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Dirty Secrets
by Marianne Greire Sun Aug 03, 2014 4:15 am
Initially, Mari was reluctant. Now she wasn't. She knew Mora and the missions she asked for. This one appeared to be important. If anybody gout to know about Shadow Heart, it'd be dangerous for the guild. Despite her immense dislike for the guild in general, she didn't think it is right for her to not protect it. So that was why she was currently making her way towards the man named Mr Rion's house. It seemed surprising someone would get to know about the world's most secretive guild.
She reached the village area where his house was meant to be and started searching for it. The time of day was lunch time and so many people were outside, bustling about, trying to buy their lunch. A ghost of a smile graced her lips. Crowds. In her opinion, the best cover for any mission. The shutter over her heart closed. Slowly, she sauntered through yelling people, a picture of serenity on her face. She was wearing sandals so she barely made a sound whilst walking. Soon, she spotted the target's house. She stopped outside and took the ribbon in her hair out, making it fall all over her face.
She knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it. A man with silver hair opened it and squinted at her. "Who are you," She smiled coolly in response. "Are you Mr Rion? I have a message for you and it requires a private space. It is about that information you wanted," She told the lies easily and waited patiently while the man debated whether she was telling the truth. He seemed paranoid. After a moment, he stood back and ushered her inside his house before closing the door. "S-so, I needed th-" he stopped mid sentence, surprised by the sudden appearance of hair wrapping around his mouth, preventing him from yelling. "Where's the diary?" she asked softly, relenting the telekinetic grip on her hair so he could talk. He was visibly perspiring. "You're n-not getting it, Shadow Heart," he said. She rolled her eyes. "You're stupid. I could merely be asking about a diary I wanted to give to my pet dog for a birthday present," she said. "But now you've confirmed you have it, I'll ask again, where is it?" The man panicked and made a hasty decision.
"You'll never get it!" he exclaimed, escaping from her hair and jumping backwards towards the door. He tried to open it. He couldn't open it. She was keeping it shut with her telekinesis. He was now frantic, he turned around. "Fine then, prepare to die," The threat would have came out better if he wasn't such a mess. She merely laughed before instinctively dodging. She whipped around the view the attack and saw he was manipulating some kind of ink puppet. She sighed. It would have been much easier if he had just given up. She released her grip on the door and her hair and created two claws out of psychic energy. She made quick work of the ink puppets and strolled casually towards him. "Now tell me where the diary is," she hissed. "I'll scream," he whispered. A faint smile appeared on her lips. "No you won't" and before he could move, she stood back and let the psychic claws pierce his mouth. For good measure, she changed the other claw into a heavy weight and crushed both his arms.
He wasn't dead but he was certainly unable from writing or speaking ever again. Shadow Heart was safe. It was too busy outside for anyone to realise what had happened inside the house. Just to be safe, she created a scene in which it looked like an accident. Now all she had to do was search for the diary.
185/200 MP
[631 words]
She reached the village area where his house was meant to be and started searching for it. The time of day was lunch time and so many people were outside, bustling about, trying to buy their lunch. A ghost of a smile graced her lips. Crowds. In her opinion, the best cover for any mission. The shutter over her heart closed. Slowly, she sauntered through yelling people, a picture of serenity on her face. She was wearing sandals so she barely made a sound whilst walking. Soon, she spotted the target's house. She stopped outside and took the ribbon in her hair out, making it fall all over her face.
She knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it. A man with silver hair opened it and squinted at her. "Who are you," She smiled coolly in response. "Are you Mr Rion? I have a message for you and it requires a private space. It is about that information you wanted," She told the lies easily and waited patiently while the man debated whether she was telling the truth. He seemed paranoid. After a moment, he stood back and ushered her inside his house before closing the door. "S-so, I needed th-" he stopped mid sentence, surprised by the sudden appearance of hair wrapping around his mouth, preventing him from yelling. "Where's the diary?" she asked softly, relenting the telekinetic grip on her hair so he could talk. He was visibly perspiring. "You're n-not getting it, Shadow Heart," he said. She rolled her eyes. "You're stupid. I could merely be asking about a diary I wanted to give to my pet dog for a birthday present," she said. "But now you've confirmed you have it, I'll ask again, where is it?" The man panicked and made a hasty decision.
"You'll never get it!" he exclaimed, escaping from her hair and jumping backwards towards the door. He tried to open it. He couldn't open it. She was keeping it shut with her telekinesis. He was now frantic, he turned around. "Fine then, prepare to die," The threat would have came out better if he wasn't such a mess. She merely laughed before instinctively dodging. She whipped around the view the attack and saw he was manipulating some kind of ink puppet. She sighed. It would have been much easier if he had just given up. She released her grip on the door and her hair and created two claws out of psychic energy. She made quick work of the ink puppets and strolled casually towards him. "Now tell me where the diary is," she hissed. "I'll scream," he whispered. A faint smile appeared on her lips. "No you won't" and before he could move, she stood back and let the psychic claws pierce his mouth. For good measure, she changed the other claw into a heavy weight and crushed both his arms.
He wasn't dead but he was certainly unable from writing or speaking ever again. Shadow Heart was safe. It was too busy outside for anyone to realise what had happened inside the house. Just to be safe, she created a scene in which it looked like an accident. Now all she had to do was search for the diary.
185/200 MP
[631 words]
Marianne Greire
- Posts : 147
Experience : 189
Primary Magic : Mari's Telekenisis
Secondary Magic : N/A
Re: Dirty Secrets
by Marianne Greire Tue Aug 05, 2014 9:31 am
Marianne gave a sideways glance to the sniveling man in the corner. Despite the sweat was pouring down his brow, he was attempting to glare at her. She rolled her eyes. Within three strides, she made it back to where the man was. "Goodnight," she whispered. A moment later the man was rolled on his side, the whites of his eyes showing. Now that he was knocked out, it was time for her to start looking. Her bet was that he had just been writing it before she knocked on his door. She flickered her gaze from one side of the room to the other. Besides the broken shards of chandelier and blood lying where the fool was, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She was about to enter the next room over when an inconspicuous door appeared to her left.
For a second, the woman wondered how she had missed it but shrugged it off. It didn't matter. The door seemed like a suitable place for him to place his diary. She placed a hand on the knob and tried to turn it. It didn't budge. She sighed. Unpicking the lock would be extra work for her but if she wanted to get the mission done, that was what she had to do. She knelt down on one knee and rummaged through her bag for the proper tools. The key of lock picking was finding the matching pick. She examined the lock and pulled out the tool suited for the job. Within the space of a few seconds, the door was open and she entered.
[631 + 267 = 898 words]
For a second, the woman wondered how she had missed it but shrugged it off. It didn't matter. The door seemed like a suitable place for him to place his diary. She placed a hand on the knob and tried to turn it. It didn't budge. She sighed. Unpicking the lock would be extra work for her but if she wanted to get the mission done, that was what she had to do. She knelt down on one knee and rummaged through her bag for the proper tools. The key of lock picking was finding the matching pick. She examined the lock and pulled out the tool suited for the job. Within the space of a few seconds, the door was open and she entered.
[631 + 267 = 898 words]
Marianne Greire- Posts : 147
Experience : 189
Primary Magic : Mari's Telekenisis
Secondary Magic : N/A
Re: Dirty Secrets
by Marianne Greire Fri Aug 22, 2014 1:25 am
Inside, the room was fairly unremarkable. One wooden desk, one wooden chair. There was a dim lamp still on showing signs of recent use. The dark mage stepped lightly onto the relatively new carpet covering the concrete floor. It was a strange image to paint in her mind. Once she was convinced there were no extra traps lining the room, she examined the desk. Immediately she saw the diary with black ink inside. It was next to a business deal. Disgusted she scrunched it up into a ball and threw it away. She wouldn't feel so bad killing Mr Rion after all. Luckily he hadn't managed to get word out to anybody. She picked up the book. She was struck with curiosity. She ran one hand on the leather bind. What did he find out about Shadow Heart? The girl stared at the book, her thoughts reflected in her pink gaze. It was tempting to read it. Her eyes hovered above the first word. She closed her eyelids.
No. She wouldn't. It wasn't right. Even if she did it would do her no good. She got what she knew from eavesdropping. She highly doubted he would have gained more information than she would have, living in the guild hall. Marianne tucked the book under one arm and made her way out of the house quietly without a trace of her ever being there.
She knew what she needed to do now. The book could burn in fire for all she cared.
[251 + 898 = 1149 words]
No. She wouldn't. It wasn't right. Even if she did it would do her no good. She got what she knew from eavesdropping. She highly doubted he would have gained more information than she would have, living in the guild hall. Marianne tucked the book under one arm and made her way out of the house quietly without a trace of her ever being there.
She knew what she needed to do now. The book could burn in fire for all she cared.
[251 + 898 = 1149 words]
Marianne Greire- Posts : 147
Experience : 189
Primary Magic : Mari's Telekenisis
Secondary Magic : N/A
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