The Assassin Brotherhood

Kirabo

Reffing. Not exactly what he'd had in mind for amusement, but it would pass the time. In these fights, reffing meant very little. There were no unfair moves, there were essentially no rules. A referee was essentially just a spectator and the person who stopped either of the combatants killing the other.

The two of them attempted to exchange blows, bounding, skipping and somersaulting all over the place as they avoided each other, knives and swords whirling about.

If it had been Kirabo in that fight, it would have been over by now, one way or another. Either he would have grabbed one of the acrobats and shaken them up a little, or they would have dodged around him constantly and eventually taken him down.

Thankfully, things started to look up about five minutes into the fight. Both girls were seemingly filled with energy, and the fight looked like it would be going on forever. Except the twins, Spencer and Niles Hart showed up.

Kirabo waved them over, "Morning Spencer, Niles."

[Tyrel]

Tyrel stared at the clothes in his tightly clenched fist like they were some sort of prey, or a medicine he had to swallow. Do or die. Despite his aversion to long, compromising jobs, Tyrel found himself somewhat amused by this aristocratic's charismatic humor. For a flash of a millisecond, an unfamiliar smile touched his face. It felt so odd like that, stealing his muscles and bending them in unfamiliar ways. Had it really been so long since he'd found some sort of humor in his life?

Sryhi let out a soft rasping cree in his ear as he closed the door behind him and stepped into the unfamiliar clothes. They certainly weren't built for killing people, Tyrel noted, as he couldn't seem to get his arms up past shoulder-level without risking a rip. His new 'brother' certainly wouldn't appreciate that. They were dark though, not flashy and flamboyant, and he certainly appreciated it.

Out of habit, Tyrel began running over the logistics of the situation. Namely, could he pass as this man's brother? Was Verot the kind of crime lord who could spot an assassin a mile away, let alone at the same table? Could he pass for aristocratic?

Reflexively, Tyrel stretched his fist out for Sryhi and felt her talons close carefully around his palm. With a deep breath, he turned sharply and walked straight back through the door to begin his next mission.

"Hey, you might actually pass for my brother!"

I don't know if I can stand much more of this.

{Spencer Hart}

"Morning Kirabo!" I shouted out, waving my free arm around wildly. Unrapping the grey scarf from around my head I gave him a huge smile and slung the scarf around my neck so I could see better.

"How are you, Kirabo?" Niles asked him, kind of seriously.

"Someone doesn't sound like a happy camper" I muttered, folding my arms and pouting my lips.

"I see you two are getting a long as well as ever!" Kirabo bellowed, making me smile bigger and wider. That was when I smelled it obviously from the two girls fighting just beside us.

Fresh blood.



{Niles Hart}

"Yeah, well, we're brother and sister so we're not supposed to get along" I laughed, putting my hand on Spencer's shoulder, but her body was stiff and she was staring over at the two girls fighting. Not good, I thought as realized the problem.

One of them had a small wound that was bleeding, probably from when the other girl had cut her with something. Nothing major, but enough to where Spencer could smell it. I saw her grip her scythe with one hand and pick up her scarf and hold it to her nose with the other, perhaps she would be able to fight the urge this time.

**Remember, Spencer goes crazy with the smell and sight of blood. So beware!**

Altair~~

I saw the duel going on and I watched it with mild interest. Spencer and Niles walked -well Spencer pranced- and started talking to Kirabo. I watched the fight for a moment longer, but then I saw one of the girls draw the blood of the other. I knew Spencer's normal reaction to blood, so I tensed. She seemed to be doing well, but I wasn't sure. She turned around and the look on her face made me jump off the wall. We collided in an instant. He scythe came around and met my knife.

We struggled for a second and then I pushed her back.

"Spencer. Calm down." Her brother said.

She came at me again and swung the blade low. I jumped over it and drew out my sword. We fought for a couple of seconds and then we separated. I was really surprised at how fast she was, probably a result of the blood craze.

She swung the scythe at me overhand. I moved slightly an the blade slipped past me, burying itself in the ground. I put my foot on the head and kicked the shaft, breaking it. She looked surprised and a little outraged. I pushed her back into her brother who grabbed her and carried her away.

I grabbed the head off the scythe off the ground and the handle and started waking away towards the smith. I felt the stares of the warriors behind me and smirked, "Carry on!"

*Poorly written, sorry*

Ringo

I smiled at him. He would pass as my brother, but Lord Verot knew I had no such thing. Maybe just a guest. . . A political guest.

"Your name, dearest guest?" I bowed, proffering a hand to the assassin. The bird on his shoulder cawed and his shoulders visibly tensed underneath the tight dark clothing I had asked him to wear.

"Tyrel." He replied, almost as softly as the wind beating upon my glass window. The hesitation in his voice drew my apt attention. Yes, this one was interesting, maybe I could keep him as my only contact.

"Well, Tyrel, now you're my political brother, I share news and tea with you daily. You are in with my deal. Okay?" I walked over to his and corrected his collar, it was folded inside his shirt.

I took in his new attire with appreciation. Tyrel fit in aristocratic clothes. Much better than that gothic stuff they made them wear. He looked at me as I flicked some lint of of his shirt, "What deal?"

Ahh, well, I couldn't expect the Brotherhood to always be on top of every situation. And they probably weren't all that well connected. I let out a sigh and pulled down his shirt to make it adequate length and proportionate to mine.

I clucked my tongue and then raising a hand to my face I tapped my nose, "For me to know and you to, well, hopefully never find out. Though if you stick with me long enough you'll be sucked in."

I threw him a dazzling smile and cast a glance out the window. A chariot was pulling up at the entrance. I gave his bird a harsh glare, "You'll have to get of her. You'll frighten the hair of Lord Verot's head and the Gods' know he hasn't enough already."

I watched as he whispered to the bird and it flew off of his shoulder and into a shadow. I raised any eyebrow, "I need to get me one of those. All I have are dancing ponies!"

Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe it was reality, but I thought I saw another smile flicker on his face. For a second he appeared the aristocrat, and then as if it were never there it was gone.

A voice sounded through my door, "Lord Verot has arrived. He is awaiting company in the Lobby."

I opened the door and gestured with a finger curling it towards me for Tyrel to follow. He came after a short pause. I turned to my butler, "Thank you, Charles darling. Ensure that you get the usual. And have a few cups of my best. On the house."

I could tell Charles adored me, poor thing. He also knew what the usual meant, though all he ever saw was the charming me. Unhappiness of having two sides clouded my thoughts momentarily, then I felt Tyrel's presence behind me and I brightened considerably.

If there were at least one person who knew what I was really like, then it didn't matter. Especially when that person happened to be as interesting as Tyrel was. It occurred to me that maybe Tyrel wasn't really his name.

The assassin intrigued me to no end, but as someone famous once said, "Duty calls". I sashayed down several flights of stairs to see the very balding, but skinny Lord Verot tapping his foot on the tiled floor impatiently.

Little swine, that he was, as he saw me his frown did a total 180 degree turn and he smiled. It partially made me sick, but I grinned back and pulled him into a warm hug, "Uncle Verot! How nice of you to drop by! I've been waiting for this all week!"

Verot nodded and I watched as some sweat trickled down his chin, "On to business as usual? . . . Wait, who's that?"

He pointed a sharp, long, bony finger at Tyrel. I smiled enthusiastically, "This here is my Political Brother, Lord Tyrel. He's normally not ever here, but I do love sharing things with him."

Verot cast Tyrel a demonic glare and I added, while gently bending Verot's cold, clammy finger and pushing his arm down, whispering into his ear, "Plus, he's interested."

Verot's face shot into a look of sudden enjoyment and he pulled Tyrel into a hug, "Ahh! Little Tyrel! Think of me as your uncle!"

I smiled inwardly a little, watching Tyrel's stiff form as Verot hugged him. I resisted the urge to shudder. Verot was like a snake!

After the long embrace Verot turned his beady cold eyes to me, "So, onto business then?"

I hated impatient people, I purposely ignored him, "And we're going to be eating such glamorous food. . . did you say something?"

Verot shook his head, a smile still stapled to his face. I loved playing people like this. I smiled at Tyrel. A glint of amusement passed between us, or at least I think it did. I coudn't tell, with eyes like that.

I hooked myself onto both Verot's and Tyrel's arms and dragged them into the dining room. The dining room was richly furnished and decorated wildly, splattered with gold and silver everywhere. I sat down at the round table and gesutred for the others to sit as well.

Verot was looking somewhat unhappy and I pouted, letting my charm flow, "Something wrong?"

He was caught, like a moth in firelight, "NO! Nothing, what's for dinner?"

Charles entered carrying several dishes. He placed one in front of Verot and the Tyrel. I didn't get one. Rich food was never something I enjoyed. Charles cleared his throat, "Venison stuffed with eels. M'lord's favourite."

He bowed at Verot and walked off with a smile. I knew what he was smiling about. My best wine sat in wait for him. As soon as Verot saw the food he dug in. Tyrel stared at the food for a few moments before tasting it.

His eyes widened then he put the fork back down. I smiled warmly at him. He was a good assassin. He knew his truth serums well. of course all the food I had ever given Verot had been laced with this stuff.

Verot was finally playing ti relaxed, his shoulders drooped and his head lolled slightly, "I LOVE this! How does your chef make it so well?"

My smile widened, "I asked Charles to put in secret ingredients, just for you!"

I love not lying and making people think something else. Verot smiled and I asked, "So, what's the big deal I'm in on?"

Verot smiled and Tyrel leaned in slightly.

*wow, I didn't have any idea I wrote so much . . *

Mikael

After my encounter with the Nordish guard i returned to my work, the constant clang of hammer on steel soon calmed me down. A few moments later the familiar figure of Altair dropped in throught the assassins entrance or upstairs window as it was more commonly known.
"So my friend what can i do for you today?" I asked warmly. "If your here to collect the swords there in that bundle in the corner."
"I will collect the swords as i'm here but i have other work for you" he replied placeing a broken sythe on my work bench.
"Another scuffle with Spen.."
"Yes." He cut me off coldly
"Alright i'll get it fixed first thing tomorrow and bring it up with the knives tomorrow." I turned to my workbench, looked back and he was gone.

{Spencer Hart}

I sat on the ground with my back leaning against the stone wall of a building, my breathing coming in slow gasps. The adrenaline was fading and my mind was settling down, all though I was still incredibly confused with the fight with Altair.

He'd beaten my so easily! I told myself, shifting my wait and making Niles jump from where he was watching me, I glared at him and turned my head.

"Are you okay?" came a voice, of course I didn't need to turn my head around to see who it was.

"Altair, I take responsibility for my sis-" Niles started.

"Its okay, Niles" Altair interupted him, "it wasn't your fault or Spencer's fault."

There was a long silence between them.

"Niles, do you mind if I talk alone with your sister?" Altair asked my brother. Great, here comes the scolding... I thought.

"Sure, I guess..." Niles said, confused and I heared him walk away.

"What do you want?" I asked Altair once I was sure Niles was gone.


{Niles Hart}

What could he want with my sister? I asked myself as I walked to an empty training ground so I could practice my reflexes with my needles.


**XD, wow the second one is short...**

Altair~~

I stood around a little awkwardly and shuffled my feet, "Sorry I broke your scythe."

She looked surprised so I correctede myself, "It's being fixed right now."

"Oh...thanks."

*Sorry, not sure if you were going somewhere.*

Not really, just bored I guess. But I'm not going to be able to post anything for a bit because my grandmother is being weird, please keep my characters active.

I refuse to believe that this died. Someone revive it. Id post but my comp died and i am going to a concert so... nothing from me for a while, but that should not stop everyone else from writing! keep this alive and i will be your best friend forever!

So, is this coming back alive anytime soon? Cause I liked it! ^^

yeah, someone just needs to post so people can get involved

Yeah, Assassin Brotherhood is hopefully going to start up again (hopefully being the key word) and I was wondering if you guys could visit the DT, if you're still interested, and check out the very thought-out plot line. (Hopefully which will benefit from other ideas.)

I'm looking forward to reviving of it, so if you would like to join please post on the DT.

Have A Nice Day.
Azrael.