Not Who She Seems (Open)

Laurette walked through the forest. Her walk seemed dull, and empty of any emotions. As she walked throughout it she seemed to suck all the beauty of the forest, or anything that made it feel alive, and crushed it.

     She had heard rumors about this being the area the guild known as Savage Skull was located in, but after walking for a few hours these rumors seemed to prove untrue. She had wanted to join it, because she had heard that there were people in the guild that were like herself in some ways. She enjoyed killing, and not just as in the sweet victory she felt when her victims blood spilt onto the ground, but everything about it, and she was told there were others like her in this way in the guild.

     She walked on about an hour more, until she lost hope. "I suppose I'm not going to find it after all." She spoke to herself. Her words seemed empty, and cold. She started to turn around when she noticed an old castle looking building in the corner of her eye. Her hope raised a little as she started to walk towards it.

    From what she had heard the guild lived in a old castle, which seemed to fit the building she saw standing before her very well. Some said it was stained from top to bottom in blood, which she didn't see, but every now, and the she'd spot a stain on it's walls that appeared to be old dried blood. She decided to herself this must be the guild she was in search of. This had to be Savage Skull.

   She almost had walked in the castle when a though crossed her mind, "Hmm, I wonder if they'd rather me be friendly?" She asked herself quietly, and mid sentence her voice seemed to transtion from a dull tone, to one that seemed full of life, and perky. Her emotions themselves seemed to transition in that sentence from nothing to full of life.

   "I'm not completely sure how they take to stangers, so maybe I should fake it, and be friendly for the moment in hopes of joining their guild." She said to herself as her voice seemed so child like and happy, instead of the original monotone, and dull voice.

   A sweet smile spread across her originally dark, solemn face. She appeared to a sweet, regular child now. She nearly skipped in at which she then noticed the guild seemed rather empty. Her smile faded a tad, but was still there in a sense. She cleared her throat and yelled out as loud as she could, "Hello!? Is anyone here?" She said sounding a bit curious now. She walked around the large room as she peeked around corners, and such in search of one of the guilds members.

As she searched for any guild members, she saw a man leaning against one of the many pillar is the room. He looked rather interesting. He had dark hair, a trenchcoat, and blue eyes. She noticed he appeared a bit unnerved, and smiled towards him. Upon further inspection one might have been able to tell the smile was empty looking when compared to her dull grey eyes.    
   She walked towards him with a friendly-ish wave. "Hello! My name is Laurette, this wouldn't happen to be Savage Skull, would it?" She said, now even her formerly dull, lifeless eyes seemed to be joyfull, and full of emotion. She looked about the dark room. It seemed cold, and empty, Laurette already felt at home here.
  As she waited for a response she walked about the guild hall, inspecting every dark corner, every spider web, every detail. To some this place may seem unwelcoming, but Laurette liked this. Eventually she looked back at the man with the trench coat, and spoke once more. "Also, what might your name be?" She said trying to sound interested, but to be honest she really didn't care about his name. If she found out he was a high ranking member, she might act better, but if he wasn't or she didn't know she wouldn't really care.

And from that silence, the very moment that she entered through the gates, the courtyard was cleared and emptied, the new comer enters the castle, unknowing that she has been watched by five, six and more. This day in particular Savage Skull has been formulating new ways to greet their visitors and guests and this is a drill only Dubhlainn himself can orchestrate. Having men exposed out in the open, on top of the wall drove a few curious figures away from its dominion, this time measures were taken to a whole different turn and laurette would be the guinea pig to this drill. Savage Skull would have appeared to look abandoned.

The hollow light from the Guildhall caught Laurette’s attention as she proceeded inside in hopes that someone may answer her inquiry. As soon as Laurette entered the guild hall, a few guards popped out to close the doors behind the girl, unseen from the outside.

There was no turning back for her now, regardless of the reason and at this time she cannot escape until she’s been properly interrogated.

“This is Savage Skull” echoed his deep voice as he exited the stairway and entered the guildhall in order to attend to the new comer. She was just a girl or rather appeared to be a frail girl but looks can be deceiving, Ivy Kissos from Basilik Fang is one example, a package of hell in the guise of an innocent look on their face.

Two guards walked out from another door and walked pass Laurette, blocking the exit. Dubhlainn appeared, wearing his right glove and stretching it slightly. A crossbow man was positioned behind Dubhlainn, aiming right at the girl herself. “This man here as I am not mistaken bears the name Javel, and as for my name, Dubhlainn. For what purpose has this little girl come into a guild?”

Well he’d give her points for coming to the guild alone, did she have a death wish when she came? Thorn did need some new fertilizer for her garden, he wagers that she already was alerted of this but of course he explained to her beforehand that Dubhlainn will be simulating a new way to greet visitors, may they be potential recruits, other Azeron mages or curious wanderers ready to offer their lives.

Dubhlainn appeared to be a man in a formal black suit and one can see he is holding a gun on his pocket.

Laurette looked towards the stairway, as she heard a voice echo through out the empty halls. She smiled warmly towards them, and was about to take a step forward, when she noticed a man behind Dubhlainn aiming at her with a crossbow. After the observation, she simply stepped back a bit, and curtseyed towards him.
  "Incase you didn't hear me before I'm Laurette, and I was in hopes of joining this guild." She stated very simply. She glanced behind herself for a moment, and noticed two people guarding the now closed door. She remained in her friendly state. She heard this guild was strong, and she didn't want to be killed instead of joining it.
  She glanced back toward Javel and curtseyed toward him too. She looked around the room at all the guild members now present, and how most of them appeared to match their guild hall. "This guild looks better than I thought." She said quietly to herself.