The Assassin of Oslo

The Assassins and Templars have been at war for generations. Fighting on the behalf of those who do not possess the abilities, resources, or knowledge to speak out against those who abuse their power. The Templars fight for total control of the world. This is the story of one Assassin who lost her way and slowly, found her way back with the, albeit, unknowing help of five close allies.

[ericbrandonrp]

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Mikah had used the party to her advantage, cracking open the safe and taking the jewels inside without having to worry about anyone hearing the noise. When Mikah heard footsteps coming down the hall, she closed up the safe and pocked the jewels. The painting had just rested against the safe when the door opened again. Mikah pretended to be admiring the painting when the door closed and the man spoke. 

“I’m sorry, what?” She asked, turning to face him. “Did you want to take a look at it? Quite a piece isn’t it?” Mikah smiled and moved to the side. Concern over the jewels had her heart racing as she tried to think of a way out. The safe was empty and the jewels in her pocket. She needed out before he opened it. 

“Quite a piece of shit, yes,” Alec agreed, barely glancing at the painting for a second. No, he was more curious about the stranger standing in front of him. She wasn’t part of the family that lived in this house; he knew their faces from the files. This one wasn’t familiar at all.

A stray strand of hair hung in his brow, tickling him, and he brushed it away in a swift motion. “Have you seen what’s behind it, though? Beautiful.”

[theassassinofoslo]

“The wall is quite plain.” Mikah mused, a smile on her lips. So he was interested in the safe. Well, pity for him. “Not much of an upgrade from the painting. Excuse me.” She said, nodding in his direction before exiting the room. It wouldn’t be long before he opened the safe and noticed it empty. There was something off about him, something that made Mikah’s skin crawl. Working as a thief meant she met a lot of dangerous characters but none had ever made her feel off.

That man in the room. He was dangerous. The sooner she left the house, the better. Slipping out through the front door, she headed down the street, looking back at the room with the safe. She could barely make the man out in the window but she couldn’t turn away. Part of her wanted to see what he would do once he realised he had been bested.

[karimaro]

Trick or Treat 👻

[theassassinofoslo]

//it’s mikah’s birthday!!!!!!!!!!!

[theassassinofoslo]

In the year that she had lived with Per Olstad, there was one thing she knew for a fact. He was one lazy bastard. Unless someone handed the man a half-done project on a silver platter, he rarely did much. He only worked on the cold cases because he was ordered to finish them up. Still, Mikah knew the man had potential and before he was attacked, he was one hell of a detective both in homicide and vice. It was why she found him so interesting. He focused on one thing, but he didn’t see a path after he killed the killer.

Mikah had a secret she never wanted to tell anyone and was quite thrilled to keep it to herself. Though she had a feeling that people were starting to get suspicious. Mostly Per, who had the woman pinned to the mat in the basement gym of the Oslo Police Station. It wasn’t the first time they had fought in the gym nor would it be the last. Currently, they were 2-2 and fighting again for the upper hand until the next day when they would go at it again. A thief wasn’t someone who had the skills to fight like Mikah did. Hell, Per had seen her throw out another detective who was a foot taller and at least a hundred pounds heavier. That detective was a brawler, knowing for his hard punches and having broken Per’s arm once when they were both itching for a fight long before the Serial Killer made Per and his daughter his latest victims.

Mikah…threw the man out of the ring like he was a piece of paper.

It was one of the few reasons why Per stepped into the ring with his lover? Well, flat mate at the least. Mikah was fast, used her opponent’s body weight and momentum against them and landed hard punches and jabs to key points that would have been fatal if she had a knife. That wasn’t something she learned being a common thief. He had arrested common thieves and knew they didn’t pack much of a punch and those who did kill, they had gotten lucky and were surprised to hear when their victims had died. Mikah was a different beast, a league all her own.

And she could hold her own against Per. She taught him new moves and he provided her a challenge she hadn’t had since she lived in Rome. Right now, she was staring up at his smirking face, letting him think he won…but that smirk was replaced by surprise as she hooked her leg around his and flipped them, Mikah wrapped around his body and her hand pressing into his throat and forcing his head up.

“Don’t let your ego get the best of you. It can mean your death. 3-2.” She purred, releasing him when he finally tapped out her wrist. He still had the instinct that she was working on breaking out of him. Moving his hands to try and pull the attackers hands from his throat. He could have easily won, if he had continued the roll and it would have broken her hold but instead, he went for her hands. If she had a knife, he would have been dead before his hands could struggle.

From where her thigh was placed, she could feel his hardness pressing into her, but she let it go…for now. Getting up, Mikah held out her hand and pulled Per to his feet, ignoring the small crowd they always drew when they got into it.

@drunkbutbrilliant // @ericbrandonrp