The Job

[Asher]

Asher had made plans for the night, either exercising or going to see Delyla. Something about that blind girl just drew his attention. He couldn't explain it. The man shook his head, and got his thoughts back into the game. The immortal wasn't dressed in his casual denims now, and didn't need to be thinking about what he did or who he met while he wore those jeans. With his trench-coat closed and the hood pulled over his eyes, he stood out in the club atmosphere, but just as well, he blended in. He had received the call from a client, though not by modern means. Someone really knew that they wanted this person gone, or at least scared shitless. He was the man to call upon, by inscribing a pigeon carrier with the contract. His client was a political official, moving against the peaceful vampires here, labeling them. The official, who was a strict Christian type, had hated all who were not of the human race, and found only that the Coven was a ruse. His target was another vampire, just any group of them. The political official was a moron. His plan was to make it look like the vampires had civil unrest amongst each other, and then the slopes would turn in favor of his campaign. The assassin surfed through the crowd slowly, pondering on why the client just didn't find some low-life primal Vamp and set him loose in the city. Alas, though, Asher was not paid to think. He was paid to kill.

The music raged around him, thundering mash-ups of hip hop and trance industrial, and predatory eyes watched potential marks from one of the higher floors of Club Rez interior. As the man leaned on the metal frame of the railing, he looked over the bouncing heads and drinks raised to the air. Zombie Nation blasted over woofers and tweeters, and the crowd below on the dance floor looked just as that. A zombie nation. The world had evolved, and he watched it, even now. From blind and stupid mortals, to blind and stupid mortals who now know they're not alone, not even on their own planet. With a sigh, he turned to a passing shot-girl, who'd been carrying a tray full of fluorescent blacklight drinks that glowed beneath each pass. He grabbed two off her tray, and left a twenty for the girl. He would might as well have some fun and take a drink, blend a little more, as he would wait for an opportunity to present itself.

[Delyla]

Long raven tendrils fall down her back, and a smile, shy and nervous touches her lips. No makeup, for none is needed. Clothes, dark denim, and a sheer race back tank, a Bustier underneath. Thin skin sandals on she makes her way into the club, her cane baring a secret. A blade hidden in the handle should she need it. Void black eyes reflect the lights that dance over the throngs of people. A tense vibe on the air she raises to the second balcony, standing against the rail she lets the vibrations coarse through her. "Hmm..." she rolls the cane in her hand, something off about the night. The thin soles of her shoes lets her feel everything going on in the floor. "Interesting.."

[Asher]

Asher glanced down to the crowds again as he finished a shot, dropping the plastic tube over a trash can and down into its depths. He hadn't noticed the woman almost directly beside him, until the cane she rolled in her hands snapped against the back of his hand, which still braced the railing. He withdrew his hand and glanced over, shocked at what he'd saw. The chances of running into her were slim, but to run into her here and now were about as slimming as the Slenderman's suit. Asher remained quiet, and carefully stepped backwards, avoiding bumping into anyone. His toes laid first, and then slowly lowered his heel. He was displacing the shock of the bass system's tremors. His kept his breathing shallow, and then finally turned around. He sifted back through the crowd and came back to the same railing, standing further away from Delyla. "Jesus... How in the hell did this shit happen?" he cussed, and watched the woman now, thinking of his assignment. This could complicate things. Although the woman was blind, others in the club weren't. And if Delyla was here, there was no telling who amongst her friends would not be so far behind her.

Asher only became mildly paranoid. His coat was the evidence that held against him, that he was nothing more than just a club-patron making eyes at a blind girl down the railing that was dressed to kill. If he was being watched, the man made another turn, and walked away from the rail. He needed a stiff drink, and fast. Tonight was the deadline. Do it now, or no pay. He couldn't avoid completing the assassination in front of Delyla. With a slow breath, Asher approached the bar, and waved one of the skinny women over. He ignored eye contact with the woman, and said over the crowd without yelling. "Vodka double on the rocks. Gimme Everclear." The woman nodded, and served his drink in just a few minutes. Fingers punched in numbers against the register and she called out the price. He slipped her adequate amount and leaned against the bar top with a sigh, taking the drink in two long gulps.

[Delyla]

Blinking she speaks, when her cane touches flesh. "I am sorry." She says, not knowing who it is she smiles a little shyly. Scooting down a little, she pauses..the feet displacing the vibration rhythm knowing and light. Turning slowly around she blinks, her brows furrowing slightly. "Hmm..that feels familiar." She says to herself, but doesn't follow. Turning back tobthe rail she wonders why he hasn't said anything, and moved away rather then saying hello.

Her hands tap the rail, and the infectious beat moves her a little. The vibrations around her once more in place she turns once more, curious..wondering wherehe has gone too...

[Asher]

There was a commotion behind him, further down along the bar. The sounds of glass shattering against solid surfaces and a soft cry. "Hey man, what's yo' deal? I was jus' messin' witchoo!" Asher turned to look, seeing a human backing up against a wall, from a vampire. Asher thought in his mind it was the perfect time for a little passive aggressive influence. The man slipped from the bar and shuffled lightly along the floor, mixing his foot patterns with other patrons who were beginning to panic at the sight of an angered vampire. If he could cause the vampire to attack the human, maybe even kill the man, then the contract would complete itself, and no blood to stain his hands. He'd come close to the angry undead, but a few people behind. He called out, merely a whisper that only a supernatural could hear. "Kill him. Kill the fuckin' ungrateful sod. It's only cattle. He shouldn't fuck with something as superior as a vampire. Do it. Unless, of course, you're scared of what a shattered government would do to you." Asher moved back, with the startled crowd as the vampire stepped forward, cornering the mortal into a more frightful and threatened position. The immortal grinned quietly, his work was done. This instance would be enough for the politician.

The vampire closed in on the man, eyes a-glow with frenzy, and lips curved to a snarl. A hand lifted and shot down against the mortal, a solid punch to the side of his face. Bones cracked and shattered beneath the one hit, rendering the man unconcious with a broken jaw but otherwise alive. The vampire turned and snarled at the crowd, demanding to know what the fuck they were looking at, when two other vampires, bouncers by the look of them, grabbed the enraged third and dragged him away from humans.

Asher, satisfied, turned from the mess and went back to his drink, ordering something a little stronger. His eyes traveled back to Delyla, watching her again as he waited for his drink. This glass would be the last, before he made his escape and send a carrier pigeon to deliver the news. Slowly, the assassin fished a twenty from his pocket and slipped it across the bar toward the keep as she delivered his drink. The job was small, and hardly enough change to fill his pockets, but had a better potential to make his wallet that much bigger.

[Alex]

Watched from the shadows and shakes his head, having heard every word, tutting gloved fingers in the man's direction, slipping free from the shadows and walked along the bar, steps moving along the bartop like a normal person's would however the mere fact the male was no older then that of a nine year old child, leaning down to whisper something into the female bartender's ear and giggled quietly.

Moving away and dropped from the bartop only to vanish into the crowd, looking up to the balcony, jumping up and clung to it with gloved hands, watching once more, picking out those who would cause trouble and who would not. "Lady Delyla should not be mixing with the crowds of those who wish to cause trouble" Sitting in a crouch, balancing on the edge of the railing, watching the male down below who had egged the male vampire on, gloved fingers lacing and curling around both legs.

[Delyla]

Turning a little she frowns softly. Asher's voice chiding on the creature whom sought to kill another. The sound of bones crunching follows, and she turns away to try and hide from the noise. The rails vibrate and she turns her head slightly to the sound of her name. "And who is this young voice who knows my name?" She says, nd pauses...the hair along the back of her head and a little down her neck stands tingling. Someone watching her she straightens, then smiles. "I am not entirely defenseless young man, though I cannot see...I can feel those around me." She says, and blinks her void eyes out of habit. "So, wjats a kid doin in a place like this? Or is the youth I hear a ruse?"

[Asher]

Asher scowled slightly at the taste of his drink, and left the bar with his drink unfinished. Something fowl clouded around the air after his provocation of the vampire, and he did not like the feeling it left in his gut. He turned from the scene and moved toward one of the fire escapes. A hidden blade tucked neatly around his wrist, slipped out for a fraction of a second, cutting the wire that would sound the alarm as he'd exited. Without that alarm, he should remain unnoticed in the exit. As the man stepped out into the cool night air, he looked down to the alleyway, and then up toward the ceiling. "Why not the high ground..." he mumbled before wrapping fingers around the iron ladder that would take him up top. His boots hardly touched each rung as he pulled himself up, and then moved to the edge. Eyes scanned the horizon, finding a peace in something of the chaos that plagued the land. It would be difficult to find a pigeon, and Asher had scowled at the thought of using a telephone. Still, in cases like these, he came prepared with a prepaid line. Digging into a pocket, he pulled the phone out with the number dialed on speed. The line clicked from its ringing, and Asher replied with a grumble. "It's done. You know where to meet. Three Days."

The was all he said, before Asher took the prepaid flip phone and snapped it in two, severing wires. He slipped the card from the battery slot and pocketed in, before tossing the phone in the bottom of a dumpster. With free time on his hands now, he'd best make it back to the hotel, before anyone other than the client caught on to his appearance at Club Rez. Asher turned toward the edge of the building, cracked his neck, and jumped from it without a moment's hesitation.

[Alex]

He looked at the male as he slipped away but said nothing about he, turning his attention to her with a small grin. "I'm a test subject, I am not really a child but in a way I am, I can not shift my form and age very slowly which is why I am still child like in apperance, but I am son to Erebus and I heard about you through the grapevine of the coven and thought I might catch you around and say hello."

[Delyla]

With a soft nod she smiles. Hiding the disappointment that grips her stomach she blinks again. "Interesting. I didn't realize that the others talked of me." She says somewhat shyly. Shifting her cane in her hands she searches the vibration patterns, but feels nothing other then the crushing people, and the beat. Her attention still on Alex she speaks again. "It is nice to meet you, son to Erebus." She says and smiles.

[Asher]

Asher looked back toward the club... It was too risky... but he didn't want to leave the girl behind. He didn't like the game of deceit, not with her. Were it anyone else, he wouldn't have minded, but only with her... Asher placed a hand over his eyes and grumbled. He'd call her from the hotel, and join with her later. He kept telling himself that, but his feet were moving before he could realize that he didn't even have her number, if she had one. "Fine..." he growled to his own feet, and jumped back to the rooftop of Club Rez. He turned and looked at the crowd below. Nothing out of the ordinary. No panicked voices, nothing. This made him feel only slightly better. Asher checked all of what he had on him, aside from money, what he would need within the club. Only a knife, he supposed, taking one about the size of a survival knife, and a string of threaded titanium wire, looped and tied to the hilt of the knife. Multi-task weapon. Perfect. He climbed down the fire escape and back to the exit door. With the knife, he wedged open the latch and pried the door open only a sliver. Just enough to see if anyone was watching. Seeing none, he slipped back inside and moved to a booth, covered in darkness.

[Alex]

Grinned slightly. He could feel the different beats verberating through his feet. "Many speak of others inthe covern you just need to know which person to listen to." Adjusting his form ever so slightly as movement caught his eye.He could have swornthe other man was back but he couldnt be fully sure. hanging upside down from the railing to get a better view ofthings on the ground floor and those on it.

[Delyla]

Her cheeks warm a little and she nods. "That , I do a lot of " she says, and straightens a little then. Her head tilting she rolls the ball of her foot lightly on the floor. Though can't quite make it out with all the other vibrations and noise. "So I may have already asked you, but what brings you here? People watching?" She says with a slight grin, then turned her head a little, somethinf unshakable in the air now. Her hand grips her cane a little harder, and she turns to the side sharply.

"Don't.."
The single word drifts firm from her lips. Her dull eyes shine almost against the lights, her cane up and set into the right shoulder of a man. She kept him a that distance, until she felt him move away again. Turning back to Alex she shakes her head a little. Then tu.es her ears, and feet..to a specific pattern in the vibrations.

[Asher]

Asher inclined his head slightly, only to peek beneath the rims of the hood. A small boy was hanging from the rafters near Delyla. He blinked and made not another second be wasted in his observation. He'd only looked for a a total of two and one half seconds. Enough to take in a full summary of the boy. He was clearly supernatural, but unknown of what kind. The eyes excluded the rulings of vampire, being mismatched, and unlikely in their hues. The agility, stamina, and endurance had to be of a high nature, as not many could hold that position for as long as he did. Asher collected notes inside his head, without looking back up. A shot-girl passed him by and fingers wrapped softly around the passing wrist to gain the attention. He slipped her a twenty and spoke his drink with a gravelled voice, distorting it purposely for any that might recognize him for a witness report. He let the woman go, before sitting upright and not rigid, but not completely lax either. Fingers and hands folded together while thumbs twiddled overhead the palms.

[Alex]

His eyes watching everything that was happening even though he was upside down. Taking note of the male again as he gave a small child like grin. Exposing dangerous sharp teeth. Not fangs but not human teeth either as he pulled himself back up again and looked at her. "I am here to explore. Watching those humans and they way they do things are always very interesting."