A Test of Character

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

A night of festivities. A place of Merriment. Ribbons were strewn, confetti danced and played at the ground in a myriad of spectacle. Today had been a good day, and thought it was a small celebration, in a small little Village on Humbraine, there was still some life left in this parties bones. Though, of course, Thraxis had to be there, he could smell it in the air, like some parasite that weaselled it's way into it, leaving all in his wake in Misery and Foul Disease. Though, he didn't come for that. He had an... Opportunity of sorts. This village was to become the centre point, a focal zone for the Underworld of Humbraine to come to exist. He could see it now, the flashing lights, the dive bars at every corner, the lack of tourism ruining the town and of course. Money. Coin. Dosh. Cash. Dollarydoo's for some backwards inclined. He was going to do something this place never thought possible. He was going to make them the cornerstone of a new empire under the rulership of Ella.

But even in the focal point, he needed a more... Focall..er... He was outside a Dive Bar. A pile of garbage had pilfered and rolled in great loads, a milkcrate bent, hatched and cut open hanged ona precarious three-legged wobble as ten men were Gathered. They looked like everyday joes, a little underdressed maybe, but Thraxis wasn't willing to spend any more money than needed, and an Op shop would prove just fine for this single occasion.

They bickered and bemoaned between each other, Thraxis was dressed in jeans and a shirt, hands covered by gloves and a full face mask to hide his tainted corpus scars and blood filled putrescent hair. At his side was a large yellow bag, an air of unease rolled and permeated from it, his crew's lives sunken and emotions seemingly drained and sucked into the thing as he laid back, oily much sticking and attaching to the back of his shirt in long vile strings. He simply waited while his crew played cards for the first Hitmen to rock up to the scene.
[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Nyx had just started her life on her own, it was time for her to make her mark on the world, it was strange the amount of sideways looks she got from many people she didn't know, she knew the job that was in store for her would involve her feasting on blood, she was glad of this, for if she went too much longer without the blood that served as her nutrition she would become feral murdering anyone in her path.

This very night Nyx would disembark from the ship she had used to get there, she would stroll dressed in dark clothing with her customary hood, normally in the light of day she wore her protective armor with a full mask, it was designed to keep the uv rays off of her. She would walk to the designated meeting spot, upon seeing the man she flashed her incisors, they caught the moonlight glinting deviantly as she said "Thraxis I take"

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

A gun rolled between his fingers, a precarious dance as his eyes grew tired, the air in his mask unfiltered and recycled, replaying in its same noxious fudge that suckled and filled his lungs in slick heaps. He turned, an empty face hidden behind a sheet of pale metallic Black, his words contorted through a tiny valve at his mouth as he spoke, "Good, you made it." His words were filled with a tint of joy, he parted himself from the wall, it's trail of slime creating a gross 'schlock' as it snapped from him, his redshirt now stained in long strands of green. He extended a hand and an empty smile that hid just beneath the recess of a Black Faceplate.

"Nyx I take it?" He inquired, pulling his hand back if they had yet to accept the offer of a handshake. He didn't seem threatening if anything he and his crew seemed like the sort that was just starting off. A good air to look at, though from his bag the air grew tense and cold, each dropped card seemed to shudder in the naked air. "I trust you are familiar with this line of work." He stated rather flatly, he and his crew got up, rolled dice, packets of credits and cards were left splayed out as Thraxis beckoned them to follow along, they rounded a corner, the festivities voice grew louder and bellowed in a discourse of joy and joviality as the festering plague slowly came closer. "I've got your target sized up and everything. It should be fun." He stated, passing a small piece of paper through his ranks, everyone caught a glimpse, they nodded along as they made plans, concocted ideas. His face was clearly that of an older gentleman, reaching just past his fifties from the looks of things, a wide smile crossed his face, hair frazzled and pulled out in great clumps. Human to boot.

It became clear that Nyx wasn't the only one sent on this job, he had to make sure the Hitman could do what his lesser lackeys couldn't. "Now, I'm going to be mingling with the guests..." He paused, turning towards the Alabaster Skinned woman, "They already know this." He said, waving off the rest of his troops, "I need some discretion for this, you do this gung-ho and you won't get the Ten Thousand." He stated rather frankly, it was best not to put all the details on a job board, make sure those he hires can react on their feet and don't get stuck on one plan. But he had to kill that tension, the bag didn't make it easy, but he dropped through the ranks of his men, letting them pass as he caught an arm over the woman if he was any other man it might come off as Sexual. But the way he smelt, the way he acted, it was as if he greeted an old friend. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll do fine. I hired you because you have one talent I could use." He stated, they crossed another corner, the rest were already moving forward and at a slightly faster pace once they heard the money on the table. "You can make the mess not messy. Right?" He inquired, his words lost that air of proffessionalism, the more they split from the Rejects the more inclined to joy he seemed to be, "Your race can do that right?" He had been up close and personal with Energy Vampires before, been in their private quarters as their Bodyguard, seen their fangs tear flesh like butter through a knife. He was making an assumption right now, and probably an ass to boot.
[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Nyx smiled as the man began to speak, as he turned she saw the black faceplate that covered his face, she was used to people dealing in secrecy especially about their appearance. If you showed your face it would make it that much easier to find you. She would take his hand and shake it,as they began to walk she would listen to everything the man said and commit the face to memory, as he began to question whether she could do it without it being messy she just smiled a bit bigger "thats my speciality, wont be a scream nor a drop of blood just the body."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

Thraxis returned the smile with a nod, they rounded a corner and the spectacle came into full view. The limelight danced around, merriment was had by all in great swathes and at least a dozen old men with some level of similarity were found split and separated throughout the whole ordeal. Thraxis gazed over the lot, catching the glimpse of his men that had pilfered throughout the ranks of the unaware, taken as nothing more than tourists to their little shindig of a festival. He caught sight of one, the man had held out a picture of the old man as Thraxis tapped Nyx on the shoulder, "Sorry. I gotta go deal with Sir Obvious, don't let people know your goal." Thraxis whispered to the she-devil, a dance in his step as he slid and slid throughout their ranks, an air of uncomfort as people pulled back from him, giving him a wide birth to go deal with the problematic issue that was his members.

Of course, in the midst of it all, the old man was hobbled over a small campfire, he tossed a stick of Magnesium into the pit as a gaping blast of white electrocuted the air in a great puff of blinding light, children's vision was dazed and an air of awe as he gave out a chuckle, weaving a tale of high-flung stories and the sort around the fire, children watching in amazement and spectacle.
[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Nyx would smile once more as she too caught sight of the old man, she very quickly formulated a plan to get him away from the people, being as he was an older gentleman it shouldnt be hard for her to get him to come away with her under the assumption she was to sleep with him. She waited for him to finish his spectacle and once he did she walked over and spoke in little more than a whisper "Hey there, I could use the help of a big strong man" As she spoke she stuck her rear end out and he took the bait hook line and sinker. It was too easy from there, she told him to go get a room and she would be there in a moment, so she would wait letting him have time to get a room and once she had lost sight of him she would follow him in and find the room. once she got him away from the group she struck, she kissed the side of his neck and in one swift motion cover his mouth and sink her incisors into his jugular artery and within mere seconds every drop of blood was drained from his body, he was tucked in a bed to be found and she stepped back out of the room, no one saw ehr go in or come out. She would wait in the shadows as she tried to signal Thraxis with a small wave of the hand just off the shoulder

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

It didn't last long, his mingling amongst the ranks of future employers was dashed as he caught an Alabaster Skinned and Dark Dressed woman waving him over. In turn, he broke from the conversation in question, snatching from a side pocket a man's swill as he passed along and through the ranks of the common folk, fingers laced with fine dust as he planted the seeds of Drugs amongst their ranks before meeting with the Vampira Hitman. "Yo, you already wrapped up?" He inquired, a rushed job was seldom a good job he found in his line of business. But if she could do both, then she would have well been worth the Ten Thousand Credits.
[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

The white haired woman smiled with a nod "Doesn't take long to drop them, plus I feel much better now" She said, he was likely to be confused for he may not know of the diet requiring her to partake of blood once a week, she could get away with doing it a little less often than that, but more than 10 days and she would be thrown into a feral state killing anything and anyone in her path. "He is tucked inside a room in that hotel, no one saw or heard a thing, took maybe 30 seconds" she said in a hushed tone

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

He blinked once through thrice, nodding along, she had done her job and now he his. He pulled a finger to his mask, tapping it a few times as his words radiated throughout his crew. "Target dead ya slackers. The Hitman got it before you." He stated confidently, fist pumping the air as he pulled out a large satchel from his pants pockets and handing it over if counted it had just the right amount he described, a whopping Ten Thousand Credits for arguably a job worth a tenth of that.

He pulled his finger from the button looking at them, "Well, good workin' with ya." He replied as he slouched himself on a wall, "If this is your line of work I'll keep you in contact. In the meantime, I've got a bet to get paid for." He replied, pulling his small vial of poison and sill, letting it roll over his masks valve.
[member="Nyx Tempest"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Nyx would smile, it was a nice thing, she could get used to this kind of work, she enjoyed it too "I think it is, dont hesitate to call on me if you have any need of me doll" She said taking the satchel from his hands and placing it over her shoulder. She liked him a lot, she had never felt like that towards anyone else. She hoped to hear from him soon, she would wink as she turned and walked away her hips swaying seductively

[member="Thraxis"]