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

"How long have you been standing there?" Graak asked. It was in the dark of night. A backstreet alley, with a corpse lying at the old ladies foot. Old blood had pooled underneath her shoes and had along dried.  Graak looked over her shoulder. Her face, unmoving, as her eyes met Sienna's. For a second, her gaze flicked down at the twin blades, before meeting the other's gaze again. "You are not here for him, are you not?" she simply asked. "You are here for me." Graak couldn't help but smile. One that grew crooked by the tearing scar over her lip. "You don't have to act kind around me, feint. Drop the mask. Be a monster," she said. "Who send you? I hope someone rich. Not someone foolish," she said. She pondered. Her finger tapping her chin. Graak slowly reduced the distance between them. An imposter and an ageing leader. What an eventful evening indeed. "Good," she said. "Ah. I remember your master. The director was no fool for sending you, instead of going himself. But, dear, can you make it quick? A blade in the gut." Graak paused, as she just directly stood before Sienna. Her stomach already resting against one of the blades. "Or bring me to him."
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Graak mostly assassinates by using poisons or other 'subtle' ways. 🤔. She's not above a blade or a gun, though. She's very easily convinced to not kill ur oc if they offer her something valuable or amuse them 👀 (lord knows, I love fake-outs) 

Snek crept through back alleyways of this damned human city. The smells messed with his sense of direction; no marking to tell where he could sleep in peace and quiet. No Scent marks to show where food could be gathered. But Snek wasn't to be here for too long. He was just here to check if everything was going according to plan. To make sure nothing could come to throw a wrench into his immaculate plans, and he could NEVER let one of his useless underlings fail at such an important task. But wait- sniff sniff was that what he thought it was?

Yes, it was a wad of horse meat. Snek's favorite! Snek surged forward to the bucket that was filled to the brim with the delicious wad of meat. A clawed paw reached out to take a healthy chunk, but instead of squishy meat, he felt his hand wrap around fur. A rat, it wasn't moving or thrashing against him. That was strange... why was a corpse on this great meat... WAIT! Poison! Throwing the meat back down Snek's mind began to roll over thee possibilities, who could have known his favorite food. Was it maybe his enemies back in Skavenbl- 

The readying of a gun's hammer interrupted his thoughts. Snek squirted the musk of fear as he turned to see a grizzled woman, with a gun pointed at his head.

NP: He is sticking his mutants on you, I am so sorry

SoPlain my bad mate. Dunno why I did that :)

Willow was just cleaning up the last few shot glasses left on the bar's counter when she heard something strange at the door. Like a huge slam.

She waited for a few seconds, then returned to cleaning the glasses till she heard it again. It sounded like someone repeatedly using their own body as a battering ram, trying to break down the door. Nobody else was in the casino at this time. It had locked up, all the patrons and staff had left for home, and her older sister was currently handling documents in her office near the back. So what could it be? The police maybe?

Willow carefully drew her shotgun from underneath the counter and aimed it at the door, waiting to see if they'd break down the door or not (she hoped not, they had enough trouble the last time it did). The sounds stopped for a moment, till the door suddenly fell and let in a horde of- were those rats!? Disgusting rats at that!!

Behind the posse of rodents stood a taller rat-man. He was hunched, and a bit disgusting looking. His face looked sinister and out for blood. This certainly was unlike any attack Willow had ever seen before, but she was down for a bit of pest-killing. With that, she aimed her gun at the rats and fired.

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@NP: Willow is a pretty skilled assassin in her mafia, despite the fact she's twelve. Her go-to is usually a gun or blunt-force, though she isn't afraid of a bit of poisoning or axes. Sorry

Simon never thought he'd be an assassin's target. But here he was now.

Just a moment ago, he'd been minding his own business at the cafe he was supposed to meet Johnny at. Something felt wrong - he couldn't put his finger on what it was, but it wasn't right. Simon scanned the busy cafe, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. His ear twitched, betraying how nervous he was as he grabbed his pocketknife from where it was hidden. He glanced down at his tea in front of him, narrowing his eyes slightly. He supposed he could go without it for a day.

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Simon prefers a blade or gun to poisons, but will go that route if he needs to. He doesn't fall for bribery easily but your OC could attempt it if they really wanted to

Circus simply smiled at Simon. The man appeared quite rough, his intimidating physique would be enough to make most people surrender, but for some reason the smile on Circus's face only grew bigger as he approached the former veteran. He knew the guy was there to assassinate him, and that was enough to convince Circus that he would make the perfect guest to his show. Yes, the show. He had an audience dying for another performance.

"Splendid. Why don't we take it up a notch?" 

Without warning, everything went dark, nothing but pitch darkness surrounding the two.

Then, the sound of a crowd cheering slowly emerged from a distance, progressively growing louder as the small ceiling lights turned on, revealing the roof of a circus tent. A man's voice boomed from what sounded like a loudspeaker, announcing the arrival of the performers. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to present to you today, our star performers for the "Russian Roulette" show! The fan-favorite, The entertainer," A spotlight appeared out of nowhere, revealing the silhouette of a man in a familiar-looking suit with hair in the shade of amethyst purple. "-and our special guest, the Dazzling Veteran!" Another spotlight flashed out of thin air, exposing Simon, which encouraged the crowd to cheer even louder. 

"Let the show begin!"

NP: Circus would either use unusual weapons like kitchen utensils or his necktie, or teleport both himself and your character to his circus to perform the most extreme stunts. He might change his mind about the assassination if you convince him into thinking that you're having the best time of your life.

She sensed Ren's presence behind her before even seeing him, she didn't have to turn her head either to know who it was.. There was only one person she had ever met who had the ability to send shivers down her spine, only one who made madness prick at the edges of her mind.

"Is this for me, or is it related to my husband?" Her voice, once shy and timid, had transformed into something entirely different. With a bored expression, Mine fiddled with the wedding band on her finger, absently spinning it. She had a certain certainty that if Ren had truly intended to end her life, she wouldn't be standing here now. Her existence might not currently hang in the balance, but that didn't mean Ren couldn't have a change of heart. She briefly contemplated whether she even cared anymore, wondering if it might be easier to embrace the prospect of death. The question loomed: was Ren the type to finish things quickly, or was he more inclined to prolong her torment?

Turning her head slightly, she cast a sidelong glance at him, and her eyes met his ever-present smile. "You don't appear to have changed at all," she remarked, Yet she had, he may as well be meeting someone entirely new. 

Four has to eat people- so if you're evil leaning, hurt people/ kill em them or whatever she def finds you fair game.  Monster hunters as well. 

Ajax's ears twitched, the faintest little sound of a leaf crunching underfoot alerted him to the man walking up behind him, he glared over his shoulder at the human, his golden eyes nearly glowing in the dark night, only illuminated by a single streetlamp. The street was otherwise empty, not a soul aside from Ajax and Emerson. Ajax just stood there, studying Emerson for a moment before he saw the glint of brass knuckles, the hitman spun on his heels, his pupils dilated, what once were little needle-thin slits now thick and slightly rounded pupils. Humans weren't that common in Crimsontide, let alone, those brave enough to approach Ajax- His appearance alone usually deterred them.

"The hell do you want?" Ajax asked, lips drawn slightly back in a small snarl that exposed his long, sharp teeth, the hitman's voice was low and deep like crackling thunder. In response, all he got was a swift, strong punch to the stomach. Ajax let out a small scoff, "You are strong. For a human." his tail lashed behind him, and he swung his claws at Emerson, who narrowly avoided taking the hit head-on, the razor sharp edge of the super soldier's claws still ripping his shirt. "I presume you were hired to do this." Ajax spoke, "I am going to be honest with you- Your employer most likely did not intend for you to survive.". Ajax grabbed Emerson's fist as he went to punch him again, his claws digging into his flesh, blood dripping down his wrist.

np: Ajax is a mob hitman and a super soldier, he uses his claws and teeth in place of weapons.

How curious. Nothing had ever dared to actively seek them, nor did anyone have a clue that Xerxes existed outside of their home planet. Perhaps their studies had unknowingly gotten them into some trouble. It was bound to happen someday, yet how much danger were they truly in? Rather than run or think of a way to fight back, their first instinct was to study the species before them. Humanoid, canine, large in size, and clearly aggressive. They didn't have time to search for information. For now, their research must be put on hold. 

"Do we have to do this now?" Xerxes asked, monotone and seemingly unthreatened by the situation, though they sure as hell were bothered by it. She pulled a device from her bag with an irritated sigh. A few buttons were pushed and a quiet, airy sound could be heard from overhead. It was a ship, and it had quietly landed beside them. 

Fleeing would be so much easier than sticking around to observe the fighting patterns and defense skills of said creature. This situation could work in their favor if they played their cards right, and with their ship already here, they could leave whenever they desired. Though Xerxes didn't often feel fear or danger, they knew they weren't immortal. There would be a good time to leave. "I suppose if you are planning on murdering me, I can give you a chance to try."

@ np Xerxes is a scientist from Pluto that often tries to kidnap things to study back on her planet: However, if enough of a fight is put up or they need a specifically dead specimen to study, they'll gladly go out and kill what they need.

(i hope this is ok!)

Upon hearing the news that there was an assassination plot against 6s, the object simply scrunched her fingers against her forehead. 

This wasn’t really surprising for 6s, considering how plots like this seemed almost everyday within her line of work. Get a bodyguard for a few days, arm herself, the works. But.. no. This wasn’t a “public sighting seen by Meeple executive” type ordeal, this was something else entirely, a more or less “uncommon specimen sighting.” 

Realizing this, 6s let out a breathy exhale as he cracked his knuckles with a shocked laugh— which sounded more like an exasperation. “I can never catch a break, can I? It’s like I have some crazy plot armor at this point, despite how common this is.” They grumbled under their breath, before looking exactly into who was hired to assasinate them. 

They went by Xerxes, an admittedly pretty name. A scientist from Pluto who studied various specimens, and they weren’t afraid to take out said specimens. And well, 6s was never known for going out with something he disagreed with peacefully, so he guessed that this plan made enough sense. 

At their desk was a notepad and pen. 6s didn’t normally do this, yet this wasn’t something normal, even for the circumstances. Her writing looked almost like scribbles from a child: a plea for her safety with the promise of payment. He sealed the letter inside an envelope, and hoped this desperate plea would be heard, or at least considered. Experimentation was a nasty way to go out.

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np: 6s is an investigative journalist who wouldn’t really resort to violence under most circumstances, yet if the stakes were high enough, she wouldn’t hesitate. please ping me, and if you have any questions don’t hesitate to pm me :)