I don’t know who you are or how you got in here but I need you to give back at least some of the armoury (Assassins meme) (PlayKinshara/Rose)
Well, shit.
The place was supposed to be empty. All the staff had been paid off, threatened, or otherwise taken care of. A quick grab of essential weaponry and then gone before anyone missed anything.
Well, that was the plan until he saw the kind of firepower this place was holding. He might have gotten a bit carried away.
Kenpachi glared at the counter-intruder and pondered his predicament. The man didn’t look too big, and he was sure a fight wouldn’t be difficult. That, however, would entail dropping some of the weapons he was carrying. Hell, he couldn’t even point a gun at the stranger without losing an item. He settled for looking menacing.
“I left some of the ammo,” he grunted in response.
Newest Target: Captain Naomi Ashkenazi. Make it look like an accident or suicide. Restrain yourself somewhat and obliterate the scene this time, Kimblee.
My character is now an assassin! Send me “Newest target: [character]” and they’ll react to opening up their newest case file to see that’s the person they have to eliminate.
Captain Naomi Ashkenazi, eh? Kimbley had never heard the name before, which means that this would call for some research. And once he gains enough information, he would base his entire plot around his acquired information.
But for now, he decides to contemplate what he has before him.
Captain. Military, perhaps. And when it comes to making deaths look like an accident, someone in the military makes for a perfect target.
Ah, yes. Captain Ashkenazi, fallen in the line of duty. Maybe she would be promoted posthumously for her courageous acts.
Which, of course, would be fictional, in this case.
And to obliterate the scene would be more than his pleasure, of course.
Though he might just ignore that “restrain yourself somewhat” part.
Newest Target: Karen Simone. While you should conceal your murder of her, make sure it's painful and slow, and that when you're finished with her, nobody will be able to recognize her remains.
My character is now an assassin! Send me “Newest target: [character]” and they’ll react to opening up their newest case file to see that’s the person they have to eliminate.
[[Gonna do these in a modern AU setting so he won’t be able to just blow people up effortlessly. XD Kinda got long, too. And serial killer-y graphic. Heh. >_>]]
Kimbley had received his instructions earlier this morning and has been thinking all about it ever since he opened that envelope.
In the backyard is a shabby-looking shed, which Kimbley refers to lovingly as his “study.” He crosses the lawn and opens the door, which creaks heavily on its hinges. A few more steps inside, then he flips on the adjacent switch. Fluorescent lights flicker to life.
Within, the ground and walls are covered in slick black plastic tarp, and several cabinets of various sizes adorn the corners of the shed. Heading toward the center table—well, less of a table and more a slab—he presses his hands against its immaculate surface and eyes the instructions once more with a sideways smile.
He had met with this Karen—no, Kitty, that’s how he knows her—several times, and she had proven to be less of a waste of space than others he had met during his time. It’s going to be a pity, killing her. But nonetheless, orders are orders, and he does what he does because he loves it.
Alright then, time to break it down.
Conceal the murder.
Easy enough. He’s been doing this for years now, and it goes without saying that he’ll continue doing his services in private.
His eyes gleam as they rest on a cabinet straight across from him, and he moves toward it with delicate ease.
Painful and slow.
Doubly wonderful.
Certainly Kitty doesn’t deserve slow and painful, but it’s nonetheless what she shall be receiving.
Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws a golden key and undoes the padlock, which falls into his hand uselessly. Then he draws back the doors.
There inside hang hooks and knives of all sizes and curvatures, their clean, silver surfaces shining in the light. Some of these weapons he had made himself, and for one of these he reaches, his fingers gently pressing against his sharpened edge. If he had applied even a fraction more pressure, the blade would have sliced his finger wide open.
He wonders if it’s too sharp, though. Dull blades usually make for more effort—thus, more pain.
He backs away, taking into consideration the last bit of his instructions.
Ensure no one recognizes the remains.
This can call for all sorts of interesting solutions.
If he wants something left to be found, he would just burn the body—making sure he’d cut off the hands and feet, then grind the teeth down into powder to make identification nearly impossible.
But if he wanted to wipe clean the evidence…
One of those cabinets contains an assortment of corrosive acids. He’d simply cut her up into portions, place them in separate buckets, and—with the acid of his choice—melt down what was left of her. Really, any of them could be used to dissolve her remains, but he personally enjoyed the use of sulfuric acid because it was relatively easy to obtain, could be employed with plastic utensils, and it was simply classic. And what was left could then be dispersed into a close-by body of water or dumped into the woods.
But on the other hand, he’s always wondered if his cooking is at all up to par. He has a few neighbors who are quite nosy, and he’s wondered if he might be able to appease their curiosity by offering them a meal of sorts. He doubts they would ask the source of the meat.
He smiles as he thinks about it.
“Veal,” he’d tell them.
Oh, the possibilities are truly endless.
He’s going to be up all night planning this, he knows…
Florence... that was Keye's sister. He knew this was coming, sadly. He'd tried to mislead her, done what he could to keep her away. It wasn't working. Now he had no choice...
Keye? Keye!? Well, okay, he'd probably punned at the wrong person, but was that really a cause for an assassination contract? Honestly. He'd have to confirm this one...
[I am so sorry for this] Newest Target: Filie Make her into a gruesome, public message
Logan looked at the message pale faced. What could possibly have caused Filie to be the target? No. This was wrong. Something was wrong. He couldn't accept this.
But a hit was never denied. Looks like it was time to disappear.
Anthea stared down at the name on the little slip of paper. A small smirk adorned her mouth.
Mycroft Holmes.
One of the most powerful men in Britain and certainly one of the more well protected men. And she’d been assigned to kill him, for a price of course. No questions asked.
Anthea looked up and reached for her gun. This was going to be fun.
