Cetus looked at the file in his hand. It had come attached to a note. An official job from Hidden Blades to recover a stolen object. A Midian Crystal Fabergé Egg had been stolen from the client. It was strange. Out of all the things in the home that might have been stolen, they went after the egg. A few other minor items had been taken as well. It was the destruction that took place that really worried Cetus. This might be a solid lead on one of his missing friends. However, due to Hidden Blade rules, he might end up going head to head with whichever one it might be. Cetus felt the recent stir of emotions die instantly. He'd have to be entirely cold for this. No emotions whatsoever.
The first thing he needed to do was investigate the crime scene. See what he could find to point him in the right direction. The information in the file wasn't enough for Cetus. There were things that he could look for specifically. Assuming the crime scene hadn't been cleared already. The assassin frowned, looking back over the pictures. He'd have to assume anything he might find would be destroyed by the cleansing of the crime scene. The assassin slide the photos back into the file. There had to be another way to track this perpetrator down. How had the thief have gotten in and out without being seen? How would Cetus do the same?
There was a way to find out. Break in himself. It might not go along with the Hidden Blades manual per say however, it was the best way to catch the thief. That was what the guild wanted him to do. Cetus set the file on fire. No traces of the guild whatsoever. Everything went. Witnesses, notes, evidence of any kind about Hidden Blades or the jobs done for the guild. It was something Cetus could get behind. His photographic memory wouldn't forget any details if he needed them.
Cetus waited until the file was ash before dropping of the roof. His legs absorbed the shock of the fall. "The best way to get in is... through that back door. Probably unlocked most of the time." He circled the house slowly, being sure to stay out of sight. His eyes flashed to the ground every so often. If the thief took this path, there would be some signs. There hadn't been any rain and the client didn't have any pets. Neither did their neighbors. Anything out here pointing toward the thief should still be mostly intact.
Strangely, Cetus didn't find anything. There was a high fence keeping entry from the back from being easy. That was unless it was who Cetus thought it might be. That would provide a few answers. Going off that hunch, the assassin began checking the grounds throughout the yard. Sure enough, near the middle of the yard was two large footprints. Cetus sighed, rubbing his head. Or trying to anyway. The new armor had a mask that entirely covered his face. Figured that right as he got used to the old uniform he'd be promoted and get a new one. Cetus had altered his uniform however. The cloth was now a dark blue color and the metal bits were blacked to prevent the reflection of rays. He didn't want to be caught due to his uniform.
Back to the issue at hand. The thief was likely Deam or a creature like his friend. Wings and a healthy psychotic mind. A taste for blood or destruction or both if a situation called for it. Hellfire at their fingertips should they ever bother to use magic. Cetus sighed again heading for the fence. The muscles in his leg bunched before the assassin launched himself over the high fence. Perhaps he should have taken those capabilities into account. Others like him would have easily cleared the fence in one way or another.
Tracking down Deam shouldn't be that hard. Just follow the trail of women, destruction and booze. Extracting the truth of this thievery from him was another matter entirely. Cetus had to make a choice. His uniform could be a detriment here. Losing it to gather information as Caimileir wouldn't be a bad thing would it? On the other hand, he'd been told to take care of this Hidden Blades style. It was frustrating. How to complete the mission without going about it the wrong way? Especially when there was no way he could take Deam on in a fight. Deam was a vicious bastard, never pulling any punches. He'd always been much stronger than Cetus. There'd be no taking his friend - no, brother - out of the equation. Assuming that Deam was the one behind this at all.
It was too bad that Eolas wasn't around. That mangy cat had always possessed a silver tongue. He'd talked both Cetus and Deam down from their berserker rages. He'd convinced Nathair to let a sleeping child lie. Eolas had been the glue keeping the whole group together. Cetus shook his head. No time for daydreaming. He needed to track down the thief. Deam made a logical place to start given the entry of the thief. Time to find one of his long lost friends. Possibly put an end to him though it was more likely he wouldn't manage that part. So long as he got the Egg back, it didn't matter. There were situation where you had to run away.
The assassin made his way down into the main part of the village. His trip across rooftops, sneaking through the shadows allowed him to glean a little info. Deam likely wasn't still here. There wasn't any gossip about random destruction or orgies in the street. Cetus smiled behind his mask. Deam had learned from the past. Or become cautious enough not to repeat those mistakes. The assassin brother had constantly stayed and partied in the towns where he'd done a job. That wouldn't have been bad if Deam hadn't insisted on always showing his face. It usually brought the law down on his head along with whoever else might have been working with him.
Still old habits died hard. Deam was probably close by. If not, Cetus would need to abandon this line of thought. It wasn't healthy to obsess on it while on a job. Especially if that meant the real thief was getting away. Deam either was nearby or he wasn't the thief. If he was nearby, Cetus would investigate. He needed proof of Deam's thievery before either stealing the egg back or facing his brother assassin down. Neither was going to be easy if Deam really was the thief. Unless the demon had given it to one of his women. Cetus shuddered remembering the last time he'd had to retrieve an object from Deam's women. Even in his emotionless state, there was a great amount of disgust in that memory. Who did that with a key?
WC: 1200
The first thing he needed to do was investigate the crime scene. See what he could find to point him in the right direction. The information in the file wasn't enough for Cetus. There were things that he could look for specifically. Assuming the crime scene hadn't been cleared already. The assassin frowned, looking back over the pictures. He'd have to assume anything he might find would be destroyed by the cleansing of the crime scene. The assassin slide the photos back into the file. There had to be another way to track this perpetrator down. How had the thief have gotten in and out without being seen? How would Cetus do the same?
There was a way to find out. Break in himself. It might not go along with the Hidden Blades manual per say however, it was the best way to catch the thief. That was what the guild wanted him to do. Cetus set the file on fire. No traces of the guild whatsoever. Everything went. Witnesses, notes, evidence of any kind about Hidden Blades or the jobs done for the guild. It was something Cetus could get behind. His photographic memory wouldn't forget any details if he needed them.
Cetus waited until the file was ash before dropping of the roof. His legs absorbed the shock of the fall. "The best way to get in is... through that back door. Probably unlocked most of the time." He circled the house slowly, being sure to stay out of sight. His eyes flashed to the ground every so often. If the thief took this path, there would be some signs. There hadn't been any rain and the client didn't have any pets. Neither did their neighbors. Anything out here pointing toward the thief should still be mostly intact.
Strangely, Cetus didn't find anything. There was a high fence keeping entry from the back from being easy. That was unless it was who Cetus thought it might be. That would provide a few answers. Going off that hunch, the assassin began checking the grounds throughout the yard. Sure enough, near the middle of the yard was two large footprints. Cetus sighed, rubbing his head. Or trying to anyway. The new armor had a mask that entirely covered his face. Figured that right as he got used to the old uniform he'd be promoted and get a new one. Cetus had altered his uniform however. The cloth was now a dark blue color and the metal bits were blacked to prevent the reflection of rays. He didn't want to be caught due to his uniform.
Back to the issue at hand. The thief was likely Deam or a creature like his friend. Wings and a healthy psychotic mind. A taste for blood or destruction or both if a situation called for it. Hellfire at their fingertips should they ever bother to use magic. Cetus sighed again heading for the fence. The muscles in his leg bunched before the assassin launched himself over the high fence. Perhaps he should have taken those capabilities into account. Others like him would have easily cleared the fence in one way or another.
Tracking down Deam shouldn't be that hard. Just follow the trail of women, destruction and booze. Extracting the truth of this thievery from him was another matter entirely. Cetus had to make a choice. His uniform could be a detriment here. Losing it to gather information as Caimileir wouldn't be a bad thing would it? On the other hand, he'd been told to take care of this Hidden Blades style. It was frustrating. How to complete the mission without going about it the wrong way? Especially when there was no way he could take Deam on in a fight. Deam was a vicious bastard, never pulling any punches. He'd always been much stronger than Cetus. There'd be no taking his friend - no, brother - out of the equation. Assuming that Deam was the one behind this at all.
It was too bad that Eolas wasn't around. That mangy cat had always possessed a silver tongue. He'd talked both Cetus and Deam down from their berserker rages. He'd convinced Nathair to let a sleeping child lie. Eolas had been the glue keeping the whole group together. Cetus shook his head. No time for daydreaming. He needed to track down the thief. Deam made a logical place to start given the entry of the thief. Time to find one of his long lost friends. Possibly put an end to him though it was more likely he wouldn't manage that part. So long as he got the Egg back, it didn't matter. There were situation where you had to run away.
The assassin made his way down into the main part of the village. His trip across rooftops, sneaking through the shadows allowed him to glean a little info. Deam likely wasn't still here. There wasn't any gossip about random destruction or orgies in the street. Cetus smiled behind his mask. Deam had learned from the past. Or become cautious enough not to repeat those mistakes. The assassin brother had constantly stayed and partied in the towns where he'd done a job. That wouldn't have been bad if Deam hadn't insisted on always showing his face. It usually brought the law down on his head along with whoever else might have been working with him.
Still old habits died hard. Deam was probably close by. If not, Cetus would need to abandon this line of thought. It wasn't healthy to obsess on it while on a job. Especially if that meant the real thief was getting away. Deam either was nearby or he wasn't the thief. If he was nearby, Cetus would investigate. He needed proof of Deam's thievery before either stealing the egg back or facing his brother assassin down. Neither was going to be easy if Deam really was the thief. Unless the demon had given it to one of his women. Cetus shuddered remembering the last time he'd had to retrieve an object from Deam's women. Even in his emotionless state, there was a great amount of disgust in that memory. Who did that with a key?
WC: 1200