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

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Katya had silently slunk back to the shared room. Guilt gnawed at her stomach, but that didn't mean she regretted what happened. She didn't want to be treated as a child, yet they chose to scold her as one. It felt all too familiar to Katya and she didn't like it. Her training, well the scraps she was starting to recover, from the other guild had been rigorous and it made her feel older. Older than she already felt before, what happened to her before all this?

Luna spotted Sparrow, Cyrus, and Esmae on her way back from the forest. She didn't know how long she had been out there alone, but it looked like something happened to, maybe with, Esmae. She heard the words, pulled her hood high on her head, and walked up to them, "W-what happened?"

Esmae turned, head held high, clearly showing the dog collar around her neck. "Let's just say a new person was born today." Her hand was still on the golden heart shaped tag. "I know my attitude is bad, and the way I go about things. So I want your help."

Luna paused for a moment realizing what must have happened. She gave Esmea a small smile that couldn't be seen from her hood, "I hope you're ready to work hard then because I promise it won't be a walk in the park. Especially with Sparrow and Cyrus as teachers."

"I'm ready." Determination was all you could hear in her voice. She looked to Sparrow and Cyrus. All she need was for them to agree and take her in. If they didn't though then she would understand.

Cyrus' hand closed hard over his crutch. His knuckles turned white.
"Esmea, what… what the hell happened? We'll gladly help you train and better yourself, but you're hurt. Get that checked out before we do anything, okay? You've got a hard road ahead of you, like Luna said, so you'll need to be at your best."

Esmae slowly started to calm down, and it was then that the pain in her shoulder increase. The adrenaline was wearing off. It was instinct to cover the wound and stop the bleeding, but she had Alright lost so much. "Oh man." Her vision started to blur and her balance was off. This kind of wound she had never had before, especially since it was a gun. Who carries a gun? Then her legs gave out and her body hit the floor. Now all she saw was darkness.

Cyrus dropped his crutch and practically flung himself at Esmae, first trying to catch her before she fell, but he was too slow. Both of his knees his the floor, and it hurt his injured one a good bit, but that wasn't really important right now. He leaned forwards and did a quick once-over before trying to tend to the wound on her shoulder.

"I have a first aid kit on me." Sparrow said and quickly gave it to him "o wonder what went on that gave her a change of heart." Sparrow pondered

(Hey bec, when should we do that twisty twist?)

(Ooooh…. idk, soon definitely, but idk how soon.)
"I dunno, Sparrow. Adrenaline? Blood loss? I'm not sure she was completely in her right mind there, but I do hope she's had at least a slight change of heart. After all, she did come back to us," Cyrus replied, taking some bandages from the kit and making sure to bind her shoulder tightly to stop the bleeding.

Sparrow grinned at him "let's head back and put her in the Med-bay, she will be y healed in the next few days, the repairing surgery machines are fixed." She said.

(Maybe they train the kids, we have them go on a short "mission ", aka an attack to have them graduate into an elite team. While they are on the "mission" Cyrus find the Docs)

(I'm going to say she was taking to the infirmary.)
After a few hours Esmae opened her eyes but had to cover them with hand due to the bright lights. "Oh, your awake." The nurse walked to her side and checked her vitals. "How's that shoulder of yours?" Instead of Answering she asked a question of her own. "How bad is the damage?" It took a few seconds, but what felt like an eternity for the nurse to let out a hum. "How bad is the damage?" She asked again but with more force. "It shattered a bone and tore some muscle and nerves. It is life long injury. You can build strength, it may take a while, but sadly it will always be weaker than the other." Esmae cursed under her breath. Even though she was upset she couldn't help but think this was God's punishment for all the things shes done in the past. "Can I be felt alone." It was more of a statement than a question. Immediately the nurse left but as she did so she shut the door to her personal room.

Sparrow came into the infirmary to check in some of the other assassins when she saw the nurse in charge of Esmae, coming out. "How is she? Is she awake?" She asked. The nurse looked at her and sighed "her shoulder is still healing thanks to surgery but it'll be weaker than the other. She need to build up strength." The nurse explained. Sparrow nodded and walked Inside "how are you doing?" She asked

"Seeing as my shoulder will take time to heal, but also be permanently weaker than the other. I would say God has finally done it, he has finally punished me." With her good arm she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "I deserve this."

"First of all, you already failed the trai ing classes. I thought you weren't a quitter." Sparrow said, shaking g her head and walking out

The words Sparrow said stung. 'I thought you weren't a quitter' It shook her to the core. "Damn, I guess I'm weaker than I thought." Esmae remember everything she went through, the names she was called the beatings she had gone through. They had built up walls, walls she thought no one could get through, she didn't want anyone want anyone to get in. This place, it was strange, it broke her in different ways, although they didn't call her names or beat her, she felt more pain here. Taking cloth she tide it around her arm and neck to keep it from moving as much. The conference she once walked with was broken, she kept her head down. Her ego, had been ripped from her. Her once Esmae identity was pulled, stomped one and tore to pieces, in a place she never thought could do that to her. As she walked the halls, her eyes were glossed over with tears. She needed someone, no that wasn't right, she wanted someone. Her inner child began to crave the arms of someone to hold her. Although Freedom didn't have arms she was the only one who would hold her. All of a sudden she was outside in a garden she had never seen. It all happened to quickly. Her knees gave out and she curled into a ball on the grass and cried like she never had in her entire life.

(Oh my God, can Sparrow like, adopt her?)

Sparrow was waiting g outside the room, wo derung if Esmae would call her back when she saw her walking outside. She followed the young girl until she reached the small garden they were working on. Sparrow watched from behind a wall as the broken girl fell to the ground and started crying. She sighed and walked over to her, putting an arm around her shoulder "an assassin never quits. You have skills, better than anyone of your age. Better than anyone I've seen. Your instincts are good as well but you think that you are all alone. Esmae, look at all the people who you've met. Think about how much fun you had working with these young people. How excited you were when you got a chance to prove yourself." Spsrrow said, trying to console the crying girl. Growing up in an assassins guild didnt do much for emotions, so empathy was something g she had to learn in her own time.

(Please adopt her! I stared crying a bit when I wrote that, so hopefully I wrote her emotions and character well.)
Esmae looked up at Sparrow, although she wanted to smile, it wouldn't come. Hesitantly she inched closer to her, and laid her head on her lap. The tears didn't stop for a while. Esmae decided the emotions were more tiring than physical work. It was draining. When the tears stopped, her face looked more childish, it was like she never was an assassin but a young girl who wanted to be loved. Closing her eyes she fell asleep. Today was the worst most weird day ever.

Sparrow lifted the girl and set her head on her shoulder. She got up and headed towards her personal space. She set Esmae down on her hed and tucked her in before turning to her workbench. She started designing a special suit for her, similar to a cat suit but suitable for a child with more areas for weapons to be hidden.

As one medic helped Cyrus do some exercises to keep his hand and knee in working condition, he had been speaking with her and some of the other medics about Esmae, and he was heartbroken to hear what they had to say. It didn't matter how she had acted. She was still a child and didn't deserve what she got.
After they were done, he started back towards his quarters, as it was getting late. He passed near where Sparrow was staying and caught a glimpse of her at her workbench.
"Hey, Sparrow," Cyrus said, leaning in the doorway.

Luna had gone back to her room to shower her mind still on Esmae. She walked back out after changing to go check on the other kids. She just wanted to see if any of them had gotten hurt, that's all.

Sparrow looked up, a black smear across her left cheek and her magnifying glasses on her eye. She took them off and runned her eyes "oh, hey Cyrus." She said, stretching and looking back to make sure Esmae didnt wake up.

Nathan came back to the guild dirty, after he got down from the tree, he fell in a mud patch and was angrily walking towards a shower. He came into the room where they were all staying and immediately rushed to the showers

Luna walked down to spot Katya on the bed and could hear the shower running, "A-are you guys okay?"

Katya glanced up where she saw Luna in the doorway, "Yeah, we're fine. Why do you ask?"

So they don't know, Luna thought to herself, "N-no reason."

Vida was already asleep, tucked up to her nose in bed. It had been a tiring day, and she was completely exhausted physically. She'd even forgotten to shower first, so she laid in bed covered in dried sweat and dirt.

Cyrus turned to look where Sparrow had glanced and saw Esmae sleeping. He made sure to keep his voice lower. When he looked back at Sparrow's face, his heart did a little leap. The magnifying glasses, the mess on her face. Sure, she was a badass assassin, but she was also very bright and passionate about her work- making weapons and other gadgets, that was.
"What are you working on there?" he asked.