New home, new job, new life (open)

[Moaana Andalas]

The sun was just dipping below the horizon as Moaana crept into Cheydinhal to start her new life as an assassin. ‘Assassin.’ She mouthed the word to herself once, as though trying to get the feel of it. After all, with a bit of luck that was how she would be referring to herself for the rest of her life, however short that might be. She checked for the hundredth time since she set out that the corner of her skirt, which was still stained with blood, was sufficiently concealed beneath her cloak. She was quite proud of herself for keeping herself more or less clean, but she’d underestimated just how much head wounds spurt. Maybe that was one of the things she’d be taught in this ‘sanctuary’.

She’d been assured that the guards had been ‘persuaded’ into turning a blind eye to anything regarding the abandoned house, but she cast a Chameleon spell anyway as she slipped in through the front door. It would be just her luck to get seen by some eager and naive rookie. Before even touching the door, she heard the voice whisper, as though the speaker was right beside her:

“What is the colour of night?”

She swallowed, determined that her voice not quaver. It may well be just an illusion trick, but if it was anything sentient she wanted to make a good impression.

“Sanguine, my brother.”

Less than a second after she spoke the words, the door swung open. The ghostly voice whispered once more: “Welcome home.”

[Yoko]

[[OOC: Okay this is Lucien and for the time being Vincente, but because my PS3 has died on me, I don’t want to be OOC or anything so shall be using a OC here. Who’s profile I also need to redo. -sigh- anywho I hope you are fine with this XP]]

The Bosmri mostly known as ‘Yoko’ was sitting inside the sanctuary. Been here all day, he refused a contract Ocheva offered him earlier. The Wood Elf was in a bit of a sour mood. The day before having gone on a contract and been chased by a pack of wolves only to learn his target had bee killed by some mad drunken sailor. Of course this was Yoko’s luck, no matter what he did, the contracts the superiors gave him, always ended up with him in trouble.

Walking around the main room of the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary he only looked forward as he sharpened one arrow at a time then tucked it away, while muttering to himself. “elf they say, friendly they say, stereotypical they say, short………..humph…..” his long ears twitched slightly as he heard the door open, if it was Lucien, he was so tempted to shoot him with one of these finely sharpened arrows, but of course knew better….. He pulled back his hood and brushed some of his grayish-white hair back out of his face. Looking toward the door he looked at what seemed to be a dunmer female. Another elf, elves were grumpy. Or at least this is what he thought of them. Of course he didn’t take something else in consideration, or maybe it was because he hated being one himself.

Putting away all this arrows and even undoing the belt that kept the case on his back he set them against the wall, most knew not to touch his stuff. He tugged at his shrouded armor some and sat down and rested his elbows on his knees watching the fresh meat walk in. “oh goody another sister of shadows” sorry he just wasn’t as enthusiastic as the rest of the Brotherhood.

[Moaana Andalas]

Her eyes squinting slightly from the change from bright sunlight to torch lit underground chambers, Moaana took in the sanctuary. Well, it certainly didn’t disappoint. Formidable stone pillars with tapestries on each one, all bearing the mark of a black, outstretched hand, as if someone enormous had dipped their palm in black ink and left their mark. Moaana found herself reaching out for the nearest one, only to find that the handprint, like the rest of the tapestry, was embroidered on. Interesting.

Her absorption in the place that was now her home meant that for that first few seconds she didn’t even notice the squat figure sat sharpening arrows until she heard him speak. Pulled from her reverie, she studied the Bosmer carefully before speaking, as was her custom. He didn’t appear overly hostile, just not excited and not willing to pretend to be. Like he didn’t care what people thought. Hmm, maybe she could get to like him, if he weren’t a wood elf. A lifetime of xenophobia can be difficult to shake off.

“I was invited here by Lucien Lachance.” she said, still inspecting him, “This is the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, yes?” She was determined to keep the control of the conversation on her side.

[Yoko]

The new girl walked toward him, luckily he did acknowledge her. Looking up at her he blinked a few times. Hearing her speak. Lucien Lachance invited her here, it didn’t really surprise him, but that name was like a needle to his skin.. He didn’t hade Lucien like most likely thought he did, Yoko just liked to complain and make meaningless threats, it made him feel better….

Was this the right sanctuary? Yoko just gave a nod. “Only one in Cheydinhal, so yea” he nodded, not really trying to be rude or sarcastic, but Yoko had a short fuse when of course half of it had already been burned away. “so you are new then, guess since everyone else is up to something, I welcome you” he nodded and held out his hand to shake, trying to put on a smile of some sorts. The Dunmer had just gotten herself into a new world, one that Yoko found hard to believe anyone wanted to be part of, heck he didn’t even want to be apart of it, but that was a story for another time.

He glanced around the room, then looked back to the female. “if you need anything or have any questions, I’ll do my best to help” he nodded and leaned back some, watching her. She seemed alright so far, of course there was a reason she was here though….

[sorry its so short x.x]

[Moaana Andalas]

Moaana continued to survey the sanctuary while the wood elf spoke, still partially captivated by the shadows created by the torches, and the sinister wall hangings. Yes, this place certainly did not disappoint. She didn’t realise for a few seconds that the mer welcoming her had finished speaking and had reached his hand out. She shook it. Unlike the Bosmer, she didn't try and force a smile; in fact her look of disdain, which she wasn't even fully aware of, deepened for a moment.

Taking off her cloak, no longer self-conscious of the blood stain on her hem, she considered what she wanted to do now. She wasn’t particularly keen on having to be guided by the hand through her new home, but she was even less eager to wander around like a lost child. Come to think of it, was this her home? She’d assumed so, and the small bookcase with a chair next to it certainly seemed like some sort of living room. But the lack of assassins apart from the Bosmer – and herself, she reminded herself – made her wonder if she was expected to simply report here, and find somewhere elsewhere to sleep.

After having been silent for almost a minute, as Moaana had a habit of doing in conversations with someone new, she replied to the Bosmer’s offer of answers for any of her questions.

“I’ve been walking a lot recently. Is there anywhere I can put my things?” she indicated the heavy bag slung across one shoulder. Hopefully this way she would find out whether or not she would be staying here without actually admitting she didn’t know.

[Yoko]

Yoko watched the girl then she asked where she could put her things. Not really saying anything else. What a boring girl, though Yoko wasn’t really over-interesting himself. The Wood Elf nodded lightly. “Guess I could show ya the ropes, sorta.” he thought about it. “Okay” he stood and stretched some. After a moment he grabbed his flask of arrows and bag of whatever maybe inside. “this way to the living area, but you don’t really have to stay here long as you remain loyal, check in for contracts, and blah blah blah.” he walked over to the large heavy wooden door and pushed it open..

Upon entering the living chambers Yoko stepped over the large rat that normally crawled around here, strange pet, but okay. Yoko nodded over to the Beds, a chest per bed. “just pick one” he smirked then walked over and gave one a kick and dropped his things inside. He looked back toward the Dunnmer girl.
“so need anything else? Hungry? Confused? “ he stretched his arms over his head again then smirked. “and the room on the opisate of the main room, is like for training and stuff” he nodded.

Pausing he folded his arms behind his head and glanced around the rather plain room, beds on one side, the other side a wooden picnic table, a wine rack, a few crates and barrels. He walked over and sat, legs backwards on the table’s bench and rested his elbows on the table behind him.

[[OOC: sorry such a crappy post ^^;; busy and need to get back on role lol]]

[Moaana Andalas]

Moaana dropped her bag down next to the crate; she’d empty it later as, at least for now, she wanted her soul gem to remain her secret. Now she’d had some time to assess the place, as was her custom, she felt happier exerting her more sarcastic side.

In response to his question she pointed to the different areas, saying as she did so “Beds, trunks, training area. It’s not easily confused. But,” she added, striding over to where Yoko was sat, “I am hungry.” She took an apple from the wooden table and leant against one of the pillars, still keeping a good six feet or so between them as she bit into the apple, more out of barely concealed contempt than wariness.

“So,” she said through a mouthful of apple – something she was sure her mother would have screamed about if she’d been here, “what’s your name?” The question was posed with an air of one asking more for convenience than through the desire to get to know the person.

((It’s ok, I’m still a little rusty too))

[Yoko]

A light smirk upon his lips he watched her as she took an apple, at least it wasn’t one of the poison ones, he almost ate once, that…would have been a disaster. He brushed some hair back and nodded. “Yoko. Just Yoko.” he smirked, he had no last name, or at least didn’t know it, since he was abandoned on the streets as a child. The only thing he did know about his childhood was that once upon a time, he did have a brother, where ever or whoever it might had been. He questioned his sibling may not even be alive still.

He watched her lean and glanced around the room. He was almost interested enough to ask why she would join this place, this ‘guild’ but understood that wasn’t any of his need-to-know. It was hard for Yoko to talk with people, not that he couldn’t talk, but he normally stayed to himself less someone ticked him off. So he wondered if this was just as awkward for her as himself? He scratched the back of his neck and grabbed a apple from its bowl, sniffing it first, pranks around here, were normally deadly, and if not a mindless ‘prank’ Yoko didn’t trust his so called ‘brothers and sisters’ anyway, he wouldn’t hurt anyone himself, but didn’t trust them on a personal level. Which he just thought was smart.

Pulling a small knife from his belt he started to carve the apple up, letting the pealing fall to the floor, where the pet-rat would eat it. The wood elf looked back toward the Dumner thinking about how many of the dark elves he’d argued with, they normally just did not get along, she seemed alright though, she didn’t seem to rude, and Yoko, or at least he thought he didn’t come across as to insane.

“hmm.” he thought what to say, what to say!? He wasn’t good at talking with people, no less a girl. “well, Welcome to the ‘family’” he’d forgotten if he’d said that already. So quickly tried to back it up. “it’s a little drab, but you get used to it.” he looked up at the ceiling then back around at the torches lighting the area. “so are you from around here?” he asked, he didn’t think it was to personal a question, not like he asked the exact location or anything.. Ah….he was bad at this.

[Moaana Andalas]

‘Yoko, just Yoko.’ Moaana assumed he had reasons much like her own for not wanting to tell her his surname. She made a mental note of this, but didn’t push him on it, though not because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but because she figured she could probably find out more easily when he’d known her longer. This, unfortunately, was the way Moaana generally viewed people – things to be looked at, worked out, even understood, but rarely to become friends with.

“Moaana. Just Moaana.” she said as he got himself something to eat. She could have been echoing him because she identified with him, or simply to subtly mock him. Even she wasn’t sure which.

She noticed him sniff at the apple suspiciously. Gods d**n it, should she have done that? Waiting until she thought he wasn’t looking, she sniffed gently at her apple. Her allergy to honey meant she’d got quite good at detecting it in food, but here she could smell nothing but...apple. She wrestled with herself for a second over whether or not to ask. In the end, stubbornness, reinforced by the thought that since she’d eaten half the apple so far with no adverse effects she should be alright, won out.

She realised the Bosmer was talking again, saying something about the place being drab. For someone who’d been admiring what an...assassin-ly air the place had, this came across as quite a surprising way of describing the sanctuary. “Oh, no, it’s,” she sought for a word to convey her thoughts about the place, “it’s perfect.”

In the mouths of some people it would have sounded like she was simply saying it to reassure him, like a housewife responding to a friend’s insistence that her new dress made her look fat. But coming from Moaana, it momentarily revealed her fanaticism and fascination with all that is in the dark.

[Yoko]

“Moaana?” Yoko repeated aloud to make sure he was pronouncing her name correctly. Thinking about it, he hated names… or at least the ones that he could never be sure if he was saying right, and a even bigger problem was when trying to find out if you are correct or not, by listening to other people prominence it, half of the time a name can be said different ways and then you don’t know who is correct. Headache. Was all Yoko thought.

He watched the new member and smiled lightly. For some reason. She felt more ‘sane’ then the others. It was a weird feeling, he didn’t trust her but he wasn’t about ready to shoot her like some of his other un-pleasant brothers.

“perfect?” he razed a brow at her comment and rolled his shoulders lightly with a shrug. “I suppose maybe it is. But only when people aren’t breathing down your neck.” he smirked and tossed the apple core down to the Rat. “Most of everyone are out today. I’m supposed to be.” he mumbled then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and un-crumpled it. “I haven’t decided if I want to do it or not.” Yoko spoke like he had a choice, witch in some way he did but what guild of murders, did someone turn down the chance to fulfill one? Oh right, Yoko still thought the Speaker was trying to get him killed…. His Bosmri mind might be a bit more insane then he would had liked.

At least this task wasn’t involved with Vampires. Like the time he went all the way to Skingrad, and had his target killed by Vampires, THEN got caught up in some kind of clan squabble…..somehow he made it back without being infected but, this bit of bad luck was only some of the first down his long road.

Wait, it suddenly dawned on him, he had nothing to do, she surely didn’t seem to. Yoko hated people. But he wanted to see what his luck may be like if someone else did this task? If it was his imagination that Lucien disliked him. Or if it was real. “Hum, would you be interested in fulfilling a contract?” he razed a brow while looking toward her.

[Moaana Andalas]

“Yes, Moaana.” For a moment she felt a fleeting stab of insecurity. Had her accent made it difficult to decipher? But the part of her that was still a prideful Telvanni retorted So what if he can’t understand you? Why should you be ashamed of your Morrowind accent for the sake of a Bosmer?

She was surprised that the only assassin she had met so far in her new life seemed so...indifferent to his job. She’d expected her fellow killers to be zealots; the thought had unnerved her a little, but she realised that the Bosmer’s apathy disturbed her even more. She wondered if he was an unusual case, or if she had simply had unrealistic expectations.

She copied Yoko when he threw his apple core to the great, fat rat squatting between them. As he mentioned the contract, the same thought that perhaps she could fulfil it occurred to her at about the same moment. She was just considering whether he would consider giving him his assignment when he suggested it.

Butterflies of anticipation came to life in her stomach, and intense interest glittered in her eye as she reached out and took the slip of paper. Her crimson eyes moved over it, taking it all in...

((I’m leaving it open for you to say what the contract was, but I’m fine to make it up myself))

[Yoko]

Yoko wondered if she would want to do it together or heck, if she wanted to do it by herself. Either way he didn’t really care much. Smirking, he scanned the paper over. The contact. Over all it read what to do, they were to go to Bravil. Hunt down a Argonian named ‘Putos’ and slay him, but make it look like someone else did it, the sister, involving stealth kill them, plant the weapon in the sister’s trunk. And toss the body in the River. The target likes to hang out around our around ‘The Fair Deal’ and around his house also showing a map.

It seemed like a simple task to Yoko. But really he just knew something would happen soon as he got there. With his luck. He rubbed his neck then looked at the Dunmer and smirked. “its something to do” he shrugged lightly and folded it back up and put it away, wondering what she would want to do. Was weird caring but whatever.

“I’ve never worked with anyone though, but I swear I wont get you in trouble.” he smirked standing and stretched his arms above his head.


[Omg sorry crappy-crappy post ^^;;; cause I had to go x.x;;]

[Moaana Andalas]

After the drama of Lucien Lachance’s visit, Moaana had been expecting a similar air of ceremony upon the assignment of her first proper contract. It occurred to her that perhaps there was supposed to be more ceremony, and the Bosmer was perhaps circumventing protocol. Thinking of it from that angle, and with her love of breaking the rules, taking on this contract felt even more appealing.

The fact that it was an Argonian she was going to kill meant she found the idea of carrying out the contract even less disturbing than the murder of a young Imperial girl she’d had to carry out to be initiated. It was her upbringing to think of Argonians and Khajiits as being not quite people, or at least not as much as humans and especially not as much as mers.

The Bosmer seemed to assume that they’d be working together; for a moment she considered objecting, still somewhat distrustful of someone she’d only just met. But, she decided, it was probably wiser to go with it. Better to swallow her pride on this occasion than to get herself killed carrying out a contract that was probably meant for a somewhat more experienced assassin.

“Let’s do it.” she said simply. The suggestions on the piece of paper and her own ideas were already beginning to formulate into a plan.

When he said he wouldn’t get her into trouble, she automatically replied: “Don’t bother swearing on it. I don’t let anyone get into trouble.” The last person who’d tried it was the mer whose soul now resided in the gem in her backpack.

((No worries, as long as I can reply to it and it’s not, like a sentence long then I’m fine))

[Yoko]

Yoko smirked. “oh?” he razed a brow then folded his arms. “good.” he nodded then paused for a moment. “eheh, not on purpose, sometimes my luck runs a little dry.” he let out a long sigh.. The ‘truth’ came out. He most likely sounded stupid. But the last mission, he was chased by wild dogs, the one before that? Oh right, his target was mauled by a rabid wolf, fine and all till the beast came after him and except that, it chased him up a tree and kept him there for three days. That and a string of other happenings perhaps that is why he was so uneasy. “bad luck fallows me around, I think it’s a curse” he groaned.

So he grabbed his flask of arrows, bad of whatever goods, and his bow, stretching he nodded to her and started back towards the door that led to the abandoned house. He paused in the middle of the room and looked around. “Well Vincente is back.” he then looked at the Dark Guardian. His ears twitched. “its raining outside.” he opened the door to the abandoned house and poked his head out, cursing under his breath. “and it begins” he shook his head “you want to…..wait around or go?” he asked “oh right and anything you need right now, you might want to grab” he added.


[[OOC: ah-hah lol i shall try ^^;; least make them 2 sentences long LOL sorrys im trying to get my head back in the game XP]]

[Moaana Andalas]

Moaana grimaced slightly; sometimes she felt cursed too. Cursed to never fit in anywhere. She’d tried for so long to fit in with her family, the rest of the Telvanni house and more recently the necromancers, until she’d realised that it was pointless. It was why she never went out of her way anymore to please other people; it wasn’t worth twisting yourself into something you’re not just for the sake of fitting in.

Not that she’d confess as much to this Bosmer, or indeed any other man, mer or beast.

Her frown deepened at the sound of rain. “I get enough of that back home.” she muttered to herself, biting her lip and scowling when she realised she’d said it out loud. She didn’t particularly feel like talking to the Bosmer about Tel Branora.

His announcement that ‘Vicente’ was here, though probably not intended to be directed at her, was a welcome chance to change the subject.

“Vicente?” she prompted as she discreetly took the black soul gem from her bag and put it in the chest while she was pretty sure Yoko’s back was turned.