Themerlinhawk

All the king's men.

"Good little murderer, Really hawk?" Solomon chuckled. "And yes I suspect I'd be very different, and as for being the at what you are you certainly are which is why you have me on the payroll." Solomon stood and put the kettle back on the fire with more water in it. Before popping his back and working the knots out of his muscles. After which he prepared a clay mug with a handful of a new questionable substance in a powdered form. "so this Cora, where did you even find her? I mean she's darling and all but other than her powers of observation I haven't been that impressed. She doesn't appreciate me Hawk" Solomon faked a frown. "And after I was so nice to her too!" his grin was a real smile but as always his eyes gave the impression of something being broken inside. Solomon moved back onto his chair next to Hawk, his movements had shifted they were bigger with less efficiency and they were much louder, more gangly and just generally sloppier than when he moved without a sound. "The rest seem nice enough, I'd really hate to have to clean any of them up. And what's with taking children off the street? I thought you were better than that" Solomon tsked sarcastically, he was well aware that Isabella could hold her own.

Solomon grinned maniacally. "Really you don't say?" he chuckled "You are something else, Love." Solomon was throughly impressed by Cora, which was saying something as he prided himself on his paranoia, but his women was good.

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Solomon heard the bells and they certainly grated but it was just Hawk's way of sticking it to the world. The small things were his way of staying sane Solomon suspected. He rose and opened the door checking the hall. No one had made it out of their room's yet so Solomon collected his equipment ghosted out of the room. Closing the door to his room Solomon wiped the contact poison off the door handle and collected his kris from the other room. Without a single sound he made it down the hallway fastening his cloak he descended the stairs and noticed Hawk sitting drinking his brandy. "You bastard. Hiding the good stuff from me now are we? After all we've been through you aren't even going to share." Solomon hooked a chair with his foot and pulled it over so he could sit with his back to the wall next to hawk. "So, am I gonna need all of this?" Solomon gestured at his gear. "I figured you needed a one man cleaning crew if you were actually calling me in on something other than a solo mission. I mean if you just want me bagging and tagging bodies after the fact that's fine but I assumed you wanted something a little more aggressive given the fact that it looks like you called in half the players and your successor." Solomon pulled a flask from his cloak, and swigged calmly from it. "not planning on dying on me are you Hawk?" Solomon looked at him over the top of the flask. "You die on me Hawk and you know it's only a quick walk, swift drop and a short stop for me and I'm not sure if I'm ready to see the other side yet."

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Sweetness

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Solomon is officially in bed. well in chair i guess but it's all the same really. I look forward to hearing about our job

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Solomon scowled at the bottle and the scowled at Hawk's apprentice. This was going to be all too interesting, interesting was okay if it was an interesting problem to be solved like "how does one make a murdered guards body disappear in the middle of a street surrounded by a crowd of people" Hawk was still trying to figure that one out and Solomon was happy to keep his mouth shut about it but this was a different kind of interesting. This wasn't a problem to be solved it was a catastophy waiting to happen. All the little moving parts, one little miss step and Solomon would be cleaning this mess up for a month. He scowled at the remains of the mysterious liquid he had been drinking from the clay mug as he swirled it. Why hadn't Hawk just let him swing on the gallows? Sure his father was still alive but honestly going to his death with that loose end wouldn't have been THAT bad, one less death to be held accountable for on the other side. Still, Hawk had to know he was holding the leash of a rabid dog and simply praying it wouldn't turn around and bite his hand off.

What did that cunning bastard have in store for him and these poor unsuspecting fools. For god's sake one of them was still in the flower of her youth and shouldn't have been anywhere near this mess. And he could tell the apprentice was already becoming like her Master, the wheels turned behind those lovely eyes and Solomon didn't like it. The two where all too clever, Hawk knew that his schemes had a body count but did Cora? was she aware of the fathers, mothers and children that would die to serve Hawk's cause? It was bad enough that there were so many undirected deaths like his mother's that happend in the world each day. Add to that the crime related ones which Solomon had had a hand in fascilitating and then Hawk's schemes and all of the other spies and assassins out there and that was a lot of death. The Soldier clearly had an idea of what he was doing, the scholar was long winded and knew way too much for his own good, the girl was just that: a young girl, the giant he had yet to get a clear read on but he was at the least friendly something you didn't see that often in this line of work. And then there was Cora. Where had Solomon found this one, she was sharp as a razor, gorgeous and far too clever by half. If Hawk doesn't turn you into himself then you're going to end up dead in an alley someday with your throat slit and Hawk is going to send me to dispose of you.

Solomon sighed and stood from the chair. "Night conceal you" and with that he slip up the stairs like and inky black shadow smeared across the wall. Down the corridor, he stopped listening at the doors for the breathing of the occupants: the girls breathing soft and shallow, the giants heavy and deep, followed by the scholars not as deep as the giants but clearly that of a mans. Solomon moved down the hall with only the sound of silk across wood as his cloak whispered behind him. The last door on the left he reached into his belt and produced a vial of oil with which he greased the hinges and lock before sliding it silently open. He placed his weapons silently upon the floor and beside the bed save the kris which he left at his waist. With that he silently closed the door crossed the hall opened the other door with an average amount of noise. Tossed the kris on the floor beside the bed, closed the door produced his lock picks and locked the door. With that he smeared a contact poison on the handle of his rooms door. Nothing lethal simply something to induce violent illness for about six hours. He then closed the door and locked it silently before removing his cloak and picking up the hangar sword. He rumpled the bed and stuffed the pillows under it then drew the armchair from the corner to the right side of the door where he was concealed from view, laid the sword across his lap and fell into a light sleep.

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Hagura said
Vestiago does lots of fighting. :D

yes he does my good friend yes he does :)

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Ozymandeus said
I actually have read the night angel books, but I rather agree with schradinger. A little subtlety will go a long way in this RP.

See previous post. Or for that matter read the IC i just posted Solomon explains that he isn't always armed to the teeth.

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You're missing the point of my character. He is adaptable. I'm not a combat specialist, Solomon is fufilling the roll of the back door man right now. It's the "Shit we have a problem get the fuck out and I'll cover you" role. In an all out fight Solomon is no good. Hence the poisiners blade and throwing knives that require you to throw from a range of being able to reach out and slap the person. These aren't "lets get into a brawl weapons" these are "hey whats up, oh btw check your stomach I put a knife their" weapons. Solomon is a blunt instument that gets brought out when someone screws up and you need to bash someones head in, inorder to make your escape. He doesn't take on six guards and kill them all he fascilitates whoever screwed up escapes by throwing all of his knives at the guards and running like a little bitch so they will chase him, dumps his gear, fades into the crowd and three days later comes back to poisin any one who remembers what he looked like.

If you've ever played the game Thief think of Solomon as Garett's blackjack. You have it, you can use it if you have to and ya sure it works really great if you get the drop on someone but it's terrible in a fight of more than a few seconds and typically you don't lead with it you just use it if you screw up a more finessed approach. whilst our other two combat people function like Garett's bow. It's intended purpose is to kill people and it does that very well without a hell of a lot of risk to the user.

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Solomon grinned at her "Your first mistake is to assume the guards will see me. He gestured at his cloak. "The throwing knives sit flush against my body and if you note." He produced one with his left hand and then his right hand. Both equally smooth mirror draws. "The knives in question are smaller than normal throwing knives and have the weight on the hilt. These are what are known as thorn throw knives. They are meant to be throw from a foot and a half to ten feet away, additionally." As if to make his point Solomon resheathed the knives simultaneously. "I'm ambidextrous which means I can throw the six knives in half the time it would take a normal cutthroat to do so. Moving on." Solomon downed more of the hot liquid he had prepared earlier. "The poisoners blade." Solomon unsheathed the blade sitting flush to this lower right back holding it up for Cora to inspect. "It is incredibly thin and you will note the handle has a T grip with means the blade protrudes from between the middle and index or middle and ring fingers, depending on preference. You may also note the channel that runs the length of the blade. The fluid coating this particular blade is asp venom. Highly toxic and fast acting, good for silencing someone who is about to open their mouth without a lot of attention." With replaced the blade against his lower back. "The garrote is a highly concealable weapon" to make his point Solomon palmed the garrote from its place in a pouch on his belt and passed his left hand across his right in front of Cora's face. It would have been simple to loop the razor thin wire over her lovely neck but he refrained. This one was different and If she was Hawk's second then Solomon could respect that. Instead he simply slid the length of wire out and turned it to catch the light. "This particular garrote you will notice is approaching the thickness of spider silk. It's amazing what alchemy can do these days!" The garrote disappeared just as deftly as it had appeared.

Standing he freed the Hanger Sword and Kris from his belt and set them on the table. "This particular Hanger sword is actually about two inches shorter than a normal version of its kind should be. This technically makes it a long knife, however it also makes it readily concealable." To illustrate he strapped on the sword and pulled on his cloak. Since the cloak wrapped over his body and broached on the left shoulder instead of in the middle it concealed the sword on his right hip completely as well as the harness containing the knives since the fabric of the cloak fell down in front of his chest without the normal break of a cloak broached at the throat. "As for the Kris dagger." He turned to show Cora his left side where the kris hung. Then he left his arm hang at his side and the cloak fell in front of it.

"I believe you mistake me, Love. I am not an assassin. I’m not a thug, I'm not some back alley cutthroat. I'm not a soldier. I'm a cleaner. This set of equipment is precautionary, I tailor my gear to the job, Infact some jobs I can do completely devoid of weapons. If I get a corpse disposal contract" He quaffed another mouthful of the contents of his mug "I can do that kind of job with a few burlap sacks, some peasants clothes and a pile of rocks! you need some documents burned? A dagger, a poisoner's blade and some thieves tools are all I need." He gestured at his current arsenal "This is my response to Hawk telling me he had a job that he wanted me on that involved multiple people. Lots of moving parts, lots of room for error. I could be disposing of corpses in high risk areas, silencing people who know too much, entering into fights with guards if someone makes a wrong move. See Love, You may not appreciate me now but even Hawk employs me. Things go south, even for the mastermind himself. I pick up the pieces, I sweep the mess under the rug and all of you go on your merry way whilst I do my job. I clean up the mess. I know you would like to think I'm superfluous and maybe I am! great that means I get paid a retainer and no one is the wiser but when you have the worst day of your life and you end up screwed and backed into a corner. That's when I go to work." Solomon smiled genuinely at her "You may not appreciate me now but Hawk knows the value of a gorecrow" Solomon poured himself more of the mint smelling alcohol. And offered Cora the bottle.

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Go read The Night Angel's and when you get to shadow's edge and the final battle in that book you'll understand. lol but yes that's appropriate. I'm like a....middle age version of neo from the first matrix movie. *Walks into castle* "sir are you carrying any weapons?" *throws back cloak* "Holy shh." *doorman takes three knives to the throat*