[VIDEO + ACTION for ORLEA] #Death Lotus #2

[sinister_blade]

[The recording shows the street and several people screaming. There is hustle and yelling before everything calmed down.

The assassin turns camera towards herself. It was obvious she's sitting on one of the rooftops. She sets the camera down and starts packing up her blades, double checking her leg pouches.]

That happens when you interfere with someone's training. It's not my fault that the idiot got in the way of my blade. [The guy is obviously stupid since he SAW her target practicing.

She takes the phone that's recording still and jumps down, picking up her hair and tying it on top of her head. She sighs tiredly.]

Does anyone knows where I can find tavern? I need a drink. [A pause.] And food.

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[Action]

[sinister_blade]

[She turns around and eyes him up and down. Trust her, she saw creepier things than you.]

Don't worry, he's not dead. Just passed out of fright.

[She picks up dagger that was nearby and cleans it, returning it to the pouch.]

I don't remember seeing you around. [She's assassin, she has pretty good memory.]

[Action]

[kurloz_makara]

[Hm, even more interesting. His eyes lower but his smile widens into more of a smirk.]

[Kurloz frowns and looks the guy over again. Huh, oh yeah, a heart beating meant you were alive for most people. His heart still beat, and yet he was dead, so those 'obvious' signs of life where null and void now.]

[His eyes glance up at her again when he sees the glint of her blade, tilting his head at the statement. He's been living in Orlea for a few weeks now, he wouldn't say his memory was as good as an assassins but he doubted he'd forget seeing a face like that.]

[He bowed, arm coming out in a flourish. But the movement was less classy and more of a mockery to ring leaders and princes who considered that as an elegant greeting.]

[Hello, it's nice to meet you.]

[Action]

[sinister_blade]

[Ah the non-talking folk. She met those back at home. The Buvelle girl doesn't talks at all yet somehow everyone understand her.

Peculiar.

Katarina just nods at the bow- she doesn't think anything of the way he greeted her. Really, people would be afraid of what she met and did.]

Any way I can get your name? I'm Katarina. [She says and walks over the nearest bench to sit down. She's a bit tired from the practice.]

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[kurloz_makara]

[The only things that could honestly frighten him come from his own mind. though he has seen his own share of strange creatures and places.]

[He watches her for a while, he didn't mind answering your question, the only problem was how to go about it. She didn't look like she knew sign language either.]

[The mime would usually use his phone, but that would involve having to mess with his sylladex.]

[He smiles, she didn't look weak of mind or body, so it shouldn't hurt to just use his chuckle voodoo's.]

[His eyes begin to glow, switching between different shades of purple.]

MY NAME IS KURLOZ MAKARA.

[He was only using Telepathy and keeping his voodoo to the lowest degree, a slight haunting shiver compared to the terror inducing ability it could be. His voice was deep and sounded far off, like the dark spirit he was.]

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[sinister_blade]

[Katarina had experienced telepathy before, courtesy of Sona Buvelle. The girl can't talk but links her mind with person she talks with.

Although, while connection with Sona seemed all tranquil and blissful, this connection gave her creeps. And she's assassin. Go figure.

But she shows no signs of being overly affected by it.]

Should I call you by name or surname? Last person I tried to call by their name threw tantrum and wanted me to apologize for insolence. [Touchy. As if she will apologize for something so trivial.]

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[kurloz_makara]

[He had to admire her ability to keep her outward composure, although it didn't help against his ability to sense fear. After all, you could say that the Makara's where fear itself.]

[Huh, he never really got that. Wouldn't it be more honorable to go by your first name and credit yourself to your own accomplishments? But he supposed humans used family as credibility, similar to the way trolls used blood.]

[He found it all pretty ridiculous.]

YOU CAN CALL ME WHATEVER YOU WISH, SISTER. DOESN'T MOTHER FUCKING MATTER TO ME.

[He shrugs as he says this, shaking his head. Hell, you could even call him Stony the clown if you like.]