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The Cat's Claws
Topic Started: Jul 13 2011, 02:13 AM (351 Views)
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The Black Cat sat on the impressive wooden chair--lacquered a rich, distressed black with tastefully matched cushions--like a queen on her throne. She wore a solid black dress, tiered and floor-length. Impractical, one would think. But the Black Cat was never impractical--just dazzling. The dress was strapless-- revealing just enough to taunt, but nothing more. She was incredibly fair-skinned, her raven black hair contrasting against the paleness.

She tapped her nails (painted clear with French tips, just long enough to protrude slightly from her finger-pads) against the table that sat beside her chair. Her expression was calm, hiding her impatience beneath two masks--one a thin black creation that swooped around her piercing green eyes and made her cheekbones seem slightly more pronounced; the other a frigid mask of emotional creation. Her lips were drawn into a slight frown of irritation. She swept her vivid eyes across the room--a comfortably large private parlor, decorated in dark colors with rich furnishings and a few pieces of fine art--and sighed softly.

A man in a fine suit--obviously a butler--opened the wooden door to the parlor and brought in a tray of wine glasses and offered one to the Black Cat. She waved her hand and said in a musical voice, "Not now, Francois. Any sign of her?"

The man responded in a deep but refined voice, "No, Miss Cat. Shall I bring the other refreshments...?"

"Bah," The Black Cat spat, making the harsh noise actually lovely with her voice, "Go ahead. Perhaps she will arrive soon. She's only an hour or two late." The masked woman checked her hip--protected by her flouncy skirt--for the familiar feel of a gun. She never trusted any guest. The room was also heavily guarded. Were the woman to raise the signal, armed men would flood in and take out whoever happened to be trying to assassinate the Black Cat. She had on more practical clothes beneath the long dress in case of an emergency. Her extreme distrust of everyone made sure she remained free and breathing. Still, she wanted this meeting to go well. This assassin was good, and unlike what most government agents thought, many of the 'rebels' had funds. The Black Cat had funds to buy a small country, and with those funds she planned on hiring the best assassin on the market to pay a friend of hers a little visit.

It wasn't a government assassination--that was too obvious a move for this woman. No, she planned to have a rival in the Underworld eliminated. The idiot was going to get the entire society of organized crime arrested and executed with the way he was doing things. Plus, he was a rival of the Cosa Nostra Noir. If the Black Cat could eliminate him, she would make her future easier. At the same time, the government would feel excited at knowing the main voice of rebel power had been silenced--but they would also begin to worry about who ordered the murder done when no official began to brag it was his work. Getting these political men to fight each other was the true way to bring things around right. She laughed richly and settled back waiting in her chair. The assassin would show up sometime, she hoped, and then her plans would be set into motion.

If the Black Cat had truly been a feline, she would have purred in pleasure.
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Elisa had traveled a great distance to meet this client of hers. She would pick the instant I had gotten home to contact me. A job was a job was a job though. There was no reason for her to decline other than inconvenience. But Ezio never turned down a job. Never. It meant another somewhat exciting escapade for herself. And her life needed excitement. She was waiting for that one job that would rock her world...maybe this was it. Probably not. A sigh left her lips and she took in her surroundings. New Florence...Florencia... Memories came to mind that she didn't want. It was painful, even to this day. Those were better days. Better days indeed.

Her hooded figure walked through the streets-white robes to be exact. It had always been the Brotherhood's style, to wear white robes. Elisa's style had changed over the years though. The robes were still to her ankles, but there were less layers of fabric and more armor. Not like she really needed it. But it was better to be safe than sorry. The robes were simplistic in design, but very tight fitting in the right areas i.e. the chest, hips. Her belt was a simple leather thing--she didn't need much to hide her knives. She wore leggings and leather boots for swifter movement and traction. Just how Elisa did it.

New Florence definitely did not compare to Florencia in beauty. It was boring, the architecture bland, the buildings all similar. Brick was a beautiful creation, and they hadn't really captured the essence of its beauty. It was a damn shame too. There was so much of it around, she could probably recreate Florencia and then some. And it seemed to go on FOREVER. Why build a city this big and this boring, I will never know. Now it wasn't time to mess around and wonder about things, it was time for business...which she was extremely late for. But it wasn't her fault. There was traffic, and it was an all-around bad time to be in a taxi. Elisa had gotten to know the cab driver extremely well. He was a free-thinker. How he was still alive, no one knows, he says. He wants to know how I look he asked. I want to kill you, I say. He shuts up. She threw her hands in the air and stopped shortly, realizing she was at her destination. Someone that was behind her ran into her. Elisa turned around and gave him a death glare he couldn't even see due to her hood. "Pretty hair, lady!" She smiled a little. Her black, wavy locks refused to stay in her hood.

A guarded apartment building. Like I haven't seen this before. Elisa turned around and scaled the adjacent building easily, looking for an alternate entry route that suited her tastes. She didn't want this client to know that she was here...Elisa was always one for surprises. This place was probably so high-tech that any move she made was to be monitored. But these things always had a weakness...somewhere. Elisa looked at the windows, and they all seemed breakable. But this needed to be tested. Hell, if I wanna break a window, I can break a goddamn window. She picked up a loose rock from the roof and chucked it at a window. It promptly bounced off and hit some doofus on the ground. She quickly ran behind a chimney to hide herself from anyone who may be inspecting the window...she peeked from behind her spot, and saw just black. Tinted windows, nice. Whoever it was, had the inside locked up tight. One could probably scale the entire building and it wouldn't matter. You couldn't get in anyways.

And that was her plan.

She sprinted and jumped off the building, grabbing onto one of the old windowsills. Thank god for alleyways. But even then, if she didn't want anyone to see her, she'd have to be quick. Elisa scaled the building as fast as she could, she may have let some of the guards see the tail of her robes but nothing else. A better question could've been: could they see out? Because she sure as hell couldn't see inside.

Ah, the top. Here we are. There were two guards guarding a door that obviously led inside. Elisa had to distract them. Or knock them out. She didn't want to kill her client's guards...hmm. It was a last ditch effort to come in undetected. She climbed up on top of the ledge, and got an immediate reaction. "Hey! You're not supposed to be up here!" She twitched. How many times had she heard that? She wanted to kill them for their unoriginality. "Surely you could come up with something better." Her Italian accent was strong, as it always will be. That was a part of herself she would never give up. "No...?" She bared her teeth in what seemed to be an agitated grin. "Damn shame." She ran at the guard on the left, who hadn't even had his gun ready, and boxed his ears, kicking him back into the door. The other guard was almost ready to pull his gun out when she chopped him in the jugular, finishing him off. Well, knocking him out anyways. She opened the door and walked in, going down a small flight of stairs to what seemed to be some kind of flat. She looked around and noticed the woman she was to meet in a large chair. The chair almost seemed too big for the girl.

Kind of makes me wonder...surely if she feels she is powerful enough to be doing these kinds of things, then why does she need me...? Elisa walked up to the girl nonchalantly and stood there for a moment before saying, "The guards on your roof are terrible."
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The Black Cat raised an eyebrow as the woman that had to be the assassin stride in her room, remark on the quality of her roof guards, and stand awkwardly in beside her chair. She laughed delicately, "They aren't the guards you should be afraid of, dear. They're just for show." She rapped her fingers on the table again and regarded the hooded woman, "You must be the one the government hired to kill Kruz...Ezio, was it?" She motioned to a comfortable chair, "Please, sit. Would you like wine? Water? Any sort of refreshment?"

She always made a point to be extremely polite to her guests--it made the ones she would kill placated, and it made the ones she wished to make an ally of somewhat comfortable but uneasy. She allowed herself to smile pleasantly. It felt good knowing what she was about to accomplish.

"When you have made yourself comfortable, we'll begin to discuss the details of the contract I'm offering you." She nodded for the tall Francois to bring his silver tray of goodies over to the white-robed woman. She was tall, almost a foot taller than the Black Cat herself. She caught glimpses of wavy dark hair rustling out of the dark hood. The clothes seemed slightly out of date, but she would not comment if the woman was as good as her network of eyes and ears claimed.

Yes...hiring an assassin was the right thing to do. The Black Cat couldn't necessarily kill Brytt Wayne herself; that would start rumors. No, the assassin would be perfect. No name behind the death. Just a mercenary. She smirked and took a glass of wine from Francois, content with her plans so far.
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"I would hope not. But I don't find myself being scared of much anything nowadays." Elisa shrugged simply at the woman's statement. Surely she wasn't trying to intimidate her? Regardless, this was a job, and being rude won't get her the money. Although, she had done so with the government many a time.

Elisa still had a hard time recognizing the name Ezio as her own. It brought back the times when she would answer to someone who was calling him, because they were basically a pair. "Ah, yes. I would like to make clear that I have no affiliation with the government or the...rebels, such as yourself. As far as I know, you're a future target." Elisa said, adroitly sitting in a chair. "And rum would be nice. Long trip you put me through, lady. Or...The Black Cat?" I wonder how she came across that name... "Better not take that rum straight. Rum and coke." Elisa needed to stay sober for the majority of this meeting. Key word being majority. Maybe towards the end she'd get a little tipsy. She didn't have to drive, anyway.

"Ah yes, the terms of our agreement...you can price tag him. I'm not...in the mood per se. If there's any information on the target that you have that would prove helpful, it'd be appreciated. Not too much though, I like the chase." Elisa let out a few chuckles and drifted off into space. And her eyes landed on the girl's dress. Long and...extravagant. A little much for their meeting, but that was her gig. If I could run around in dresses like that, I wouldn't be doing this right now, would I? Elisa had found that dying mysteriously every ten years was hard work, so anonymity seemed like the better option. If only she could find someone like her...life would be more enjoyable. "Oh, and one more thing...would you like some proof of our target's death? I know some people...like that kind of thing..." She fell off the face of the planet again with that statement. It was hard to pay attention to things that she had lived with for...ever.

She closed her eyes and sunk into the chair a little, waiting for the girl's response. The good thing about having a hood is that you could rest the eyes a little without anyone noticing.
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The Black Cat smiled pleasantly at Ezio, "Francois, bring her rum and coke." Once the butler had gone, she said calmly, "Yes, I am the Black Cat. And I should hope none ever get the idea in their head to target me. But alas, this is not on topic." She handed Ezio a picture of a man, "This is Brytt Wayne. He is a superhuman that is raising his voice a little too loudly, and is proving a dangerous rival to my business partners..." And to my own business in the Underworld. "I will pay you...more than handsomely for his demise." She sipped her wine casually and added, "As for proof of his death, Brytt Wayne has a ring. Bring it to me upon completion of your mission. As with many Underworld big names, we all have little information of one another. I am sorry to say the most information I can give you is he was last seen scrounging up superhumans for his rebel force downtown."

She took another sip of wine, carefully measuring her intake. The Black Cat rarely drank--alcohol had negative effects on her sometimes--but she thought she would treat herself every now and again. She wouldn't leave the house tonight anyway. She found herself musing over the assassin's words. The Black Cat would never be a target by the government, regardless that she had led the assassin straight to her door. She had other apartments, she had the resourced to remain invisible. She almost smirked. The government would never target the Black Cat--because the only result from that was bad luck. She truly had no qualms with the government until they had the gall to restrict superhumans. That just wasn't going to work out.

"For safety measures, Ms. Ezio, I will pay you half of your contract at the end of this meeting. When you bring me the ring, I shall pay you the rest. If you would remain an anonymous assassin and not mention the Black Cat as your employer for this contract, I would truly appreciate it." She leaned back in her chair, sitting her wine glass down. This would surely go well.
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Elisa smirked at the response she made to her comment about being a target. No one's invincible...well...Most everyone. Thoughts like that made her frown. She wasn't necessarily invincible, but one bomb couldn't take her out. And that's usually how it happened. One and done. She'd been attacked before. People thought it was fucking luck that she had survived. It was ability. Not many knew about her ability, and she didn't like many knowing about it. It was just uncomfortable for her.

She inspected the picture of the man. Seemed rough in the face. Kinda cute scruffy. Damn shame. He wasn't going to be around for too long. Elisa memorized the face quickly and pulled out a lighter. She set fire to the picture and smirked. "Cutting off the head of the snake I see. Unfortunately, you might have the mindless body to deal with after." She blew out the fire and held onto what was left, planning to throw it away later. It was to be expected--some rebellion within a rebellion. There were always the extremes. Although, one little crack in a windshield could turn into a big problem with a bump. She leaned forward in her chair when she said Underworld big name. Now it was even funnier. Sometimes you even need to crazies to revolt. If only she knew what I knew... "A ring, got it. And if he doesn't have it on him, I might be on a little search, won't I?"

Elisa's head was already working. If the man was looking for recruits, there was simple entry. Easy enough. It would take time though, this job. She'd have to gain his trust, or find a way to get him alone with minimal guard. Which would be easy enough. There was so much to take into account once she got inside...that would be dealt with later. "That's all I needed." Of course, this would mean that she had to reveal her ability. That was going to be fun. "Oh, what's your power?" "I'm immortal." "You're our new queen!" It was annoying.

"Sounds like a plan to me. And I never reveal my contractors. It's a matter of privacy...and even if I did, they're dying. Not like they're going to tell anyone." She shrugged, and leaned back into her chair. This woman was taking all of the necessary precautions. Some people call it fear...but it's wisdom. "I wouldn't expect any of his actions to slow down any time soon though. My plan takes time. I'll try not to get involved in any of his...activities, but just in case I need to, don't get too angry with me." Sometimes it happens. You can only fake sick so many times. Her mind was fluttering through a slew of different outcomes and possible plans. Different directions to take in case this happens...a perk of being immortal. You've done everything, you know what may happen. It's a lot of info to understand and take in, but once all of it is understood, things get easier.
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The Black Cat nodded slowly, listening to the assassin's words. "With no fangs, a snake is no danger." She smirked. The plan would unfold precisely now. Brytt's death would allow the Cosa Nostra Noir to silently grab the recruits and put them in a safer use. Rebels did not need to be directed as a spearhead of war. That's what the government wanted. Guerrilla fighting was much better suited for this sort of war.

As for the woman involving herself with Wanye's activities... "He has made no moves to bother me or my business partners. He is only harassing the government like a small dog nipping at the ankles of a giant. You may do as you please if it finishes him off." The woman couldn't know about the Black Cat's planted spies in Brytt's work. Those spies would turn the assassination into the political move the Black Cat wanted. She smiled pleasantly and leaned back in her chair. "Here is half of your contract. In cash."

Francois walked in with a black brief case and offered it to the assassin.

"Is there anything else you would like to discuss before you leave? You seemed to have found your way in easily, but Francois can escort you back out if you so desire." She sighed softly and sat her wine down on the table.
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"The best you can hope for is that someone else doesn't get a big head and tries to do the same thing, is all I'm saying. I'm sure there's someone that's willing to take his place. Some people aren't scared. But, it's not any of my concern what happens after I kill Brytt." This Black Cat character was very sure of herself. I guess that's what comes with being...so...powerful. Born into it, I assume. Elisa didn't hold herself that way. She knew this plan could potentially fail, due to unforeseen circumstances. Sometimes, things just became too hectic, and then she was on the run from her contractor. That only happened once...needless to say, the man wasn't alive today.

Elisa retrieved the black case from the butler, and realized she hadn't gotten her drink yet. No matter. She was going to leave anyway. She put the case down on the table in front of her and opened it, inspecting the cash before closing it quickly. "Aye. I will see to it that his time arrives sooner than he expected." She picked up the case again and bowed slightly to...Francois. What a fruity name... "I'll need no assistance leaving, thank you. I shall see you in a few week's time, perhaps?" And with that, she took her leave, jogging up the stairs and out the upstairs door. The guards were still out cold, and she looked around for somewhere to jump off at. There's nowhere soft in these industrial ages... Eh, what the hell. She jumped off the side and landed as softly as she could, but still, some bones cracked. The pain was apparent, and it was all she could do to not scream bloody murder. They healed up pretty quickly, and she was on her way as usual. God, that fucking hurt. Never again.

.||OOC: asdf shortness. anyways, an account of her job will be at: Assassinio Giornale. the password is The land of the roses. With spaces and all. woop. e.o I'd just leave the thread here until I'm done with the story, and then they'll convene when it's time.||.
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((OOC: Alllllll righty then. I'll give Kitty some musings and then we'll fade to black. Also, lulz, can't believe I forgot the drink.))

The Black Cat smiled deviously. The woman was grabbing at smoke. Her guesses were true and good at what might happen--but the Black Cat had been slowly chipping away Brytt's foundations and patching the problems with her own adhesives.

Brytt Wayne had heard of the Black Cat, but had never made efforts to work with her. The Underworld, previously a happy network of affiliations with the Cosa Nostra Noir had suddenly split. Wayne demanded action from the rebels, blood and 'justice'. The other members of the Underworld were not working in such a way. The infamous names worked in the cover of night. A face to face war with the government would end in the ultimate destruction of a carefully protected lifestyle. The Cat and her affiliates...did not approve of such actions. Therefore, Wayne's death was necessary.

She made a soft noise best described as a sigh and looked up at the assassin, "Yes. When your work is complete you will be approached by a contact with information regarding our meeting place. It might not be this same location. Underworld life is chaotic at best." She allowed her smile to reach her eyes. And the Black Cat would never change a thing about it.

Once the assassin left, the Black Cat stood up and removed her mask. Francois stepped in the room and looked at her.

"Ms. Katherine, your father called. He needs to meet with you. Perhaps for luncheon?"

She winced, "Get the car. I'll go change into something less obtrusive." She gracefully walked from the room.

When she got one thing finished, at least a dozen others decided to jump into her life. She wouldn't have it any other way.

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