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

The individual in front of Charlie is skinny and a good deal shorter than her. Had she not already known who he was, she would have been rather optimistic about fending him off, but as it was, she happened to be very aware of who he was and exactly how dangerous he could be. She had had only a moment's notice before the dart had sailed over her shoulder, mere centimeters away from her neck; it had been a combination of luck and instinct that had caused her to move, because surely it would have met its mark otherwise. And now Charlie had her own weapon drawn, a handgun trained on Vitya's head.

"Mr. Belyaev," Charlie smiles, a tinge of regret to her expression even as her hands remain steady, ready to jump into action should he try again. "You know, Alpha was truly hoping we could have worked together..."

Even as she speaks, she weighs the matter of whether she should just shoot. Attempting to approach, to wrestle the gun from his grasp or to restrain him would surely not end well, what with his penchant for biological weaponry, and the longer she stood here the more time he had to decide to try again. The vest under her jacket did not extend to her neck, after all, and there were always chinks-- hands, legs, head. Liabilities.

"Did your mother ask you to do this? It's so easy to see something as a threat, I wouldn't have been surprised if she felt the need to."

Incapacitate him? Keep him talking? Was it even possible to deescalate the situation when he was already an experienced killer? He's only seventeen years old, far younger than he should ever have to be for this. Even as Charlie's finger tighten ever so slightly on the trigger, on the verge of squeezing, her tone is genuine-- apologetic and gentle. "Can I ask you to lower the gun, Vitya? I don't know if I can change your mind, but let's talk."

She knew she'd have to shoot him at the first sight of danger, and she was ready to. But she wishes she didn't have to be, and wishes he didn't have to do this in the first place.

(thought it would be fun if i connected this a little to the flowers game teehee i hope this is okay!)

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NP: would appreciate it if you could give charlie's profile a look through! she's very fit and adept in hand to hand combat, and usually has a handgun, pepper spray, and a tazer on her, unless for some reason you want to try and kill her when she's training with other kinds of weapons lmao. also knows her way around security since thats her job. she would be somewhat upset about having to assassinate, but orders are orders and sometimes its necessary ... but also feel free to just do whatever lmao

Neptune heard a whisper from their ghost partner telling them that King Earle was going to assasinate them "Really" the blue haired demon chuckled, all i have to do is stare them into the eyes and the poor unfortunate soul will lose their life.

"But i am not one to use my unfortunate curse on others so i do have a knife collection handy along with a ghost army, i'll use that instead" they laugh as they slowly open the door "Now lets go friend"

ha! try and kill a mafia boss you wimp, *points gun * your little ghosts dont scare me as for a demon myself they cannot hurt me so.. *eyes narrow* try me

[ oo this is fun :D ]

Oppa stared at the demon, sludge wings spread open as they sharpened their claws.
 'You cannot kill me, for I am apart of the mother hive,' she spoke carefully, keeping her thoughts steady.  The others would know if she died, the creature of death was well known back on the mother planet. Oppa's tail swung behind her, flicking swiftly back and forth, back and forth. Flavius couldn't kill her. She wouldn't let him. 

'Let's see which is stronger, yes?'

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For the next person, Oppa is very skilled in battle and is well known for her ability in murdering other eldritch creatures. She will do anything to win, even if she destroys herself in the process.

SPOILER CAUSE! Length I thinks and the fact this rat is very gross...ALSO BODY HORROR CAUSE THIS MAN HATES HURTING RATS

NP: Snek is prolly fuckin, coming at you with rat monsters...No subtlety  

This was a mistake.

That thought alone burned in Kori's mind as she succumbed to her assassin's horrible tactics. She could handle pain. She dealt with pain before. She couldn't handle how damn good she felt as she bled out, unable to do even so much as desperately crawl away from Serpent. It hurt terribly. She wanted to feel more of it. She wanted to leave her body for dead. She wanted to stay trapped in the bliss forever. Did she have to bleed? Did it have to end? Did it have to continue? Did it--

No, this was definitely a mistake. What the hell was I thinking, looking into the Organization to see what they were up to? I'm gonna die here. 

The poison on her lips consumed her with burning euphoria, and she couldn't even wipe the sting of fresh tears from her eyes.

Gods damn it, I'm gonna like it.

Kori's only salvation at this point was that Serpent wasn't aware of her ability to revive herself. She heard rumors of Serpent's power extraction, and if that happened to Kori, would she still be able to come back to life? She prayed Serpent would leave her for dead soon. Kori wanted to play dead. That would have required her to ignore the intense pain and the thrilling euphoria that clutched her. Kori hoped her bullet-ridden limbs would bleed faster; if she was lucky, Serpent would hit an artery. 

Yes, for Kori, the only way to respond to an assassin is exactly as they would wish of her -- to die, at least for now. 

@ np, Kori would likely only try to assassinate someone if she perceived them as really dangerous or in a lot of danger already, but she definitely wouldn't be good at it. She also is desensitized to death, so she likely would think she is 'saving' someone by killing them, as she tends to forget not everyone can revive after dying like she can. 

NLG paused in surprise as he felt the knife hit through his back. With a blink and a few thoughts, he came to realize that it had gone through the area where his lung should be. So, an assassination attempt? Interesting. NLG was dangerous, he knew that. But was he really dangerous enough to warrant an assassination?? Whatever had happened, the wolf was quite confused. 

He slowly turned around, honestly hoping to not scare whoever had attacked him too much. He gently removed the knife from his own back and admired it for a moment, even though it was now entirely covered in blue. Gently, he held it out to Kori, handle side facing her as he held the blade.

"Uh....this yours?"

NP: NLG, despite being Death, is honestly a little stupid. Perhaps he was tricked in to going after your character, thinking they were previously working for a god that NLG had recently had to deal with?

Anwell felt an unknown presence near him. It was nighttime and as someone who isn't a fan of the night, Anwell's senses were heightened in case anything happened. After all, something threatneing always happens at night. Immediately, he's on the defensive, unsure of what to expect since recently things have been peaceful for the Elf Kingdom. Maybe one of the family's enemies decided to do a surprise attack? Anwell took a dagger laying inside one of his drawers, ready to fight an intruder.

"Hurry and come out!" Anwell shouted and waited for the intruder's next move. What he sees is a beast emerging from the darkness, and Anwell felt more threatened. While he didn't recognize the creature in front of him, he's not putting his guard down. The two of them start fighting, but there was something off about it. Just what is this beast's reason for coming here? The beast was seeming less and less threatening, and it started annoying Anwell.

"Ugh, how annoying!" Anwell said as he pushed the beast up against the balcony railings. His patience was running thin and he reacted as if he was having an argument with someone instead of a physical fight. "What are you here for?!" He demanded, not pushing the beast off the railing.

@ NP: Anwell only assassinates someone when he's ordered to by the elf kingdom. He's very cold and stubborn when he's in assassin mode, since he's devoted to the elf kingdom and doesn't want to lose his place.

At first, Lojban was at a complete loss for words. He just stood in place, analyzing the demeanor of his assailant, pretending that it took him more than a split second to do so. The other’s cold gaze persisted, appearing a tad annoyed at this prolonged silence.
Lojban could barely contain his amusement.

“Do you know who I am?” Lojban asked rhetorically, cracking a smile. “Those idiots from your kingdom, the ones who sent you here to kill me, do they know who I am?” A small chuckle escaped from his mouth. “Because if they did, you wouldn’t be here. You know where you’d be instead? You’d be frantically evacuating your entire kingdom right now.”

That little threat did not make Anwell back down. If it frightened him at all, it was not effective enough to scare him off. It didn’t matter anyway; this was only the beginning.
”Still determined, I see…well, maybe we should put this off until tonight. The night sky is so beautiful, don’t you agree?” His grin grew wider. “Isn’t that your favourite time of day?”
Lojban laughed malevolently. Then, he let out an agitated exhale, and his disposition turned impatient.

“Okay, wow, you…you just won’t leave me alone, will you? You clearly don’t understand what you’re getting yourself into. You think loyalty to your kingdom is more important than making rational decisions? Well, alright then. You know what, if they want an assassination, they can have one. But they’re not going to like how it ends.”
The moment after Lojban stopped talking, a voice that sounded exactly like his own echoed from the skies above, and he looked his assailant dead in the eyes.

“Let’s begin.” 

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NP: Lojban is an A.I, he is an extremely skilled fighter, he’s always calculating the best move to do next, and his reflexes are very fast. He might be able to be stopped(or just subdued) with brute force and/or powerful magical abilities, but if your oc has neither…good riddance.

Dangerous. Dangerous.

“Who sent you?” Boss says coldly, his pistol a mere few inches from their face. The air is filled with a familiar copper-y smell. Fear thrums through him (though only of his own accord) as he allows the feeling to consume Helpful Bunny. They might not look like the type to get scared, but he can make them.

“Or were you just murder-happy? Killing others for the sake of your animalistic urges?” Higher security should be on the way now. Boss can feel his artificial fear getting stronger. He's honestly considering on putting more bullets in them and calling it a day. “Explain yourself.”

note for np: honestly... boss doesn't assassinate or kill people unless he sees it highly necessary (i,e: if whatever he's killing is a danger to society/etc). he's surprisingly good at combat (with guns). feel free to pick anyone else in the same folder as him if you don't have any ideas!