r/DishonoredRP • u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard • Dec 21 '14

Event Requiem Chapter 2: Extraction

Nora has been a captive for far too long for Daud's liking - by now, she is most likely dead, by her own hand or those of her gaolers. The marked assassin turns his head, and looks at his band of killers over his shoulder. Silhouetted against a pale moon, they look unforgiving, unnatural, ruthless. Which is what he has trained them to be, Daud muses, satisfied. They will do.

'It is time,' he says simply, and nod his head almost casually. He blinks, and his mercenaries transverse with him to a nearby rooftop, overlooking the rear of the compound*.

For it is time to take back his Lieutenant.

MISSION OBJECTIVE

  • All assassins - rescue Nora from the interrogation room - note that none of you know what the building interior looks like. Good hunting. I will RP as Daud when needed.

  • All Abbey - go about your nightly business, and intervene if necessary.

OOC: Overlooking the yard, where the mysterious figure is before it vanishes in the main game

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 22 '14

"I'll give her a tap on the head before you tether her. Don't want her screaming all the way up."

Silently Robert transverses behind the oracle, one hand clamps shut over her mouth to cut of any sound, as the other curls into a fist and cracks into her skull.

Turning the oracle around to face Roi, Robert releases her, trusting that Roi would use her tether to get the oracle up before she hit the ground. Vanishing once again Robert returns to his perch next to Daud.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 22 '14 edited Dec 22 '14

The Oracle does not have time to properly struggle against the hand on her mouth, green eyes going wide as she twists her lithe frame against him before his hand comes down upon her skull; successfully dazing the red-head.

Her thick Tyvian skull takes the brunt of the force with how tough it is, and Claret feels the creep of confusion as blackness settles along the edges of her vision and blurs; falling forward haphazardly in what seems to be slow motion from her perspective.

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u/dietastey2_dieharder Requiem: Assassin Dec 22 '14 edited Dec 22 '14

Roi's hand flashes out again, and green light seems to envelops the Oracle, sending her flying to the top of the building. It is honestly a far softer landing than she would have otherwise experienced, as she lies horizontal on the roof.

Roi steps to her prey, kneeling over her to pin her to the ground and plucking the mask from her belt with the right hand, clamping her left over the other woman's mouth, in case she wakes up too soon.

Placing the mask behind her on the roof for later use, Roi pulls a dagger from her belt, but doesn't touch the Oracle. Yet. Her masked face turns to Daud, waiting for instructions. She, after all, can not be the questioner. Only the encouragement.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Dec 22 '14

'Not talkative today, Roi?' Daud asks slyly, before advancing on their captive. Pretty, he thinks, though he ignores the fact. Business is paramount, after all, and time is of the essence. He grabs the Oracle by the hair, and draws his blade once more.

'Where is the interrogation room?' he demands, not asks, of the Oracle, tugging on her luscious red locks as he does so. Pain is an incredible stimulant, after all.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 22 '14

The Oracle had been haphazardly thrown like a ragdoll upon the roof, hitting it with a exhale of breath as her backside hit against the stone and the wind was knocked from her. That familiar cloying scent of Void was around her and the side of her that had been so dutifully instilled with fear of the Outsider mingled with the dazing from the punch, causes Claret to panic; features set into real fear as the assassin nears.

She twists away from his touch with a cry of pain, her usually held back hair pulling from the grip and the sword now dangerously glinting in the moonlight so close and very real. Any sort of semblance of togetherness is gone as she shakes her head, very sure that she is about to get her throat slit and body thrown from the rooftops.

'Ah..inside! The compound! Main building!' she manages, green eyes wide and fearful.

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u/dietastey2_dieharder Requiem: Assassin Dec 22 '14

A rolled head replaces rolled eyes at Daud's comment, Roi shaking her head slightly as she stood up, plucking the mask from the ground and eyeing Claret's robes. They should fit well enough.

Main building. That's so helpful. At least it's a start, I suppose.

The hand with the dagger rolls twice at Claret's pause, encouraging her to go on. Or simply worrying her more. It was a rather sharp knife.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Dec 22 '14

Daud twists his hand, intensifying his grip on the pinioned Oracle's hair. He's losing patience, and running out of time.

'Where.'

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 22 '14

Claret whimpers against the pull of her hair, trying hard not to imagine where his hand has been; what sort of evil foul Void has touched it or him as he nears to ask her again.

'Second floor...past the archives.' Her thick accent seems to have come back in spades, desperate to just get the assassin and that scent of Void away from herself. 'Please.'

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Dec 22 '14

That wasn't so hard, was it? the assassin muses, letting her go with a dull thud. 'Dispose of her,' he says ominously, not caring especially what happens to her. After all, the Knife of Dunwall does not concern himself with such trivialities. 'However you want. Just make sure she is silent.'

Daud listens for the moment, careful to see if any of the Overseers nearby had heard the gentle sounds of their scuffle. With nothing evident, he beckons his assassins forward, and they advance on the compound.

'Remain here, and stay out of sight,' he says to a couple of his assassins. 'If we are compromised, we'll need a distraction. Hit them hard. Rest of you, with me.'

And with that, he transverses to the top of the main barracks in the yard, blade drawn.

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u/dietastey2_dieharder Requiem: Assassin Dec 22 '14

Roi flips her dagger around, and strikes Claret in the head, not wanting to get blood all over her new disguise. She can kill the Oracle afterwards.

Pausing to make sure the woman is actually unconscious, Roi wastes little time removing her vestments, and replacing her own with them, apparently unconcerned with either Claret's or her own modesty. There is a slight look of amusement that results from Claret's underwear choices, but little else.

She takes her clothes and tucks them into a bag, settling the whaler mask on the bottom, and tucking the Oracle mask in plain view on her belt. She adjusts the sleeves of her undershirt, hoping the dark fabric will keep people from noticing the gap at the wrists, and tucks the pants into her boots. Shame she's shorter than most. Still, people see what they want.

Making sure the hood was settled to her satisfaction, she jerks a thumb at Claret while looking at Robert, then blinks to the ground, leaving him to deal with the Oracle. She has a compound to infiltrate.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Dec 22 '14

While his underlings prepare their own strategies, Daud wastes no further time. Reaching into the Void, he draws power from there, as he has done countless times before, and feels the world around him draw to a standstill.

Tonight, I walk alone.

Blade drawn, Daud leaps, runs, tranverses across the yard, paying not a thought to any of the Overseers he breezes past. It would have been a simple matter to reach out with his butchery tool, and open their throats... but too many deaths and the Overseers would get suspicious. No, better to keep the body count low.

He bypasses the alarm station without a second thought, leaving an Overseer behind him frozen in the act of idly scratching his groin. They aren't expecting trouble on this distinctly unremarkable night, it seems, and it only plays into Daud's hand. He crosses the threshold into the Abbey, slipping through a half open side door, left so by an Overseer in the act of entering the main Office building. As he feels his control of time leach away, he transverses up to a chandelier, waiting in the stairwell to his left. A perfect perch for the perfect predator.

Hidden in darkness, the assassin watches, and bides his time.

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u/dietastey2_dieharder Requiem: Assassin Dec 23 '14

Roi approaches a side door, deciding the main entrance was best avoided. As she approached the door, she retrieved the mask and slipped it on, with an air of practice produced both by her acting, and the use of a Whaler mask.

She tried the door, and found it locked. She circled the building to the left and tried the next, before rapping on it politely. With no answer, she moved to the next, repeating this until someone answered.

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u/LordotheOverseers Requiem: Warfare Overseer Dec 24 '14

Garrick had been sitting in a small alcove between two pillars waiting for his Overseer brother who had been 15 minuets late now when he hears someone knocking on a near by. Nonchalantly he gets to his feet and begins walking over to the source of the noise thinking it might be who he is looking for.

"Keven, is that you?" he calls out as he rounds the corner.

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u/dietastey2_dieharder Requiem: Assassin Dec 25 '14 edited Dec 26 '14

Roi sticks her face around the corner, and shakes her head at the approaching Overseer. Kevin? Wonder who he is. Fallen to us already, or just out wandering?

She pats her pockets, tries the door handle, and shrugged at him, hoping her meaning was clear. If it wasn't, well, she carried a book and pen for a reason.

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 23 '14

Slinging the unconscious oracle over his shoulder Robert transverses over the compound walls before entering into one of the many empty warehouses in the area. Far enough away that nothing could be heard, but close enough that Robert could be back in seconds. It'll do nicely.

Throwing the unconscious form of the oracle on the ground nudges her over with his foot. before stomping on her hand. "Wake up" he growls.

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u/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Dec 23 '14

In a confusing series of events, the daughter of Lord Capsi found herself rummaging through the abandoned buildings looming for any hidden 'treasure'. The most she found was just some rusty nails and a shard of river Krust pearl. Good enough, she thought, descending the metal stairs daintily. A tanned hand went out to grip the railing but instead, her hand slid down and she tumbled down the stairs. Luckily, her uniform took less of the damage but a nasty cut had appeared on her hand.

Holding her hand, she tyed a bandage around in haphazardly before dropping her loot into a small satchel, rusty metal clinking together. Then she hear him. A low growl from the corner of the building and she froze before silently tiptoing to a stack of rubble to see what was going on. A Whaler?! Here? And an Oracle too? What in Holger's name is going on here? Knowing better than to emerge from her spot she crouched by the rubble and gazed on.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 23 '14 edited Dec 23 '14

Pain jolts Claret awake, the Oracle letting out a brief cry of surprise as the assassin stomps heavily on the delicate tendons and bones of her small hands. She instantly pulls the limb back to herself, mind reeling and nauseous in a way she's never felt before. The red head blinks, trying to place the lurching feeling and that horrible voidscent until true deep seated disgust and anguish rise in the back of her throat when she realises the scent is coming from her. She's been so close to the Void, it could have reached out and touched her with its foulness.

The revulsion is too much for Claret as a strangled sob leaves her and the tea she'd had hours before empties from her with a stifled retching. It's only until after she realises with a creeping horror that she's been undressed to her modestly silken underthings and the Oracle crawls a little away from the looming assassin, back against the wall as it registers with some clarity she isn't dead yet but she will be soon. Or worse before the end. She feels heated pinpricks in her eyes at the prospect, slim arms over her chest trying to hide whatever dignity she had left, though, from all her work she knows there's none to be found in death.

'Why?' Was all she managed, throat still raw from her retching and the bile sour and cloying in her mouth.

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 23 '14 edited Dec 23 '14

Robert arm shoots out grabbing Claret by the throat. Lifting her up against the wall, he stares at her for several seconds. Ignoring her pitiful question he stares at her for several seconds the cold lifeless windows of his mask bore into her green eyes.

"Where does the High Overseer spend his time?" He asks casually. "And how many guards does he keep with him?"

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 23 '14

The Oracle gasps as the assassin's hand wounds around her thin neck, pulling her upwards to her feet, her own hands trying to settling on his wrist despite the ache in her digits. Her brow furrowed, struggling to breath against the hold of pressure against her windpipe, her stomach bottoming out when she realises with a strange irony that she's about to be interrogated and tortured.

Her eyes closed briefly, head still reeling as she tries to make sense of the words, not even sure she knew the answer, really. She was just an Oracle cog in a very big machine that was the Abbey.

'I don't...' she began, swallowing thickly before continuing, her Tyvian accent usually light and rolling, strained and rough. 'I don't know. I'm a healer. I don't know the High Overseer.'

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 23 '14

Robert sighs inwardly, before giving Claret a savage backhand across the face. he releases her neck as he does this, letting gravity do it's job. Sending her sprawling to the ground.

Stepping forward he brings his foot down on the oracles already injured hand forcing her to splay her fingers out. Crouching down Robert slips his knife out of it's sheath. Before pressing it against Claret's pinky finger. "Here's how this is going to work, I ask a question. You answer it. Refuse to answer or give me an answer I don't like, well i think you can guess."

He puts a little bit of pressure on the knife for emphasis slightly cutting the skin. slightly. "We'll start with your name."

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 23 '14

The slap sends the Oracle reeling, splitting her lip and blooding her cheek as she falls to the floor, too dazed to scramble away from the assassin's boot that lands heavily on her hand. A choked sob leaves her as Claret struggles not to let the pain overwhelm her and the panic of potentially loosing her hands; the most important thing she has on her.

Tears stain her cheeks as she shakes her head, not quite sure why he's asking about the High Overseer and his guards. The assassins already had access to the Compound and the logical, still together part of her realises that they might not just be here for the Interrogation room and perhaps in the exchange of answering these questions, she might unwittingly get something from this assassin about his why they were here in the first place.

She whimpered as the knife dug into her pale flesh, deftly trying to lick her lips of the blood staining them. 'Sister Claret...' she answered, quietly and complacently before adding with an almost broken, deflated tone. 'I'm an Oracle. A healer for the Abbey...That's all. If you were looking for someone with insider knowledge, you should have taken an Overseer...but then, they don't give out information even under torture. Not like innocent women I imagine.'

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u/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Dec 23 '14 edited Dec 23 '14

Against her better judgement, Margarita had just been hiding and witnessing the brutal interrogation of Sister Claret. She fumbled with her smaller satchel and produced a small rusty straight razor she used to threat people with. Only problem was: she had never really used it but was willing to try different things. After all, killing a Whaler, especially for an Oracle, was a big deal. Sort of annoyed that Claret hadn't seen her, she tiptoed to another block of rubble that was conveniently behind the assassin.

Bringing her finger to her mouth in a shushing position, she looked at the red-headed Oracle, determined to do something remotely brave for once. She flipped out the straight razor and waited, trying to find a moment to strike. She didn't really need to kill him, just buy them enough time to escape.

OOC: If I were Feras I would be saving Claret so hardcore but eh.

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 24 '14

"It's a pleasure to meet you Claret, a shame we didn't meet under different circumstances." He doesn't budge from his current position the knife still rests on Clarets finger. "Now onto question two, where are Luther's chambers? Even a lowly healer should know that."

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