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    Leather and steel~ [Cassius]

    Artemis Dagger
    Artemis Dagger

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    Post by Artemis Dagger 1st March 2019, 2:18 pm


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    The armour was hot.

    Hotter than it usually felt, although that was most likely due to how flustered he felt. It was one time, it should have been enough. One kill, yes he had relied on Morte to do it, but surely that was enough to satisfy his father. To show him he was capable on the outside of doing the job he'd given him. So why? Why was he being made to do it again? On an even grander scale this time. It wasn't just one victim this time; it was several. I can't do this... he thought, leaning against the wall of the mountainside, fists clenched tightly. He was trembling; he had to figure out some way to get out of this. Maybe he could beat them to a pulp and get them arrested by the police. But then that would involve a trace, plus Blanche had explicitly told him that this group were to be eliminated. But why? Why was it so important that they die? Were they sending some kind of message? But to who? His father's ambitions were so elusively to him, and Blanche never revealed anything more than she was permitted to. The woman was flawless in her execution.

    He was closing in on them. He knew it wouldn't be far until he ran into the members of the 'Copycat guild'. He has been scouring the mountains and got a general layout of the terrain. There was just one region he hadn't checked out yet, which most likely meant that was where they were based. He took a breath; maybe he could come up with a plan the closer he got, manipulate them into taking each other out. He began to move once more, heading in the directions of the remaining area. He moved swiftly but as quietly as he could. Fortunately, his senses would tell him if he was getting close. So there was no chance of them jumping out at him.

    It was because of this that it wasn't long before the scent of human hit him, in such a desolated area it was easy to pick out. He moved in towards the group, moving even more stealthily than before. The group were talking amongst themselves, Artemis stalked towards the tents.

    Shall I do this?

    Artemis tensed, he knew what the demon was offering. To kill them all and put Artemis to sleep so that he didn't have to watch. But he couldn't, that boy... his memories. Artemis had been haunted the past few weeks by them, that life he had quenched. A result of swallowing a soul, is you absorbed all of them. Including their life and their experiences. Morte relished in it, but Art. Artemis couldn't stand it. No, I'll handle this. He responded Morte laughed.

    If you wish...

    Artemis gritted his teeth, the demons amusement pissing him off a little. He opened his palm, his guild armour began to flex, making room for his thorns of purgatory. They crept forward towards the men getting in close before suddenly darted forward and wrapping themselves around two of the guys.

    "What the fu-"

    "We're under attack!" Artemis stepped out, launching orbs of darkness towards the men. Some of them hit, some were dodged. One of the men launched a club at him, Artemis ducked before releasing more orbs, they flew towards the group, smashing into them one by one.

    You're holding back boy...

    Shut up.


    You need to kill them remember...

    He did need to, but yet he was pulling his punches. He knew it; the orbs were at half power; he wasn't trying. Just let me do it...I shall make it quick... Morte whispered seductively, Artemis could feel his desire to kill welling inside him, the demon was writhing inside him, creeping towards the surface, wanting to take control. Should he do this? Would it be okay? If maybe just once more... he let him take-over. A man ran at him, throwing a punch, Artemis side-stepped him, swiping his leg under him. Knocking him to the ground, Artemis looked at him; this was the perfect chance to kill the guy. But could he do it? Artemis clenched stretched his palm out; the armour began to strip away from his hand magically. Revealing long black talons, he pulled his hand back. One quick slash across the throat, that was all it would take, he just had to do it. He went to strike, stopping mid-air, looking up in surprise. A new scent hitting him, moving towards the camp. It didn't smell human; in fact, it's scent was strange. All he could smell was leather and steel...



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    First Skill: Requip - Deus ex Machina
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    Third Skill: Sanguine Avenger

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    Post by Aspen Azarov 1st April 2019, 3:22 pm



    A day like any other. At least that was what the wraith had been thinking originally as he crossed through the Phoenix Mountains, his mind on the contract he had accepted. It was a bit ... eccentric, even for Cassius, who was used to this line of work, no, specialized on it even. The group that had contacted him seemed like it hadn't requested him by name, and the spirit, in honesty, had no care for who was behind the offer or what their motives were, but ... the reward was handsome for a little bit of "cleaning". In fact, it would be enough to afford a little expansion to the wraith's collection, a prospect that caused a feeling akin to euphoria in the undead being, although it was, as was natural for the spirit, not expressed in any form. The being kept to himself, the only indicator for his presence the heavy steps of the possessed armor through the wet dirt of the Phoenix Mountains, this piece, too, a part of his collection. The armor was old and in perhaps not the best condition, though for the uniquely inclined exspiravit carried what others would refer to as ... sentimental value.

    The reason he had come to this place to begin with, though, was to find a group of criminals that had made themselves known as "The Copycat Gang", a band of amateurish lawbreakers of the usual kind that had made a bit of a name for itself, which, obviously, had somewhat upset the client. The Band of lawbreakers, from the descriptions, that the wraith had received, did not seem like they were particularly skilled at what they were doing, nor were these people especially great at hiding their tracks, the possessed armor, slowly but surely, following every clue he could find within these secluded mountains. It wasn't difficult to follow the trail of different campsites that had been established over the past few days, the remnants of burned out campfires and the like always close to the road, where this gang apparently had robbed a decent number of merchants. Not that Cassius would care, though if this group robbed merchant carts, then naturally they would have a cart of their own to transport the stolen goods. All the wraith had to do was follow the trail ...

    And sure enough, the exspiravit stoically walked along the trail of cart tracks on the dirt road through these mostly silent woods until it took a sharp bend straight into the thick brush itself. Their camp would not be far.

    As the wraith approached, the only sound he made the slight crunching of the dirt beneath the metallic boots of the armor and the ever-present, quiet grinding of metal on metal, the avid talk amongst the group clearly audible, even from a bit of a distance away. It did not seem like the band of criminals was particularly intent on keeping their presence here a secret. Better for him. He would cut down one after the other and be done with it.

    Cassius made no attempt at hiding his presence, though, before he could step out of the shrubbery that surrounded the campsite or attack any of the present criminals, the situation in the camp shifted suddenly, Cassius stopping where he stood. "Oh?", the expression of surprise was floating through the wraith's mind, the events he was now taking in wholly unexpected. It seemed that the group, in utter confusion, was engaged by another mage, the figure in a dark armor overwhelming his targets with ease, but ... the man would stop. Why? Why was he not taking his target's life? Was he hesitating or ...? The man looked up, his masked face pointed straight at him. So that was it, he had noticed the wraith. Cassius picked up pace once more, now heading straight for the group with calm steps. He wouldn't miss out on this opportunity, the group distracted as they centered their entire attention on this other man.

    His first target was a girl at the very edge of the campsite, her short red hair flung from side to side as she looked from a man to the armored figure, all the while shrieking loudly. "Kill him Randy! Kill him alrea-", the command she was shouting abruptly stopped when the blade emerged from her chest. In the confusion, she hadn't noticed Cassius coming up behind her, the ghost, with a faint glow, materializing one of the more ... combat-oriented pieces of his collection in his right hand effortlessly before, with calculating calm, plunging the weapon into her back. Spurts of blood shot from the gaping wound as the ghost pulled back the sword, the first of his targets immediately collapsing onto the ground face first. She wouldn't get back up.

    "One"

    The hoarse voice almost seemed to echo inside the hollow armor, his attention shifting from the girl to the rest of the group, including the mysterious man, the Copycat gang now noticing him as well. "There's another one!" Immediately, the hulk of a man rushed forward at Cassius, dragging his axe behind him before drawing the blunt weapon back widely and unleashing a swing that was entirely without precision, the wraith raising his sword to block the attack. The axe bounced off the blade, sparks flying as steel clashed with steel. What Cassius did not expect was the dull impact of the kick where the stomach would be for a mortal, the armor he possessed pushed back forcefully. Immediately, the gang member took his chance, unleashing another swing at the staggered wraith, the blade of his blunt weapon cleaving into the leather padding of his left shoulder, deeper and deeper before finally, separating the arm from the rest of the body. The criminal dashed back, a triumphant grin on his face as he waited for the attacker to collapse to the screams of agonizing pain and a shower of blood ... but, there was no blood, the empty helmet of the armor turning towards the severed piece. "My ... precious ... armor ...", the sound would ring out once more with devastated tone that was closer to a growl than a voice.

    Immediately, the helmet would turn back to the confused criminal who stared at the wraith with dull, almost inane expression, a single orb of glowing red flaring up within. Cassius' rage was overwhelming, granting the ghost a physical form that exploded with hatred. From the opening in the armor emerged a substance akin to black smoke, coalescing into a tangible form, molding itself into an arm that, as soon as it had materialized, was covered in silvery scales. Cassius, with determined steps, slowly walked forward. "You ... will ... pay", it echoed from him once more, the expression of horror on the criminal's face offering only little in terms of compensation for the exspiravit. "W-w-wait! Please, I-" was all the other could bring forth, stumbling over his own words before the altered, clawed hand of Cassius wrapped around his head. "Hmpppph! Hmmm-", the muffled words were all the other could do, trying to claw himself free from the Collector's grasp who, slowly and with gleeful joy, closed his hand, the audible cracking of bone and the ripping of flesh the last sound emitted by the gang member as his head was slowly crushed within the wraith's grasp. A moment later, Cassius let go of his victim's body, the man's lifeless, bloodstained form slumping to the ground like a sack of potatoes. It was no adequate pay for the irreplaceable armor, but there wasn't much more that could be done. He would take care of that later. For now, he had other things to take care of, turning towards the rest of the gang, a single word escaping his undead form.

    "Two"





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    Artemis Dagger
    Artemis Dagger

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    Post by Artemis Dagger 8th April 2019, 3:10 pm


    Underneath his armour, his red eyes would scan the area to locate the scent. It was hard to pinpoint with all the chaos going on around him. Artemis stood up slightly, raising her foot. He brought it down on the man's chest, pinning him in place. All the while looking around for the source of the new smell, he had a strange feeling, perhaps a hunch. The smell was growing stronger, as though moving towards them. Finally, his eyes locked on him, a being in armour emerging from the distance and moving quietly behind a girl who was viciously screaming at her guildmates to kill Artemis.

    Her screaming didn't last long.

    It was like something out of a horror film, an individual completely taken completely unaware as a bloodied end of a weapon carved through them and emerge from the front. "Oh fuck..." Artemis mumbled. Artemis heard the hoarse, almost hollow voice of the being as he spoke, or rather counted. So had he too been sent to handle this job? Or was he just here on a killing spree? Artemis instantly felt his guard go up, he had only intended on fighting this guild, but if this man attacked him. Things could get complicated. It seemed it was the redheaded woman's violent death that finally drew the attention of the remaining men. Who moved to attack the armoured person, Artemis who had been too distracted by this person arrived. Suddenly felt an agonizing pain in his leg. He roared in pain and looked down, seeing the man who had thrust a small switchblade into his calf. Of course, he couldn't forget he was still in the middle of this fight. He knelt down; foot still pressed down hard on the man's chest. He reached for the hand holding the knife. Artemis grabbed his wrist and bent it back hard. Relentless folding the wrists until the bone in the man's wrists cracked under the strain that Artemis was applying. He would scream in pain, writhing against his foot in an attempt to get away. With his free hand, Artemis reached around and yanked out the switchblade. He grunted in pain; this wasn't good. His leg was messed up; it would be harder to fight now.

    Take my legs boy.

    Morte ordered Artemis bit the inside of his cheek. He didn't like the idea of him having to shift so much of his body over to Morte so early on the fight. But it really didn't look like he had a choice in the matter. Morte's body would be able to manage with the wound much better than Artemis's wound. It was his only option until he had the opportunity to heal. He took a breathe, before allowing the gateway between him a Morte's magical store to open slightly. The demonic energy seeped into him, moving towards his lower half. The Hidden Blades armour would creak slightly as it updated to the magic change going on inside it. The metal would begin moulding and expanding as Artemis grew taller and the muscles in his legs thicker. Underneath the armour, a thick, coarse dark fur would sprout from his legs, and his feet would mutate, becoming a pair of thick hooves from the Demonic Capra he was taking magical qualities from. He would grow taller, now towering over the man from a great height. He raised his hooved foot and cracked it into the man's face with great force, to the man of the floor it would have been like being kicked by a horse, which is why it was no surprise when his eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious.

    You are still holding back boy, that kick should have crushed his skull, yet you are pathetically just doing enough to put him to sleep. It's pitiful. Look at that being, the way he relentlessly kills. You are an embarrassment in comparison.

    Artemis looked up to where the armoured person who was cracking the skull of a man with his grip alone. The man seemed to begin to beg for mercy, only to be silenced by the guy in armour with a fatal clench of his hand. You wouldn't be so fond of him if he decided to do that to this body. Artemis thought in response, only to get a chuckle back.

    On the contrary, I find the prospect exhilarating. I think he would make an interesting opponent.


    WC: 740
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    Aspen Azarov
    Aspen Azarov

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    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Requip - Deus ex Machina
    Second Skill: Take-Over - Draconis
    Third Skill: Sanguine Avenger

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    Post by Aspen Azarov 13th April 2019, 6:54 am



    The man in armor interested the ghost little at current. He hadn't been listed in the contract as a notable target and seemed to be in a hostile relationship to the other grunts that had gathered here, Cassius making the decision to treat him as a neutral for now. Still, the fact that several targets had still yet to be eliminated remained, the glowing red orb within the empty helmet swerving to observe the hostiles. There was one man that faced the armored exspiravit, his expression warped in pain and what seemed like pure hate, Cassius failing to interpret that as such, and the one the masked figure was pinning in place and dealing with. Would it be worth the gamble? The wraith decided to take his chances. Within an instant, the armor that had given the ghost form would glow with magic before shrinking down and vanishing into a form, revealing the disembodied, black smoke-like substance beneath, the single, crimson orb in its middle. The wraith's true form, though he wouldn't remain in it for long. Within a moment, another armor materialized around Cassius, the black and silver metal glistening in the mid-day sun as it moved. It had been a while since the exspiravit had to utilize one of the pieces of his collection in a Take-Over, but it seemed that this job wouldn't be an ordinary one. The hulk of a man that had witnessed the death of the other one seemed to take that as his sign to charge forward.

    "Ye fuckin piece of shit killed my brother!", the main exclaimed loudly, furiously in fact, much to Cassius' dismay. Why did they always have to be so loud? The glowing orb, the manifestation of his soul, his anger, roared, flaring up in intensity. The man drew back his massive warhammer wide, unleashing a heavy swing. Cassius raised his own weapon, sparks flying as the steel clashed with steel, the exspiravit's mot obvious weakness showing in that very instance. Without a body occupying the armor, Cassius was light, so light in fact that the powerful attack had thrown him off balance, stumbling back. The man, enraged by the death of his family member, did not relent there, swinging once more. Luckily for the wraith, armor was still armor, the heavy chunk of metal slamming into Cassius' side, but doing nothing that would amount to more than a small scratch perhaps. The warhammer sparked off the silvery alloy. Now was the ghost's chance, which he promptly took, raising his own weapon, the man not as fortunate as Cass, lacking the protection of armor. With a splatter of blood, the steel cut into his side and perhaps a few inches into the man's stomach, a spurt of blood bursting from the grunt's mouth. His expression, however, remained unchanged, something the exspiravit knew all too well written all over the lawbreaker's face: Pure, burning hatred for his opponent. In a feat that seemed impressive even for the wraith, the man's free, clawed hand grabbed Cass by the shoulder, swinging his head forward to Headbutt the ghost. A loud, metallic "clang" signified that the attack had indeed hit, but once again, had done little to the wraith, the man doing himself a disservice by slamming his head into the metal of Cassius' armor. How was the poor sod supposed to know? Cass couldn't care less either way.

    Drawing back his own free hand he slammed it forward, the fist digging into the other's chest with an audible cracking of ribs and tearing of muscle. Another spurt of blood shot from the bandit's mouth and nose before, finally, the world around him went black, falling to his knees before, ultimately, slamming into the ground face first, dead.

    "Three", it would be the man's death rite, his funeral prayer.

    Turning his head, the man saw that the other figure, too, had dealt with the one he had been fighting, though in a manner unsatisfactory to the wraith. With one swift motion, he lifted his sword, melting away into a swift shadow before reappearing next to the now unconscious foe, unceremoniously smashing the hunk of metal into his chest.

    "Four"

    Cass raised the empty helmet to the other mage, gazing at the mask with his own orb of sanguine essence. "You are not ... my target", the remark would be simple enough to make the wraith's intentions clear and set the parameters for their standing to each other. Still, something bothered the ghosts, a circumstance that would solve itself with almost impeccable timing, a rumble coming from one of the tents by the cart nearby.

    "What is this horrible noise, ya goddamn, good-for-nothing sons of-", the blonde man, perhaps in his early twenties, emerging from the makeshift sleeping place in nothing but underclothing proclaimed, his face immediately paling when his eyes found the massacred bodies of his former comrades. "Oh fuck". It would be his last words. Cassius, with cold and unchanging efficiency and nonchalance, had thrown his sword, the blade piercing the man's chest before sinking into the ground, keeping him pinned in place for but a few seconds as he struggled, before he, too, fell limp, the wraith calmly walking over to collect his weapon, ripping it from the ground and the man's chest. The weapon was smeared with red.

    "Five"





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    Continued as a B rank freeform job

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    Artemis Dagger
    Artemis Dagger

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    Post by Artemis Dagger 19th April 2019, 7:37 am


    Artemis felt helpless, he didn't know what to do, would it be worth even attacking the other member of the group. One by one, the armoured man was taking them out. He even shifted, taking on a new armour, the new armour was glorious and yet retained that ominous aura that he bore. Artemis knew he could get involved but something else come to mind. Morte who he could sense was getting irritable, calmed for a moment.

    Oh... now that's an interesting thought... He whispered in the twenty-two-year-olds mind, with a deep malicious chuckle, Who knew you could be so calculating Artemis? Using this being for such a selfish agenda. Artemis scowled. Morte had sensed the idea before it had even formed. Artemis was ordered to go after this gang, and the order stated they had to be eliminated. However, the means as to how they were killed hadn't been clarified. This being, who was relentlessly taking them out without any remorse or hesitation could be useful. Artemis may not even need to kill anyone today, as long as the targets ended up dead. The job was done either way.

    The only thing Artemis had to worry about was if the being decided to turn on him. He was hard to read, unlike most humans. There was at least something he could detect; their scent was often the biggest giveaway, the man could even determine their gender most of the time. Then there was body language, certain physical cues that the emotional beings that humans gave off. But neither of these were factors he could read on this individual, that smell remained the same. Artemis couldn't even pick up on perspiration as he fought, which a man moving this much would clearly exude. Perhaps he had some ability that masked these things magical, although there was something telling him. A hunch, there was more to this than meets the eye.

    Morte, earlier you referred to him as a 'being' instead of a man or woman? Is he human?

    Artemis could feel Morte's amusement, and the demon seemed to know something about the armoured individual that Artemis hadn't yet worked out. He certainly fought like a human, although he was especially skilled. Artemis watched as he took a headbutt, as though it had been little more than a high-five. Although he was wearing a helmet, even so, a normal human might have been at least a little rattled by the blow.

    No, Artemis, this is no human. What resides in that armour, is much more interesting.

    The demon purred, Artemis narrowed his eye slightly. So his suspicions were correct, but what was it then? Was it a fellow demon? Or something different. Artemis waited to see if Morte would elaborate, but he could feel the toying mannerism of the demon inside him. If Artemis knew the Incubus as much as he thought he did, it would be unlikely that he would reveal any information unless he felt like it was entertaining. He would likely relish in Artemis's confusion for as long as he could.

    Oh you know me so well...

    The demon continued. Artemis sighed, You could at least try to be useful. He thought irritably in response. Artemis saw the thing turn to him, gazing upon the unconscious man that lay at Artemis feet. Suddenly the creature dematerialized, reappearing next to them. As he raised his sword, Artemis leapt back, watching as he brought his sword down on the man Artemis had knocked out. He really was leaving no survivors. The being seemed to turn to Artemis, addressing him as one who was not his target in that hoarse, echoing voice. "Huh, Good to know." Artemis commented awkwardly. Not really sure how else to respond to this...thing.

    Art's gaze was drawn away by the sound of the new voice, as someone climbed out of tent grumbling about the nice. Artemis almost felt pity for the unsuspecting man, knowing full well was going to happen next. And to answer his predictions, as it dawned on the man that his comrades were now dead, a sword flew through the air, burying itself in his chest. Artemis flinched as the sound, looking away. So the job was done, all the targets had been eliminated, and Artemis had barely done a thing. He closed his eyes for a moment, I'm surrounded by so much killing these days... He thought, feeling a little melancholy. His light-hearted carefree life was truly beginning to dissipate. His father had cured him to a life of bloodshed.

    He opened his eyes; he reached to the side of his armour, where a small pouch had been attached to his hip. Reaching in, he pulled out what looked like an iLac. A burner phone provided by the guild. He pressed 'one', and held it to his ear. It rang once before it was answered. A familiar woman's voice was speaking.

    "You've reached the customer helpline of Bellevue LTD. My name is Blanche. How may I assist you today?" Her voice was much more friendly and amicable than usual, but still somewhat robotic in nature.

    "It's done." There was a pause before she spoke again.

    "We thank you for your custom."  There was a click, and the line went dead. Artemis returned the burner into his pocket. He would return it to the guild for destruction later before picking up another. He looked over at the armoured being.

    "I can only assume, we were unknowingly assigned to the same targets. I appreciate the help; I was... struggling a little." He said, in an uncertain tone. He could feel Morte's magic withdrawing. His body would shrink as his leg returned to normal. He hissed in pain as he remembered the wound in his leg. Oh yeah, I was stabbed. He tried to take a step but crumpled slightly as an intense pain shot up his calf. Fuck...what now. He thought for a moment; he had to get back to the base to get treated. He could fly, but that meant handing over more power to Morte. Who was acting a little too...suspicious? Something told Artemis that it would be best to avoid using his magic for now. The demon was in one of the moods if Artemis let him take too much control. He could take over completely, resulting in a mass killing spree.

    He gritted his teeth, looking over at the armoured being. Well, the guy had come here to do a job right? Maybe there was something Artemis could offer. "Hey... think you could give me a hand. I just need to get back to town, and walking on this leg is gonna make it a little tough. I can pay you if need be?"

    Non-human or not, It was worth a shot.


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    Aspen Azarov
    Aspen Azarov

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    Lineage : Samurai Spirit
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    Experience : 200,107

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Requip - Deus ex Machina
    Second Skill: Take-Over - Draconis
    Third Skill: Sanguine Avenger

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    Post by Aspen Azarov 20th April 2019, 6:53 am



    And just like that, Cass had successfully completed another job, meaning he would earn more gold, more currency he could use to acquire more pieces for his collection, making him stronger once again. Although the wraith was overjoyed with anticipating excitement, his cold and monotonous outward appearance would show not a single trace of emotion. The armor around his form began emitting a cloud of black smoke that grew in intensity for but a few moments before vanishing entirely, the armor from before returning for Cassius to possess. Although, there was a slight issue that remained, the studded leather and polished steel of the armor's left arm on the ground close to one of the bandits he had eliminated. Wordlessly, he walked over, picking up the piece that had been cut off from the bloodstained dirt. Unceremoniously, he pressed the piece of the armor back against his shoulder, a black smoke wrapping around the tear within the material, mending the broken piece of equipment back to it's old, perfect condition. Cassius moved the arm a bit, opened and closed the hand of the possessed armor. All back to normal. Good. For a second he had lost his composure, the unnatural rage within him overwhelming the wraith.

    Cassius turned towards the other, the darkness underneath the helmet now once again dull and black, Cassius' essence returning to a natural, balanced equilibrium. Silently, he watched the cloaked other pulled out some sort of device, fumbling around with it before speaking a short, yet meaningful sentence into it. The man turned to the wraith, expressing the possibility that the two had been assigned to the same target. Cassius gave him a simple nod. Whether they had been contracted by the same person or even different people who all held a grudge against the criminals they had eliminated did not matter to the wraith. He had done his job and would receive a reward for it. Such was his purpose, and his purpose he had followed once again. If the other would get his way ... well, what did it matter to him? As far as the disembodied spirit was concerned, his job here was over and done. The job description had said nothing of idle chatter, or another person at all, a strange coincidence really, and the ghost was about to turn around and simply walk away when the man addressed him once more, Cassius intent on listening closely.

    It seemed like the man had been injured in the small scuffle with their targets, expressing the need to employ the wraith's assistance, a circumstance Cassius, normally, would've flat-out denied. It was not his job nor his place to care for the man, and so care he did not, thought the word "pay" caught his attention. "... Pay?", the rusty voice echoed out from inside the armor. "Pay me ... and I help". Cassius approach was clear. He walked over to the man in armor, stretching out a hand for the other to take. He would swing the man's arm around his shoulders to support him and make it easier for the other to walk so he wouldn't have to put weight on his injured leg. Money was money, after all. "Where do you ... have to ... go?", the voice echoed forth again, a question he should've asked sooner, but in the end, it mattered not. Cassius did not require sleep or sustencance, and could walk to the other end of Earthland if need be. The only requirement the wraith would have was that the pay would hopefully match the task he had been given.





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    Post by Artemis Dagger 27th April 2019, 7:00 am



    Artemis eyed the Armoured being through the holes in his helmet, waiting anxiously for his response. While he wouldn't blame the thing if it said no to him. After all, they barely knew each other and for all Artemis knew they wouldn't be swayed by money or wealth. Perhaps they had killed those men for a different form of payment. He really couldn't be certain. He could only hope that he would receive aid, otherwise, he was pretty much fucked. His fate would either result in him risking Morte taking over and going on a killing spree. Or, and this was debatably not the better option, calling Blanche for help. Something he really didn't want to do. He knew for a fact, Blanche still reported back to his father, and if his father found out, he'd gotten himself injured on a mission. Well, things would quickly escalate for Artemis, he would rather carve off his own ears than put up with that level of a lecture. Not after everything his family had already stuck him with. His patience was too thin.

    He heard the armoured thing speak, repeated the word 'pay' in that eerie echoing tone. Confirming that they would help if he indeed paid. Artemis felt relief flood through him, so it turned out offering him payment was the right way to go. At least he could avoid the harsher fates, he had been concerned with. The armoured walked over to him, offering a hand, which Artemis quickly took. Wincing as he was pulled to his feet, although it didn't last long as the fellow used his shoulder to support him and shift the weight off of his injured calf. He would ask where to take him, which caused Artemis to pause for thought. He considered the best route, before addressing the man, thing...or whatever it was.

    "I think Beanstalk Village isn't too far from here, I can probably get some first aid equipment there, which should suffice until I get home." He commented, once he got to Beanstalk village, he'd likely to be to get the means to fixing himself up before catching a lift to Crocus. It was better than nothing, at least if he got back on his own without requiring Blanche's help, his father would have less to judge him for. Which was a list far too long as it was.

    The walk through the mountainous path was going to be a short one. Artemis released this soon, after a short time. As he limped along beside the armoured being, his senses were working hard in an attempt to figure out something about it, anything at all. But he couldn't, the scent of him remained the same. There were no obvious factors, from the look of his armour, he could assume it was male. But even that could be deceiving. He doubted he was going to get any more information from Morte, the demon just wasn't that helpful. Plus Artemis could sense that he enjoyed the fact that Artemis was clueless. Artemis sighed, before addressing the being.

    "I can't help but notice... you're not quite like me are you? I mean, not to be rude but, you're not human are you?" He asked, hoping that they wouldn't be offended by the question. Although he really could tell, there wasn't any obvious behaviour that this being expressed. Just that it accepted money and that it was really good at killing. Not exactly reassuring factors, but well suited the job they had been assigned. A very skilled fight that showed little to no remorse over the death sentence it delivered to the now late 'Copycat gang'. It was the type of fighter Lucarius hoped Artemis would become, no doubt it was why he had been assigned such a job. Because the easiest way to adapt to death, was exposure. At least that's what his father believed. Artemis wasn't so sure.



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    Post by Aspen Azarov 7th May 2019, 10:03 am


    "Beanstalk ... Village?", the wraith spoke out with the same rusty, hoarse voice from before. The man was lucky. Normally, Cassius wasn't exactly the best regarding the names or locations of certain places if it wasn't important to him, they were all the same to the disembodied, corporeal being, dwellings and communities for mortals that felt the need to snuggle up to each other for comfort, but this one was different. The wraith had informed himself about Beanstalk village in anticipation for this mission and had studied a map, knowing the roads to and from the village and through the Phoenix Mountains. He had reviewed the routes the merchants that had been robbed by the gang had taken to get an idea of their location, after all, and so, Cassius gave the other a nod. "Beanstalk ... Village ... it is ... for pay", he would sum up the conditions of their little verbal "contract", hoping for the best. Perhaps this day would become even more profitable than it had already been, a circumstance that served to awake a feeling akin to happiness within the exspiravit, but there was also the possibility the other had no intention of paying him at all, or the man was trying to lure him into a trap. Could he have been sent to specifically target Cassius? Catch him off guard? The wraith thought about the possibility, though it was unlikely. Cassius had made a bit of a name for himself as a reliable mercenary, it seemed, he had gotten more contracts than before, but sending someone just for him someone who would willingly suffer from injuries to himself to play some sort of act? It seemed illogical to the wraith, and so, he dismissed it as nothing more than a thought. Though, in the end, it did not matter. The man couldn't kill him anyway, Cassius couldn't die, and if he tried ... well, the exspiravit would fight back and, even if defeated, had an excellent memory. He would come back sooner or later ...

    For now, however, other than the fact that the man seemed to muster him intently, a fact he couldn't exactly fault the armored male for, he seemed to hold no underlying or deceptive intentions. Not that Cassius was the best at spotting those, but he would be content with the fact that, as long as this man did not convince him otherwise, their agreement was set in stone. Still, it seemed like complete silence wasn't something the other seemed to be comfortable with, this fact slightly annoying the wraith, who was a friend of peace and quiet, though he would of course not make that known. Or any emotion for that matter. The man's question, however, was something the ghost couldn't completely answer. He could offer him some insight and had no problem doing so, it wouldn't change the way they stood to each other, after all, though the whole story was something even the wraith couldn't quite explain to himself. "I am ... not like you ... not human ... Cassius ... was a human ... long ago ... but is now ... a wraith", he answered, his somewhat ethereal voice would echo inside his empty armor. "How Cassius ... has become ... what he is? Cassius ... does not ... know". He elaborated a little further, hoping that this would eliminate a potential follow up question the other would have before it would even come up. This was all the ghost could tell the other, since he himself didn't know much more. Of course, he wouldn't exactly tell the other why he had taken this job, or why he was dealing with these jobs at all, to begin with, unless directly asked. For now, he would just keep his disembodied gaze on the road ahead and try to support the other's weight while they walked as best as he could for that he would be paid for, and that was now his purpose.





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    Post by Artemis Dagger 17th May 2019, 4:26 am



    Artemis couldn't notice the unique way in which the being spoke, the way he responded when Artemis had requested that he be taken to Beanstalk village. It wasn't exactly childish in nature, but it was broken down in an extremely simple and direct manner, which a pause between most of the words. His voice carried no emotion from Artemis could tell. All of this only aided in his suspicion that either this being did not speak the same language as he, or he wasn't well-versed in language at all. Still, Artemis would reiterate his offer to cement his intentions for the sake of the armoured person that was helping him. "Yes, for pay." He confirmed, hoping this would satisfy the agreement.

    When Artemis had finally brought himself to ask the being the question about whether or not he was even human, he would receive an answer that alleviated a little of his concern. The creatures honestly were something Artemis would appreciate. As it turned out this being, Cassius, as they referred themselves to wasn't human. At least not any more. He would state that he was actually a wraith. This surprised Artemis, his eyes widening slightly under his mask. It shouldn't have been strange to the man really, especially to someone who existed in a world of magic and even had a contract with a demon. But even so, he had never come across a wraith before, ghosts were only beings he'd heard about in stories and even then he imagined them to be a little less physically present than the dude supporting him.  From what the wraith continued to say, Artemis could only deduce, how he'd become this way wasn't something that he could explain. Ruling out Artemis need to ask. But this didn't eliminate the reel of questions that floated in the man's mind.

    "I see, Cassius is it?" He couldn't really tell, but it sounded like a male name to him. He didn't want to assume, but how did one really go about asking that question. It was a pretty sensitive one, Maybe later, if they ran out of things to discuss on the walk. Still, he would go on to ask something else, something that had confused him. "So, if you don't mind me asking...do you not have a physical body? I mean, you're wearing a suit of armour, how does that work? I'd always pictured ghosts as a little more... intangible. Wait, you're not a poltergeist are you?" He asked, a hint of caution in his voice. From the stories he'd heard, poltergeists were evil spirits, which the power to control and possess inanimate objects. Although generally, Cassius didn't exactly behave like Artemis would imagine a poltergeist would. But then what did he know, he wasn't even certain ghosts were real until just now.

    It occurred to the red-head that he may have been a little too intrusive for the stranger. Having asked several questions in a single minute, he normally wouldn't have bothered to get to know the stranger. If it hadn't been for the way Morte was acting and the fact that he was just so different, to anyone he'd ever met. He let out an awkward laugh, before offering the wraith an apology. "Sorry if I'm asking a lot of questions, I've just never met anyone like you before. I couldn't help but be a little zealous in my curiosity." If the wraith told him that he didn't want to answer more questions, he was happy to stop pressing the matter. If they had to walk in silence for the rest of the way then, well dull as it might be, that would be fine too.



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    Post by Aspen Azarov 1st June 2019, 9:46 am



    The wraith's armor gave a slight metallic ring with each step, the sound echoing back and forth within the possessed equipment. It was a bit of a nuisance, having to rely on possessing physical items to be able to interact with the world, that was, but Cassius had gotten used to this circumstance. In the end, it had even led him to both his acquired "hobby" and what the abnormal being had made his profession, his unique set of ... prerequisites even serving to aid him in his newfound field of expertise. After all, not possessing a physical form had its major advantages when wanting to remain unseen and unheard, or for making a quick entry and exit. The man in armor seemed similarly interested by this circumstance, the fact that the wraith was, in fact, without physical form not escaping the man who seemed to keep his attention on the one supporting him at the moment. Hearing his question, Cassius thought for a moment, though his voice remaining monotonous and emotionless when he answered, his gaze centered on the road ahead of them still. "I ... do not have ... a physical ... form ... not anymore ...", the rusty voice echoed inside of the empty armor once more, "... Cassius ... possesses things ... makes them his own ...". He felt the need to expand on what he had said when the other asked him if he was a Poltergeist. Cassius, of course, had no knowledge of what that term was supposed to mean, nor did he associate anything with that term, so he chose to ignore it. Inquiring deeper into the meaning would take valuable moments of silence from him and only serve to distract from his current goal: To get the man to his destination ... for pay, of course.

    "It is ... like touch ... to me ... I grasp ... manipulate ... and it moves", the exspiravit elaborated a little, stretching out his arm before opening and closing his hand to demonstrate. To the man, it probably appeared like normal, even human movement, though perhaps it was vastly different in cause, though similar in effect. What Cassius had a hard time getting across was that while he possessed things, his intangible form would merge with the physical form of the object, essentially giving a soul to whatever the ghost chose as its vessel. Of course, Cassius could use his energy to move these objects at his will, an added benefit to the possession of these items. It was a neat ability to have, to put it bluntly. He hoped the other would at least understand his ... weak attempt at explanation. Of course, Cassius wasn't exactly the best talker, being a soul bound to this plane without a physical form, this perhaps being one of the biggest drawbacks to his existence. Cassius was, naturally, everything but human, and it showed in his capabilities regarding emotional depth and social skills. Luckily, that part wasn't exactly a requirement for his particular line of work.

    The other seemed to laugh a little. Was his explanation humorous? The Wraith couldn't really tell, instead simply turning the metallic helmet towards the other. He could sense the other perfectly without this, though he had found that humans found it more ... agreeable when they felt that the spirit behaved a little more human himself. "Is it ... a lot of ... questions?", Cassius would offer the other his own question, dwelling on the matter for a few seconds before continuing "You pay ... so I answer". It seemed straightforward enough. The other was technically his employer at the moment, and the Wraith had very little to hide. As far as he was concerned the armored man could ask to his heart's content. There was, of course, the fact that he would have preferred silence, but it couldn't really be helped. Cassius had accepted that curiosity was and would remain a thing most human in nature, indeed.





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    Post by Artemis Dagger 1st June 2019, 12:17 pm


    Artemis winced as the pain in his calf seemed to be getting worse. Even with him resting a significant amount of his weight on the wraith. The wound needed to get treated sooner rather than later. But he couldn't risk healing himself here, allowing Morte to take over when he was so bloodthirsty. He needed to acquire a better means of healing himself. An item or something, some means of recovery that wouldn't mean subduing himself to the hungry demon inside. Perhaps he would look into it when he returns, look into the companies resources and see if the support department might have anything of use. After all, they were in charge of the medical bay within the guild.

    Cassius would answer his question, explaining that despite not having a physical form, he was able to possess thing and control them. "So you picked an armour huh...makes sense." He replied, of course, it was the most discreet thing a ghost probably could move around it. If it hadn't been for him not being able to smell anything human about him, Artemis would have assumed that Cassius was human. The way he controlled the armour was convincing enough, he certainly moved and fought as a human would. Although considering how willing he was to tell Artemis this, Artemis wasn't sure hiding the fact he was a ghost was something that Cassius was especially worried about. It was more likely that the armour was a more convenient means of fighting, although Artemis couldn't be certain.

    Following his lighthearted apology, Cassius ould ask if it was a lot of questions. It took a moment for Artemis to determine whether he was being sarcastic or if he was genuinely asking. It settled on the latter, somehow based on this guys manner of speech, it just seemed a little likely. "Only if you think so," The follow-up comment about him answering because well Artemis was paying him caused Artemis to nod. Pleased to have the spare pouch of jewels on his person. He was always carrying some cash on him, a perk of having plenty to spare. Artemis couldn't help but wonder if it was the jewel that drove the wraith, he certainly seemed keen on the idea of getting paid.

    A stoic, almost emotionless being, not even human capable of taking out targets with ease without an ounce of remorse. Honestly, now that he thought about it, he was the exact type of the person his guild would look out for, even if he wasn't technically a 'person'. His capabilities as a soldier, and the way he was so completely unrelenting. The only thing that would perhaps need work was the 'clean up' duty that followed, but even then there was the support team that helped with that. Artemis felt himself mulling it over, he hadn't anticipated that he would find himself considering actually hiring the guy when he'd watch him carve up the bandits with ease. But now that he thought about it... wasn't he kind of perfect for it?

    Recruiting even when it's not expected of you, anyone would think you were growing to enjoy your job. Morte's words broke into his thoughts, capturing the red-heads attention. He had a point, even if it was an annoying one. He'd noticed that lately, just how much his position consumed his thoughts. He was constantly thinking about the guild, and the elements that needed to be worked on. Even in his times of rest, it plagued his thoughts. Was he being to enjoy it? No, impossible. He never asked for this, surely not.

    Can wraiths be trusted Morte? He would ask, attempting to grasp some kind of opinion from the demon considering how chatty he was. After all, Morte did many things, but lying was not one of them. The demon had no qualms about giving Artemis his honest opinion, even if it was brutal in nature.

    There something amusing about how one of the greatest human stereotypes is to formulate and seek stereotypes about others. Your fear of the unknown, and desire to categorise everything into traits, tut, tut, such distrustful creatures.

    Well...considering my experience with demons, I would say my caution is justified.

    Morte chuckled, his laugh one of silky arrogance as though their history together was not more than a game to him. That's a matter of personal opinion, boy. However, in regards to your question. It is rather a subjective one, you assume that based on his species he may have some type of stereotypical nature in which can be expected, whereas in truth. Much like humans, it would depend on the individual. Artemis accepted this answer as the best he was going to get, it made sense, whatever Cassius used to be. He must have had a mind of his own at some point, it really would be impossible to predict whether he was trustworthy. It was just a risk the Chairman of Hidden Blades would have to take.

    "I couldn't help but notice," He began, attempting to sound somewhat 'official' with his tone. Turning his gaze to the wraiths helmet, where he could only presume his face was, although he wasn't entirely certain. "That you make quite the mercenary, are you currently employed... because my company is looking for men...people... er...soldiers with your skills." He explained, something told him that he wasn't really selling this offer very well, he paused before something popped to mine. "You like jewel right? We can offer that... a lot of it. If you were willing to work for us. Would something like this interest you?"




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    Post by Aspen Azarov 1st June 2019, 3:44 pm


    The man seemed to be lost in thought for just a little bit after the ghosts last remark. Had Cassius somehow upset the man? Well, at the same time, even if he had, the wraith would care very little, instead relishing the shirt-lived silence between the two. Perhaps the other's injuries distracted him from casual conversation? Or the armored man had simply gotten all the answers that he wanted and satisfied his curiosity? It was possible, and Cassius certainly wasn't one to tell.

    Well, one thing was certain, the other had some sort of agenda, his demeanor and approach to the Wraith suddenly shifting, turning a little more ... professional, direct surely. It seemed like the man was making him an offer, something that seemed somewhat appealing to the exspiravit. The man was essentially offering him work as one of his ... soldiers? Cassius did not respond immediately, instead allowing the other to continue speaking. In honesty, Cassius was neither impressed nor convinced. Being a soldier was usually a lot of work for relatively little pay, most people picking up the profession for ... ideological reasons? It certainly seemed that way to the ghost. A noble pursuit for some, of course, but not for the wraith, who was more than happy with his current means of employment. At least that was what Cassius had in mind.

    At least, that was until the other began mentioning pay. Jewels, to be more specific. The Wraith's attention sharpened, and he listened intently, the helmet of the armor cocking to the side, seemingly imitating a motion he had observed before. A subtle sign of interest, he hoped. "You are ... correct ... Cassius is ... a mercenary ... indeed", the Wraith began answering, the rusty voice echoing forth once more. "I will work ... if you pay ... good work ... for good pay ...", Cassius continued, hoping to clarify that his particular ... services were not cheap, but if someone required a ... reliable way of disposing of someone and wanted to be sure that the job would be done, well, Cassius was the right man, person, and soldier, as the man had so skillfully put it.

    "Cassius ... is interested", The wraith would respond blandly, making his intentions more than clear. Cassius' thoughts began to trail off at this moment, the man allowing himself to be distracted by an exciting prospect that he had not considered thus far. With a consistent form of employment and a steady stream of adequate income ... he could further expand his collection, perhaps even greatly expand it beyond the limits that had been set for himself by the sporadic nature of his previous work. The wraith began to feel something, a somewhat unknown, yet familiar feeling. He had felt this before ... right? Cassius was thrilled. His collection was his power, and ultimately, power was what the exspiravit desired. Still, he realized he knew little about the other ... and it occurred to him that perhaps, it was now time to ask some questions of his own.

    "What is ... your company ... and what ... does it do?", the Wraith asked, admittedly a little more interested now than he had been before. In reality, it mattered little, though. The man's morals and the moral's of the organizations he was associated with were of no importance at all. Cassius would perform a lot of tasks for money, and if this man and his organization really desired to make use of his skill set ... well, in the Wraith's eyes, it was what people usually considered a win-win.





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    Leather and steel~ [Cassius] Empty Re: Leather and steel~ [Cassius]

    Post by Artemis Dagger 2nd June 2019, 8:02 am


    Artemis felt admittedly a little unsure if Cassius was going to accept his off. This had to be by far, his least impressive attempt. The fact that he'd gotten wounded, not killed any of his targets and had to be carried to the nearest village by a stranger. To then offer the guy a job, to most it might've almost appeared desperate, pitiful even. But still, The guy was skilled, it would be a wasted opportunity not to try and recruit him, even if it didn't shine him in the most impressive light. Even so, it would appear that the wraith was interested in the offer. He would reiterate the fact that that as long as there was good pay, he would be willing before cementing his interest. Underneath his mask, Artemis would grin, feeling a little triumphant.

    "Great! We'll be sure you pay you handsomely for your work."  He told the ghost, it was strange to think that a ghost would be so motivated by something like money. It wasn't like he needed it to survive. Perhaps it carried some sentimental to the creature, or there was something in this world he valued that could only be achieved from earning jewel. Whatever the reason, Artemis was just pleased that he had managed to get the guy on board. In the distance, the village would begin to come into few. Had they really been walking that long? Perhaps they had been closer than he initially realised. Either way, it seemed the two would be parting soon.

    Cassius would ask about his company, to which Artemis answered keenly. "We're basically mercenaries too, but we work in the shadows. We partake in jobs that people want to be done discreetly and without any traces to them. Because of this we are paid heartily by our clients, as will you, should you work for us."   As they reached the edge of the village, Artemis stopped, as they went to pass an abandoned cart. He reached out, resting himself against it, he moved away from the wraith. "I should be good from here,"  He commented, reaching into his pocket, he would pull out one of the pouches off jewels he had. Handing it to the wraiths, "Thirty thousand, for your troubles. If you really are interested, come to Crocus in two days. There's an investment company called Bellevue Ltd, when you get there, head up to reception, and be sure to say to them 'Blanche sent me here to collect some files.' I'll explain the finer details of our work then."  He explained, figuring two days was enough for both of them to get their affairs in order. "Thanks again... Cassius. And if you do decide to join us then well... I look forward to working with you."

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