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

Sade sat on the warm Earthen ground, under a tree. She had a long nap, so she was still just barely awake. She almost didn't even notice when the demon walked up to her.

Pupil-less eyes flicking up to him, she jumped back in surprise. 

"Oh my tallest-- Um, hi there!", she said, smiling awkwardly at the demon. "I didn't actually see you there. Do you, uh, need something?"

"Yes actually", the demon spoke in a charming voice. "I am King Earle, the one and only. Your King, your Higness... and your End."

"Excusemewhat?", Sade said before King Earle lunged at her. Sade may not have the best reflexes, but she somehow managed to dodge this strange man.

King Earle laughed. "Stupid.. uh... you're a girl, right?"

Sade's face turned blue. "None of your business! Why are you even attacking me?"

The demon smiled. "It's my duty to kill you. I was given this order by a mysterious man. The price was very fair, and I've heard killing aliens is an easy task, so I took this chance. Now hold still, sweetheart, you're wasting my time." 

King Earle's hands were suddenly drowning in magic, as he lunged for Sade again, pinning her this time. 

"Stop! It is not my time to leave the Earth yet! Couldn't you at least wait a couple years??", Sade whimpered, squirming.

He laughed. "No."

"Wow hey, I'm just a pilfer," Salvador said as he raised both hands. He had no clue of what's going on. One minute he was cutting some purses, running from the Watch, the normal stuff. The other moment a green humanoid thing corned him and threatened him for his life.
The few Teeth inside of the purse couldn't be that, special. His life couldn't be that value that, someone took the time to put a price on it. He was in fact, just a long-fingered pilfer.
This must be a mistake. It had to be.
Sade's black colored eyes, her razor-sharp teeth made Salvador's stomach twist. He had never seen something like her before and he had never heard from the words 'uriken', 'alien', 'outer space' before. But her message, was clear as day. She was looking for someone, with blond hair and his height, and that someone had to die.
"Listen mylady Urilien from Outer space," Salvador said, "I have no clue what your talking about or why ya after me, but please let me go. Pretty please?" He pleaded. 

"Oh my, you gotta be kidding me! Someone sending a lowlife theif to kill a demon? They must be desperate." Tomoko laughed it off, but after seeing that look that meant that Salvador was actually serious about assassinating him, he grew a mean face.

"Look, I can do many things that could hurt you. Trip you up, light up those clothes of yours, lash your face off with my fire whip. If I was you, I'd turn tail and run away as fast as possible." Tomoko took a defensive stance, brushing some hair away from his face. "But if it had to come down to a fight, so be it."

“Holy shit, a demon who is gonna assassinate me? Pathetic. I may not look like much, but I turn your life upside down.” This short Japanese man boast, cracking his knuckles. “In a physical fight? Nooo, but sooner or later, Ican find you weakness.” He gave a small smirk and a chuckle. He didn’t care that the demon will kill him, but he knows how to make it public.

“Pfft, please. I stabbed my own classmate with a fucking pencil in the hand! The hand! Multiple times till I got kicked out of my own school! Hah!”

Joey bounced down the street happily chewing on a roast she stole from a butcher shop, ignoring the gash in her leg. Sure, the butcher’s knife had hit but, it wasn’t a big deal, if she can survive being harpooned multiple times she could survive a slash to the leg. Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps approach. She gave a slight growl before turning to look at the irritation. Huh, a grown man as small as her? That was kind of neat but, other than that nothing stood out about him. She sat down to eat her roast, ignoring the small man.

“Face me wyvern, your life ends here.” The man declared proudly while cracking his knuckles.

Joey cackled, dropping the roast on the ground. Judging by his scent he was just an everyday human, nothing special. She couldn’t even feel magic to drain from him which hammered in the idea that he was common.

“go away or I’ll eat your soul.” She hissed, she wasn’t kidding she could and would.

“go ahead I am already dead inside.” He answered.

Joey giggled, it had been a while since she heard a non-wyvern joke like that. Another human who wasn’t a pansy about death, an okay human. Muffled giggles spilled out as she held the roast in her mouth as she climbed into an open window, she preferred to eat alone.

"Well, that's unexpected!" Dennis said in his normally joyous manner. "You wanted to meet me? Wow so cool, didn't think I would have fans!" Dennis glances at the way Rennie is fiddling with his sweater. "Do you feel itchy?" "N-no," Rennie replies. Dennis turns around, but as he was turning, he saw a silver glint of a very sharp object sticking out from under the sweater.

"Sp that's what your here for, huh?" Dennis inquires. "Didn't think that they would actually send an assassin to kill me. Well, they know they can't do that, now can they?" Dennis stalks over to Rennie, eyeing him up and down. "Scrawny, a bit angelic." Dennis says as he looks at Rennie's wings and halo. "They sent you to assassinate me? Well good luck."

As Rennie tries to attack, Dennis throws a massive amount of cards in the air, disappearing behind them without a trace. "Better luck next time!" Dennis shouts while perched on the rooftop of the building behind Rennie. Rennie turns around, only to see the leftovers of a smoke screen.

"Wh-What?? Kill me? I... Uh.. W-Why?!"
All he had wanted to do was see a nice magic show! It had been so long since he'd seen a magician, he had stopped going when he was convinced his bad luck was affecting their work (since it was the third magician who caught on fire). But dammit, he missed it! The spectacular, mind-bending tricks, the talent, the charisma, he just had to see it one more time!
But instead of a bunny or a dove coming out of that hat there was a gun! Still thinking it was part of the show, Ethan sat there dumbly as the gun was pointed at him. It was when the bullet dug into the table next to him and people ran off in terror that he realized hey, maybe this isn't good.
Ethan stumbled off his chair and hid behind it as if it was big enough to shield him. "I-I-I don't know w-why you're doing this or w-who sent you b-but I've gotta be the wrong guy! I-I haven't talked to anyone, honest! I-Is this revenge for all those magicians in the past? W-We can work this out! Just put the gun down and CALM DOWN!"

Sedma was no stranger to assassination attempts. It wasn't uncommon for an assassin to become a target sooner or later for various reasons. This wouldn't be the first, but it was certainly one of the strangest. From what he could tell, Ethan was relatively harmless and had little (if any) experience with killing. With a disdainful scowl, the assassin crossed his arms, deciding to directly confront the young man.  "You're joking, right?" Sedma's voice was low as he continued to look Ethan over. "They sent you to kill me?! Did they tell you who I was? That I've been doing this for nearly thirteen years? You're not even armed!" It was rare that Sedma would raise his voice this much, but the assassin was shocked. What the hell kind of joke was this supposed to be?

"Look. This is ridiculous, and I should kill you for having the very gall to try this, but why don't we make a deal instead." Fishing one of his needles out of his sleeve, the assassin looked down at Ethan, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint, predatory smile. "Tell me who hired you, and maybe I'll let you go." It amused the assassin that given the situation, one would think he'd be the one begging for his life, not making demands. Perhaps if he had a more intimidating assassin, he may have been more uneasy. As it was, he was confident Ethan couldn't hurt him. Sure it might backfire, but he didn't seem to think it would.

EDIT: heck, I'm claiming @Lokisdottir too

Omen answers the knock on their door, only to find themself face-to-face with a person...or not exactly. His skin is green as a corpse's, dark bangs obscuring his eyes.

They stare each other down for about half a minute, before the strange boy tremblingly blurts, "I-I'm here to kill you!"

"Mmhmm, not the most professional modus operandi, but I'll take it," they replied, stroking their chin. "How will it go? Knife in my chest? Poison in my wine? Accidental electrocution? Autoerotic—"

With each suggestion, their visitor grows more distraught in face, until he is shaking his head vigorously at every other word, arms folded tight around his chest.

"Come on, sweetie! I know you don't want to be doing this. Besides, how do you mean to do this, cute me to death? It's almost working, I'll say." Omen almost can't resist reaching out to pat the boy's head. "Even if I were alright with being killed—which I can assure you I am absolutely not—I couldn't do this to you, you poor dear~! I've got homes in ten cities and associates who can cook up a convincing crime scene. What d'you say?"

(skip me, I forgot to claim Thanaturgist , but I wrote a long scene and I haven't the heart to discard it)

When you've spent a good half of your life on the run, one would think you'd be a bit more cautious, but Chance was far from that at the time being. Running late, they had opted to take a shortcut through one of the shadier parts of town, casually browsing a video on their phone as they walked. It seemed like they weren't paying attention to their surroundings at all until a figure blurred behind them, slashing downward. Chance moved to dodge, but just a bit too late; the blade caught their shoulder and with a startled yelp, dropped their phone. Blood oozed sluggishly from the wound and they found themselves cursing slightly as they turned to face their assailant. In the dark, it was difficult to see anything specific, but Chance guessed they were a woman and judging by the other shadows shifting in the distance, it seemed like she had brought backup. Escape was going to be difficult, if not impossible. Lovely.

The situation was certainly daunting, but thankfully for Chance, there was the smallest ray of hope. If their assailant thought them alive, Chance could use that to their advantage. At least long enough to buy themselves some time to escape. Again, she slashed at Chance, who whirled to face her, the streetlights in the distance reflecting slightly off of Jayden's fake eye. This time, Chance avoided the slash, and they pulled their own knife, lunging in return. Jayden, having more experience in fights like this, managed to sidestep it without too much effort. Jayden's next slash caught Chance's wrist, dangerously close to the red bracelet they wore Shit. 

Knowing if the fight was drawn out for too much longer, the risk of Jayden damaging the bracelet that allowed Chance to keep their form would go up, they decided it might be better to try something potentially desperate. Letting out a yell, Chance charged at Jayden, then past, flinging their knife at one of the companions guarding the edge of the alley, and darting through the gap he made when he dodged the blade. Not one to squander a situation, Chance continued to flee, making a beeline for their home. It was more defensible there at the very least, and if they were lucky, maybe their boyfriend would also be there to help.

Even after escaping Jayden, and running for what felt like ages, Chance noted they were still being followed at a distance. Their would-be assassin seemed to have a lot of connections and they were going to have a lot of trouble getting themselves out of this situation, but maybe Chance could find someone willing to help. And potentially a way to retrieve their knife.

(Sorry , maintenance got in the way)

A ghost.

Mercy had been drinking again, hadn’t he?

Sober. You aren’t normally sober.

Mercy silently made his way across the room, his calm and intimidating demeanor dropping as soon as he had stopped in front of this..

Thing.

Assasin. Danger?

He examined them, his fiery fingers gripping a hidden gun in his pocket, just in case.

They can’t be that assasin the letter spoke of. You’re just paranoid.

“Who’re you, stranger? And how’d ya get here? An’ don’ be lookin’ for a fight, stranger. Ah don’t fight no innocents.”

Knife. It has a knife.

Mercy quickly drew his gun. “An’ get ridda tha’ Knife ya got there.”

Although, his gun won’t fire. It’s fake. But would you notice?

He stands there, defensive but unwilling to look scared. His heart was a cold void anyway, a stark contrast to his white hot exterior.

No, he wasn’t scared. He was just confused. Sure mercenarys weren’t looked up to in many ways, but to send somebody after him? The highest ranked in the galaxy?

Whoever had hired his.. ghost, was most likely just rubbed the wrong way.

He lowers the “gun”.

MERCY IS SPARING YOU