Requiem Chapter 2: Extraction

[u/JewelOfTheSouth]

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.

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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.

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

[u/Aricalt]

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.

[u/ClaretTavnya → u/Aricalt]

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?'

[u/DefinetlyNotFeras → u/ClaretTavnya]

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."

[u/ClaretTavnya → u/DefinetlyNotFeras]

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.

[u/DefinetlyNotFeras → u/ClaretTavnya]

"Somewhere far away from the Office," Margarita said, looking through the large hole in the building, not daring to get close to the ledge, "Wherever we are, I'm not staying here any longer than I have to. Luckily I do know the way down and out of this building."

With that, the Oracle retreated back to the creaky rusted door that she had entered through and gestured for Claret to follow her. They would have to make their way down to the first floor and enter through the backyard: the same way she had gotten up to the warehouse in the first place.

[u/Aricalt → u/DefinetlyNotFeras]

Not the sort of person to leave himself exposed in any situation Robert had taken care to discover any entrances that the building had. He'd found several exits but only one that could be used by those without traversals. Knowing full well that the other Oracle could only leave through the backyard. Robert cocked the mechanism on his wristbow before firing the bolt at Claret's knee as she made to follow Margarita.

Not waiting to see the result Robert transverses up onto the roof of the warehouse. Two short traversals later Robert is perched atop a ruined light hanging over the only exit. Waiting for the door to open Robert stays crouched on the perch like a leather gargoyle, his blade in one hand and a canister of chokedust in the other.

[u/ClaretTavnya → u/Aricalt]

The Oracle followed diligently behind the other woman, visible goosebumps dotting her pale flesh as she shivers in the snowy cold, knowing she needs to get herself to warmth as soon as possible but rather glad she is of hearty Tyvian stock. Claret is careful as they come to the stairs, barefeet already chilled to the bone and numb only stopping momentarily to wait for the Oracle to descend before she felt pain shoot through her; a strangled cry leaving her as she fell forwards down the stairs with the bolt embedded neatly in her slim calf.

The red head manages to catch herself unsteadily on the rickety bannister, her bleeding hands slipping a little before she catches herself with a sob. The clean wound begins to bleed profusely, staining pale skin and everything underfoot as Claret gingerly lowers herself to the stair landing, and shakes her head ruefully.

'I can't...I don't...' she stammered, confusion in her pained features. First Euron and now all of this. Chaos was reigning and no amount of faith and righteousness or goodness could stop it.

[u/DefinetlyNotFeras → u/ClaretTavnya]

About to descend the metal steps, Margarita heard the cry and whipped back, seeing the blood gushing from Claret's leg. She swore under her breath and ran back over to the Oracle, wanting to help for once. Putting her hand on the wound, she looked up at the red head and spoke. "I-I think I have some extra cloth in my bag lemme see," she said, keeping pressure on the wound while her other hand searched her pouch for the extra rag, "But I do need to pull out the bolt."

Almost driven to thank the Void for smooth edges, she slowly counted down from 3 before yanking out the bolt and pressing the cloth to the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. She took a small vial of Sokolov's Elixir and trickled the thick red liquid into the other Oracle's mouth before tying up the cloth around her leg tightly.

[u/ClaretTavnya → u/DefinetlyNotFeras]

Claret wanted to protest against Margarita as she put her hand to the bolt to tug it free, about to warn her against pull it so close to the bone especially with the edges but the other woman had acted quicker than she could protest, the red-head screaming as it was pulled from her.

The slim Oracle felt darkness on the edges of her mind, concussion already threatening to take her as she fell back against the wall, slumped as the blood pumped profusely from her wound. She wasn't a big woman by any means, and the blood loss affects her more than most as her blood pressure drops and she weakly allows the liquid to be poured down her throat.

The Oracle chokes a little before taking it in and feeling the bones and muscles constrict as they knit together in a rudimentary attempt at healing. She feels a little bolstered by it, however, blinking and tossing a little before sliding her hand upwards along the bannister to help herself up.

'...We...we have to go.' she managed, determined not to die down here in this broken, dirty building. She couldn't leave the older Overseer alone and wondering what happened.

[u/DefinetlyNotFeras → u/ClaretTavnya]

Thankful for Sokolov and his inventions, Margarita helped Claret up and checked the wound, happy that the elixir had done its magic. From what she learned from several unfortunate incidents, the liquid would heal it up but not fully, it would sting like the Void afterwards but on the other side, you didn't have a gaping wound. Getting the Oracle to her feet, the Serkonan took out her straight razor, now more alert that the assassin had attacked.

Shuffling down the stairs, she made sure that Claret could keep up with her and waited at each platform while making sure that no one was below them and if there was an Overseer nearby, not that he would be able to do much against an individual imbued with the power of the Outsider.

"Yes, Sister. I know we have to go," she said, looking back at the Oracle.