nikita // c r o s s r o a d s

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] There was something about this companion of his. At first, he had been all right with the strange fellow; he certainly seemed devious and cunning enough, but here, now, even with a monster at his side, the man was paranoid about something. A sure sign of weakness, as the duo walked at a forcibly rushed paced towards Ordon Village. "Not long now, not long," his fellow traveler kept muttering under his breath, and the hellhound could only assume he meant until they reached the village. There was a reason why he would make a contract with a person. That reason for this man was now gone, as evident as the subtle panic held in his eyes. Something's up and he won't tell me. The dog mused. It was the reason why he was here, most likely. But if something were to happen, he would not be the one to stop it. "Today, you'll die," The monster whispered under his breath, fingers flexing at his side as he walked at a slow gait behind the panicked other. Be it by my hands, or this thing that has you so frightened. Even if he had lost interest in this character, it was a pretty sad feeling, to lose another comrade. It meant he needed to find someone to replace him, and that would possibly take a long time. Even worse when this was his only current party. But he didn't go for the weak; as a monster, he needed powerful allies. In front of him, the man continued to babble, eyes shifting nervously back and forth. "I have a hellhound at my side, it'll be fine..." Oh, but it was far from fine.

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[Nikita Svahild]

little boy, she's from the street

before you start, you're already beat

Nikita considered herself to be an expert in her field. Surely there was hardly anyone more versed in the ways of assassination, nor could there be anyone who loved the work more than she. So, when her work was... interrupted, she didn't appreciate it. At all.

The teen was perched in a tree, concealed by the thick foliage in such a way that allowed her to see out, but no one could see in. Kanra was comfortable in her hand, the gleam of the blade also concealed; Nikita was no fool, after all, and she would not be given away by something so trivial.

The paranoid man below was the one who had killed her client, she knew. Directly or indirectly, it hardly mattered; Nikita knew he was the cause of the man's death. For that, he would have to die. It wasn't a personal thing; she was too professional for that. No, it was a matter of principal. Since she wouldn't get the money for completing that client's mission, she would take his killer's life as compensation.

But the man had a companion now, and that would complicate things. She had originally intended to ambush him and cut him down, simple as that; she would take everything valuable and make it look like your average mugging. But with the white-haired boy with her target, she would have to be more subtle about it. She did not wish to shed blood unnecessarily; a target was a target, and Nikita liked to be as clean about it as possible.

With deft fingers the girl tugged a small throwing knife out of her right sleeve, took but a moment to aim, and sent the dagger flying towards the paranoid man's temple.

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] He was curious why the man was so paranoid. But he was fairly sure that if he brought up the subject, he would go into hysterics. Everything seemed perfectly fine and dandy, if it weren't for his attitude that made everything foreboding, bearing a sense of betrayal in the air. Well, he couldn't disagree about the betrayal part, at least. Cerberus licked his lips idly as he followed along the path, brushing a finger across the horizontal scar lining across the bridge of his nose. Being with scaredy-cats was no fun at all. "Pick up the pace, will you?" The voice came from ahead, and his crimson eyes peered to see that he had lagged behind just a bit. At that, the dog huffed, mostly to himself. What was he, some kind of Pokemon pet? "Pick up the pace, nyeh~" He mimicked perfectly in a low voice, skipping a few steps to catch up, as he threw his arms up in exaggeration, to play along with his mockery, that the man was too oblivious to notice. At that miraculous moment, though, something whizzed by his forearm, just barely driving through cloth, the momentum of his body quite literally throwing the projectile off course and skywards, only to land back in the grass with a soft rustle. The latter squealed. Cerberus ignored it, stooping over to pick up the sleek blade. "Why, hello, gorgeous," The monster called whimsically, examining the edge of the dagger. The further paranoid one turned to run, but was caught by the collar as the hellhound held him in place. A strange thing for a companion to be doing. "Hold on a minute, friend," came his singsong voice to the struggling man, twirling the dagger between his fingers as he spun the man around to face him, calling to the brush. "Would our little silent songbird like to come out and play?" An interesting turn of events, he had to say.

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[Nikita Svahild]

little boy, she's from the street

before you start, you're already beat

Interesting. Now the white-haired companion had one of her daggers, and it appeared that he was not on such friendly terms with her target. Perhaps the boy -- the man? -- could be of use to her. She had never worked with an ally before, but even her enhanced senses could only take in so much. Another set of eyes and ears could be useful... if he didn't get in her way.

Before descending, she took off her glasses and tucked them into her blazer. It was intriguing, the way that something as simple as glasses and keeping her eyes downcast could disguise her. Truly, she looked a different person when they were off.

Nikita leapt from the tree, landing lightly on the balls of her feet. Kanra was still loose in her grip, although her hand tightened slightly; if she had to use it, she would prefer to be ready. She was watching and listening; a skill, surprisingly, that few seemed to have. Not many thought to look with their eyes, rather than their hearts.

Upon getting a clearer look the white-haired boy and his companion clearly, she saw only a strange, droll boy and a frightened man.

"Stand aside," were her only words to the boy. She would only hurt him if he got in her way.

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] She appeared, as if descending from the heavens. Of course, he would never really consider an assassin any type of angel, aside from perhaps of death, but she was possibly a relief from boredom, and that was good enough for him. Her words were curt and simple, making the lighter-haired male's lips curve into an inquiring smirk. Not much of a talker. Seemed to be a common characteristic in the stealthy types. He sighed, holding the dagger of hers still in his grasp, also refusing to let go of the man who squirmed by his collar. Despite being so young, the latter seemed so tiny compared with his unusually tall stature. Crimson eyes returned the gaze of the young girl's, a hint of possible light amusement in them. "And if I don't? Will you kill me too, my dear?" He jerked the man closer, side by side. "I technically have an obligation to protect this guy, you see," At the words, he seemed to calm just a little bit, the smallest, shakiest smile appearing briefly on his face, until Cerberus swung his arm and threw the man forwards, towards the girl, where he stumbled and ungraciously gave a sort of faceplant. "But he's gotten rather boring, so do what you will." Oh, the shock of betrayal in the air~ He was a monster, and as jovial as he was, he cared not. The man in the grass whipped his head up, like a deer in the headlights. "But the contract!" He started whining, as expected, but the monster ignored him, awaiting the girl's response. There were many things she could have been thinking: A trick, a trap? He could only observe and watch how she would take what she saw and heard with her own senses.

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[Nikita Svahild]

little boy, she's from the street

before you start, you're already beat

He towered over her, she noted; but then, most people did. She was a short girl, standing at a mere five feet. She considered it an advantage against those larger than her; she was smaller, faster, and while she probably wasn't stronger, she was most likely more agile and certainly had better reflexes.

She tilted her head slightly at his question, a slight crease forming in her brow. Wasn't that much obvious? It was hardly worth confirming, so she said nothing it all. If he chose to interfere, then he would find out for himself. Actions spoke louder than words; Nikita lived by that rule.

And by his actions, the girl gathered that this tall boyman was a natural betrayer. It mattered not to her, as she was not the one being betrayed; if anything, it made things easier. To stop the fallen man's whining, she placed her foot on his head to shove it in the dirt. She lifted her katana, angled it so that the slant of the top of the blade was pointing at the man's neck, and brought it down without much ceremony. It was a strong, swift cut right in one of the weaker points of the neck bone.

She looked at the man, and looked at the tall companion. "A traitor," she said. It wasn't a question, nor an accusation; it was a mere statement of fact that, to Nikita, described the white-haired man perfectly.

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] She truly was not one to talk, was she? That only made him all the more eager to try and get some sort of reaction out of her. No teenaged girl (or at least, she looked teenaged) should live life without ever smiling or laughing. That just wasn't right. He smiled, mostly to himself, up until the point where the girl placed her foot upon the man, drawing her blade. No answers, of course. A swift and soundless execution, if he did say so himself upon observation. He inwardly cringed as the man's life was taken, for though he felt no sympathies, there was still the subtle bond that they had agreed upon, crumbling and breaking in that instant. He did not mind, truly, as he was used to the feeling, but it made him feel weaker, less powerful. After all, his true form was now locked from him. That is, until he could find others. "A traitor," The words didn't seem to phase the lighter-haired male, as he switching from looking at his ex-companion to the girl. Starting with this one, yes. "Hmm, perhaps so," he challenged the statement. "But then again, we had an agreement, and conditions which he no longer satisfied." Raising his arm, he absent-mindedly stared at the dagger still in his hands. "So I thank you for finishing the task for me~" If he offered a reward, would she take it? His crimson gaze seemed to suggest something cunning and devious. "You seem far more interesting, anyways."

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