The Dark Escort

Another job where Blackthorne has to assume the role of Jason Black, the skin of a playboy merchant with a lot more money that he needed to have.  Well, hopefully he only has to assume this role for a short period of time.  He needs to keep this facade for a moment and change outfits.  A bag was left in the carriage that him and the nobleman's daughter, aged 19, rode towards the banquet in.  As Jason Black, Blackthorne turned and looked at the daughter of the nobleman, seeing her in a brooding mood.  She was quite the attractive red-head, wearing a powder blue dress that showed off plenty of legs and cleavage.  A dress, no doubt, that her parents didn't want her to wear.  

Blackthorne placed a hand upon her knee and using a sweet facade, smiled to the girl and nodded.  "It's alright.  Everything will be fine!  I'm certain you'll have a fun time at the banquet," he said, playing to the good-guy role for this job.  His hand was pushed away by the snooty brat, causing her to turn away in annoyance.  This caused Blackthorne to raise a brow as the girl seemed to play hard-to-get.

"What's wrong?" he asked, placing his hand upon her leg once again only to get denied again.

"My father's such an asshole.  Ever since mom died, he treated me like her replacement.  Wanting me to go to these stupid banquets and acting proper and prim just like mom. I don't want to do that crap anymore," she said as she looked out the carriage, seeing where the banquet is to take place.

"What if I told you that we could take everything that your father wanted, and turned it onto it's head.  Stir things up a little?" Blackthorne (or rather Jason Black) stated.  This caught the attention of the noble, causing an eyebrow to stick up.  "And?  That being?"  A smirk came across Blackthorne's lips for a moment as the carriage came to a halt.  

"Well, princess, it looks like we're here.  Might as well make your big introduction.  You are the star of this show," he said before the girl scoffed and pushed her way out of the carriage before the chauffer was able to open the door.  He looked on as the girl marched her way to the banquet.  A bit unnerved, the chauffer walked over to Blackthorne's side and opened the door for him.  

Patting the chauffer on the shoulder, Blackthorne walked passed him with a big grin on his face.  He ran his way towards the girl and put her arm around his.  "Appearances are everything," he said with a smile upon his face.  "About that thing you mentioned in the carriage?" she asked.  "Don't worry, there is a time for that later on.  Gotta make a big splash, right?"

The two then enter the banquet hall only for the person at the door to introduce them.  The name Jason Black is probably more well-known than the woman he was with due to being a notorious socialite, known for attending these sort of things.  The night went on as the noble's daughter appeared to be more of an accessory to Jason Black than the other way around.  People wanted to know more about Jason Black.  It was time for the dance portion of the night.

The band struck up a song and Blackthorne instantly started to dance, with the girl trying to keep up.  "Now, remember I mentioned that it's time to shake things up?  Well, are you interested?"

The girl raised her brow and nodded her head.  He leaned in to whisper into her ear.  The only audible thing outside of his proposition was 'Cult of Sin'.  He continued to make false promises of what the cult could offer, but the only thing he did say that was true was 'freedom from your father'.  The song had finished and the two's dance slowed to a halt.  With that, the girl grabbed Blackthorne by the face and kissed him.  

The Cult of Sin mark burnt into her chest, causing Blackthorne to clear his throat before her mind started to erode away.  Using her angst and anger against her father, she started to become increasingly violent.  She threw things at people and at walls and doing lewd things to the food at the table.  People who watched her flip out started to mention their sympathy for Jason Black.  While maintaining this facade, Blackthorne made a face of pure horror when he saw the noble's daughter lose her mind and tear things up.  In a matter of exit, he ran out of the banquet and moved his way back towards the carriage.  

It seemed he didn't need his outfit anyway.  He returned to the carriage as the daughter continued to defile her father's name and her own reputation.  While she was doing this, Blackthorne returned to the carriage and grabbed his bag and started to walk off.  He reached into his pocket, flipped open his iLac and made a call on it.  

"Yup, that noble family is done for.  She's making a splendid mess of things.  Ah, yes.  She was given the mark of sin.  Yes, everyone will know that she joined the Cult.  No, Jason isn't implicated in this; he's still safe and sound.  Right.  Affirmative.  I'll be returning to base," he said before turning the iLac off and shoved it back into his pocket.  

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