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Murder and Thievery; [open to all~]
Topic Started: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:00 am (319 Views)
Jarvia
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In the midst of the mysterious darkness of the city of lanterns, the atmosphere became rather chilly with the inhabitants perceiving there own exhalation. It was mid morning; however, the land seemed to be stuck into the grip of midnight which left most civilians bewildered and frightened.

There was a hint of swivet in the town as a feminine, gloomy figure made her way past several individuals; pickpocketing their valuables while assassinating the ones who attempted to get them back.

"Nothing personal honey, but a gal's gotta eat." Jarvia the insane whispered into the ear of a defenseless human female, who appeared to be a member of the upperclass folk. Holding a long, unnaturally sharp dagger at the tiniest distance away from the victim's throat, she patted her fancy attire as the lady herself trembled in terror.

"P-please, m'lady...I-I'll give you whatever riches you desire...all of it is at my mansion...j-just don't take my life, please!" The rich woman pleaded as tears strolled down her cheeks, dropping to both knees as she bowed before the queen of thieves.

"Aww sweetie, I'll only spare you for 1000 gold pieces; and how would I know if you wont try to surprise me at your home." Jarvia said as she lightly slid the dagger upon the side of her victim's neck; drawing a small portion of blood as the woman screeched in pain.
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The perpetual nighttime of Balefire cascaded over the city. For some, the darkness was an ally. It provided shelter to the meek, and cover to the refugee. For others, however, the darkness was a predator. And night after night, the weak would fall prey to those under the cover of shadows.

Tonight, one particular victim, an upper-class noblewoman, begged for her life. There was a knife at her throat. "I'll only spare you for one-thousand gold pieces," her captor crooned, cruel and condescending as her dagger drew a thin line of blood across the helpless woman's neck. The sadist at the other end of the dagger was known as Jarvia. Jarvia the Insane, to some.

"Drop the knife and maybe we can talk." A calm, present voice floated from the shadows as a man stepped forward, emerging from the darkness as if he had been a part of the wall only moments previously. He wore plain cloth and leather clothing, but a bone-white mask covered his face. A slender longsword hung from his right hand, its blade pitch black, almost invisible in the baleful gloom. Following him out of the shadows were four more men in white masks, each one identical to the first. They spoke in unison: "Explain to me why I shouldn't kill you and turn your head in to the Sheriff."
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A sadistic, malicious grin crept over the painted lips of the queen of thieves as the first masculine voice clashed into her ears.

A sensational mix of boldness and frivolousness flowed through her spirit while gazing upon the masked man. She didn't feel an ounce of dismay through his choice of words; instead, she pressed her dagger slightly harder against the flesh of the noblewoman as the crimson dripped and tainted the blade slightly.

"Sorry baby, but I don't share my toys," Jarvia spoke in a cold tone as she gave a small giggle. "This winch and her valuables are now my property; unless you have a little gold to buy them off me."

As the final words of her sentence rolled off her tongue, several uncannily men had entered the trio's presence with the rogue raising an eyebrow of wonder. Their feeble threats meant little to the queen of thieves; although, her grasp upon her weapon became slightly unsteady as her hand trembled in excitement.

"I'm just a girl trying to make it out here, honey. This woman is just noble filth that I decided to clean up." She said with a flirtatious wink as the noble began to shed tears. "But I'm no stranger to trouble with the law, nor am I at defending myself. You could try to kill me; however, your lives would probably be the ones who ends!"
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Sentry's breathing became more rapid as the noblewoman let out another yelp of pain, Jarvia's dagger pressing harder against her exposed throat. His mirror images mimicked this reaction; he didn't care to see more innocent blood shed in Balefire. Especially not by a criminal like this one.

Maintaining his calm, authoritative tone, Sentry spoke once more; again, all four copies of him did the same, their masked faces bobbing in time. His voice seemed to drift from five different projections of him simultaneously, lofty and light in timbre, but stern. "It's none of my concern whether she lives or dies. If you kill her, you'll only raise the value of the bounty I've come to collect." They took another step forward. Each of them pointed the end of a sleek, black blade at her throat.

They seemed arrogant, each one content that the dagger Jarvia held was no danger to himself. However, there was a sort of firmness in their manner of composure, a shallowness to their breathing. The hostage had no sentimental value to them, but it was clear that the dagger's proximity to the young noblewoman's throat was making them tense.
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The queen of thieves held her hostage closer upon her upper abdomen; so close, the women felt each other's heartbeats as the illusions began to utter words.

The reason for this encounter had now manifested itself before the rogue. These men were not righteous, benevolent saviors looking to protect the innocent and bring criminals to justice. They were nothing more but mere bounty hunters, looking for their next paycheck to come from the queen of thieves herself.

"That little fantasy is never going to happen, honey. Every mindless, savage bounty seeker they send my way ends up in a pool of their own blood." Jarvia said with a sly smile as she slowly backed away from the men. "But time is short; me and my little friend here have an...obligation to attend to. Good luck catching me~"

Seconds after those words, Jarvia with her human shield in tow, sprinted away from the uncannily men to gain the treasures that the noblewoman had promised. The upper lady had easily grown fatigued after the first five minutes of sprinting, causing her to stumble and plummet onto the soil with her clinching her ankle in pain.

"S-stop...! Please, m'lady...I can't seem to get up," the noblewoman pleaded; huffing and puffing with each pause. "I-I think I twisted something..." Jarvia gazed upon the woman in utter annoyance, with the overwhelming desire to end this worthless before her.

"Would you prefer if I ended your suffering, sweetie?" The rogue inquired while the noble shook her head in disagreement, standing over the twisted ankle with her blade pressing upon it. "Or would you maybe...wish for this area to be severed?!"
Edited by Jarvia, Thu Feb 14, 2013 6:28 am.
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As Jarvia fled, the figures holding their blades to her throat seemed to dissolve, swirling away like a pile of dry leaves caught in a breeze. To an onlooker, it might have looked like the bounty hunter had surrendered, unwilling to chase the woman and her captive through the complex, winding streets of Balefire. The real Sentry, however, had been crouched in the shadows on the opposite side of the alleyway. As soon as Jarvia turned to flee, his illusions fell away, and the Mistwalker gave chase, sprinting along the high, cobbled walls, his form obscured by the long shadows of the buildings that rose high above him.

It was perhaps five minutes before the noblewoman could no longer run, collapsing onto the ground and bringing her captor to a halt. Sentry was not far behind, and he stepped into the scene just as the edge of Jarvia's blade pressed into the hostage's ankle. This version of Sentry, not an illusory projection, had no weapon drawn as he approached.

"You'd cut off her foot and slow her down? Be my guest. Remember you need her to get into her estate," the Mistwalker hummed as he stepped out of the shadows. Regardless of the murderer's response, Sentry welled up the elemental power that flowed through him, releasing it through his mouth as a blast of sound, aimed directly at Jarvia.

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Jarvia raised an eyebrow of awe as she slowly directed her gaze towards the familiar, masculine voice addressing her.

It was extremely uncanny that this man discovered their location so quickly and efficiently within the streets of this blackened city; however, the rogue had met similar individuals in the past with all sorts of tricks up their sleeves.

Before she could utter a word, turning her whole body towards the direction of Sentry, a great wave of unspeakable sound had clashed into her ears.

The queen of thieves attempted to cover her ears to block most of the sound with her dagger plummeting towards the soil in the process, landing several inches away from her feet. Within seconds, her vision became hazy with a great sensation of tintinnabulation in her ears.

She unsteadily bent down to grasp her dagger, nearly falling face first into the soil. It was now bluntly obvious to Jarvia that this human's abilities far exceeded her own; she needed a plan, one that could save her life as well as enrich it.

"Listen baby, there is no need for us to exchange blows. I'm reasonable woman, as well as one who can... fulfill certain needs." The rogue said in a seductive voice as she eased towards the man, attempting to place a arm around his neck. "Can't we talk this over? Or is my bounty the only thing that matters to you?"
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The blast of energy knocked the woman backwards, sending her stumbling and disarming her in the process. His white hand grasped for the hilt of his black blade. His eyes, dull, uninteresting blue, were set on the woman, peering through a painted wooden mask with little mercy in them. They were calculating and professional eyes, if not threatening.

The woman clumsily retrieved her dagger; it was plain to see that she was once again armed as she slid softly towards him, regaining her composure after the initial disorientation of his attack wore off. He stood his ground. Still, his hand hovered at his waist in anticipation.

As she cooed at him, slyly running her hand around his shoulders and behind his neck, Sentry screwed up his face beneath his mask, frowning invisibly. His heartbeat hastened. His posture stiffened. If Jarvia thought he wasn't savvy to her blade, she would have to be terribly dim-witted. He fingered the cold steel of a throwing star at his belt, waiting for her to strike.

"Can't we talk this over? Or is my bounty the only thing that matters to you?" the crook implored, her arm still placed around his neck. Her voice was velvety, but the mercenary was sure he detected a trained tongue.

"You'd better talk fast," Sentry hissed, his eyes set on hers, anticipating the motion of the dagger in a hand he could not see.
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