by Reaver » Thu Nov 05, 2015 5:39 am
"Your concern is noted." A dry response coming from Almata. If she had Command's blessing to do what she wanted then she would conduct herself any damn way she pleased as long as it fit within the parameters of her own ethics and conduct. Being accompanied by Kal and Jill wasn't bad, since they both seemed rather dependable, despite the both of them being human. She had a feeling, one she normally reserved for no one, that she could count on the two Taimain operatives to have her back if things went south. "You humans have a lovely expression. Delivering one's head on a silver platter? That is what I will try to do for the Taimain and the Drazinor family. Good luck, Aynn. Other human." Making it clear that she had never caught the CIA operative's name or particularly cared for her. "We're moving out immediately, having extra time to act in case things go wrong and before the extra security detail get there is important." Her voice full of finality as she took the new tablet and walked outside to wait for the rest of her team.
She glanced at the tablet, memorizing the path to and back from the hotel as she waited for her partners to join her o heart was racing and she felt flush and warm all. It felt like it had been ages since her last purity hunt, despite it had only been two weeks ago. That had just been the simple cleansing of goblin pack infesting some warehouses but it had kept her blood pumping hours later and the smell of their burnt flesh... It had lingered for days on her clothes, a lovely reminder of the good deed she had done. She was so caught up in her reverie that she almost didn't notice the two women stepping out of the safehouse to start the assassination mission. "Lets purge this city of the foulness that infests it." A mask appearing over her face with the wave of her hand. It was a traditional Drazinor mask, only worn by the most fearsome to strike fear in other as they went on their missions around the world. If anyone lived to tell the tale, they would talk of the Drazinor assassin that culled their numbers with a myriad of magical techniques and flawless tactics. She slipped her staff into the harness on her back, knowing the necessity of staying conspicuous until one could gain nothing more from it, and young women walking around with a staff and mask on would be a whole lot more conspicuous than a woman with just a mask on. For all they would know she was going to a masquerade party or to partake in whatever filthy licentious acts human women did out.
It didn't take long for Almata and her two human associates to reach the outskirts of the hotel. They had even used most of the time productively to discuss their tactics and settle on a sound plan of action. The sights that Almata had seen on the way had incensed her further, solidifying her silent promise of razing several buildings to the ground soon. This island was a den of debauchery and sin, far past redemption in Almata's eyes. Perhaps she would call on other family members to assist her in sinking this isle of filth to the bottom of the ocean later.
"Idiots walk through doors, Drazinor always take the high road." She said absently as she pulled her staff and talisman out. A thorough scope of the ground floor had revealed three points of entry but their target was on the top floor so why waste all that time with disguises, illusions and elevators when she could just fly to the roof. The Drazinor closed her eyes and began channeling her magic, combining air elements in with levitation magic. "Just hold on and this could work.." Biting her lower lip in concentration. She had made herself fly hundreds of times as it was sometimes necessary to slay flying demons or hijack airplanes in mid-air to kill demonic passengers, but extra passengers besides herself was something she had never tried before. She siphoned extra energy from her compatriots, rather them be a little lethargic in a couple of hours then dead from hitting the ground because one person couldn't fly to the top of a hotel building. This way there would be zero alarms tripped, no recordings of them ever entering, no guards on alert, and one very hard to explain dead orc for Red Mane to deal with. "Alright! Lets try this!" Watching the guard at the front door leave right before she released her will, willing her and her partners to flyto the rooftop. Of course not wanting to leave anything to chance, she kept them on the opposite side of where Diko's penthouse was located so they could keep their element of surprise.
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Reaver on Thu Nov 05, 2015 7:17 am, edited 1 time in total.
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