forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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"Do you want to exchange your bow for a new one?" She asked Luna, still peeling the tape

"That would b-be great. Mine feels like it's about to break," Luna responded looking at Sparrow.

Sparrow nodded and looked around for a person. Upon seeing someone, she waved them closer and asked them to bring in a few Bows from storage.

Luna eyes tracked the person, a wariness held within. Even though she knew she was perfectly safe.

The person went and brought out a few simple metal wood hybrid bows. She looked at them and made a disgusted face "these look very tacky." She started and looked at Luna

Luna studied the bows, none of them were any good. She shook her head as if to say no. She was afraid if she opened her mouth nothing would come out.

"Do you want to see some designs that me and Eira made while we were still with Panther?" She asked

Luna froze slightly as her eyes widened. She could feel her heart begin pounding in her chest as she quickly nodded her head. If Eira and Sparrow designed them they were bound to be good.

Wincing as she stood up, sparrow gestured to Luna "Cyrus showed me where my old stuff was and I saw a few old designs there too." She said

Luna popped up quickly, adrenaline seemed to be pumping through her at the moment. She nodded again and put her hood back up.

They walked down to where Cyrus showed her, her trunk. She propped it open again and took out a few designs.

Luna slowly felt her body unwind as the adrenaline. She hovered over Sparrow's shoulder looking at the different designs.

"Sparrow has been through a lot this past year, so maybe give her a bit of time to adjust." Moving to fast might put to much pressure on her. Uriah still cared deeply for Sparrow, although they decided to just be friends didn't mean he cared any less. He might just be a bit overprotective of her. "So give it a bit then you can make your move." With them just coming back and Luna's return, it was even to much for Uriah to handle right now.

"I won't act right away," Cyrus promised, "Hell, maybe not at all if I can't figure things out first. I'm not sure… we've all got a lot on our plate."
Cyrus grabbed a sandwich and some fruits and vegetables for Luna, then two bottles of water once they reached the mess hall. He sighed a little.
"How are you, though? I haven't had a moment alone with you to just catch up since you got back."

"Ah, if I'm honest I'm not sure how I'm doing." Uriah also grabbed a sandwich and a peach to eat, then a bottle of water. "Even though I've known everyone for awhile, I'm still the new guy. I feel uncomfortable and unwelcomed here I guess." He shoved something that was in his pocket deeper down. "I'm not an assassin like everyone else here."

"They don't know that," Cyrus said, "Only those of us closest to you do, and we have no reason to not welcome you because of it. In fact, you bring different knowledge to the table. You're more educated than the rest of us, you have connections, and you also probably are a little more… empathetic, I guess? After all, we assassins are usually expected to kill without question. You bring a more human side to us."
Cyrus saw Uriah's hand go to his pocket, but after casting a glance to it, he looked back up to Uriah's face.

"I guess so." Uriah's happy-go-lucky facade was starting to crumble, it was only now that he realized that he had been acting so happy that it was making hum tired and worn down. The fact is he was human and he didn't have to be happy all the time. "Anyway, I hope I can help more in the future. I just don't think I'm good enough to train young assassins right now."

(Oof. Good luck!)
“That’s alright,” Cyrus said, trying to be reassuring and helpful, “You can do things where you think you’d be useful. Although… if you think you need it, you should maybe attend some of the sessions. I’ve actually been to a couple to brush up on crossbow shooting and some other skills that I’m mediocre at. That’s what they’re here for.”