Fenrir appeared in the lounge room. He checked himself. All human. Now, to check out this...headquarters.

It was empty. That was strange. Where were all the people? He continued walking...

Laurel grumbled, grabbing a cup of water. Why was this place stinkin' empty? And all this dust, it was like no one had ever been here before or something.

"Hello, anybody home!" she yelled. She grumbled and continued walking when she bumped into somebody.

He was tall and...cloaked?

She had her mind ready to yell at him.

What a freak. Who runs around in a cloak?

Fwump.

Haishiro yawned audibly. She cast off the hood of her battered cloak and looked around. She was sitting comfortably on top of a red squishy object that reminded her curiously of a Poring, just it had no face and was deeply red and was covered in cloth. And one more thing was different. It wasn't living.

She looked up, and that was when she spotted them.

A knight by the looks of it, and a man dressed in a simple black cloak. Apparently they hadn't noticed her yet.

>_> Not like they could notice her even if she did yawn AUDIBLY. Sometimes being naturally sneaky had its down sides.

"You. That was rude." Laurel frowned, pointing at the cloaked man. Was it her, or did he look freakishly pale.

"...."

"Speak louder I can't hear you!" said Laurel. When he did not reply, she got up close to him and eyed him directly. "YOU want a death wish?"

She cracked her knuckles and swung, but he dodged.

"Look...to your left..." Fenrir said. The mortal was either blind or weak.

Laurel did look to her right, but there was nothing.

Wait.

It was yet another cloaked person. What was it these days with cloaks? Didn't they have enough money to buy a nice piece of clothing?

"Someone spoke of a death wish?" the uncloaked figure asked. They could easily see now that the figure had silvery brown hair (it changes on a whim!) that was tied twice, once at the base of the neck, then it was braided and tied again where the length of hair ended. Usually brown eyes had a warm quality to it. These one had a shimmering glint of ice.

No one spoke. The cloaked woman scratched her head.

"Umm, well, my name is Katsumoto Haishiro. Nice to meet you." The glint disappeared when she smiled at them.

It was Laurel who spoke first. "Well, Katsumoto, what is this? A cruel prank. It's not nice to appear out of no where."

What was this person anyways? And what was that weird look in her eyes. It made Laurel feel uncomfortable...like there was a dagger stuck in the back of her or something. And that other cloak freak was merely smiling and nodding. Didn't he find it strange that this....PERSON appeared out of the air.

"Who are you anyways?" she asked. It was hard to see besides the head. What was with the braided hair? That was out of fashion years ago.

"Pleased to meet you," stated the other cloaked figure.

Laurel snorted. From what she thought earlier, she figured the two knew each other. "Well, nice ....to meet you two."

She rolled her eyes. Cloaked people. What was the world coming to?

Haishiro's eyebrows came together in a frown.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm not the only one to appear out of nowhere. Strange of you to demand when I just have and you haven't." Her eyes flashed dangerously again, but her gaze flickered to the cloaked man. He appeared to have more sense than this young knight.

"And you may be?"

"Just someone of no importance." he said, "I would be more interested in your life.

Well, I wouldn't thought Laurel. It would probably be another tragic story. Didn't everybody have a few of those up their sleeves? Hobos, thieves, and privates all them a few heart stories just to shake the officials up when they were caught. Well, not her.

"Everyone knows its common courtesy to announce your presence--even if you do appear out of nowhere," stated Laurel.

People these days. They needed to be taught a lesson. These two were probably younger than her yet they spoke as if they were her elders!

Haishiro narrowed her eyes. The girl was starting to annoy her.

"I did announce my presence. I yawned. AUDIBLY. It's not my problem if you can't sense my presence," she retorted.

Haishiro eyed the man as she took off her battered cloak. "And why would you find me interesting? You're the one that's still fully cloaked. Why should I tell you about myself when I haven't even got your names?!"

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Aah curses stupid sister keeps distracting me. I'm WAY past my finishing time. I'm screwed. Bbl to finish up, or you post or whatever. -_-

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back now.

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She loosely rolled her cloak and draped it across both of her shoulders, forming a larger scarf over her silver blue one. Her dress wasn't the typical type that assassins of her time usually wore. It was definitely different, as she was covered from shoulders down in battle armor.

Laurel stiffened. She did not like Haishiro's look towards her though she refused to back down. Instead she stood up straighter though she could feel it made her look even more nervous than before. It was an assassin of the ancient world, but this one was different. There was more armor. The air changed with her arrival and she was too occupied with the other cloaked figure to notice. She gritted her teeth. She would have to train more later.

"Sorry if I may appear rude," spoke Fenrir "As I said before, I am a mere nobody compared to the greatness of you two."

He took a step back, noticing that even the knight had gotten a bit suspicious when eying him. Leave it to the assassins to spoil his mood.

"What IS your name? Mines is LAUREL. Got that?" asked Laurel.

"....."

Fenrir was gone.

BAM! The giant double doors swung open.

"What the--?" Gasped a slender woman in a dark suit. "WHo the heck are you two and what are you doing in my lounge???"

"What the? That cloak guy's gone and here comes another weirdo!" Laurel rolled her eyes.

This new woman was wearing a strange...uniform. Was it a new type of armor? It certainly looked flexible. Perhaps it was a type of thin metal that allowed instant mobility unlike those tacky wooden armors.

Either way, Laurel narrowed her eyes. What did she mean that her lounge? She had appeared here out of nowhere.

"Who are you and why did you bring me here?" she asked the woman.

Kyrene's eyes couldnt help but narrow. What an isolent little girl. "I don't know what you're talking about. I do not know how you got here, but i do hope you realize that you're trespassing and that i have the right to prosecute you to the highest extent of the law."

Haishiro swore a swordsman's curse. She wasn't a full-blooded assassin. The reason why she could never kill indiscriminately was because she was raised by a priest and then by a crusader. She had a mix of morals...and swears.

In an instant she had risen from her that red Poring-like thing and stood at the ready as her cloak unfurled. Yugurehi was in her left hand while her right formed the seal to an incantation.

There was something strange about the new woman's eyes, as if---as if she had seen them a long, long time ago. Her instincts were usually right. She drew back and sheathed the dagger while her right hand smoked from the canceled incantation.

Her cloak had streamed behind her. She bowed slightly. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'm not quite aware of where I am. However, my name is Katsumoto Haishiro, of Midgard. Pleased to meet you."

"Laurel" repeated the girl. What did that person mean by trespassing? They were the ones that brought her here in the first place. She looked when...another person popped up, out of nowhere! Then off she went. Pop! Something had transported her.

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"I have succeeded!" he said. Kianus looked around him. How come everybody was so tense? It was like they all wanted to murder each other now and then.

"Yeah...so I'm Kianus....what's up y'all?" He waved weakly at the other people, hoping that he was not intruding on anything.