Flightless_Soul

Comedy On A Thread (Reborn)

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@Nikki Moonlight

~"It's good to hear from you, Aya-chan."~ Hibana whispered into the receiver. Her voice was demure, void of any sort of expression...and yet...there was something, a subtle hint that Aya could possibly detect...of sadness.

~"The others have been assigned their missions and will be heading out shortly. I wanted to take the time to speak with you about a private matter. First, I need you to tell Dmitri to leave. This conversation is strictly between you and I. Let me know when he is gone."~

((PM for secret phone convos))

@King Tai @CriticalHit @DriveEMOut @bloonewb

"This way."

Curtly Azuma ushered the young men to the elevator, flanked on both sides by two men wielding Heckler & Koch MP5N submachine guns. Even within the sanctity of the school, all security measures had to be taken. One could never know if a teacher was actually a rival hitman in disguise, or...if one of Noir's chosen...was a deceitful rat that needed to be squashed.

As they boarded the elevator and it began its descent into the school's lower level, for the first time, Azuma removed his mask, slightly just to pop a cigarette into his mouth and light it. A scar, grisly and jagged, stretched from the right corner of his lip all the way to his mangled ear. He sighed, a thick white wisp exhaled, "If any of you have something to say, please do. I have seen many...many things, both in my career as an assassin and in my time I served. The world is filled with darkness, my students, darkness...that dwells within all of us. Welcome...to Hell."

At that moment, the doors opened to Hell's Cistern.



"Magnificent, isn't it? Some of you already know this place, but for you, Minato-san, this is the elite training ground of Class Noir."



All around them, the grunts, punches, and kicks of recruits sparring in the dojo culminated with the rattling echoes of gunfire from the shooting range, yet all sounds ceased once they stepped through the door...and all the students took notice bowing in unison.

"Look alive, recruits! Azuma-Sensei is here!"

Azuma stepped forward. As he did, a student rushed forward kneeling at his feet and offering to Azuma graciously an antique katana in a shimmering black scabbard. Azuma drew the sword, the blade, pristine and sharp, shining like the light of Heaven amidst the darkness of Hell, singing among the dead silence.

"Look behind me, students! Gaze upon them!" His voice boomed with the utmost fear and authority as Azuma motioned to the assassins behind him. "Not too long ago, they were like you, worthless, impudent, rough around the edges. Pieces of dirt that had no purpose but to be trampled under foot. But it was here, in the fires of Hell, the flames of tribulation, these meaningless fragments of earth were hardened, sharpened, beaten, shaped and purified...to become this."

High over his head he held the katana for all to see, the students, the assassins, the guards, and the instructors.

"The Sword of Requiem, the blade with which Natsume-Sama cut down her adversaries and carved her legacy into the criminal underworld. It is by our bloodstained hands swift and merciless death is delivered. Retribution is paid unto those who dare to oppose us. We are the elite killers, the assassins of Class Noir!"

All gave a rousing shout to the end of his speech, Azuma-San sheathing the sword and resting it at his side.

"Continue your training, students. Requiem's future rests in your hands. Assassins, follow me to the armory."

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

Hibana smirked sipping of her vodka. Her little soldiers, her angels of death, all so eager to spill blood for her, for Requiem. As one by one they asked their questions, she answered them.

@DriveEMOut

~"The training grounds below the school in the Cistern has a fully stocked armory thanks to our arms suppliers. You'll find a veritable bouquet of death and discord at your fingertips, Dai-san, every weapon ranging from basic nine milimeters to fifty caliber anti-material rifles. Azuma-San will escorts you to the Cistern to gear up before your mission. "~

@CriticalHit

~"Precisely, Katsuro-san."~ She answered with a curt nod. ~"I am giving each of you free reign over the contracts you choose today, bar the one we chose for Minato-san. Kill them however you wish, but leave no evidence behind, nor witnesses."~

@King Tai

~"So I would assume."~ Hibana mused swirling about the ice in her glass rather nonchalant. ~"Your fascination with African American gang culture is...borderline obsession...to say the least, Ringo-san. This could prove to be a double edge sword frankly. While your knowledge of the gang lifestyle is extensive and could possibly aid you in assimilating yourself into their ranks, I warn you not to get too comfortable in your undercover position. You are an assassin of Requiem and that is all."~ A stern glare she gave Ringo to emphasize that. It's not as though she assumed the boy would betray her, but she had to keep them in line and remind her attack dogs who held the leash.

@bloonewb

Though her expression remained blank and stoic, Hibana...was dying of laughter on the inside when it had come to Minato's question. She took a sip of her drink and set it aside, trying her damndest not to let any of that laughter out. ~"Minato-san...such an...interesting question you pose. Your grades will be taken care of whether you have completed your school work or not. I am the Headmistress of Seiko Academy after all. What matters more to me than just trivial academic success is your success as a student of Class Noir. Your only curriculum here...is to bring death to our enemies. That being said, Minato-san, you will still have to endure the harsh training regiment all of our recruits have undergone after you kill Schtauffenhauer. Azuma-San will oversee your training and deliver daily reports to me. Impress me, Minato-san, and you will be promoted. Fail me...and you will be expelled, if you get my meaning."~

Once all were answered, she stood from her chair. ~"Now then, if there are no further questions, I must contact Aya-chan. Choose your contracts wisely. I expect all of these men to be dead by the end of the month. You're dismissed."~

As Azuma escorted them out of her office, Hibana whipped out her phone, calling Los Angeles.

@Nikki Moonlight

The Russian man was sitting at a desk in the hotel room, stripping and cleaning his Desert Eagle .44 Magnum while Aya was presumably studying the layout as instructed. The girl....she was a prodigy, scored higher than any of the boys in her class in every category, marksmanship, close quarters combat, stealth, she was primed to be the deadliest hitwoman in the world, perhaps...even deadlier than Hibana.

...it was clear why the boss chose her...

"Da. Is that you, Boss?" The man answered his phone upon it ringing. His ringtone the Tetris theme no doubt.

"Hmm? Da, she is here. I have her studying floor plan of mansion now. Da, she is ready. You wish to speak to her? Okay, I give her phone."

He handed over his cell to the girl.

Crime Bosses

@AtomicNut

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@King Tai@bloonewb@DriveEMOut@CriticalHit

Azuma rose an eyebrow at how informal the boy Dai had addressed him and Hibana. Though no outward display of emotion, the man could sense an arrogant attitude about him, a cockiness that could either aid him or be his downfall. He gave a stern glare to the boy while Hibana remained indifferent to it. She would deal with his arrogance in her own special way.

As soon as the others arrived, she cleared her throat and addressed them in her most professional demeanor, ~"Gentlemen. As you may know, Requiem's influence has expanded to nearly every corner of the globe. We control the drugs, weapons, and other illicit trades. Hundreds of criminal organizations, from Mafia Families to your...common street gangs, swear fealty to our banner, knowing well we can bring them prosperity or wrath. However...there are those who would spit in our faces and carry a sword when we carry an olive branch. I want you four to deal with these ingrates."~

At this, Azuma set upon the desk pictures of four individual men, each of whom were either former associates of Requiem or enemies. Either way, Hibana had them marked for death.

~"The first is Don Lucio Greone, a Mafia boss operating in Dallas, Texas. Greone's men killed ours and seized a marajuana shipment at the Dallas train yards. We were hoping to make a lucrative deal with a Mexican drug cartel, but thanks to this pompous asshole, our clients are not happy. One of you will eliminate Greone and retrieve the stolen drug shipment."~

Onto the next contract.

~"The next hit is Vasiliy Dalkovich. Dalkovich is one of our Ukrainian associates in the prostitution business. Our brothels and strip clubs are stocked with women willing to work for us, but as of recent, Dalkovich has been involved in a human trafficking ring. This ring has been supplying businesses under his jurisdiction with underage girls. The man knows I frown greatly upon pedophilia, and will have no such sullying my organization. I want him dead along with any of his associates in the human trafficking ring."~

The third.

~"Your third target is Marcus Galloway, Big Mark as he is called by his Chicago street gang, the East Coast Killas. The Killas have controlled the Wards District of Chicago since the 1980s, when Big Mark founded the gang. They run the drugs and illegal weapons distribution in the city, and they are a powerful ally of the Chicago Irish Mob, one of our business rivals on the East Coast. By killing Galloway, his gang will be crippled from the inside, eliminating them and weakening our competitors."

And the final...

~"The last contract we have chosen especially for Minato-san. Since he is a fresh face to our organization, we would like to put his skills to the test. Henrich von Schtauffenhauer is...or rather was...a respected arms dealer we had business with in the past, but as of recent, we have discovered he hasn't been a faithful spouse in our holy matrimony. Invoices from his recent shipments indicate he has been selling weapons on the side to some of our enemies, even to a Somalian terrorist group who was responsible for an attack on an American embassy. Thirty people were killed, placing the blame directly on Henrich. Interpol has him locked up for questioning at their headquarters in Paris. He will be moved to interrogation this Thursday, then extradited to his native Germany to face trial. Before that happens, I want him silenced. He will expose Requiem and discredit the organization if he testifies. It is better to cut out the sparrow's tongue before he sings. These are your contracts, gentlemen. Any questions?"~

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@Nikki Moonlight

The cover of a father taking his adopted Japanese daughter to visit her mother was sufficient enough to avoid any suspicion, but the five star accommodations generously provided by Boss Natsume, well...those were more or less the perks of being an assassin for Requiem. It wasn't all just swimming pools and gourmet food though. They were here on business and that business...was killing.

Don't get too comfortable, malyshka. We still have a job to do." The Russian sternly spoke tossing a navy blue travel bag on the bed, making an audible clatter. "This bag contains everything you will need. Your weapons, dossiers on your targets, and floor plans of the Maracoli Mansion, including guard routines and surveillance camera positions. Study them carefully and plan your assault tonight. Tomorrow, your mission will start. Don Maracoli will be attending business in his native Sicily. His children will return from school at 3:45 Pacific Standard Time. We suggest infiltrating the mansion at night. Guard detail tends to be fairly lax around the late hours, so it should be easy to slip in unnoticed. Once the job is done, we'll rendezvous at the cafe in the city and catch a helicopter out of the country."

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the girl up and down. "Are you sure you are capable of this, Miss Aya? I only ask because of the strong importance Boss Natsume has placed on this mission. She also wanted me to tell you that if you fail...she will personally come to US of A to kill you. If you ask me, I think she would definitely do it. Boss Natsume isn't one to blow smoke up asses, da?"

1x1 Yuri Assassin RP (Mature! 18+!)

Sooo...I'm not much for 1x1s but this is an idea I've been wanting to try for a while.

Before that though, a little bit about me. I'm a fairly competent writer who can crank out 1-5 paragraphs, given my mood that day. I also work full time 5 to God knows when during nights all week except for Thursdays. I'm not picky when it comes to post length, but I do ask that you put in a little more effort than just a sentence or God forbid one single word. Also, I am not picky about flakes. If you wanna drop off the face of the world without telling me, that's cool. I only say this cause I'm a bit notorious for doing this. Don't worry, I won't have my secret network of spies track you down...erm...not that I have any spies. ;<<

Anywho with that said, the idea:

MC is a professional assassin living in Los Angeles. She is one of the best hitmen in the criminal underworld, hired by everyone from mob bosses to corrupt CEOs. One day she is contacted by YC, a teenage girl living in New York. The girl has amnesia and can only remember the words "Les Enfants Terribles" It was these very words the assassin remembered were written on the wall in blood when her mother was killed. MC goes to New York to meet YC in a park. There, men in black suits ambush them. YC shows exceptional skills with a gun and kills off the attacking gunmen with MC's help. Afterwards they go to YC's apartment. The girl tells the assassin she woke up in this apartment with no memory of who she was or where she came from. Only a fake ID, a gun, and the cryptic words "Les Enfants Terribles" MC believes there is a connection between her mother's murder and the girl's amnesia. She decides to help YC regain her lost memories, but...when the mystery has been solved and their work is done, MC will kill YC. The two team up together, working as assassins for hire under the code name "La Fantoma." While they take contracts and investigate the mystery behind Les Enfants Terribles, they are being watched by a mysterious criminal organizations that has interest in both of them.

Crime Bosses

@Vas Khaleen@KaijuBaragon@Doc Doctor

Rebecca tipped her shades slightly at the two, eyes narrowing and brow crinkling in befuddlement. Funny, she didn't recall this being an open meeting, and if she had her Irish Whiskey Rose at her side, she would show these two meddlesome fucks how rude they were to interrupt her private affairs

And while she had no qualms about Ivan, the dapper gentleman he was...her skin started to itch when the Bitch from Hell bolstered through the door so uncouth.

Twas no secret the Bastards of Hell and the Valentine Family were locked in a brutal turf war over Bartlett Square. Blood flowed like the money would when the Mafia obtained that part of the city, expanding their gambling and drug empire, yet these uncivilized, trailer trash meth junkies thought.. and still think they can hold out against the Cosa Nostra, the elite.

It's not as if Rebecca tried to be civil at first, but when her advisor returned from Bartlett Square...cut to ribbons with a chainsaw....that's when the Intocabile made her declaration of war...

...by burning five of Linda's men alive...

~"Ah, Linda, so nice of you to drop by."~ The Mafia Queen's response was sincere yes, but only in tone. There was that underlying venom she held in her gut for the bitch, as it showed in her serpent eyes, eyes that gradually moved from the redneck to the Russian, ~"And Ivan. I assumed you would be trading AKs with the Somalians, but nevertheless, you made time to drop in and see a dear friend. How courteous of you....but that's beside the point."~ A sly insult, she flicked the ashes of her cigarette onto those scuffed and muddy boots of Linda's, a coy smirk of her lips. ~"Your interruption of an important meeting between the Cosa Nostra and Mr. "First Degree" Donny is both unwelcome and an insult...personally to me as I made it clear to Donny boy we would have no such interference during our liason. Now you have two choices. You can either leave peacefully, and we will forget this never happened, or....you can leave in a body bag when my Irish Rose arrives."~

"Ye herd the lass ye cunts."

The thick Irish brogue of the woman was followed by the telltale click of a. 45 hammer thumbing back. At that time, she came swaggering out of the dark unexpected by both Rebecca and those who were present at this little...impromptu get together, a Kimber Warrior 1911 in one hand and a flask of Jameson in the other...the Irish Rose evidently drunken by it.

~"I had hoped you would arrive sooner"~ She hissed under her breath. ~"Rhiannon."~

"Aye. I would've." Replied Rhiannon in slurred speech. "But I wa finishin' op dat job for ye." She stumbled up to the table, wasting no time in flopping down beside the biker, taking another swig of her flask. "Soooo....Ivan the Terrible an Harley Davidson walk into a bar. Wot? No Guinness? An' who's this pretty boy, Ol' Beck?"

Rebecca sighed with a low, audible growl, ~"This, Rhi-Rhi, is "First Degree" Donny, a most trusted and respected hitman in the criminal underworld. I was hoping to acquire his services for the Valentine Family, but then these two happened along our meeting....which I'm beginning to suspect they were informed."~ Her eyes shifted suspiciously from Linda to Ivan. Just how did a weapons dealer and a white trash whore learn the most powerful woman in the city had arranged a meeting with Donny boy?

~"Now then....if you two would be so kindest to leave, I would like to continue discusing my arrangements with Donny boy....alone."~

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@Nikki Moonlight

The Russian man shrugged giving a look that basically said suit yourself. She talked tough no doubt, but could Aya really pull it off? After all, this mission would prove once and for all if Aya...was worthy.

Was his boss mad thinking this...child could undertake such a responsibility? Sure, the Shi family has been a part of Requiem for years, Aya's father being their top hitman, but Aya had much to learn. Natsume may have taken over Requiem in a day, but it took the brutal woman years of sacrifice, years of bloodshed to make it the most feared criminal syndicate in the underworld.

Could Aya do the same?

@King Tai@bloonewb@DriveEMOut@CriticalHit

While Aya was in LA, there were other important matters to attend to.

Hibana and Azuma made their way back to the school and to her office. The rain seemed to have grown heavier and heavier with every mile driven, and by the time her crimson luxury car pulled into the drive, it was a full blown downpour.

Thankfully Azuma was there with umbrella in hand, not seeming to mind the rain ruining his nice black suit.

After Hibana strolled into her office, she took her seat behind her desk and poured herself a small glass of vodka on the rocks. ~"Send word to the others to report to my office. It's time to brief them on their contracts."~ She ordered.

"Yes, Natsume-Sama." Azuma bowed curtly, taking out his phone and texting an all points bulletin to the boys.

All Class Noir students report to Natsume-Sama's office at once. Those who are not present will be executed.