[Nexus] MURDER I: Causing Fear Since About Five Minutes Ago.

[Rotting Baron]

[Training Room -> The Operative's Office - Fade]

The Operative leads Fade to his office again. The spectre gives him a small slip of paper.

"Now that you're a member, you have a room in the Barracks. That paper has your room's location, as well as the code to the keypad on the door. Dispose of it as soon as you memorize both."

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

Once Kal enters, he sees the masked spectre. Immediately, the Operative tries to use his psychic abilities to get Kal's real name.

"Have a seat, please."

[Kris on a Stick]

[The Operative's Office • Kal]

Reading a Devil's mind is always a risky business, even with a tiefling like Kal.
Forays into Kal's mind yield only vivid... and X-rated () fantasy involving... oh... let's see... John and Jane Doe, Warsh, Moff, DC, Hench(wo)man Pink, three ladles, a significant amount of rope, and a rotary engine.

If Kal notices the Operative's intrusion however, he doesn't show it. Rather, he does simply as he's told, taking a seat where indicated.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

Luckily for the Operative's sanity, he normally can't receive anything beyond a name. He's weird like that. The spectre does seem to notice not getting anything worthwile, though.

"First thing's first. Why don't you tell me your name? An easy start, I think."

[Zefir]

[The Operative's Office - Fade]

"OK."

He just replies and then tend to leave for his room. It will need him a while until he got the number meorizied.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Fade]

"I will let you know when a contract becomes available. And if you leave the premises, you'll be able to come back with no trouble." With that, the Operative lets Fade go, waiting in his office. One plotclone reunited.

[Kris on a Stick]

Originally Posted by Dark Apprentice

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

Luckily for the Operative's sanity, he normally can't receive anything beyond a name. He's weird like that. The spectre does seem to notice not getting anything worthwile, though.

"First thing's first. Why don't you tell me your name? An easy start, I think."

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

"Kal'selthezaar. Or Kal for short." Replies Kal.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

"Well, Kal'selthezaar," the Operative begins, "Tell me why you wish to join MURDER."

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Front - Ground level]

Spontaneously, a woman wanders in. She has black hair and icy blue eyes, as well as a fur coat that looks rather out of place in a typical bar. Still, she merely sits down with a drink. Watching.

A man walks in about 30 seconds later, walks up to the bar, and says discreetly:

"So, I've heard somethin' 'bout a new guild here. For Black Ops and stuff."

The man appears fairly plain, armed with a dagger strapped to his side and a shiny belt buckle. Seriously, someone must have put him up to this. He does not look nearly competent enough for an assassin's guild.

[Kris on a Stick]

Originally Posted by Dark Apprentice

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

"Well, Kal'selthezaar," the Operative begins, "Tell me why you wish to join MURDER."

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

"Honestly? Because I'm bored. The whole point of Hell's eventual storming and victory over Heaven and dominion over all of the Planes is that it happens Later rather than Sooner, and in the mean time, there's only so much time I can spend tempting mortals and corrupting them towards Evil. So, I decided to get myself a hobby, and hey, killing and murdering are two of my favorite things."
Actually, I think killing and murdering are the same thing.
"So, y'know, here I am."

[Rotting Baron]

[The Front]

John looks at the man. "Haven't heard about anything like that."

[The Operative's Office - Kal]

"Straightforward. I like that. Although your origins raise a question, more out of curiosity than anything. If you're from Hell, how much time can you devote to this organization?"

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Front]

"Oh, I see where this is going. Well, if there hypothetically was one, I might hypothetically have a contract for it..."

Does this man have no sense of self-preservation?

[Rotting Baron]

[The Front]

John is less than impressed. "Well, hypothetically, you'd have to take it somewhere else."

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Front]

"I see. Well, since I appear to be out of options, goodbye."

Unless someone stops him, he'll pull his dagger and draw it across his own throat. Which results in blood everywhere and a dead man on the floor.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Front]

Well, the bartender certainly didn't expect that, so the man cuts his own throat. Various patrons scream and run. John just sighs. Some people were so stupid. He tries to grab the corpse to get it out of there.

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Front]

As John tries to grab the corpse, it begins to stand back up. Not in the 'undead' sort of way, though. In fact, it looks more like a Marionette. The spilt blood also begins to lift off of the various surfaces it landed on, coalescing into a rectangular prism. Which then freezes solid, with an inscription etched into it. The puppet will then attempt to hand the object to John.

It reads: "This has been a demonstration of assassination, this time performed upon a lewd fool who could not keep his hands to himself. I am quite aware of the burgeoning organization here, and am interested in joining. Don't try to deny it. I have word from some very reliable sources. If you are accepting new members, please leave this tablet on the bar. If not, please hand it back to my puppet."

If he attempts to show it to or hand it off to anyone else, the words will spontaneously change to a random bit of poetry.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Front]

John sighs again. Why couldn't this person just head in the normal way, like everyone else? He leaves the tablet on the bar, and briefly considers calling the Operative up. Nah, some people had to be ignorant of these things.

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Front]

The puppet wanders outside, and begins digging himself a shallow grave and then raking the dirt back over himself. That's... ...actually kinda morbid.

In any case, the Woman from earlier heads up to the bar, and the tablet floats outside to be buried with the man.

She nods to John, and very discreetly says: "I'm sorry about the spectacle, but it's usually best to send in a decoy. You never know who's watching. Where should I go next?"

[Rotting Baron]

[The Front]

"Head in the back room. You'll find an open door of an elevator. Go inside and wait a few seconds." John says this all while cleaning a few mugs.

[BladeofOblivion]

Originally Posted by Dark Apprentice

[The Front]

"Head in the back room. You'll find an open door of an elevator. Go inside and wait a few seconds." John says this all while cleaning a few mugs.

The woman will nod.

"Thank you."

She will indeed follow these instructions, waiting inside the elevator.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Front -> Main Room]

After just a few seconds, the elevator goes down to the main room. Jane Doe, the secretary, points the woman to the Operative's office. Seems they communicated her desire to join.

[BladeofOblivion]

[Main Room --> Operative's Office]

She'll head that way then. Once she arrives, assuming nothing out of the ordinary happens:

"I take it you're in charge here?"

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office]

The spectre's lenses look directly into the woman's eyes. "Before you say another word, I want to let you know that you shouldn't kill patrons in our front. We do need to keep a public face."

He gestures to the seat in front of the desk. "Have a seat, and tell me your name." He's already trying to read the woman's mind to get a name, but it's always good to know if someone is honest or not.

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Operative's Office]

She will indeed take a seat.

"Yes, sorry about that debacle. I was going to kill him for trying to touch me like that anyway, but I suppose it could have been done a bit less publicly. At any rate, he technically killed himself, so you don't have to worry about it being traced.

My name is Sarah Bloodchanter. Sometimes known as 'the Blood Witch.' In case you hadn't guessed by now, I like to play with blood."

She's telling the truth, although that isn't her real last name. Strangely enough, the memory spot where her last name is stored appears to be completely empty, as if it was erased using some foul magic. If he can get a glimpse of her motive, he might note that she's mainly telling the truth because there is absolutely no good reason to lie. She's a pragmatist.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

"Yes, so I gathered." The Operative notes the lack of a real last name. "Well, then, Sarah, why don't you start by telling me why you wish to join MURDER?"

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

"I wish to join because I need a job, and NO wouldn't be able to use my skills, AMEN doesn't appreciate subtlety, and pretty much everything else is boring."

She smiles.

"After all, there is little more satisfying than watching your foes slaughter each other without having to be seen at all, and no other Organization seems to fully respect that."

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

The Operative considers this information. He couldn't actually feel satisfaction either, but he was rather different than most.

"Fair enough. Now, besides your skill in blood magic, what else can you contribute to this organization's assets?"

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

She thinks a moment.

"Well, I had to learn some bloodless magic, since actual Blood Magic is outlawed where I come from. I opted for healing, since it comes in handy when you start using your own blood for power. So I can put someone back together if things go south.

Also, I can manipulate living subjects to do almost anything that they could normally do. I can't read minds, but I can make them say whatever I desire them to say."

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

The Operative continues his cold stare into Sarah's eyes. "Seems like you have some versatility in the field. Now, normally, I would now take you down to our training room to test your skill, but I think you've already made quite the spectacle of that skill." At this point, Sarah may find a blank membership form and a pen in front of her. Wait, how did those get on the desk?

"If you'll fill that out."

[BladeofOblivion]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

She doesn't bother picking up the pen. The letters and words just flow in. In red ink. Oh, who am I kidding? That's not ink.

Spoiler

Name: Sarah Bloodchanter
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Specialization: Blood Mage
Power Level: (This is a bit OOC, but it's C+.)
Power Source: Blood. Obviously. Though I can power some spells on Lyrium.
Other Important Information: I prefer to manipulate a situation rather than directly involving myself. Convenient NPC's are always handy to have nearby. Can perform public assassinations without a trace of the true assassin. Good at making things look accidental.

[Rotting Baron]

[The Operative's Office - Sarah]

The Operative takes a look at the form. "I believe we are nearly set." A small piece of paper is floating near Sarah's hand, for her to take. "That has the location of your room, as well as the code to the lock on your door. I will contact you when a contract becomes available."