"Lets go over our complete cover story and our roles. The last thing we would want is to inadvertently reveal ourselves to an overly curious noble or guard questioning us."
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Julius spends his time wandering about Harlus' estate, sometimes talking to himself. Most of his statements are platitudes or meaningless small talk, as if practicing how to act in the company of nobles. Each time it seems as if he was trying a different persona, such as an arrogant, bawdy fop or an ignorant charlatan. Looking through Harlus' inventory, Julius dresses in clothes befitting his noble status. He also wears some rings and necklaces to go with his attire.
"I can barely feel my wounds now. They won't be an issue for this mission. Harlus' medicae machines performed admirably. Say what you will about the nobility; when they pay for the best they get it."
"Do you have a guest list? It would serve us well to be familiar with the attendees."
Julius stiffens slightly at Harlus' statement, before he recomposes himself. "There's also the matter of weaponry and tools. The guards would never allow us to carry ours inside. We'd either need to procure them at the meeting or carry concealable gear."
"Has Lady Vira considered the possibility that the meeting might be a trap? At the same time though, she wouldn't dare enter her nemesis' stronghold. Not without something to ensure her safety."
Julius rises from his bed and stretches, getting clothed and performing his morning rituals. As he finishes, he gives Torald a nod and leaves for the dining hall.
Flicking the safety on, Julius stows away his rifle and pulls himself up. "Lead the way. Although, I believe I'll need someone to help me there in this state."
Julius contemplates her words before scowling. "While a bionic replacement would certainly be a boon, it would also mean a host of other problems. First is payment. Our noble inquisitor wouldn't sink good money on an unproven agent like me just yet. Likely, if anyone is to pay for the bionics and the expertise to install it, it'd be me. While my family does have the resources to pay for it, that would mean taking money out of the pittance we collectively possess. It would also mean a huge amount of downtime, which if I believe correctly, we don't have much of." Julius winces as he tries to shift around and avoid exacerbating his wound. "Believe me, as of right now, I'd love to get an bionic, but our limited resources puts it right out of our means."
Julius sags against the railing he took cover behind, before collapsing . He groans and replies as he reloads his gun. "Julius here. Took a few hits, but I'm alive."
Still reeling from the pain, Julius aims and fires at the merc who shot him.
Smirking at his successful kill, Julius shifts his sights and aims at the mercenary that attempted to attack Burgos before firing.
No longer suppressed, Julius pokes out of cover and aims at the merc ascending the stairs and opens fire upon him.
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Taking his time to aim, Julius fires a shot at the merc Gunther shot.
Deciding that it would be prudent to act, Julius fires his rifle at the merc to his left.
Unable to see through the smoke, Julius bites down on the urge to fire randomly into the cloud and remains still.
Eight armed unknowns? Hostiles. Likely killed the guard at the gate. Julius pulls out his hunting rifle, swiftly sliding in a magazine before chambering a round. He ascends the stairs, taking cover opposite of Gunther and flicking off the safety. "Right behind you."
Waiting for the man to leave, Julius broke his silence. "He is stressed and tense, great pressure mounts upon him, he seems fallible."
Julius resists the temptation to vomit quite well.
Julius gripped the badge and turned it over in his hands, observing it. Such a small trinket. Yet it represents but a mere fraction of the will of the Inquisition. By accepting this, we are accepting the fact that we are a part of that will. And that will is going to determine the fate of this miserable little planet. He slips it into a pocket in the clothes and follows Sister Vesta out of the room as quietly as he had entered.
Julius gazed around the table, scrutinizing his fellow acolytes. He gives Titanicus a glance, who meets it with his own. After a short moment, he nods. "My name is Julius Severinus. I am an assassin. I look forward to working together with all of you." With that, he reclined back into his seat, resuming his silence.
Character sheet for the Assassin: Done. |