The OC Above is Hired to Assassinate Your OC.[IC]

I had way too much fun writing this XD

Kuraru was sitting in his private room, alone and quiet. His eyes was closedas he try to concentrate not to release out his power. Although his ears were concealed, he still hear something moves within the quiet room he's in. "...So...what is it with me that worth killing for?" Eyesstill closed, the teenage spoke up with cold voice without having to ask the intention. Tense and ominous aura came out of him as he finally opens his eyes to look at the other party in the room "...An elemental manipulator, huh? A good choice to hire against me. Although I will have to let you down, this wouldn't do." He got up, brushing off his clothes and continues to stare at Ciela. Some pinkish mist suddenly came thick inside the room as soon as the psychic boy unconcealed his ears "Let's see what you got, shall we?"

Surely this has to be a misunderstanding!? thought Dolores with a barely hushed gasp as she attempted to speak over Poffin's incessant and frantic barking, "You... You should probably close the door if you don't want to get hypothermia or frostbite, sir... I understand if it's urgent, since you slammed it open like that, but please... Please don't leave it hanging... The drafts will blow in more easily, if you get what I mean." And she did mean it, even if she was the one bundled up in a coat with plenty of down and faux fur!

She wrung her hands together while inching ever so carefully towards the teenager. Was that a reckless thing to be doing? Of course! But the poor older woman seemed to emanate more... Pity than fear, as she gazed at his chilled ears and blank visage with the utmost scrutiny- Blank visage.

"But please," the old woman sighed, "Just... Come inside, and settle down. Maybe it's just the snow that's making you so on edge? I'd hate for that to be the case, but... Well... You know..." At some points, her voice trembled in a manner that suggested that she was trying to plead with this individual- Oh, but whom was she kidding? Teenagers tended to be the tiniest bit difficult to convince, especially when it meant cowing them to make them conform to authority... And Dolores wasn't going to resort to such a forceful approach by any means!

You know, even though this could technically become a life-or-death situation very quickly... Cold asides.

"I can make something warm for you if you want," she suggested with a chuckle, "I don't think it'll be coffee, but- Oh!" She perked up slightly when she remembered the sugary scent drifting from the kitchen. "I was... I was just about to finish baking up this cake for, um, some friends down in the lowlands! Desserts actually aren't something that I normally specialize in, but they're apparently rather fond of the pastries that I put out, so..." And from there, the elder trailed off so that he could have the time to process everything. All that cold was going to make their teeth chatter, you know!

After a few seconds of silence, Dolores asked with a somewhat thin and sheepish smile, "... Do you want a pastry too? Not the cake, since I'm saving that for those friends, but... I can make a tart, or anything that goes along well with coffee. Maybe a scone! I haven't made a scone in years, but-" The elderly woman started to chuckle and comb her fingers through her hair. "I can certainly try!" exclaimed Dolores with a hum, "If only because you, uh... Must be starving huh?" Holy shit, was her attempt to read the other's blank visage failing miserably. Blank visage... It showed too, as she tried to ignore Poffin continuing to bark and shuffle her paws from her room.

Poor Dolores. How long was that farce going to last anyways, with those freezing drafts leaking in slowly but ever so surely?

Dolores gets to die inside every so often.... as a treat. follow-up time.

Walking along the street, Titania noticed someone was following her. She was not aware of anything in this world that could be dangerous for her, so instead of trying to escape or call backup, Titania decided to just confront whoever was following her. She took a turn and walked into an alley; Once she was certain she was alone with the other person, she turned around and raised her sword towards them.

For a moment, she was surprised, then she started laughing and lowered her sword. The would-be assassin was standing in front of her, nervously holding a revolver. She looked like she never held, or even looked at a weapon up close before. Suppressing her laughter, Titania said, “I don’t mean to be disrespectful but, don’t you think you’re a little… unqualified for this? You’re clearly not equipt for something like this, and I’m not just talking about your cheap toy.” For her own safety, Titania disarmed Dolores. She swung her sword up, knocking the gun out of Dolores` hand with the flat side before catching it. While examining the revolver, she said, “Whoever gave this to you overcharged you, even if they gave it to you for free. I mean look at this, the barrel is crooked, the iron sight misaligned and with these cheap materials you’d have to do constant maintenance so it doesn’t fall apart.” She took the bullets out of the chambers before crushing the gun with one hand.

She took another look at Dolores, who seemed very afraid. She said, “Hey, cheer up. I’m not going to hurt you. You were never a threat to me, so we can just forget this ever happened.” Thinking about why someone like Dolores would try to threaten her, Titania realized something. She asked, “Say, did someone force you to do this? Did they threaten you or take a hostage?”

“Why don’t you bring me to whoever sent you? I would like to have a word with them.”

Spoilered because Titania hits a child:

Lucillia can't say she expected this. She knew someone was going to try kill her, but a fairy? This Titania person can't even cast spells in a fight! The Sin giggled, underestimating the fairy queen as if Titania didn't deserve her title. "You can't tell me that you want to murder me, right? Thats...Hilarious!" After a few seconds of giggling like a child, it came to an unnerving halt. Her smirk became a scowl when the thought crossed her mind, "Are you trying to say I'm weaker than you?" The teens eyes glowed in the darkness as she stepped closer to the woman. Titania was the same height as her, making it easier for Lucillia to feel as if she were intimidating. To be honest, she wasn't really. Her slim and tiny figure made her look like a very young child, her baby face made her seem too cute, and her outfit gave her a "soft" aesthetic. She wasn't even impressed when she stared at herself in the mirror, so why was she acting all high and mighty now? ...Well, why not? She was sick of putting on this fake ass soft girl persona, she wanted to live up to her name.

The teen sat on the floor, giving a cocky grin. Taunting Queen Titania, she used her magic to make shadows that let out their shrill voices to sing songs of threats and insults. After about 10 seconds of that shitshow, Lucillia destroyed them and made a proposal to Titania. Skipping over to her, Lucillia held out her hand. "This whole assassin thing is a little pathetic." She paused before getting a glimmer in her eyes, one fueled by excitement and bottle up rage. She whispered, "Lets fight, instead." No matter the answer, Lucillia tossed her mask to the side and let her shadows wrap around her arm and body, seemingly tangling her. The shadows inserted into her skin and turned it pitch black. She gripped Titanias hand with the same evil grin, and Titania felt like the child's skin was burning.

eee sorry I had writers block and I'm writing this quickly bc im doing hw :"))

Upon hearing the teenager's demands, M. Pourife... Oh, poor M. Pourife... The middle-aged man just wanted to burst into laughter on the spot; maybe it was a bit uneasy because he had run-ins with aggressive children and teenagers in the past, but... The threat of killing someone just seemed so... Childish from someone this small and cutesy now... Right?

She has to be joking! silently exclaimed the scientist before grinning at his would-be assassin sheepishly and inquiring, "I am sure there are more productive ways to channel that anger than... Well... Threatening to kill someone?" Great. Just the mention - or even thought - of getting killed was enough for M. Pourife's skin to start getting clammy, as he rubbed his hands against his trousers and took a step back. His palms were clearly flayed out and rendered visible, if only so he could show that - hey - maybe killing a pacifist wasn't that good of an idea.

Maybe...

"Besides, you have - uh - no idea what you are getting - um - into, if you really do mean it," stammered the scientist with a gulp, "Just because we are alone right now does not mean that you should, you know... Try doing this stuff on me. You may be lucky that you pulled such bold words on someone as pacifistic as-" He broke off and pointed a hand at himself. "- Me. But not everyone will be as forgiving you, believe me! They could report this, and then you would suffer legal consequences. They take threats against one's life rather seriously, you know? You, uh, know that... Miss?"

And... Then M. Pourife felt bad about lecturing someone who was basically a minor. And such a timid-looking one too! She probably just didn't know better! Minors were prone to irrational fits of rage sometimes, right? They said stupid shit when pissed off or defied... Right?

Yet the feeling remained that he was... Probably underestimating something. He just couldn't figure out what - to save his damn life! Maybe it was the magnitude of her anger, or... Maybe how seriously he was taking this? Sure, he didn't like fretting over a literal child, but... It was probably better to come off as paranoid than end up dead; at least he could repair the former's damage to his reputation later on...

So, biting down on his lip slightly, M. Pourife remarked more nervously, "But if you do mean it... Can we talk it out first? Or can I talk with whoever sent you here? Surely there, uh, has to be an alternative that is not violent or murderous, right!?" He grinned once more, though clearly in the sense that he was going to implode in on himself if this conversation even went the slightest bit south. "Right?" he asked in a thinly veiled attempt to reassure himself, "You... You must not be too young to understand reason now... Would I be correct with this assumption? I hope so, at least..."

   - I can't write a follow-up since M. Pourife's reactions already got written out for me, but... that writing style is so good holy shit??? tysm for the reply; it was really lovely to read tbh!! :"0000

"Oh... Oh dear." Yún muttered in equal amounts of resignation and worry in her voice. While she may have had her eyes closed for most of her daily routine, Yún knows very well how to adapt and observe her surroundings when she does deem to open them once in a while.

The obvious nervous shifting, suspicious glances at his back and towards her direction, seemingly worried and apologetic expression donning his face...

"I wonder who it is this time? Definitely not the Fatui." She tilts her head, not at all worried at her possible 'assassin.' She wracks her brain for any other potential enemies she may have made but she couldn't think of any...

"Wondering alone would get me nowhere. Perhaps I should put the poor sire out of his worrying." Without a single misstep, she strides forward towards the old man's slightly panicking form. He's sure that she knows somehow and honestly, he wouldn't even dare to... scare the young performer (who knew the art of battling while playing instruments could be so magnificent and elegant!) with a threat of an assassination...

Honestly, those so-called 'Treasure Hunters' feels as if they're a gang rather than a legitimate organization--

"Excuse me, sir? Might I have a word with you."

'Ahh, what to do, what to do?'

"I mean no harm. I would simply like to ask which group had deemed to... force your hand at an assassination attempt." Yún pauses, smiling at her word choice before continuing, "Or in your case, lack thereof."

"It's, err..." The man scratches his mustache awkwardly before finally deciding to give in. "They call themselves 'Treasure Hunters'..."

'Oh. Could it be...'

"I see... perhaps they are still rather unforgiving after being kicked out of the performance hall." Yún sighs, mystery finally solved. It seems that her rather aggressive 'fans' have taken their grudge one step further.

"Not to worry, sire. You may simply treat their words of threat as air."

"Well, uhh, you see..." He explains briefly how those punks asked him to give her a little 'scare' in exchange for getting across the border safely.

Preferably without Millileth and Qixing interference.

Yún offered to use her connections to help the old man out, partly as gratitude for not going through with whatever idiotic plan the Treasure Hunters had in mind. As the old man leaves in gratitude, Yún looks down inquisitively, light blue eyes staring at the ground intensely.

"Did that old man also bore someone's grudge, I wonder...? He didn't seem to be from around here." Quietly musing, she closes her eyes once more as she heads back to the Performance hall. She smiles slightly, mirth forming at whatever may happen after she tells a certain someone of tonight's events.

"After all, most people who dare threaten a Fatui Harbinger's loved one must have a death wish."

Oh, poor Smith... She was pretty sure that she had to be collateral damage resulting from some greater political struggle, as she sat up ever so delicately in her seat and pointed a hand at herself. Well, her bosom - to be more specific. Her lips hung slightly from pure shock ,before she eventually shook her head in what seemed like an attempt to appease herself... Or her worries? Who knows.

"No, no," she insisted with a trembling gasp, "This can't be the case. You're... Uhhh... Joking, right? You don't seem like the type of person to kill someone at first glance anyways..." She took in a breath, then ran her fingers through her hair. Might as well look good even if her death was potentially imminent? Sure. She had a feeling that her husband was going to barge into the scene just after her assassin leapt away into the night, and then her death would be regarded as both a tragedy and a mystery... Likely both. How Romantic! She gasped again, then picked up a silk flower that had laid on her desk beforehand.

After a few seconds of just stroking the petals with her thumb, Smith eventually asked, "Is... Is that why I received a flower a few days ago? My husband gave it to me. He doesn't usually give me gifts, or anything, but-" She broke off, her voice suddenly becoming more urgent as she stood up to her feet and quickly shake her head.

"Oh, I didn't mean to slander him like that!" she cried out in a potential scolding at herself, "I mean... He's a good man, but... If you have any problems with me, you should..." Smith broke off to cough into her sleeve, as the young woman leaned back against her chaise. "... You should probably refer to him! I'm sure that he has, uh, something for you... Travelling warrior..." Now that I think about it, there sure are a lot of travelers who end up at this particular location, huh?

"So... Just... Give me a moment... Please?"

The young woman, only in her twenties or so, coughed into her sleeve before quickly calling out, "Johnson! There's, uh, a visitor who needs something! Can you come over here for a second? Please? I think... I think it's urgent! Please come! I-" Luckily, Smith was able to break herself off before her voice shook too much, but her body wasn't so lucky; her frame quivered in her seat while she eyed the polearm and silk flower equipped by the other, ready for use as needed. Of course, she did have her creatures with her, but she kind of forgot where exactly they were... Convenient.

It was going to be a blessing or a curse if Johnson came in time, no in-betweens. Emphasis on "if."

Smith gets to die inside!! as a treat!! mom said it's my turn to write a follow-up....

"You?!" 

They paused, then bark a breathy laughs.

"Assassinate?!" 

Lean closer like a zoomed screen.

"ME?!"

Seems like someone is finding a fun in this, Holjuma though about they would be a killed target once or twice, but never thought of someone who have, this appearance, will be a, assassin?! The black messy crow head hugs their tatoo-ed belly, stomping his heels on the floor, laughing, uncontrolled and deep hearty.

"Oh my fucking god, that was funny, I haven't heard any better jokes for a long time." Sitting up, finally, "Okay, okay, done my shit. Sorry for laugh at you pffff-" Holding another (loud) chuckle, Holjuma try to put the most wholehearted face, it doesn't look much alike because serious face who? Never heard of her. 

Deep inhale. "So? Who's hiring you to do this?" They either blind or must have a interesting way to spend their money, "You better stop right now if you were forced to do this, missy!" Holjuma hangs two arm behind the sofa, even when sitting, they still look like a stick man figure, "I'm not recommend to make a fuss" shaking her legs, "but the men's chief is a formidable dude, you can believe him protecting you from whoever threaten you." Holjuma knows, because he was once in that same situation. Buuuuuut not sure if you can still be a freeman.

"And if you do come here to slice my neck ear-to-ear," They make cutting throat gesture with a thumb, smile still unwaved as they straighten up their back, "No hard feeling, huh, the men's chief rooms are expensive." Said who are damaging the lavish floor carpets with a loudly challenging foot stomp, with more urgent tone but the leisure frame at its steadfast, "Take this outside, shall we?"

(aaaaa it's okay xD Pururin's reaction is so adorable, I'm sorry that Holjuma is a creep hshssjsjshj)

(omg i had to rewrite it three freaking times because my browser has gone crazy and decided to refresh the page just because it could do it...yeah, sorry for all the mistakes, i don't have energy to check it ;;)

"W-what? Assassinate m-me?! B-b-but why?! I did n-nothing wrong!" Pururin cried, her whole body shaking like a leaf. Why would someone go as far as to hire an assassin to kill her(especially someone as creepy as that tall person standing in front of her, why would they even talk to her anyway? They'd had so many chances to kill her already...maybe they were just some sort of a freak enjoying sufferings of others?) Of course she'd done some questionable stuff in the past, like dropping pizzas on very rude clients back to her pizza delivery days, or soe other...things, but she still didn't deserve to die! 

Oh if only Purcell were here...Right! I could try messaging him, my phone should be in the back pocket! I just need to distract them...ugh their smile is so creepy... with that thought in mind the cupid spoke again, "W-who hired you? I-i haven't d-done anything, I s-swear! I-is it money that you want? I-it's not a p-p-problem then! I can-" Good! The message could be sent now(though Pururin wasn't sure what exactlyshe'd typed as she couldn't see her phone, but still! It was her only way out of this situation after all...) Now she just had to press send button - it should be somewhere here- and... 

"Uh?!" The girl squeaked as she dropped her phone on the ground breaking it.

 OhnoohnoohnoohnoohnoOHNONONONONO!!!

Now her only chance to survive was to try to run/fly away, but it was highly doubtful that her "assassin" would allow her to do that. But at least trying was still better than not trying at all...And so Pururin ran...for a seond only before getting tangled up in her bandages and falling down flat on her face. Now that was definitely the end of her rather short but rather happy life. "P-please d-d-o it quickly" She whined.

Do it. Kill a child.

Maribelle, obviously, wasn't busy that evening. She slumped in her armchair by the window, the lower half of her body wrapped up in a fleece blanket, and in her hands laid a small book. What a loser. Even if Pururin wasn't hired to pummel the girl, who could blame her for doing it, anyway? #DeathToNerds. I've never read a book in my life.

As concentrated as she was, however, she hardly noticed the woman enter -- until she saw her pink hair out of the corner of her eye. Huh. That was new.

Maribelle looked up at Pururin, although just as she did, it came down... a tray. The girl yelped and wrenched herself out of the way of the platter as it fell to the ground, alongside a cup and kettle both full of tea, and a plate of cinnamon biscuits. The sound of porcelain shattering against the wooden floor followed, and all Maribelle got was a soaked book and blanket... Who even was this chick? Who in their right mind hired her?

She wormed her way from the shards, from the tea puddle, and from her dampened belongings. She lingered for a moment there, taking her sweet time to tearfully look down at her book. Pages upon pages of wet poetry... Oh, what a somber time this was. The girl shuddered, took in a deep breath, and... couldn't help but whimper out a pitiful sob. She almost forgot that the woman was here, and was now mentioning something about... murdering her? Uh-oh, sisters.

"You ruined it." She mumbled, as if her book was more important than the fact an assassin was after her. But, speaking of that, she then looked up at Pururin with a scowl. "What did I do?" she then snapped, "I'm not the-- the stupid--"

Did she do something wrong?

Dread settled in at long last. She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes shifted back down to the floor. The poison was seeping into the wood fast.

"If-- If you don't get out right now, I'm going to call for one of the guards," Maribelle threatened, "Or my uncle! Or-- Or my father!" Can't tell what's the worst outcome for Pururin. She already failed to force-feed the kid poison, so did she need this kind of bullshit? From a goddamn eight-year-old? "I'll do it! I'll do it now!" the girl shouted, "Father! FAAAATHER!"

@ np: if your character getting murked by a literal 8 yr old isn't your thing, you can always use her main profile instead since then she'd be more... murder-ready. either way, have fun.

(assuming she is 17, Souma would still consider her a child, though)

Well, this wasn't the first time Souma had an assassin on him, but it was the first time he had seen someone so young. He was always in tune with the forest around him, and he was on his feet with his father's katana brandished in front of him in an instant. He froze, however, upon seeing what looked like a little girl with a knife.
Souma had been raised as an assassin, and he killed a man at the age of 14 to prove that he was an adult, but this small girl seemed to young for this. Besides, his rite of passage was very one-sided to his favor. As far as Souma knew, this girl was a child with no prior experience against a man who had been an assassin the second he was born. His blue eyes narrowed angrily as he readied for a fight.

"I suggest you leave now. I do not intend to die yet, I made a promise!" He said, giving her a chance to run away. 

Then she lunged, Souma was barely able to hop back in time, heavily favoring his uninjured leg. The knife skimmed across his chest and he hissed in pain. Well, he was not going to die yet, despite how much fire burned in the girl's eyes. He launched himself forward, katana creating a silver arc as it flashed across his vision.

"If you survive, girl, I suggest you leave this life behind as I have. It will only lead to an unending cycle of revenge that no god can stop." He warned, deftly avoiding her next clumsy stab.

Souma had promised to leave the assassin's life behind, and he did not intend to kill the girl should he win. He knew a good doctor that he could take her to, and his intentions were to wound some sense into her, heal her, and vanish without a trace. 

Follow up Because uwu

"Wait," directed the young man before promptly getting up out of his seat and starting to pace throughout his study. Each step he made produced a somewhat noticeable crackling sound as his shoes stepped on broken glass, but he did his best to ignore both tat and the building dread inside of his gut. "Are you sure you want to kill me? I'm not the type of person to, well, really be the subject of this type of... Investigation, you know? I've distanced myself from politics a long time ago-" He broke off to glare at his would-be assassin, his lip curled back into a snarl while he eyed him with utter disdain.

"I'd want to keep it that way, thank you very much. If that contractor is targeting me because of something my parents did, then it's a low blow. A very, very low blow."

And it was true to some degree! Fitzgerald set quite the low bar, if only because his only talents were sketching animals in his notepad and bitching like there was no tomorrow. He also had virtually no extant political connections, instead preferring to dedicate his passions to research even though no prominent aristocratic branch had gotten involved in the field for centuries. That, of course, ignored the fact that his parents were rich... And influential... And controversial...

The young man paused for a moment before stepping up to the other and hissing, "Besides, I have a feeling that you don't even really want to do this. Why so?" A cold sneer made its way onto his face while he stared down the intruder and his visage. Ideally, the other's scarred face would falter just a bit, and then Fitzgerald would pounce from there like a dog; it was how his verbal approach worked when confronting anyone regardless of familiarity, so why change it now?

It at least made him feel safe in a world that was also out to get him...

Still, no trace of sympathy was in the intern's voice as he snarled further, "Someone on your trail? Put a knife to your throat and coerced you into doing this?" Fitzgerald paused, then... Flinched? Huh. He stood there blinking in an almost dazed manner for a few seconds, before giving his own head a rough shake and stepping back. "Well, sometimes," he mused aloud to nobody in particular, "people do the shittiest things for the sake of survival, huh? I wouldn't blame you, but it's still awfully low for you to be going for a total pacifist."

In spite of this declaration, though, Fitzgerald was quick to pick up a pen, then try throwing it at the other party's head to give him a light bonk as a warning. Like... That was going to work. He might as well be hoping that he wasn't awakening a sleeping tiger - just in case. Just in case.

in other words, Fitzgerald is dumb. kick his ass, Frederick. semi-quick follow-up time.

Frederick slowly turned around to gaze down icily at the young man and the strange creatures around him. "Assassinate?" he echoed, bemused. "How exactly? By commanding those creatures of yours? Or by nagging my ear off?" he smirked. Pushing his glasses up, he pointed at Fitzgerald's hand. "You're shaking, you know. There's not an ounce of bloodlust in you, and, unfortunately, I know you well enough to know you're not the type to literally go into a frenzy when you're upset. It's because of that that I'm willing to overlook the fact that you have threatened a cop-- a violation worth arrest. Why don't you tell me the full story? Is this the work of a bad day, or did someone scare you into doing this?"