Post by hemogoblin on Nov 23, 2011 19:54:57 GMT -5
"One hundred ninety eight... One hundred ninety nine... And two hundred. There you go, sir, that's your payment for... services rendered. Now, everything is to be done as I instructed. You had your rules, now I have mine. Do you have any idea how long it took me to contact you?" The man's breath was rancid, smelling of onions and a stench Ba'alzamon could not place. Meat, maybe?
Regardless, he payed a marginal amount of attention. Something about safety, stealth, and security. This was all just review for the Makaioshin warrior. Of course, he knew all about this. Makaioshin as a whole were always safe, stealthy, and secure. These three S's were very important in life, the pursuit of wealth, and of course, power.
"...no matter what. Got it?" The man stood up, and started to walk out the door. He stopped, hesitating. His otherwise pristine uniform had a few specks of dirt, Ba'alzamon noticed. His boots were scuffed, and the sharp and shiny black tint seemed to be fading.
Not very fastidious, is he? he thought to himself.
Finally, the man turned around and said, "And remember, mercenary. You are expendable. If you don't finish my... request by this time tomorrow, you will be replaced."
Ba'alzamon stood up as well, and shook the man's hand. "This man's as good as dead. However, I will only do as good a job as your pay has allowed me. As such, this will not be perfect."
As he was shaking his client's hand, he reached with his other hand and took the officer's ID from his back pocket. He turned around, made sure his robes were in order, and left the building.
He turned down the dark road, and started walking towards the building his target is located. It was hard to find in the dark, but he managed. As he was walking, he started thinking about his situation.
I can't believe this... I'm a Makaioshin, not a sword for hire! I should be above doing this grunt work... But the end justifies the means, I suppose...
He kicked a stone, hard, and watched it fly across the street. In his mind, he imagined it hitting a poor, unsuspecting bystander. Chuckling to himself, he arrived at the place.
"I suppose this is it. Now or never."
He sneaked around the back of the building and saw an open field. The entire perimeter was surrounded by armed guards. Of course, they wouldn't pose too much of a threat, but he had to remember the second S. He went around and found his target. He was on walking around the field, dressed no different from the rest of the guards.
Interesting,he thought. A clever ploy indeed. Dressing up as one of your own guards? I've got to remember that. Regardless, he needs to go.
He made sure that no one else was looking in this direction, and grinned. He pointed the tip of his right index finger in the "guard's" direction, and shot a little Ki blast from it. Not meant to be fatal, it shot straight ahead and scraped past his target's arm.
Grunting, he looked up - and stared straight into Ba'alzamon's eyes.
"Oh shi-" he started, and dropped his pistol, still not taking his eyes off of the Makaioshin's, not that he would be able to.
Ba'alzamon felt his opponent's life force, and shivered in pleasure.
His life force is strong for a human. No matter. Nothing I can't handle, he thought to himself, and pushed his will forward. He mentally saw his own energy, a dark purple ray, shoved it's way towards the human's own little green one. The size difference was overwhelming.
Without much effort at all, the purple beam went through the green and into the human. Gasping, the human closed his eyes. Feeling an all-too-familiar sense, he allowed it to swoosh him away. His shadow disappeared, and he followed it shortly after.
When sight at last returned to him, he could see clearly the space he occupied 2 minutes previously. Looking down, he saw his new body, and then a flood of memories came rushing back at him.
This was the hardest part. Keeping track of whose memories belong to whom could be... difficult at times. However, the first inconsistency he saw (This human was never bound in chains,) brought him back to himself. Shaking his head, Ba'alzamon cleared his senses and remembered his mission. Finally, something came rushing back to him.
Make it look like a suicide.
And he knew exactly how to do it. Rushing, he picked his pistol back up and ran to the commander.
"Sir?" The guard said, turning around, with a frightened look on his face. "You said explicit-"
"There's no time!" Ba'alzamon whispered. "Me and you, we need to hurry! Follow me! But for all of our sakes, don't look suspicious!" Ba'alzamon said, turning around and walking forward, nonchalantly.
The guard was dubious, but followed. Ba'alzamon led him to a shack that was off of the field. No one saw them enter. The guard entered first, then Ba'alzamon behind. He shut the door quietly, and turned toward the guard.
"Now, I don't think you're gonna believe this, but I think someone may be making an attempt on my life tonight." Ba'alzamon said urgently. "This will make our company look very bad. People will think that we are evil! Bad for business."
The guard laughed to himself quietly. "Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but how does this involve me?" He took a step back, afraid of the answer.
Ba'alzamon chuckled. "The answer is simple, my boy. I need you to shoot me. Now, don't freak out. I have a plan. The assailant would have seen me come in here, and will find my body. Little does he know though, that you will have fired a blank! Here, take my gun," he said, as he passed it to him.
"Sir... I feel uncertain about this." The guard said.
Ba'alzamon's eyes glared. "Now's not the time for insubordination. Do it."
"W-w-whatever you say, boss."
He aimed, and fired the gun. Ba'alzamon felt the shot, and made a forward motion with his hand, and held up 3 fingers. He heard the gun fire 3 more times, then smiled.
"Thank you for making my job so much easier..." Ba'alzamon said. He grinned, and his eyes glowed red."
"Sir? I don't think I und-" He started, and was cut off. Started, he backed into the corner, staring at what was happening.
Ba'alzamon felt black, thick smoke coming out of his victim's body, and then it stopped. He let go of his will, and then reappeared beside his previous body, his own restored, healthy and fine. However, his target's was not.
The three gunshots were still there, and the man's eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground.
"Thank you..." Ba'alzamon started, and took out his sword. Menacing and large, he sliced through the guard easily.
"...For your service."
He bent down, and placed his client's ID on the target's corpse. Wondering to himself how this might stir up things around town, he walked out of the door, and was gone.
Regardless, he payed a marginal amount of attention. Something about safety, stealth, and security. This was all just review for the Makaioshin warrior. Of course, he knew all about this. Makaioshin as a whole were always safe, stealthy, and secure. These three S's were very important in life, the pursuit of wealth, and of course, power.
"...no matter what. Got it?" The man stood up, and started to walk out the door. He stopped, hesitating. His otherwise pristine uniform had a few specks of dirt, Ba'alzamon noticed. His boots were scuffed, and the sharp and shiny black tint seemed to be fading.
Not very fastidious, is he? he thought to himself.
Finally, the man turned around and said, "And remember, mercenary. You are expendable. If you don't finish my... request by this time tomorrow, you will be replaced."
Ba'alzamon stood up as well, and shook the man's hand. "This man's as good as dead. However, I will only do as good a job as your pay has allowed me. As such, this will not be perfect."
As he was shaking his client's hand, he reached with his other hand and took the officer's ID from his back pocket. He turned around, made sure his robes were in order, and left the building.
He turned down the dark road, and started walking towards the building his target is located. It was hard to find in the dark, but he managed. As he was walking, he started thinking about his situation.
I can't believe this... I'm a Makaioshin, not a sword for hire! I should be above doing this grunt work... But the end justifies the means, I suppose...
He kicked a stone, hard, and watched it fly across the street. In his mind, he imagined it hitting a poor, unsuspecting bystander. Chuckling to himself, he arrived at the place.
"I suppose this is it. Now or never."
He sneaked around the back of the building and saw an open field. The entire perimeter was surrounded by armed guards. Of course, they wouldn't pose too much of a threat, but he had to remember the second S. He went around and found his target. He was on walking around the field, dressed no different from the rest of the guards.
Interesting,he thought. A clever ploy indeed. Dressing up as one of your own guards? I've got to remember that. Regardless, he needs to go.
He made sure that no one else was looking in this direction, and grinned. He pointed the tip of his right index finger in the "guard's" direction, and shot a little Ki blast from it. Not meant to be fatal, it shot straight ahead and scraped past his target's arm.
Grunting, he looked up - and stared straight into Ba'alzamon's eyes.
"Oh shi-" he started, and dropped his pistol, still not taking his eyes off of the Makaioshin's, not that he would be able to.
Ba'alzamon felt his opponent's life force, and shivered in pleasure.
His life force is strong for a human. No matter. Nothing I can't handle, he thought to himself, and pushed his will forward. He mentally saw his own energy, a dark purple ray, shoved it's way towards the human's own little green one. The size difference was overwhelming.
Without much effort at all, the purple beam went through the green and into the human. Gasping, the human closed his eyes. Feeling an all-too-familiar sense, he allowed it to swoosh him away. His shadow disappeared, and he followed it shortly after.
When sight at last returned to him, he could see clearly the space he occupied 2 minutes previously. Looking down, he saw his new body, and then a flood of memories came rushing back at him.
This was the hardest part. Keeping track of whose memories belong to whom could be... difficult at times. However, the first inconsistency he saw (This human was never bound in chains,) brought him back to himself. Shaking his head, Ba'alzamon cleared his senses and remembered his mission. Finally, something came rushing back to him.
Make it look like a suicide.
And he knew exactly how to do it. Rushing, he picked his pistol back up and ran to the commander.
"Sir?" The guard said, turning around, with a frightened look on his face. "You said explicit-"
"There's no time!" Ba'alzamon whispered. "Me and you, we need to hurry! Follow me! But for all of our sakes, don't look suspicious!" Ba'alzamon said, turning around and walking forward, nonchalantly.
The guard was dubious, but followed. Ba'alzamon led him to a shack that was off of the field. No one saw them enter. The guard entered first, then Ba'alzamon behind. He shut the door quietly, and turned toward the guard.
"Now, I don't think you're gonna believe this, but I think someone may be making an attempt on my life tonight." Ba'alzamon said urgently. "This will make our company look very bad. People will think that we are evil! Bad for business."
The guard laughed to himself quietly. "Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but how does this involve me?" He took a step back, afraid of the answer.
Ba'alzamon chuckled. "The answer is simple, my boy. I need you to shoot me. Now, don't freak out. I have a plan. The assailant would have seen me come in here, and will find my body. Little does he know though, that you will have fired a blank! Here, take my gun," he said, as he passed it to him.
"Sir... I feel uncertain about this." The guard said.
Ba'alzamon's eyes glared. "Now's not the time for insubordination. Do it."
"W-w-whatever you say, boss."
He aimed, and fired the gun. Ba'alzamon felt the shot, and made a forward motion with his hand, and held up 3 fingers. He heard the gun fire 3 more times, then smiled.
"Thank you for making my job so much easier..." Ba'alzamon said. He grinned, and his eyes glowed red."
"Sir? I don't think I und-" He started, and was cut off. Started, he backed into the corner, staring at what was happening.
Ba'alzamon felt black, thick smoke coming out of his victim's body, and then it stopped. He let go of his will, and then reappeared beside his previous body, his own restored, healthy and fine. However, his target's was not.
The three gunshots were still there, and the man's eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground.
"Thank you..." Ba'alzamon started, and took out his sword. Menacing and large, he sliced through the guard easily.
"...For your service."
He bent down, and placed his client's ID on the target's corpse. Wondering to himself how this might stir up things around town, he walked out of the door, and was gone.