[sticky entry] Sticky: IC Contact

Jun. 6th, 2015 10:23 pm
ailand: (handsome devil)
[Loud feedback greets you as soon as you try to access the voicemail feature. The video feed is turned on, but it only shows grainy darkness for a moment, then the comm is fumbled from the pocket it was forgotten in.

Light, dark, ceiling, floor, a blurred image that might have briefly been Ailanne's scowling face.

There's a string of curses in a language you don't recognize, and the fumble is complete. The comm clatters to the floor and the feed cuts to darkness again.

You can now leave your message. Whether you get a response or not... that might depend on how heavily you pray to your gods and how much luck is on your side.
]

[sticky entry] Sticky: Permissions

Jun. 6th, 2015 10:21 pm
ailand: (douche)
 Ailanne is a Grade A asshole. If you don't want his level of douchebaggery around your character, be sure to hit me up and let me know.
ailand: (can't sleep. pissed too many people off)
a)

There are muffled shouts from somewhere nearby. You know they're looking for you, but your heart rate doesn't spike at all. You're crouched on the edge of a roof, staring into the darkness at a single lit window. As you watch, the light goes out. It's a pathetic attempt to conceal your quarry. Your night vision is excellent -- several shades better than your average, run-of-the-mill human.

Cocky now, you hop down onto the wall that spans the gap between the two buildings. It's a narrow, tightrope walk, but you don't even glance at your feet. You know that even if you took a misstep, your foot would find solid air. It's part of what makes you so good at what you do.

In minutes, you're in the room, standing over a cowering man in a suit. He knocks aside a lamp as he backs up to press against a wall and then... right on cue... here it comes. Promises of this, and that. Wealth, lands, his firstborn if you want him -- he's in the next room over. Blah, blah, blah.

You don't have time for the sob story. It's just business. One payout isn't worth a black mark on your name barring you from future work.

You grin. You tell him this. It's more than a little likely that you're enjoying the job, despite what you say.

A dagger forms in your hand, translucent as glass and twice as sharp. The man manages a strangled cry, but nothing else as you strike, taking his life as quickly as you'll spend the cash that was left for you yesterday morning.
ailand: (let's say I believe you)
P L A Y E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Your Name: Jade
OOC Journal: JessicaInJapan
Under 18? If yes, what is your age?: No
Email + IM: already on file
Characters Played at Ataraxion: Tadashi Hamada

And then there's this asshole... )

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