Tance

[Week 5, Day 2, 3:45 PM]

 

The Seer smiled as Takayuki sent out his invitation, the sidewalk lighting up so brightly that even in her blindness she could see it. Her head turned towards the road as the 'cat' in question pulled up to the gate on her fascinating contraption and a smile lit the lower half of her face only to turn into a pout as the woman screeched away. Hm, pity. The could have had more fun with the feline. The Seer's attention returned to Taka as she felt his presence within her, searching for any evidence of damage. 

 

"I can assure you, Master," she began in a sing-song tone she reserved only for the King of Hell, "I am quite well. Between your healing and spending a good amount of time in hell, I have been fully-" Her sentence cut off as a voice pushed its way into her mind.

 

The Seer whipped around, her staff held in front of her as she prepared to cast a mental ward. How? How had someone pierced through the powerful barriers she had placed upon her mind? How dare he presume to call her young one when her age was utterly unknown to every denizen in Hell. And the name; the special name that only Taka and she herself knew, as he had never spoken it aloud in front of another. Taka had called her Sahar in front of others before, but not that one.

 

She turned towards Taka, her staff thumping back to the ground, and relayed the words that the King of Hell's brother, anger filling her normally calm demeanor. "You brother has sent word, Master, that the Little Mosquito is nearly well again. And... he started to call my name." Her voice faltered and her body trembled. How, how had he broken through so easily? Was she still weak from Maia's attack upon the former mansion? She stepped past Taka, her clothing jingling slightly, and into the house, tears welling in her blind eyes at her failure to protect even herself once again.

 

"I shall... meditate, Master, to find answers that I seek." With that said she glided silently through the foyer into one of the front rooms and immediately cast a meditation circle in which she sat and began her self imposed interrogation.

"FAY!" The sound of Taka's voice pierced through the mists shrouding her mind and she sat up sharply, her blind, violet, eyes locked on her Master. Relief washed over her and the tension slowly eased from her body. She was twisting around on the bed, carefully swinging her formerly damaged legs over the edge, when her hand encountered the newly sewn mask Taka had placed beside her. The beads, bells, gems and bones were all similar to the one she had be given before, but this one... this one held stronger spells within the material and a smile forrmed on her lips.

 

She slowly stood, mask in one hand, and ran the other through her waist length silver hair; hair that slowly began to coil around itself as it wove a pattern that brought it close to her head. Since her legs were able to hold her weight she bounced lightly over to Taka, jingling all the way, and threw herself into his arms, great big tears falling down her pale, tattooed cheeks.

 

"Father!" At that moment, he was not her master, but the man who had found her centuries ago, lost, with her eyes destroyed by a demon who had taken everything she new, and took her in. Gave her a home, a name; gave her a new life.

 

And he had done it again. Her soul had been wandering in the mists of death, lost and confused, but his kiss of life had broken through the veil and reached for her, had wrapped her in its warm embrace and carried her back. Back to the land of the living and back to him. Her King, her Master, her mentor... her Father.

 

For the first time in centuries she broke down, great heaving sobs taking control of her small body as she held tightly onto Taka. He was here, safe, alive...... and very pissed off. She could tell by the heavy brimestone scent in the air, and the tail that was twitching back and forth. Finally she leaned back and turned her face up as if to look at him, and she smiled. "Thank you for the new mask, Father." Her tattooed fingers toyed with the fabric in her hand, a gentle caress for something so lovingly created.

The little kitten had retaliated. Her attack had been shocking in and of itself, decimating the hevily protected mansion and laying waste to half the city. The woman was as powerful as The Master. This was going to make for an interesting war, then. No doubt the two of them, The Master and the kitten known as Maia, would be the ones facing off in the war. The Little Bug, now he was another matter, one that The Seer personally wanted to fight. His energy pattern was quite.... tasty to say the least. But, first things first.

 

Smoke and dust was still scattered around the severely damaged mansion, though the rain caused by Maia had extinguished the flames to smoldering ashes. The Seer lay half buried under a portion of a wall that had crumbled in, her lower body, specifically her legs, pinned and damaged by the rubble. Her mask had been destroyed, revealing a face covered with grime and soot, pale violet eyes staring at nothing; eyes that saw nothing. The mask that Taka had given her long ago lay near her head, the material mostly burned to nothingness.

 

Her mind reached out for Taka, fear for his safety her main concern. Was he alright? Had he been able to escape the onslaught? Sahar ground her teeth together as she tried to inch her way out from under the mess she was trapped under, but her legs refused to budge. Master, please, tell me that you are safe! Master! Her mental cries began to grow desperate, panic settling in. FATHER!!! Tears streamed from sightless eyes as she struggled pitifully to break free from her imprisonment.

 

Her energy, and her spirits had been dwindled trying to protect the mansion from Maia's maddened attack, was unable to aid her, and her body grew limp with sheer exhaustion. Why? Why wouldn't he answer her? Was he unable to? Was he too far away? Perhaps she was just too weak for her thoughts to project far enough? "Master...." She closed her eyes, not that they could see anything anyway, tears slipping past long thick eyelashes and leaving streaks upon her soot covered cheeks.

I think we will stick with Rol's underwear drawer. I mean... seriously... that drawer.... scary place.

 

*Looks at Laticarp with a bored expression.* Are you brave enough, little brother?

The Seer's Bio

 

 

Among the chaos and disorder she kept her eyes on X, watching the woman struggle with god knew what within her mind. As the woman slowly stood, still gripping her head tightly, Tance couldn't help but wonder what her Boss saw in some of the people who worked for him. What merrits did their incompetence bring to The Organization? The graveyard was still filled with combat left and right, burned up guards, the massive dragon.... not attacking X as the woman slipped past it.

 

How....? She glanced back at Ashax, who had one of the prime targets standing in front of him, and her eyes locked on the woman. Glancing back at the hollow where X had vanished, she couldn't help but wonder. Carefully, lightly stepping over dead bodies and rubble, she made her way closer to the hollow. The giant dragon swung its head towards her, growling as it glared at her, warning her to keep her distence. Interesting. The dragon does not see her..... as a threat.... that can only mean one thing.

 

Once more she glanced back at Maia, who had dropped to one knee, and her mechanical eyes narrowed dangerously. Had the woman somehow infiltrated the ranks of The Organization and gotten to some of the members? She would have to make sure. She reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a small blowdart tube. She carefully selected a dart, one with a specific sleeping agent on it, loaded it, and fired it at the back of Maia's neck. If X didn't complete the mission, they were not going to leave the city empty handed. She was making damned sure of that.

From a darkened corner of Ashax's warehouse, icy-blue eyes watched the bickering of Flash and X, unimpressed by their lack of respect towards their boss. The sound of metal being scraped along a whetstone echoed faintly through the warehouse, and a humorless smile spread across pale lips as a plan was formed for the capture of Inumori's body. If done right, they could pull this job off easily enough, so long as neither Flash nor X botched it. As Ashax began for head out, the silver haired woman stepped lithely away from the wall she had been leaning against. Very few within the Organization knew that she existed, and if they did, they kept quiet about it, not knowing what the deadly assassin would do.

As she moved past Flash and X a quiet, venomous, voice spoke harshly. "Are the children done fighting yet? If so, you should get moving." With that, the woman stepped away from the two and silently followed Ashax, never once alerting him to her presence. He probably already knew she was there. She was never very far from the Boss unless he sent her on assignment, but she always kept her distance.

Name: Exp#Z72Beta "Tance"

Age: Unknown

Sex: Female

Appearance: She has long silver-white hair, pale skin, and apparent ice blue eyes. She stands at about 5'4" with what looks to be a small stature, though she has some strength to her. Her outfit consists of a black halter top, black shorts, elbow pads, one knee pad, black gloves, and black boots.

Weapons: Her weapons consist of 20 throwing stars, 3 garrote wires, two combat daggers, and a single 20 fold steel katana.

Abilities: She is a genetically enhanced assassin. She has enhanced reflexes that allows her to move abnormally fast, though because of that, her ability to take hits is practically nothing. So, in her opinion, don't be there to get hit. She has enhanced flexibility, which detracts from her strength to some degree. Her eyes have been modified, but so much so that she had to have them replaced. She can see in several optics: normal, night vision, infrared, and ultraviolet. The eyes can also record for up to five minutes of video feed, though there is no audio, and sent to an experimental wrist computer/data pad. The eyes require that she get them updated and repaired every so often due to constant use.

She has been trained in several forms of martial arts, including: Kyusho Jitsu, Jujutsu, Ninjutsu, Kung Fu, and Shinkendo.

Personality: She is somewhat quiet, speaking when she feels the need, or when spoken to. Very relentless, and vicious. She relies on her instincts and skills, trusting no one but herself. She knows nothing of any family or other relations. All the knows is that she is one of the highest trained assassins for The Organization, and has been all her life.

(That's all for now, this bio is subject to change as needed or when more information about the character is released within the role play.)

I would like to be a member of The Organization. My character is usually an assassin, so that's what I will be, if allowed.

Hm, war eh?
Kukukuku.

*Steps from the shadows before Ashax can make it into the gun store.*
*Slices both his Achillies tendons with her kunai.*
*Watches with glee as he falls to the ground.*

I shall have fun torturing you, slowly, and painfully.
Soon, you will beg for death.