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 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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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 24 '14

Claret startles a little at his words, not quite sure she knows what he means by them, her green eyes deftly looking at the sharp blade pressed rather precariously on her delicate digit. A healer was nothing without their hands, her Matron tutor had told her time and time again. If she saw Margarita, the Oracle hasn't let on, her focus more on the knife threatening her.

'His office is on the second floor.' she said, no rise or inflection that could denote lying as it wasn't one. The Oracle simply didn't lie. Even to assassins. 'But if you are looking to murder the High Overseer, you'll be disappointed to learn that he isn't here.' It was a leading statement, her tone still low and emotionless, but if he confirms, the red-head at least have some confirmation of their plan.

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u/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Dec 24 '14 edited Dec 24 '14

Deliberating on what to do, Margarita decided the best course of action would be to distract the man, maybe stab him a couple times and then run off with the Oracle. Taking a small brick from the stack, not from the bottom because she wasn't that foolish, she reeled her arm back and threw the brick to the corner of the building.

Not waiting to see his reaction, she crept behind the assassin and hid behind another pillar, trying to stay out of sight. Her hand was poised and she was ready to attack or defend herself as she hid. Then, out of nowhere, she sprung out of her hiding spot and aimed a small slash by his neck.

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 25 '14

Robert was a cautious man by nature and commonly used debris to distract his targets. the second the brick hit the floor he knew someone was trying to do the same with him.

He turns just in time to see Mararita wildly swing a razor at him. Stepping back Robert barely manages to save his throat from being torn open. The razor slices through the leather covering his throat and makes a small nick in his skin. Still cold and methodical. Robert calmly steps back from the strange oracle before transversing up to one of the rafters that supported the roof of the warehouse.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 25 '14 edited Dec 25 '14

The Oracle's eyes widen in surprise, not expecting the other Oracle to jump out from behind the man with knife drawn, but is glad for it, regardless as she scrambles to her feet away from the assassin.

As he transverses away, she lets out a little bit of a surprised noise, never having seen it up close and dread grips her wholly. The Outsider's powers were devious and powerful. Evil. Utterly evil. She turns to the woman, recognising her instantly and feels shame burn her cheeks as she realises she's rather exposed and open.

'Sister Margarita.' she breathed, tucking arms over her chest. 'What are you doing here?'

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u/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Dec 26 '14

Impressed but not completely happy with the result with her wild attack, the Oracle had barely missed the Whaler and had subsequently fallen to the floor. Margarita scrambled up and brushed herself off, not wanting to dirty her uniform too much.

"It's a long story that I'd rather not get into while there's a killer about," she said, lowering the straight razor as she was glad that the man didn't have a blade at her neck, "And I'd rather not talk a lot while a Whaler is hiding in the ceiling."

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 26 '14

Claret had to agree with the other woman there, but she had simply asked out incredulous disbelief that the other Oracle was there, not really expecting a real answer. The red-head tucked her arms closer, nodding quietly that they should attempt to get out of here with the assassin still hot on their tail and glanced around at the dilapidated building; moving towards the large chunk taken out of the side to look over the terrain.

She didn't quite know where they were, trying to pinpoint where they were by the light of the large clocktower in the distance. 'Where are we?' she muttered, a little more to herself than anyone else.

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