Pressing onwards., Old Bimtis - Another Job (Continued)

The grass is always greener upon the other iside, a word spawn from seeing something from the abstract idlogicalistical view, ignore the potent faults. He spoke of the slander that his race recieved by the hands of the other races, most especially the olymusians. Yet he did not understand, the life of the reculse witch-crafter was not much easier for some. Rzun-kai was a common-place term for a rogue in Olymus, increasingly common to the point where she simply assumed that even the rogues identified themselves with that name and perhaps some did.

He seemed to believe that the issues in trust were entirely one-sided.. Perhaps they were as matter of fact. Ophelia knew more than she let on about the people she met, she saw things inside of them. She knew who she dealt with, before the time that she drew close to meet them. A natural talent, another gift by the markings upon her neck. She knew they were nothing to fear from the rogue, he was loner.

Ophelia Sierra: "...I'd like to wipe the slate clean... My name is Ophelia Sierra, and I never knew Rzun-kai was an insult."

The crashing of the bullet into the wall just mere inches from his head sent dust flying and chips of mortar into his helemt, they clunked and shattered falling off harmlessly but the deed had still been done. He had heard him speak but no words had reache dhis ears, only the instinct to lash out and lash out he did.

Spinning round he shot his chain forwards with blinding speed but the man dodged it only suffering the loss of his hat which was now decorated with a brand new hole through it. Slowly the chain recoiled back to solomans arm clinking as the links hit small stones on the floor, he looked at the man and recognised him immediately.

Soloman:" Kiyoshii spiran he the descendant of Itsu i belive? And what brings you to this little corner of old bimtis? I havent broken any of your laws"

He made sure to heavily emphasise the your, making sure that he knew what he was about. You could do anyting in predia as long as it didnt break any of the laws of the cities. The tallinn house was a completely legal guild, with sanctioned assassination contracts and mercernaries for hire...but under the surface it ran so much deeper. His eyes behind the mask of steel watched as he cockily span the revolver, Soloman ready to lash out with his chain once more and ready to grab his sword from his back to strike.

Kiyoshii smiled sweetly and sweeped his hat from the floor. With a few brushes with his hand to remove the dirt he placed it back on his head.

Kiyoshii: "My, my so hostile, but I guess thats to be expected."

Placing his revolver back within the confines of his coat, Kiyoshii brought both hands together pushing his back out and cracking his fingers. Wiping the smile from his face once again Kiyoshii's eye's locked onto the slits on Solomon's helmet where from within two beady eye's flickered with a sense of bloodlust and hatred.

Kiyoshii: "3 accounts of murder 1, in the space of..." Kiyoshii glanced at his wrist. "20 minutes. Kinda disgraceful don't you think?"

Solomon just stared back.

Kiyoshii: "My laws are that of the city scum, and the law states, those who kill innocents." Kiyoshii paused and took on step forward. "Get f**ked up!"

Kiyoshii ripped Sakura from his back and pointed the blade at Solomon, immediately opening fire. There was no way a man of that the size could dodge the shots in time, however each bullet refracted off his armour leaving behind a small nodule and spark.

Still approaching Kiyoshii contined to fire before finally stopping to take a slash at Solomons armour. And rolling out of the way of retalliation chain attack. Now directly behind Solomon Kiyoshii spoke.

Kiyoshii: "Give it up now, i'm faster than your bowels after a bad meal!"

Axins' ears metaphorically pricked up at the sound of more gunfire from behind him. His mind conflicted with two different actions. One part of him told him to go and check it out. Had the raid began early? It was doubtful. If it was the raid, why would a gunner be involved? The Which-crafters were targeting the Rogues. It made no sense that they would violently engage any other classes. It made no sense a Gunner would defend the Rogues of Lower Bimtis, either.

The other half of him told him to continue pressing onwards. The mission at hand was far too vital. Amongst that, he'd also made a breakthrough with this Which-crafter. He'd gotten a name out of her, and that was a start. Was she starting to show signs of trust, or were here motives a little more sinister? Was Ophelia even her real name? He must play this situation cautiously.

"My name is Skerren Ryls." he responded. Of course, the name was fake. He had to invent it. He was on a mission under the guise of Shi'Ren. Giving away his real name was way too risky. "And I still don't understand what you want."

It seemed as though she had lost track of the consistency of time, of her original intent with the rogue in the first place. He seemed akward, like a door closed.. Yet in some odd way Ophelia could see something behind the barrier, some assemblence of thought and aspiration, that is what distracted her. She simply spoke, she never truly talked through this conversation... The situation seemed off, akward, like moving in a room of boxes, forever tripping over and falling upon the floor. Perhaps it was best she simply left the rogue to his own devises.

In truth she found the rogue interesting. Something to inquire about, someone to speak to. She didn't think, she did not comprehend the situation entirely through his eyes. She was a unwanted burden, a dead weight upon his led preventing him from whatever he truly wished to do.. The raid. She was no idiot, despite what the rogue thought. Skerren Ryls was not his real name, she did not even have to listen to his mind conjuring the lie, it was the hesitation in thought that gave it a way.

Ophelia Sierra: "...What I wanted was to help you rogue. I know the witch-crafters more than you possibily could ever understand.. You will find yourself overwhealmed with such a nemesis, Skerren Rlys. No false name shall protect you from their following retribution."

"Listen.. I've had just about enough of these little games. Come clean!" Axin ordered her, swiftly swinging his leg out. The manoeuvre caught the Witch-crafter off her guard and she stumbled into a nearby wall. Axin seized the opportunity to leap forward and pin her to the wall, pressing his defensive forearm into her chest, just below the neck but above the breasts, enough force to keep her in place but not to struggle her breathing. "You already know of this raid, that is apparent. So what do you want? You're not here to help me, that's evident. Why would a Witch-crafter wish to act against her own kind?"!

Ophelia merely stared at him, showing no signs of emotion from her eyes at all. Axin knew that at any moment she could strike him, as a Which-crafter she could probably cast a spell to launch him into the opposite side of the alley at a mere whim, but he wasn't thinking 100% rationally at the moment. He was sick of this woman and her little mind-games. She knew information about him and he wanted to know how. She was following him for a reason and he wanted to know what it was. "Answer me!" he ordered.

In all truth he could not be bothered to waste the time or the energy on this little punk trying to live up to his ancestors name. One he had blatently been dragging through the mud for quite some time now, sheathing his sword he just brushed past and left one final thing before he left the alleyways .

Soloman:" Stop trying to live up to your ancestor Itsu Spiran. He would be turning in his grave if he could see you.."

With that he left the alleyways and dissapeared into the busy streets, where he had lost track of his target. This would hould severe reprecussions int he guild for soloman. Somehting he was not looking forward to...

((OOC: I know its crap but ive hit a mindblock for this thread so im out of it))

The hand pressed against her as he held her towards the wall, she had been caught off-guard that much is true but was she truly at a disadvantage. The key of pinning someone, the natural instinct is to look into their face when asking a question. Ophelia seemed to loom over the small rogue that threatened her. She could hear something beyond her own ears, something distant, the sound of his thoughts playing.

There was little to make sense of, little to translate in the thoughts of common sense, perhaps fustration. But the one thought of logic clear, he did not care if she could blast him back into the distance, and within these circumstances distances would be benefital to the rogue, his golden opportunity to avoid the situation entirely. His approach of escape, he was smarter than Ophelia would have given him benefit for. But in this case they were not foes, yet struggling allies.

Some minds can only be taught by giving them a taste of what their foe consists of, she felt some regret that it had to come to this. With the false jackal smile on her face she looked down at the rogue that held her.

Ophelia Sierra: "...What about I answer with another question. What sort of rogue arrogantly draws himself so close to a vampire?"

The question required not the answer, she had been recalculating the spell in her mind for the several moments as the rogue simply waited for a response which would never come. She blew the acidic cloud from her mouth into the eyes of the rogue. Natural instinct conquered his sense to keep the witch-crafter back. When acid surrounds the eye the natural instinct is to wipe them clean. It was far to late for that. It had already set to blind him temporarly.

Her back left the wall as her hand summoned the power of her stave, slamming it against the floor as a dominated silence ensued, the crowds of those within the streets, the sounds of his own footsteps remained unheard, within the next two minutes there woudl only be one voice heard. Ophelia's voice.

Ophelia Sierra: "Can you see the foe you face, Rzun-kai? Within the draw of two spells I've rendered you two useful senses inert. For now you lie as only but a cow ready for the slaughter. Your lucky I am not at thirst. My motives for fighting against my home-land are not of your concern, just be grateful that I am bothering with you at all."

His eyes began to clear up pretty much instantly, after only a few moments. Things were still a little blurry but he hoped that would soon fix itself. This is the reason Axin didn't like Witch-crafters. As much as he hated to admit it, he was often overpowered by them. True, Witch-crafters were usually frail and weak, if one could get close enough to physically strike them then it was easy to beat them.. However, actually getting close was the hard part. Their spells could hit you from a distance, and as proven here, they were often very effecting and rendering a Rogue such as himself useless. Without his senses, he was pretty much screwed.

His eyes had fully cleared up now, and he stared coldly into Ophelia's. She still seemed to show no emotion, but her previous words had clearly portrayed anger. He was still cautious, but he realised he was actually starting to believe she would help him. She was a vampire.. As much as Which-crafters were egotistical and stuck together, they were also obsessed with purity.. It would make sense they would deem Ophelia as impure for her heritage. That would place her as an outcast, just like him. Maybe that was why she was in Bimtis?

"Alright.. Fine.." He began to say, but this was very strange. He could feel his lips and his tongue moving, yet thanks to Ophelia's spell he couldn't even hear himself talk. He figured it was just part of the spell, and continued talking. "You keep your personal reasons as your own. At least tell me what you know of this raid.

Was it any wonder why the witch-crafters viewed the rogues as dogs, as animals? Ophelia had tried to be nice, had attempted the greatest of efforts to find a mutual agreement, yet everytime the rogues pride had interfered with Ophelia's plans. Yet as soon as Ophelia attempted to persuade through physical harm, the rogue belief was beaten down as unity could finally take place.

Always believing on what they could see, always so willing to break their own beliefs for the means to survive. Strength and superiority were the only factors they truly could concieve. They did not see the world as she saw it, they lived in a different one. A basic one. Her hand let go of her stave as its material existence faded, like a cat draws back its claws, with that sound returned to the rogues ears.

Ophelia Sierra: "The witch-crafters raiding these lands are known as the cult of Ravnos, in truth simply a covern of hedonistic vampires along with any pawns they have sucessfully manipulated into serving their will... However, there reason for striking these lands is still unknown to me."

She kept the thoughts inside of her head, for all that she could guess the very intent Ravnos could have is to simply drag people towards a diversion, or otherwise simply a massarce. Ravnos had avoided her order for so long, and the reason why was simple. He weaved through destiny, he manipulated the world to what is and if he should continue, he would weave the enventual end.