ready to kill {R.A.}

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R.A. lifted her fingers to her cold lips, her tongue sliding out and tasting the chilling blood. She pulled her hand away and whipped the blood on her dress. She was bent over, a puddle of blood in front of on the ground. A smirk spread across her pale lips as she pushed herself up from the ground and turned around, her long silver white hair falling into her face. In front of her were two men, both who looked as if they did hard labor for a living perhaps a blacksmith or a farmer of some sort. They had their arms crossed upon their chest and an irritated look upon them. They didn’t seem to be too pleased to be here and frankly neither was R.A. she could be doing anything else, but she felt the weight of the gold in her dress pocket and so she just shook off the feeling. When they were about to speak she gently placed a finger to her lip and shook her head. She then pointed down to the body that lay upon the puddle of blood. It was as if someone with long claws struck him right through the chest, which is what had happened. She flipped her hair as she turned to look back at the man.

“He died by a demon.” She said mater of factly as she crossed her own arms to her chest. She could smell the sent of demon upon his blood and this was the way a demon would attack. She could also sense the demon aroma all over this town, the only reason why she was here. She blocked out the rest of the conversation, remembering the men thanking her and turning around to leave. She knew they hated to ask her for help, men, they were so pathetic, but they heard rumors about the oh so famous R.A. and practically came upon their knees begging her to help him, although she almost refused. R.A. slowly reached down and patted her pocket, feeling the cold coins beneath the fabric. It was the only reason she took the job, she wasn’t like a detective or anything. Although it had to do with demons, it was not the demons she was looking for. She sighed as she turned around and left the scene of the crime hearing the voices of the villagers behind her as they picked up the man, ready to bury him.

R.A. had not always been R.A long ago she had been dubbed ReeAnn Devertorix the result of a forbidden love between a Queen Demon and a mere mortal. Her mother Cecelia Nalya was the unhappy Queen of a man she could never love who quickly found herself in the arms of a man who she accidently fell in love with. When she became pregnant she left her throne to be with her new husband to raise their daughter. R.A. had seldom memories with her birth parents, the one thing she did remember clearly though is watching them being torn apart by the demons who had finally found them. Her world was torn apart right then and there. Who could handle being so little and innocent and watching her parents being, literally, torn apart right in front of her eyes? They had planned to kill her and they would have if not for a demon female that took pity of the female and sent her to live with pirates. She remembered that day clearly the demon had not spoken a single word to her as they ran through the streets on that rainy day, carrying her close to her chest, but before she handed her over the captain she whispered. “Goodbye my niece, be free.”

R.A. pushed upon the door of the tavern and walked in. She could feel the eyes of everyone upon her, but she did not give them a second glance. She raised her hand and a bartender handed her a beer. R.A. placed the money upon the table and took a deep gulp. She was sitting next to a man who smelt like he had been rolling in beer for years, who wouldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Most of the men knew to keep their distance, but he was to wasted that he didn’t even seemed to notice whom he was trying to touch. He reached out and placed his hands upon her hip and began to rise up. She tightened her grip on the handle of the mug. “Let’s have somee…funn, hey pretty lady?” His words were slurred when he spoke and it was hard for her to understand him. He didn’t get a chance to pull back, for she didn’t even say no. In a blink of an eye she twisted her body around and slammed her beer mug into the side of his head. “Fuck off.” She hissed as she watched as blood poured from his open wound. He fell to the ground and a few men came and helped him up. R.A. just turned around and demanded another beer. She took a sip as though nothing happened.

Marcus Alasdair was her adoptive father and she had grown close to being part of the chew on the ship. She finally felt she was at home; she even got a new name Riley. However her world changed when the demons fond her once again and killed her whole pirate family. Riley even tried to attack them, but failed. That is when she joined the ninjas. She knew how to fight already because of her father, but she wanted to learn more and for several years she trained to become a perfect assassin and she was called on several jobs. That is where the nickname R.A. or also known as Random Assassin came form, because she would randomly kill anyone who got in her way. When she became a master she left them and been traveling around seeking her revenge. She has not killed once since then, but she had wounded several, she promised she would kill all those demon though, for destroying both of her families.

R.A. could still feel the glares behind her. She slammed the glass down upon the ground and stared at them. “You got a fucking problem with me?” Some said no and shook their heads while most just quickly looked away. R.A. snorted as she sat back down upon the stool and took another sip of her beer. She hated being around others, but she had to know if the demons she was searching for had been through this part of town and since she had just gotten there she hadn’t been able to ask anyone. R.A. looked like a simple and shy girl if you were looking from afar or you didn’t know who she was. Long hair and wore old style clothes, she look just like porcelain, however she had a mouth of a sailor and an attitude to go along with it. You didn’t want to catch her on her bad day, which today wasn’t one of those days, even though she just slammed glass into a guy’s skull just for hitting on her.

But that was R.A. for you; you never knew what she would do. You always had to be on your guard.

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Thoughts: She’s really not as bad as she seems xD She’s just kinda…insane…yeah that’s the right word lmao

[Awesomecakes]

The calm of the tavern had been ruined quite easily. One moment, he was merely sitting around, idly stirring a single ice cube around in his drink. But now, a single person had stirred up quite a commotion. Sure he didn't feel like bothering to make enough effort to look at who it was, but there was probably no choice. Then again, he was much too tired to go sticking his nose in anyone else's business. What a day.

The lone elf sat more or less by himself. No one was in his immediate reach, but close enough so that he didn't look like a weirdo. Dressed in his standard black cloak, hood pulled up, Nachik took another sip of his drink. Sleep clung desperately to his eyes, but he fought hard to keep it away. Wouldn't want to fall asleep in this type of a place. His...artifacts could strike up some interest in the local drunks, which would likely end up with them being sold. And that wouldn't go over too well with the elders. Artifacts like the one that floated gracefully at his side--a somewhat large, glass orb-- weren't easy to come by. They took years to create, which one wouldn't think about initially. The power they held had to be painstakingly controlled for a period of time before there could be glass formed around it. Then, the metal runes were forged and placed around that, to further enhance the ability of the glass to hold the power inside of it. It was a simple process, at least for his kind. And being so long lived, the four year time period to control the power inside each orb that was made, didn't seem long at all. But to these mere humans, such a thing was an expensive treasure.

He couldn't let them get their disgusting little mits on his property---
A sudden pain in his forehead, paired with a loud thunk startled Nachik, but made him realize that for a moment there he had in fact fallen asleep. But only for a moment, thankfully enough. Quickly sitting back up in his seat, the elf boy shook his head violently, then rose. As he started towards the door of the tavern, Nachik was interrupted by the sound of a mug slamming against someone's head, and another thunk as they hit the ground. Turning right around, his eyes landed on a somewhat out of place looking girl. The man she had attacked, lay motionless next to her, and the look she gave off explained quite clearly she was the one that did it.

Approaching the girl, his artificial eye seemed to flash as it looked her over. From what it told him, the girl wasn't human, or elf. This should prove to be quite interesting indeed. But as long as she didn't attempt to attack him. He was much too drained from trying out a new spell, a transformation spell. Though he had only managed to keep the form of his desired animal for about two minutes, it drained a large amount of his energy. Transformations were painful, and seeing as how a wolf was quite a complex creature, that didn't really help all too much.

"Excuse me," Nachik said softly once he was only a few feet away from where the clearly angered girl was. "I believe your actions were somewhat unnecessary. What on earth did this man do to you?"

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Thoughts: Bleh, at least I got a post in, finally.

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R.A. flipped her hair out of her way as she twisted her head when she heard the male speak to her. She tilted her head toward the male she had hit. The right side of his face was bleeding, but it didn’t look too bad, and she could tell that he was still alive. So what was the big deal? She turned to look at the male, wondering why he should even care what she did. She believed she had every right to slam her drink into him, he was just lucky she didn’t kill him. She rolled her eyes and turned back toward her drink, taking a long sip. Almost as if she was going to ignore him, and for a moment she was going too. She really didn’t feel like starting anything, okay well that guy was asking for it, how he dare touch her. She could still feel the man looking a there. She sighed as she turned around and looked at him; right away she could tell he was not a human, she was curious to know. She shook her head and flipped her hair once more.

“He touched me.” She said in a cold voice. She knew men were natural pigs, but she did not want his clammy hands anywhere near her body. “I believe I did nothing wrong. Do you have a problem with me?” She asked with a raised brow. She was not afraid to fight. She pushed herself up from her stool and walked over to the man. A smirk flickered across her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to him. She held him there for a moment before she whispered. “Men are all the same. You wouldn’t mind if a chick hit on you, but we do not like ugly-ass man to touch us.” She hissed as she pulled away and sat back upon the stole and took another long sip. She set the empty glass down and ordered another one, it was quickly replaced and she drank another sip before looking back toward him.

She didn’t like nice guys, because even if they acted kind, all guys were the same. They only had one thing on their mind and that was sex. She did not like any male she had no interest in them, then again she didn’t have an interest in females either. She didn’t understand what the big deal was. All she knew is that she didn’t like others touching her. Her eyes flickered down back to the male, even mores of big fat ugly guys who probably only get something when they hire a hooker who has no self esteem what so ever and she did not want others to look at her like she is some kind of whore, because she wasn’t.

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Thoughts: Yay for short posts :D

[Awesomecakes]

He didn't even flinch as the girl pulled him closer to her. The anger and hatred seemed to radiate off of her--something that made him rather uncomfortable-- but he pushed that fact somewhere else in his mind. That was not entirely important right now. He actually could have cared less about the reason why she had attacked the man, or the condition he was in. He just wanted to know why the peace among the drunks had been disturbed. Sure, they tended to act like idiots, and occasionally start arguments, but physical harm was never really done.

Staying silent for a moment, a thoughtful look on his slightly feminine face, Nachik shrugged."I suppose you're right. Human males are pigs, but that doesn't mean you have to bash his head in with a mug." He turned to look at the man, his head bleeding further. A frown formed on his face as he seemed to have a mental arguement over whether or not to 'treat' his wounds. He decided not to, of course, and looked back at the girl.

"If you don't want men near you, then next time I would recommend not even bothering to come to a bar. They tend to be full of drunk, obnoxious ones." Although he felt as though he was scolding a child--which for all he knew, she was.

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R.A. took another sip of her beer before she turned back toward the male, with a frown, why was he still here? “I can do whatever the fuck I want, and no prissy ass man is going to tell me other wise.” She said with narrowed eyes grinding her teeth together. She knew she probably looked out of place. She wore very old fashion clothes and looked like an innocent porcelain doll. However she was far from being innocent, her cold eyes were proof of that. She was known to throw a few punches around and beat others up, even if it was not for a good cause. However she wasn’t going to let some drunken man make a pass at her and not doing anything like that. She wanted to show these men she demanded respect, she demanded hem for them to leave her the hell alone.

“I come to the bar to drink, like everyone else in this fucking bar comes too do.” She said, taking another sip of beer, she realized that was probably her third glass and she could feel the dizziness come on, but it would take several more beers for her to be unstable and considered drunk. She shook her head. “I think I have the fucking right to be in this place, without guys trying to make passes at me, like I’m some kind of whore.” With these words she turned her attention away from the one she was talking too and stared at everyone else, whose eyes were glued onto her, perhaps because she was talking pretty loud, but she wanted to get her point across. “You hear me? Do I look like some kind of tramp? I don’t think so.” She quickly pulled out a knife and pressed the tip of it against her bottom lip, feeling the cold blade. “And if anyone has a problem with that then I’ll gladly stick this knife in your throat and kill anyone who dares lay a hand upon me!” With that she turned around one last time and took a gulp of her beer, but did not turn back, her eyes glaring down at her drink, almost as if she was thinking of killing everyone anyway.

The bartender who leaned over toward too the male who was peaking to R.A. “Pst,” he whispered, his eyes flickering over to R.A. who had not looked over too them, she was too busy glaring at her jug that she had not heard the bartender’s words, “I would not talk to her, if I were you. You are new here, right? Well then you don’t know her. She is R.A. and she is dangerous.” The bartender said quickly before turning back to wash the dishes. Pretending as if he had not spoken an ill word about her.

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Thoughts: poor insane R.A. who deep down inside is actually good xD