TimeStamp: Tria, 81382 Character: Xavius Acheron Outfit:The Usual, Black robes and hooded cloak. White mask, Black metal boots and gauntlets. The night was a clear one. A cool breeze gently blew through the alleys of the black market. The sky was clear and the moon nearly full, The street lamps shawn dimly in the darkness. Xavius could have done without the street lamps. Xavius walked the street, metal booted footsteps echoing throughout the area. His cloak flowed behind him and his mask seemed to shine in the moon light. He was carrying his cane rather then using it to walk at the moment, he was in a rather good mood. His red eyes blazed through the eye holes in his mask as he searched for the shop in question. This night he was accompanied by a small host of his Maimed soldiers. They followed suit behind him, in a militaristic fashion. An arden crossing the street eyed them suspiciously but otherwise left them to their business. Xavius finally came to a stop, and surveyed his surroundings. The Maimed on his right, a trusted officer of sorts, signaled for everyone to halt. This was Cyriel. On his left, Krugg. Krugg was a behemoth of an 'dragon, and nothing but loyal. He would gladly die in Xavius' name. Mostly because Krugg had a single digit I.Q. and probably would not realize he was dying. Xavius stood silently looking ahead. He was trying to decide where he might find the thill he had been searching for. During an interrogation in which he had been inquiring about information crucial to his plans, the name Telbaj had come up. Krugg suddenly broke the silence as he began to laugh stupidly to himself. Xavius ignored it at first, but after a few seconds it became apparent that Krugg wasn't about to stop himself. Xavius slowly turned his gaze to Krugg who continued his laughter. Xavius reached up and smashed Kruggs head into the nearest wall, causing a dull thump. With A sigh Xavius continued on and the maimed followed, along with a still chuckling Krugg. They continued their search until at last Xavius noticed across the street from the dark group the sign he had been longing to see. It read "T'ears Tattoos", decorated with tears in the corners. A concealed smile spread across Xavius' masked face, he signaled for the Maimed to stay put and began walking towards the shop. Boots and cane now creating loud echoes through the streets.
This particular Market street corner was usually quiet, except for maybe the fights, the weapon clatter and the gunshots every now and again. Then again if this place is your home that is something your used to, or into, or dead because of. The foolhearty never last long here. There had been no customers. None for HOURS. The voluptuous white thill sat back in her nice new cushioney leather chair with a sigh. She wore only a thick leather belt around her waist that sported a sheathed dagger on one side and silver plated gun on the other. The gun was removed from its place while at work. She was skilled enough not to need it for blackmarket scuffles. She had put up a new store sign and redecorated today due to a recent influx of customers in the last little while. Many of them rebellious kids ready to freak out their parents. They supplied the money, She supplied the ink, that's really all that mattered. She had gotten enough money to pay off some equipment debt and to spiff up the place a bit. She was proud of her work and it seemed to pay off now and again. Her shop was lit up by a few lamps at night when no customers were in need of her service but durring the 'normal' buisness hours the place was given a flare of light from a couple of large glass balls that hung from the ceiling. They were a nifty invention. From what the seller had said they contained a substance he had discovered that reacted to heat and presumably the force of life and fronima. When customers were about and the black market was its busiest they shone with quite the brilliance. She had never figured out what that substance was, she had even bought his last one just to break it and see. Once broken there had been a slight odor that had given her the impression that it was some sort of gas. But after a while she had let go of the curiousity and decided she would leave the inventions to the inventors and go back to her OWN job. She took a quick peek to the back counter behind the parlors tattoo chairs just for safe measure to make sure all of her equipment were in order. She got up and decided that a small cleaning session was in order. You could never be too clean with tattooing tools. After she has sanitized each surface with its respective cleaner she pulled down a thick metal covering she had purchased after some of her things had been stolen on the first nights of her business. With the only way she could pay it off, she traded her skills as an artist to purchase the enchantment on the shiny metal surface. She had purchased an enchantment that only let her touch it. It sent a wild shock through anyone who tried too and temporarily paralyzed them. (It was usually long enough for her to find them and deal with them. ) Her ears pricked upwards as she felt a twinge... A group of 'dragons approached her shop, one of them felt as though he was out to get something, she suspected it must have something to do with her since they came ever closer. This one seemed to be the 'leader' of this group. She could sense the mind power of each of them. He was really the only one out of them with enough brains, or cunning to be anything other then a minion. She smiled inwardly, the telepathic gift of the female Pendragon certainly came in handy. She was glad her mother had taught her to strengthen it as a child. Perhaps they wanted her other 'talents'. She hadn't had any of that business in a while. It seemed everyone was stupid enough to kill their own targets and get caught. Many of the 'top dogs' of the blackmarket had been arrested for some such thing or another. They were never smart enough to cover all of their tracks. The leather of her chair squeaked slightly as she gracefully glided back to her seat and sat down. It really was the comfiest chair shed ever sat in.. She wiggled herself deeper into it for a moment, then regained her composure.
As Xavius walked towards the shop he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the Maimed had stayed their ground. Satisfied that they had he continued on. As he reached the door he used the head of his cane to knock. He knocked out of courtesy, to announce his presence. He had no doubt however, she was already aware of his presence. He grabbed the doorknob and gave it a twist, it was unlocked. With that Xavius let himself into the shop. It was a small interior, as was to be expected, and it was obviously freshly redecorated. That was a good sign towards the business of the store. Xavius' crimson eyes settled upon a leather chair, behind a desk. And in the leather chair sat the white thill in question. Telbaj. He had been told she was quite a skilled tattoo artist. He was also told she was a skilled artist in others things as well. To him death was merely another form of art. Looking down at her he could see the tears that had been tattooed under her eyes. Within each he could see a Ramathian letter. Her eyes were a pinkish red. It was clear she was an albino. He suspected very much that she and he were of the same race, Lukuo. He shifted his position and place both hands upon the cane head. <span style='color:red'> "Pardon me ma'am," </span> He said with a hidden grin, <span style='color:red'> "But am I correct to assume you are still open?". </span>
Telbaj looked blankly at the man who entered her store. she was sure he was a head of some organization or some such thing. Probably not a legal organization by the looks of the dark clothes, and that mask. Her split tail laid beside her in the chair, following the curve of her legs. They twitched in anticipation and the two red flames glowed, leaving a red glow on her and the chair. when he addressed her, she could feel him smile beneath the mask. It would of un-nerved a normal person. But considering Telbaj had been taught the cruelest and easiest ways to kill a person, this didn't faze her, only made her raise a brow with a slight smirk. <span style='color:white'>"Indeed sir i am still open."</span> She paused and eyed him a moment more, tails swaying from side to side beneath her. Her smirk stayed as she brushed a strand of platinum hair from her face and leaned forward a bit, <span style='color:white'>"So what is it i can do for you?"</span> It was so fun when serious business came into work. They were always so mockingly polite in that, evil sense. If anyone had been in the store at the time, it would be so painfully obvious that something was about to take place. As she had leaned forward, she, not really purposely, (but maybe just a little) had leaned her large breasts on the desk ahead of her. This had become a habit for her in the long run. They seem to get in the way and it wasn't exactly comfortable to press them against the edge of the table.... And of course it was always fun to get a reaction out of the young men (and even women) who chanced her store.
Xavius could see that she was an attractive thill. Most ardens and probably some thills would fall head over heels for her curves. However Xavius was not most ardens, and cared nothing for such earthly pleasures. Not anymore at least. He raised an eyebrow as her breasts leaned against the desk. Was she trying to seduce him? He ignored the action and continued. <span style='color:red'> "I have been told that you are an artist in several things, and good a artist at that." </span> As he said this he walked further into the shop. Leaned his cane against the wall, and began to look around. He didn't worry about leaving the cane away from his person, since if he had to he could pull it out of any shadow. As he looked at the around he could see designs for Tattoos. Even pictures of some she had done, and one or two might fit his needs, but he was not sure if they would work. He stopped browsing, turned halfway towards her and smiled once more. <span style='color:red'> "Now I know you are an assassin. And I have heard you are a good one at that. While death is simply another form of art, that is not the actual reason I am here. I need a certain tattoo. A great deal of a certain tattoo to be precise." </span> Xavius tilted his head to the side, watching her reaction very carefully he continued once more. <span style='color:red'> "And I would be willing to pay a great deal of money, a negotiable price of course." </span>
Her eyes lit up at the challenge and to the offer of a great sum of money. She also let her smirk open up to a sly smile at the compliment of her artwork. "Well thank you of course for those comments but lets get down to business shall we?" She watched him with her mind. He may be a paying customer, but just because he was a client and trusted her to get her job done, she didn't in fact have the same trust with any of her clients. When your an assassin for hire you cant trust anyone. They all might be out for your head~ (Apparently some people get really pissed off if you kill someone of standing. ) Resting her hands on arm rests she turned the moving chair around with her foot and pushed herself up from the now warm leather seat. With such grace of movement she almost glided to the back of the room. She had just closed everything and now she was t re-open it again. What a pain! On second thought... Did he not say he was paying a great deal of money? With a couple clicks of the lock she had already passed the enchantment and swung the metal covering off of her precious equipment. How she loved when all of the little bits sparkled with cleanliness! Her split tail acted almost like an old father clock, swinging back and forth in rhythmic timing. Whenever the two red flames gathered close enough they seemed to meld together and then split apart when they weren't. Her red orbs took in a count of her possessions as was her process of reopening shop, As she finished she picked up one of her hand held tattooing machines and inspected it. Tip top shape as always. Reaching over she opened a new modeled autoclave she had bought couple months ago. The technology of this one certainly bested the old one and it worked just as well as she was told it would. She reached into a small box on the table and ripped a piece of autoclave tape. applying that small piece to the machine before placing it into the autoclave would allow her to make sure the sterilizing process did its job. Turning the compact but bulky machine on she turned back to the customer. "So what exactly is it that you are wanting me to do?" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Its really kind of funny. I was looking up stuff for this post on Wiki, and apparently having a Tear Tattoo signifies that you've murdered someone or someone close to you has been murdered, Or some such thing. Its like, people in gangs and prison have tear tattoos. That's just HILARIOUS. I never knew there was such a thing.</td></tr></table>
Xavius was pleased to see the thills eyes light up at the promise of a large pay. He was a 'dragon of his word, and fully intended upon paying. Every single penny. However he intended on doing so as long as she did exactly what she was asked. He watched her carefully as she began to re-open her store, keeping an eye on her movements watching for any suspicious or sudden action. She was an assassin after all, and he was a disagreeable person. It wouldn't do to have a red dot on your head and not know it. He silently spoke to the darkness, not as one my talk to another, it was more like giving it a hidden thought. He silently willed it keep watch, if he were to be in any danger, it would strike for him. True darkness was not something you could merely dispate with a light switch. True darkness waited beneath the surface, beneath the illusion of illumination. Always ready and willing to strike. For Telbaj to harm Xavius would be for her to harm herself. This was something he spent a great deal of his life mastering. She finished her opening ritual and inquired as to what he wanted of her. <span style='color:red'> "What I want is an empire, and one of perfect chaos at that. But from you I only want a single step in that ladder. Albeit a rather important step. I assume of course, morally you would not mind aiding such a thing?" </span> As he finshed, he clasped his hands behind his back, and watched her all the more intently.
