forum Hidden Blades and Muffled Laughs (Open One on One)
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@IcarusFightsTheSun book

jack was having a bad day, one of those days where nothing turned out right, to go along with the rest of his life so far.
so he took a drag from his cigarette,
then stomped it under his heel and brushed the ashes off his leather coat before going in.
he walked up and leaned against the desk looking like he'd either jump off a building, or throw someone else… or both. "yeah, appointment for, uh whathisface… oh! Mr. Walter." he said, eyeing Chrysilla with a scowl.

@lord-of-the-carnival group

Chrysilla keeps that customer service smile on her face.

"Will that be an online appointment or in person?" she asks politely, taking careful not of the man's posture and tone.

@IcarusFightsTheSun book

(i think a way for them to interact more, would be for Chrysilla to have to kill someone at the circus, and jack finds, so she has to make a cover up or something. that's just my idea of how to get the plot forward ig.)

@lord-of-the-carnival group

(we'd hve to find some way of having him be involved in some political scheme or other lol- Chrysilla doesn't take just any contract, after all-)

"A week from tomorrow." Chrysilla says politely. "If that doesn't work for you, I can happily redirect you to one of our colleagues elsewhere."

@IcarusFightsTheSun book

(maybe jacks boss?)
he thought for a sec, then an evil smile crossed his face, but only for a moment before he hid it again, "no, sry, the first one's fine. we'll see you then." he sent one more text, then left the building.

@lord-of-the-carnival group

(hmmmmm- maybeeee. . . idea lol-)

Chrysilla notes the smile, but no outward twitch of the eyes or even lips betrays her constant analyzing of the man's expressions.

"See you soon!" she says politely before dropping the mask as the man walks out.

He seemed like a bit of an ass to her, but that wasn't her business.

Once she gets off work, she finds an anonymous letter slipped underneath her door, with some cash and a target. People somehow found her all the time, but she didn't care. This wasn't her real home anyways.

She picks up the letter and reads it - "Tristan Greybell. 3,000 now, the other 47,000 upon completion. To be executed using a tri-dagger or WASP injection knife." - and chuckles.

She pulls on her dark crimson outfit. With her form concealing red jacket and padded shirt, light kevlar vest, tactical gloves, steel-toed custom fitted combat boots, arm and knee pads, slightly baggy trousers and a mask fashioned to look like an angel weeping tears of fire, she was a sight to behold.

She straps a WASP injection knife to her left forearm and a Japanese tri-dagger to her right thigh before slipping out through the vents and making her way to the circus tent where her mark would be located.

@IcarusFightsTheSun book

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@Travesty

(hey duke here! I'm on a different account. btw i got all of my circus knowledge from the greatest showman, sorry in advance.)

"jack!" sam's voice startled him, "jack, i've been calling your name like, forever, are you deaf?!" said sam angrily. jack was smoking outside the tent, and zoned out watching someone make cotton candy, it was clear he missed something important although the show wasn't set to begin for at least an hour. "i'm not deaf, you're just worth listening to.” he muttered, "yeah well the boss sent me out to get you and im kind of busy here, so if you wouldn't mind." she said.

He followed her out to a trailer that the manager used as an office, and inside, unsurprisingly, was the manager, aka the ringleader of this mess he called “a business.”
“jack, where have you been." said Jay, the manager. He was looking down and sorting out papers, “sorry, i was… busy." jay shot him a sceptical look before continuing, "well, as my assistant you supposed to inform me of my appointment, for… 20:45?! what kind bull[ahem] is that!" he yelled, slamming the papers on the desk, "I'm sorry, but it was the only time available." jack tried, and failed, to hide the smile on his face, "well i have to get ready for the show now." jack quickly left before jay could demote him or something.
(sorry for not replying for a while, but hoping i'll get better at responding on time sorry)

@lord-of-the-carnival group

Chrysilla watches this from afar with her binoculars, seeing Jack enter a large(er) tent that was the manager's tent. She watches as he leaves about half a minute later with a nod.

She springs into movement, her fit body carrying her swiftly and silently down the grassy knoll, into the shadows that each tent and vendor's stall created.

She slips into the manager's tent with ease, and stands stright in front of the corrupt man.

"With the might of Righteous God upon my left hand, I deem thee unfit for life. Thine life hath been weighed and found heavy, so in Hell thou shalt rot." she proclaims quietly before leaping over the manager's desk and unsheathing her tri-dagger in one swift motion, driving it into the man's heart with a thrust and a harsh twist.