[RP] Turn 3, Sector 1731 - Atreus

[Daemonknight]

Atreus, Free Worlds League
Royal Marik Hotel, Room 2417
0020 June 16th, 3091

Despite being a regular room, it was still rather lavish, as befitted one of the more upscale hotels on the FWL capital world. Frequently holding the lesser staff of off-world dignitaries, the rooms were well appointed, and more importantly, soundproofed. Jason McCullen thought that final point to be rather a useful thing as he slipped out of bed and walked into the small bathroom. He looked behind him and marveled at the woman sleeping there.

She was tall for a woman, standing nearly 175cm, and had the cat's grace of constant physical training. Her cream colored skin was only discolored by the elaborate tattoos that covered her left arm and even worked up her neck and onto the side of her face. She was barely covered by the sheer silk sheets that covered the bed, one long perfect leg laying where he had left it after extricating himself from her embrace. She smiled impishly at him as he closed the door, chuckling to himself.

The delegations had been here only 2 days, he thought it fast work, even for a ladies man(self-styled) like himself. But apprently luck was with him, because she had just been sitting in the bar when he walked in, and had seemingly been smitten by him. He was still marvelling at his luck when the door opened softly, and he laughed as he half turned.

"Wow, you can't even wait for..." his voice trailed off as instead of his female companion, there was a rather powerfully built man. He had something of an ageless look about him, though it was obvious he was older, and he had a slightly oriental look about him. What really freaked McCullen out however, was the soft blue glow given off by the man's eyes, almost as if he...


McCullen never finished the thought as the small silvered blade was withdrawn from his heart. The tall man shook his head sadly.
"The Frails never learn, do they my dear? One would think that a beautiful woman taking such a sudden and keen interest would be cause for suspicion. I suppose I should not complain, since it make achieveing the Dominus' will that much easier." He turned around when the woman snorted.

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to go through this disgusting ritual with them. The Frails have become even more repulsive it seems. I could have broken his spine, or ripped his heart out a dozen times in the past 20 minutes." The man simply smiled.

"But your methods are so effective, Adept Havalah. Now go, you have your orders. We will meet when it is done." Havalah Cazer simply nodded, and throwing on a slip-on dress(she had little sense of modesty, but walking around naked would simply draw unneeded, and certinly unwanted, attention. She left the room as the man was taking out a small host of items, one of them a small vibroblade, which he used to begin shaving all the hair from his victim's head. It made the molds so much easier to apply, he thought.