was thinking of his other assassin, Aurora. She was one of his other personal assassins, very thorough with her work. Lately she had been quite distant, but bringing her in might help him wrangle the female back into his grasp. "No, no." Magrej began, "Call upon Aurora, Mihlay." Pausing, he began again with more order. "I would like for her to meet me in the throne room by tonight to discus this assignment. I don't want this matter to go, "He searched the words, "Unattended." The pale masculine finally finished.

Watching as Mihlay retreat out of the room, the King slipped off his mask, running a hand threw his thick, curly black hair. Cracking his neck lightly then cracking his long fingers before finishing his piles. Standing from his seat, Magrej made his way trough the familiar, dark halls. His castle was very confusing indeed, any newcomers would surely get lost in its depth. But to him, and many others who spent much time in its paradox walls it was fairly easy to navigate.

Taking a slight left into the main hallway, the masculine walked threw the entry way for the throne room. His masquerade still off, revealing the ugly gash upon his face. His long, powerful strides led up to the throne chair that screamed royalty. Settling into a familiar position, Magrej waited for his visitor of the night to make their way here. In the mean time he slipped the titanium mask back over his facet.




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[Desperanza]

The assassin was currently perched on the roof of a small and abandoned cottage, refitting her hands with her open fingered leather gloves. Her blades sat at her back as always but over top rested a bow along with a set of poison tipped arrows that currently shielded her assassin blades from view, the blades that never seemed to leave her side. She had her usual pair of daggers hidden inside of her boots and the third at her right hip as she settled the leather gloves onto her hands and shifted, crossing her legs before coming to stare out among the trees, her eyes scanning the line of trees that stretched out before herself, tipping her feet to her heels as she propped back on the palms of her hands with a relaxed sigh. She tilted her face upwards into the sun and closed her emerald eyes against the rays that washed over her skin as she relaxed and yet remained alert all at once. Her mare was not far off, grazing among the turf of the edge of the forest, lingering in a rather relaxed fashion that caused the young woman to smile.

Her time was left undisturbed for a short while before the clank of metal and drop of heavy boots upon the ground reached her eyes and her right eye cracked open to cast a glance to her right. There, just on the ground and far too heavy to bother reaching her from the ground stood Mihlay, a prized soldier of the King of Murate, no doubt. The man stood there as if he was expecting something and she rolled her eyes as she leaped to her feet and turned to face him, her hands pressed to her hips as she looked down at the man with an arched eyebrow, ”Can I help you?” she muttered simply, rather impatient that he was disturbing her quiet afternoon on her own but his next reply more or less stunned her.

His face was pink and sweat beaded his brow beneath the shadow of his helmet. His dark eyes stared out at her with relief for it had been no easy task to find the assassin, it was a job that he did not appreciate but as one of Magrej’s favorites, he would not argue. Now, as he stared up at the woman, he watched as her hands slipped towards an array of weapons on her body, his skin twitched and he tightened his jaw defiantly, ”The king requires your presence at the court within the throne room by night fall.” he muttered simply in return with a curt nod as he looked up at her. The next second he seemed to be staring down the looking tunnel of death for within the fraction of a second, she had an arrow knocked and aimed right between his eyes from the roof, her emerald eyes flashing dangerously with crimson as she stared down at him, her auburn tresses lifted a bit with the wind for a rather dramatic effect and he knew full and well what she was capable of and the killing that she had done. His life on her hands would mean nothing.

Swallowing, the soldier stiffened his back and sighed, lowering his chin slightly in a hint of a submissive gesture as he fingered the sword at his side with a frown, knowing that the weapon would be useless against her arrow that would have him dead in seconds and as if the impact between the eyes would not kill him, she kept her arrows dipped in a poisonous toxin that would stop his heart within minutes. She was a deadly asset, it was no wonder that Magrej wanted her back on his side for in the future she could be valuable to him. As the soldier stared up at her, he frowned, ”M’am, I am only spreading the word to you. I simply spread the word from the mouth of the King, he says that he has a mission for you.” he replied with a curt nod.

Aurora pondered this for a few moments as she stared down at Mihlay with the arrow still set and ready, she would not let him relax yet. She thought for a few long moment, thinking over whether she would bother herself to show up at the court of the King or not. She had not shown in weeks and she pondered what sort of job he could have to offer her. Finally, she sighed, rolled her eyes, and nodded curtly. ”Fine. I will come. Not with you, however. I can find my own way to the castle.” she stated simply with a curt nod as she looked down at the man who simply returned her nod before making his way from the secluded area once more. She sat, crossing her legs once more as she slid the arrow back into its’ case and watched the back of the soldier until she could no longer hear the clank of his armor any longer. Satisfied, she stood and whistled softly to her mare that stood without tack currently. Sliding from the roof she made a clean leap to the ground before straightening once more as she approached the mare and slipped onto her broad chestnut back without hesitation before she turned and made her way towards town, leaving her tack behind and hidden for now as she urged the mare into a brisk jog, the familiar clop of her hooves against stone as they made it into town familiar and soon enough, the loom of the castle spiraled high above them as they approached.

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