Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 4, 2014 19:13:24 GMT
"Informants are a crucial job, as is the one of our dear 'reapers' here present. If we are the heart, head and hands of the association, the spies are our eyes and ears. They are the ones who provide names to your lists, who inform more about those whom those names belong the shadows that preceed and follow our own shadows. Which is why, this hide-and-seek game can be as dangerous as any assassin job, and they are no more innocent than us."
"Tonight we'll be welcoming exactly eight new little siblings into our family." The redhead stepped around the stage after the aspirants to the informant job all had climbed and positioned themselves, walking behind them and placing a hand on the top of Eryn's head and another girl who was standing close to her, and then glancing at the other six that composed the standing up row, and gave each of them a small picture. "These are your targets; don't let yourselves be noticed and watch them from a distance till daybreak, then come back and report what happened to either me or Stephen. Play well and last until the morning and I'll buy you another bag of doughnuts." She whispered the last part, between careful and playful before focusing her speech on the audience again. Anyone with any bare math knowledge would see 8 candidates upon the stage, but also 8 informants - the total was 16. Which meant there would be a reaping. "How many of them will be the candidates to wear our hoods, and how many our ever-watching eyes is up to them. Start your bets if you will, gents and lasses: the losers will be wiping the ones who fail here - and their remains."
She gave a couple minutes for the will-be-informants to dart off and hide, before a bucket of cold water was splashed on one of the sleepers' head. The guy woke up with a gasp, shivering of the chilly damp feel and waking the others with either the noise or the shaking as they were all bound to each other still. Now this part was the standard introduction for the assassins trial.
"Welcome," the redhead told the newly-awaken ones with a neutral voice, still standing behind them where would not be seen by any but the crowd of faceless hoods and berets, a neutral tone of voice that was neither warm nor cold and lacked any emotional inflexion (in a way sounding more eery than Matches would manage to be in their narrow backstage cellar). She let the hand drop the bucket back down to his side, and continue:
"You have been brought here on account of having done something that either impressed us, or... infuriates us." A hand was raised again to tap the wet guy's back, whick coused him to shriek like a scared little girl and made some people stiff snickers. "Either way, this means you were practicing your... peculiar abilities in our territory, "unsponsored" so-to-speak, by the lot of us. None of you are innocent blossoms, so we know to be truth, despite any shrieking or plea. But since you all seem like agreeable practitioners of our work, we have decided to give you a chance: Only one." The air grew stale as her voice dropped slightly.
"If you're thinking to yourselves now that this is going to be some kind of school-boy initiation where we blindfold you and feed you maggots, you are mistaken. If you're thinking this trial is optional you are likewise mislead. Each one of you has shown our organization that you have a certain lust for shadowy justice and we cannot allow you to continue your behaviors ungoverned by the code:"
"Do not blow your cover. Do not compromise the Association. Do not shed blood without reason." The crowd chanted, some with grins shaded be the ambient, others with indiscernible expressions.
"Those are your duty, and only rules to remember. We’re not indiscriminate murderers, we purge them from the streets. We only write off the criminals and dangerous elements that our ‘lovely’ military fails to. Therefore, it'll be up to you to follow the code, or fall on the list the code strikes off."
There was a shuffling sound as the unseen members of the shadows began to withdraw weaponry, free their hands for spell casting, and such. The air grew thin and full of tension. When the silence stretched, Epikuro tugged a wire that crossed the edge of the stage and got tangled at the ceiling. The movement caused the wire to retract with a snapping sound, releasing the tied grip over fists and ankles and literally tossing the candidates forward or backward with the momentum while a couple ones screeched at the aching hard strings scratching their limbs before getting loose, and then they received a picture as well - with, obviously, the otherspy candidates faces.
"This trial will be simple, but deadly. Your target is within the Theater; you have till daybreak to kill them. It's a pass/fail grade, so do not try to flee and give it your best shot. Because you will only get one. Better be ready."
"Tonight we'll be welcoming exactly eight new little siblings into our family." The redhead stepped around the stage after the aspirants to the informant job all had climbed and positioned themselves, walking behind them and placing a hand on the top of Eryn's head and another girl who was standing close to her, and then glancing at the other six that composed the standing up row, and gave each of them a small picture. "These are your targets; don't let yourselves be noticed and watch them from a distance till daybreak, then come back and report what happened to either me or Stephen. Play well and last until the morning and I'll buy you another bag of doughnuts." She whispered the last part, between careful and playful before focusing her speech on the audience again. Anyone with any bare math knowledge would see 8 candidates upon the stage, but also 8 informants - the total was 16. Which meant there would be a reaping. "How many of them will be the candidates to wear our hoods, and how many our ever-watching eyes is up to them. Start your bets if you will, gents and lasses: the losers will be wiping the ones who fail here - and their remains."
She gave a couple minutes for the will-be-informants to dart off and hide, before a bucket of cold water was splashed on one of the sleepers' head. The guy woke up with a gasp, shivering of the chilly damp feel and waking the others with either the noise or the shaking as they were all bound to each other still. Now this part was the standard introduction for the assassins trial.
"Welcome," the redhead told the newly-awaken ones with a neutral voice, still standing behind them where would not be seen by any but the crowd of faceless hoods and berets, a neutral tone of voice that was neither warm nor cold and lacked any emotional inflexion (in a way sounding more eery than Matches would manage to be in their narrow backstage cellar). She let the hand drop the bucket back down to his side, and continue:
"You have been brought here on account of having done something that either impressed us, or... infuriates us." A hand was raised again to tap the wet guy's back, whick coused him to shriek like a scared little girl and made some people stiff snickers. "Either way, this means you were practicing your... peculiar abilities in our territory, "unsponsored" so-to-speak, by the lot of us. None of you are innocent blossoms, so we know to be truth, despite any shrieking or plea. But since you all seem like agreeable practitioners of our work, we have decided to give you a chance: Only one." The air grew stale as her voice dropped slightly.
"If you're thinking to yourselves now that this is going to be some kind of school-boy initiation where we blindfold you and feed you maggots, you are mistaken. If you're thinking this trial is optional you are likewise mislead. Each one of you has shown our organization that you have a certain lust for shadowy justice and we cannot allow you to continue your behaviors ungoverned by the code:"
"Do not blow your cover. Do not compromise the Association. Do not shed blood without reason." The crowd chanted, some with grins shaded be the ambient, others with indiscernible expressions.
"Those are your duty, and only rules to remember. We’re not indiscriminate murderers, we purge them from the streets. We only write off the criminals and dangerous elements that our ‘lovely’ military fails to. Therefore, it'll be up to you to follow the code, or fall on the list the code strikes off."
There was a shuffling sound as the unseen members of the shadows began to withdraw weaponry, free their hands for spell casting, and such. The air grew thin and full of tension. When the silence stretched, Epikuro tugged a wire that crossed the edge of the stage and got tangled at the ceiling. The movement caused the wire to retract with a snapping sound, releasing the tied grip over fists and ankles and literally tossing the candidates forward or backward with the momentum while a couple ones screeched at the aching hard strings scratching their limbs before getting loose, and then they received a picture as well - with, obviously, the otherspy candidates faces.
"This trial will be simple, but deadly. Your target is within the Theater; you have till daybreak to kill them. It's a pass/fail grade, so do not try to flee and give it your best shot. Because you will only get one. Better be ready."