[[Meh, this'll start off a little short. >___0'']]


The rocks clunked off the side of the brick wall obnoxiously, scrambling across the ground trying to flee. The pressure from which the stones were being tossed was enough to shatter through glass, but that was not of her intentions. Infact, at the moment she had none. The entire city was a bore and the only attraction was the late night tavern. That was a gigantic no. Even being at this distance she was becoming angry, drunks were disgusting life forms. They were a waste of oxygen and even though she swore to never kill just to kill, she had to stop herself everyonce in awhile.

Through the large window she could watch the over-sized men devour their liqour and brisk each woman with an empty hand. These actions confused her.

"I don't understand, I could never let someone touch me like that. It's so gross..."

Her voice wasn't exactly loud enough for a passer-by to understand, unless that passer-by was trying to. Looking away from the tavern, Azrail propped her arms up behind her head and watched the sky. She was laying upside down on the building across from the tavern, legs crossed and head almost dangling over the edge. Her eyes widened greatly as a few stars blinked here and there, pressing a smile to her face. The sky had always been the one thing that could bring Azrail back, the one thing that could always calm her senses. A thin breeze drifted against her body and whipped at her shorts, sending a shiver up her spine. That too caused her to smile. Other than disgusting drunks and suspicious customers life was amazing and always interesting to her.

A sudden weariness overcame her and she yawned. Azrail closed both eyes and rolled onto her side, the scratchy roof shingles not bothering her skin too much. She was unsure of how long she had been asleep, perhaps for a few moments or even a few hours. It was a very calming sleep because her dream had been a bittersweet memory. It was of a past lover, a customer that continued to hire her work but for a deeper meaning than just revenge. He was handsome, tall and dark with short black hair. Just her type. That didn't last long, unfortunately. One of the best things of her life taken away in the quickest second by the loud smash of....a glass bottle?

Her eyes opened and her torso jolted upwards, turning so she could glance towards the ground. Quirking a brow, she turned so she was sitting on her knees and leaning over the edge of the roof. Another shatter, another jump. It was a fat man and a barely dressed woman stumbling out of the tavern. He had one hand holding her around the waist and the empty hand waving unknowningly in the air at something that wasn't there. She was giggling and pulling her heeled shoes off while trying to walk in step with him at the same time. Azrail shook her head and spit at the ground, hoping they would run into a vampire or werewolf or some kind.

"That's pathetic. She could be so beautiful if it wasn't for this place...I shouldn't hang around much more, or it'll try and suck me in too."

Azrail chuckled at herself and let her legs dangle over the edge, grasping the edge and pushing herself off. She landed in a crouching position, her right hand gently brushing against Threnody's Spite resting against her hip. She stood up and patted her clothing out, clearing her throat as she passed by the tavern window. She noticed a few wandering eyes following her dark form and it pushed her into a gentle jog. Soon she found herself prancing through an alleyway, just deciding to go with where the town took her. Around every corner was always a new surprise.

Around every corner there, in fact, is always a new surprise. Footsteps could be heard throughout the alley, as if someone was being chased down. Enigmus was chasing down a drunk, who had made the wrong move earlier in the day. The drunk foot tripped over a rock, and he found hisself face-first on the ground with a thud being heard. Enigmus slowed up and began to walk with a fire of intimidation in his eye. He grabbed his sword hilt inside of his coat, and slowly withdrew it. The drunk heard the sound the sword made.

Enigmus approached the drunk. He turned the man around and clutched his neck tightly. As seconds went by, Enigmus tightened his grip. In a hoarse voice the man begged,

" Please, I'm sorry! "

Enigmus began to loosen his grip, until the man showed a slight grin.

" Wrong move again... "

Enigmus lifted the man off of the ground, with his single arm. The man attempted to move his arm. Enigmus took his sword and drove it through the drunk's gut. He dropped him calmly, no emotion what so ever.

Enigmus sighed and started up the alley, noticing a quite pretty girl prancing also. He put his sword away and fixed his coat on him, walking with his head slightly tilted downward.

[[Meh, I'm sorry this sucks >__<]]

A lamp flickered sadly in the alleyway, the flame quietly giving way to the breeze trying to pass by. It made Azrail sad. She took these sorts of things as signs, the fire should atleast defend itself against the wind. Azrail placed her hands in her pockets and shrugged, figuring perhaps it was best for the fire to die out. Maybe it was time.

A mumbled plea caught her attention as did a few shuffled feet. She quirked a brow and leaned forward as she slowed her pace, becoming a bit curious. She had quite a few assumptions; maybe a couple was having a good evening. Or perhaps there was something darker happening, something she didn't want part of. If worst came to worst it would just be another drunk and she would have to fight herself to hold back. However, if it was a loose drunk, she was unsure if she could hold herself back or not this time. Her patience was thinning with each situation.

A voice, a masculine one vibrated throughout the alleyway wall. He didn't sound too happy. Azrail frowned and sped up a little, trying to spy without being caught. She happened to approach at the wrong moment. The man, who must have been the one yelling, was holding another against the wall. Azrail's eyes shut quickly as the angered man thrust his sword into the other's stomach, a gruesome gurgling sound emitting from the dying man's throat. Azrail was too close to stop now, she was already involved in this crime as a witness. She didn't know if the killer was psychotic, if she ran he might run after. Or he could possibly just walk awake shrugging the fact he was seen from his shoulders. Pouting, Azrail stopped a few feet from the man as he began to walk her way, keeping his head down. She shook her head and grasped her Threnody's Spite, unsheathing it carefully.

"Are you the type of man that kills...just to kill?"

She lifted her gaze and narrowed her eyes, glancing towards the dead man then back to the walking one.

"People like you disgust me."

She placed a foot behind her for balance, tilting her head gently to the side. His reaction was important and would influence her decision on what to do. A fight was not necessarily what Azrail was searching for, but a bit of exercise wouldn't do her any harm. She grinned and waited.

Enigmus noticed the young lady with a, quite nice, knife in her hand. As always, he was misunderstood, by his uncontrollable actions. He lifted his head, with a slight scowling look on his face.

He thought about the question she asked.

" You did not really need to see that, and no I'm not that type of person. I always have a reason. "

Enigmus watched the way she moved her feet in place. She seemed to be a quite skillful fighter, seeing the way she measured her angles and such.

" I could care less if I disgusted you anyway. "

Enigmus watched her characteristics closely with a look of interest now on his face. He seemed to recognize her. Her hair and eye colors. Her personality. He couldn't help but to ask a question.

" Does your name happen to be Azrail? "

Enigmus grasped his sword, knowing that if she was Azrail, she was an assassin, and he may not be able to trust her, knowing she's quite a skilled one.

Why was Azrail starting so much trouble? She didn't even know this man nor the dead one, let alone his reasoning for killing him. Sights like that normally set her off, however she usually was never one to jump in on foreign affairs. That gave her a bad name, which eventually would place a stigma on her if one were to hire her for work. Everything was like a chain reaction, all reacting off of Azrail's emotions between right and wrong. Then again, who was she to decide which was which? She killed beings for money and sometimes she felt as if that was lower than being just a killer. Sighing, Azrail loosened her stance and brought her foot back to it's previous position, causing her to stand straight.

Though she seemed less threatening to the eye, Azrail's heart was still pounding harder and harder. She knew this situation could only really end in one way and it was pretty much all of her fault. She shouldn't have jumped in and accused this stranger and she shouldn't have made such a threatening gesture. However, her fingers delicating grasped the hilt of Threnody's Spite, tracing the intricate designs that was made with extremely precise work. She normally carried around more than one dagger, however her hunting dagger was back in her little hiding-out spot right outside of the city limits. Also there was most of her gold and her "hunting" attire, hidden carefully within a group of mishapped trees and bushes. Azrail wasn't much of one to desire or appreciate fine living, as long as she was dry and warm she could live anywhere. She wasn't a difficult person really, just a bit stubborn at times.

Sighing, Azrail shrugged at his second comment. She could care less if he cared less, if that made any sense. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she stepped back a little again, not sure what this man was planning to do. He honestly did not look like someone who was completely violent, however he did look like he could probably take Azrail down easily. She wasn't really all the strong, just sneaky. The only real thing you need to be a good assassin.

Suddenly, Azrail was tugged out of spacing out at the call of her own name. She quirked a brow and rushed to figure out what would be the best way to answer. If he knew it was her, would it effect her in any kind of destructive way? From what she knew there was no bounty over her head, maybe he was a fellow assassin. However if that were the case, she would have to take him out. Competition wasn't in her cards. Smirking, Azrail decided on what to do.

"Perhaps. If it was, would it make the situation better or worse?"

She chuckled and noticed his hand grasp his own weapon. This might get quite interesting...her entire perspective was beginning to change.


[[Totally lame. >____<'']]