Asassins creed rp

Wolfish eyes darted to Red. "So, how'd you two meet?"

 

I nod, and smile.
"Training." I say.

 

"Guessed so. And not all know each other. There are other assassins in other countries and all that. Not all train together, not all ever really learn of each other." He said.

 

"Well, I know a few in the America.*
I say, before adjusting the katana on my back and my rapier.
"Damn things, always shifting" I mumble.
(I just realized I hadn't told you guys what weapons I use, so there we go ^-^)

 

"Well you clearly travel. I do too, a little. The weapon I used to restrain Arno was from Japan, like your sword."

 

"Actually, this thing is a heirloom, just when my family died in a house fire, I managed to save it, and voila!" I say, and unsheathe it.
"This thing is ancient." I say, and show them the blade, which had symbols of dragons and japanese writings.
"It's a very nice sword as well."

 

"Wow. I wonder about its story. The only thing close to an heirloom is this," he said, half-drawing the messer from its sheathe. "Got it as a kid."

 

"Hey Arno, come on. At least say SOMETHING about yourself." I say.

 

"Please?" Talbot asked, still smiling charmingly.

 

I grin at Arno.
"I trust him. If it means anything to you. Not trust him MUCH, but trust him."

 

"I don't trust Templars, but out of all of them, I'm the least likely to stab an assassin in the back."

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Someone turned a corner, seeing Talbot and the assassins. A templar runner. They were struck into stillness and Talbot looked over to them. "Oh, hey, Silvio." He said, the warm smile he cast not reaching his eyes. They looked inhuman again.

 

[Goodnight!]
Striking out, Talbot grabbed the runner's arm and drew his sword in one movement. He yanked them forward, getting them to where the sword just barely penetrated the skin of their chest. "I'm sorry, but you know how it is. I guess I needed to finish my job anyway, after I cut off your ear." He cooed with dissonant joy before ramming the sword forward, right into their lung in a position where it cut a major artery coming from the heart.

The runner, Silvio, broke out into a struggle as they were run through, still struggling and trying to push Talbot away. That so clearly false smile didn't leave Talbot's face, his unearthly eyes borring into his fellow templar's very soul as the life bled out of him.

 

When Silvio fell slack, unconscious, Talbot took the blade from his soon-to-be corpse and dropped him to the ground. "Sorry 'bout that." He told the assassins, cleaning his blade on the templar's clothes.