[Her last target had been easy enough. A powerful merchant who had made his way onto the Bloodwings' watchlist. She's collecting the proof of her kill when she hears footsteps nearby. Putting the bloodied feather away, Velvet readies her blades.]
You're too late.
[Her voice is playful. While the Brotherhood teaches that one should respect the lives they take, Velvet's gone far past that point. Now, only one life matters to her, the Templar Grand Master Artorius Collbrande.]
Unless you're planning on taking me, and if that's the case... good luck.
[ She's already too late— the frustration is evident ("Eleanor you must mask your emotions, steel yourself if you want any chance of being anything worthwhile among us" they'd said).
But when the assassin mocks her, well, it's a bit too late for that. ]
You're awfully cocky for someone whose organization is little but a group of self-involved ruffians.
[ Her hand instinctively, hovers over the hilt of her rapier. She keeps her eyes on the woman. ]
[She looks back between the woman and the corpse, then withdraws her blades. Picking up the body, she throws it on over her back and begins to walk forward.]
You know, this was just a contract. Nothing personal. But we can make it personal if you'd like.
I believe in getting what I want. Don't really care past that point.
[As she closes in on Eleanor, she shifts the position of the corpse and... just tosses it at her. Not really throwing it as much as shoving it towards her.]
But that's not my kind's way, if that's what you mean. Although I don't think you're here to police their rules, are you?
[She tilts her head, her hair falling to the side.]
I'm not here to defend them, but I'm not here to join you either. The Brotherhood is useful to me, that's all. But even their rules get annoying, you know.
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You're too late.
[Her voice is playful. While the Brotherhood teaches that one should respect the lives they take, Velvet's gone far past that point. Now, only one life matters to her, the Templar Grand Master Artorius Collbrande.]
Unless you're planning on taking me, and if that's the case... good luck.
hey why does eleanor talk like haytham
But when the assassin mocks her, well, it's a bit too late for that. ]
You're awfully cocky for someone whose organization is little but a group of self-involved ruffians.
[ Her hand instinctively, hovers over the hilt of her rapier. She keeps her eyes on the woman. ]
I don't need luck to deal with the likes of you.
same character
[She looks back between the woman and the corpse, then withdraws her blades. Picking up the body, she throws it on over her back and begins to walk forward.]
You know, this was just a contract. Nothing personal. But we can make it personal if you'd like.
no subject
[ Never mind the hand she has preparing to draw a blade. ]
Our kind does not make things personal— the things we do are not for us. They are for the people, for the betterment of the world.
[ Eleanor looks at her, eyes hard, but a little curious all the same. ]
You believe in all of this? All of this chaos?
no subject
[As she closes in on Eleanor, she shifts the position of the corpse and... just tosses it at her. Not really throwing it as much as shoving it towards her.]
But that's not my kind's way, if that's what you mean. Although I don't think you're here to police their rules, are you?
no subject
That sounds exactly like your kind's way.
[ She closes the distance that remains between the two of them. ]
And what if I am? What would you do if I told you that is exactly why I'm here?
no subject
[She tilts her head, her hair falling to the side.]
I'm not here to defend them, but I'm not here to join you either. The Brotherhood is useful to me, that's all. But even their rules get annoying, you know.
[A smirk crosses her lips.]
Or do you?