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Sin frowns softly, eying the Guards stance with an air of mistrust. There was something off about how the man stood, eager and a little too self assured. He was looking for a fight, or something more sinister. There was just that feeling about the city today. Casually running his hand down his sleeves, he made note of the two blades he had stashed there, in case of an emergency, and smiled coolly. 'If things go bad at least I am prepared!' He stuck to the back of the group, keeping his eyes peeled for danger, his hand never far from the hilt of the wakizashi that rested at his lower back.
Slipping the hood of his cloak up over his head, Sin casts an eye at the sky above, frowning softly behind his mask. 'A lovely day for an execution...' he sighed, running a practiced hand over his gear one last time, to insure it was all there, before he slipped back in through the gates of the mansion. He had spent some time, over the last couple of days, staking out the old Mayors mansion, in the hopes of finding a trace of the Red Mantis assassin, that had finally done for the old wretch. The presence of the Mantis always made Sin nervous. They were cold hearted, cold blooded and all together vile. 'Like me only female...' He grinned softly, before shaking his head. He stopped outside the door, looking up at the mansion, a small frown crossing his face. 'Poor Emilia... Today can not be easy for her...'
Sin sticks to the back of the group, staring around with dull, uninterested eyes. The news of his borrowed time was not that surprising really. He had a bounty on his head in more than one city. 'I live or I die... That has always been the way!' Reaching up to lazily run a hand through his hair, he smirks softly, behind his mask. The young Lord Starse was indeed an entertaining man... to watch atleast. 'He got Ed and Phaedra in the soup too, just by running his mouth. The man is a wonder...' Sin grinned, the motion pulling at the corners of the mask. He frowned softly at the mention of the Red Mantis. The Mantis were elite, the best of the best. If one was after the Mayor, he was as good as dead. "But... He was my mark..." He sighs softly, his head hanging dejectedly. 'Damn Mantis...'
Sin shrugs, playing with the eye patch. "I have heard of rumors and ledgends but never believed them and never seen one myself. Can't for the life of me remember much about it..." Sin shrugs, less interested in the fallen foe, than he is in the area around them. "Do you think this is what Emilia was looking for? This woman I mean?"
Pulling the Wakizashi from the sheath across his lower back, Sin twirls the blade in his hand, as he moves towards the woman, circling wide, to come up behind her, placing her between himself and Edgar. Waiting for an opportune moment in the trade of blows, Sin ducks in, twisting and sending his blade darting towards her.
Sins' blade slashes deep in to the womans' thigh, causing her to stumble for a moment, before, fueled by his success, Sin lashes out a second time.
Sin grins silently to himself, before pulling his bag from his shoulder and reaching in to it, pulling out a load of clothing. "Stand still..." He steps towards Edgar and begins to fix his costume.
Stepping back to look at his work, he nods softly, before moving on to Tellar.
Stepping back once more, he grins broadly. "Wow... Good look for you Tel. Think about keeping it!" He frowns for a moment, before reaching in to the bag once again. "My turn..." He turns his back on the two men, before beginning.
As he turns back around, he itches at the eye patch he is wearing and screws his face up, before speaking in a thick, uneducated accent, directing his words to Tellar. "Ar Cap'n it do be yer jab now. Tell me and Gibbs ere when ye be wantin us ta go!" He laughs softly, itching at the eye patch again. "Well no one will recognise us now... Reckon we could rob Eaton for fun when we are done?"
Sin stands up, stretching and sighing. "Well damned if that was not a beautiful meal. I like it here ya know Ed? Tis a nice place!" Turning towards the door, Sin sees Tellar and waves in greeting, before making his way towards the older man. "Not much. But neither would you if you had wine and wenches!" Sin laughs softly, patting the man on the back. "Glad you're with us Tel!"
Oh Sin doesn't wanna kill anyone either... But fire is fun! :D Hmm. Well depending on who shows up, we can chop and change the plan. For example... Tellar comes, so now we have a "drunk" sailor to try stumble on to the ship, before asking directions to a particular Inn. This distracts the guards, we clamber up the ship... BOOM! We are on and off before anyone notices! :D
Smiling broadly, Sin inclines his head to the woman in thanks, before speaking. "Two ales and two tankards of water please Miss!" As she heads off to get the drinks, Sin leans in, breathing in the aroma of the stew, smiling contentedly. Taking the opportunity, Sin begins to whisper to Edgar. "We stay here for an hour then make our way to the boat. We forego the prostitutes and just sneak on to the boat. If it is too guarded when we get there, we set alight to a warehouse. Seem like a plan?"
Swinging down from the lithe mare he had chosen for himself, Sin hands the reigns to a stableboy, before tossing him a couple coppers for his trouble. Sliding his mask down around his neck, where it pools like a black scarf, Sin looks to Edgar, before nodding and heading towards the door. Pushing his way in to the interior of the Fang, Sin moves to a seat, near the hearth, placing his back against the wall, and looking out over the Tavern with a smile, keeping his eyes peeled for danger. He smiled easily at the serving girl, before speaking. "Greetings m'Lady. I know we are late to the Tavern tonight but I wonder, could you find some of whatever is in the pot for me and my friend here? There is some coin in it for you!" He grinned and winked, slipping a silver coin from his sleeve, before closing her hand around it. "We just blew in to town this evening on the tide. Blue skies and still waves. A lovely journey. I need some food to fill me, a drink to calm me and a woman to please me!" He winked and laughed softly.
Sin shrugs softly, agreeing with Edgars assesment of the situation, before arching his eyebrows softly, as if to say "Really? You are asking the near mute Ninja to speak?", before shrugging once more and nodding softly. "I will speak. We will need to bring dry clothes with us. Pack a bag and meet me in the stables in ten!" He turns on his heels and strides back to his room. Sin empties his backpack on the the bed, before filling it once more, with clean clothes, a clean length of toweling and some shuriken. Tying the top of the pack, he slings the light pack over his shoulder, before sliding the deep cowled cloak on over his head, pulling up the hood and heading out the door. Reaching the stables, he picks out two small, lithe chestnut mares, non descript and easy to handle and begins to saddle the pair, as he waits for Edgar.
Sin bows to Emilia before following Edgar out of the room. He stands there for a moment, head cocked in thought, before speaking. "Well...We need to head to the docks, find us a seedy tavern and set in for the night. We wait till it is dark, then we go find some..." he looks at Edgar for a moment, seeming to imply something more than he is willing to say, "women..." He coughs softly, before continuing. "We pay these women to seduce the Guards protecting the gangplank to the ship. We swim to the ship under the cover of darkness and climb up the mooring rope to the deck. We look around and find what we can, then slip back over the side again. Seem like a plan?" Sin begins to check over his weapons slowly, making sure everything is in place.
Sin pauses, staring at Edgar for a moment, before bowing his head in acceptance. "Well then we are settled. It would be best if we post haste then. The hour is getting late. We will likely need a reason to be down at the docks, so I suggest we head to a Bar first, down some cheap ale and get a feel for the pulse of the city!" Having worked as a sometime Assassin and spy, Sin is no stranger to the art of misdirection. "Lady Emilia, would we be permitted to borrow some horses from your stables?"
Sin bows to Emilia before taking his seat. As Emilia begins to speak, Sin frowns softly, staring at Edgar out of the corner of his eye. 'Edgar seems to be a honest man... But he is madly in love with Miss Emilia... Poor man is caught in a trap here!' Sin shrugs softly, before he begins to speak. "I do not dare to question you, Lady Valdemer but..." He frowns for a moment, before speaking once more. "Edgar is, from what I have seen, an honest man. I do not suggest that he will not do this, but I would just like to put this out there, to both of you, I will do this alone, if needs be. I am more than familiar with the wrong side of the law. A little breaking and entering is nothing to me. It is up to you both, of course!"
When Emilia asks leave to detain Sin from the meeting, his eyes light up. 'I can take being a Scout for Emilia over Starse's companion any day. At least this way I get the title Scout instead of plain old companion!' As the Elf closes the door behind him, Sin stares around the room and smiles faintly. 'Simple, small and cozy. I like it!' Sitting his backpack on the bed, Sin pulls out the leather armor he "borrowed" off the pirates, before sliding it in to a drawer, adding the belt with the thin, stiletto esq daggers before sliding the door shut. 'Extra gear stored. Check!' He took a moment to wash and brush out his hair, before binding it back up and slipping in to a clean tunic and pants, just before the door swung open and Edgar entered. Sin smiled openly, his face uncovered and gestures towards the bed. "Take a seat Cap'n. I'll be right with you!" Sin turned back to his gear and began to stow things about his person, before sliding on his armor. Nodding to Edgar to lead on, Sin closes the door and follows!
As the other ships pull in to view, Sin pulls the mask from his face, sticking it behind his belt, before sliding down the leather mask he always wears. He moves back in to the press of Sailors, sliding his blade back in to its sheath, planning on staying hidden through this little upset. 'Best no one pays too much attention to me!'
"We have you now Eredin. Give up or be slaughtered!"
Swearing softly under his breath, as he catches sight of Eaton, then Phaedra plummit over the side, Sin hedges his bets, turning instead to more pressing matter. Slipping away out of the battle with Eredin, Sin moves to flank the Black Knight, with Tellar, lashing out with his blade at the mans exposed neck.
Sin moves through the press of bodies, twisting this way and that between the men and women locked in combat. He ignores the combat around him, slipping around to the back of Eredin, flanking him. "Was told to take you alive but... That is not up to me sadly, that is up to you. Push my hand and I'll slit you from ear to ear!"
Seeing that his words have no effect, Sin lashes out, driving the blade towards Eredins chest, trying to incapacitate him.
Sin sighs softly, before turning to a group of sailors grabbing scimitars. "ALL RIGHT BOYS YOU ARE WITH ME! OVER THE EDGE AND IN TO THE THICK OF IT!" Drawing his blade, Sin takes a few steps back, before darting forward and throwing himself over the ships rail.
Landing lightly on the deck, Sin rolls to his feet. "STAND DOWN YOU LOWLY SCUM, THIS IS OUR SHIP NOW!"
Sin shrugs and turns to Eaton, his face hidden behind the white mask. "Well if my calculations are right Eaton the only thing we CAN do is scuttle the ship. We have a crew, just one. We can not hope to crew two ships to safety, with these numbers, I think. So we either leave it afloat or scuttle it... I do not mind either way but..." Sin shrugs again, turning back.
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