shadow-the-assassino - Tumblr blog

[shadow-the-assassino]

So he was also visiting here, interesting they chose to spend their time in the same place, even if his reason for being her was much more justified. She sat into the car passenger side, putting on her belt as she did so.

“Not at all, I am working as a consultant historian there’s a group of archaeologists working nearby, they have only permission to work at night, I felt I would be better help by being awake too in case they find something urgent or need help...”

She smiled as she waited for him to get in too, hoping her answer would be sufficient.

The Graveyard Shift

–{ @thehallowedhouse - for Marcus}–

The mentor assassin was somewhat of a modern day nomad, moving from place to place to where she was needed. It was not unusual for her, the process of packing up her belongings and throwing them into her car, moving from bureau to bureau, apartment to apartment. At least the process was much faster nowadays and overall it was rather… painless. 

Shadow found herself here to fulfil a mission, as usually is the case, but work was rather slow meaning the assassin had time to work on her skills to keep them clean and smooth. The shooting range gave her an opportunity to practice, without drawing unnecessary attention to herself. It offered a variety of weapons to hone her skills, despite the fact she would take her blades over a gun any day but practicality trumps her own preferences. At the time she would be there… it would be empty… or so she thought. Since she usually slept during the day, she didn’t think anyone but the range owner would be there at night. At first she thought it was a fluke but it kept happening… of course why he was here at this hour was none of her business… but… she was trained to investigate that which she found to be usual. 

It was common for people to work nights shifts and sleep during the day, but the others that they were both there seemed to break from that framework. Of course her stay at the range was sporadic, being called away for updates and new discoveries and may have missed things… but it still begged the question. Call her paranoid but maybe he was here for some similar reason she was there, her mind was screaming at her. It was probably nothing… and a little social interaction… wouldn’t be that bad. 

One night she decided she was going to approach him, deliberately having a rather poor performance, noticing he was certainly not. 

The assassin leaves out a groan of disappointment, almost sounding tired.  “Two misses again…” she put her gun down as the targets came forward she looked to his. 

“But yet again you aced it… it seems like being stuck with the graveyard shift is not affecting you at all!”

[shadow-the-assassino]

~~{having some internet issues due to the storm bare with me till it gets fixed}~~

[shadow-the-assassino]

“I would appreciate the ride... it was such a fine evening and was still bright out, I couldn’t resist the walk”

She smiled at him, heading to the door right after him, giving a gentle bow of her head and a quiet “Thank you” as she passed him into the cold morning air.

“Not very long” she paused a moment to think “ It would be about two or three months... gosh time flies... although I have no fixed arrangements I imagine work will be slow here and my stay will be long”

Yes she was bringing up work again, but she had her story straightened out for sure. The idea was to limit contact to other people but being a recluse also drew attention. She had a few alibis but she determined which one she’s go for.

“How about you? Are you stationed nearby?”

The assassin started walking to the only car in the lot, assuming it was his and waited for him to unlock it. There was due caution getting into a car with a stranger at the best of times... but she was very much on high alert and can handle herself... he would be a fool to try anything.

The Graveyard Shift

–{ @thehallowedhouse - for Marcus}–

The mentor assassin was somewhat of a modern day nomad, moving from place to place to where she was needed. It was not unusual for her, the process of packing up her belongings and throwing them into her car, moving from bureau to bureau, apartment to apartment. At least the process was much faster nowadays and overall it was rather… painless. 

Shadow found herself here to fulfil a mission, as usually is the case, but work was rather slow meaning the assassin had time to work on her skills to keep them clean and smooth. The shooting range gave her an opportunity to practice, without drawing unnecessary attention to herself. It offered a variety of weapons to hone her skills, despite the fact she would take her blades over a gun any day but practicality trumps her own preferences. At the time she would be there… it would be empty… or so she thought. Since she usually slept during the day, she didn’t think anyone but the range owner would be there at night. At first she thought it was a fluke but it kept happening… of course why he was here at this hour was none of her business… but… she was trained to investigate that which she found to be usual. 

It was common for people to work nights shifts and sleep during the day, but the others that they were both there seemed to break from that framework. Of course her stay at the range was sporadic, being called away for updates and new discoveries and may have missed things… but it still begged the question. Call her paranoid but maybe he was here for some similar reason she was there, her mind was screaming at her. It was probably nothing… and a little social interaction… wouldn’t be that bad. 

One night she decided she was going to approach him, deliberately having a rather poor performance, noticing he was certainly not. 

The assassin leaves out a groan of disappointment, almost sounding tired.  “Two misses again…” she put her gun down as the targets came forward she looked to his. 

“But yet again you aced it… it seems like being stuck with the graveyard shift is not affecting you at all!”

[shadow-the-assassino]

Oh good, he didn’t pry further. It was for the best she didn’t begin to specify after a military person would see through her ‘I work for a security firm’ lie, even if it was technically true. Maybe this time she go down a scholarly route... but on call? A consultant scholar of... history? Yes that works.

“It is a good thing to keep your skills sharp.... in all professions.”

She mirrored his movements, putting the gun down and starting to tidy up her other equipment.

“Sure! I pass a place not far from here almost everyday and I’ve been meaning to try it, unless you have another one you wish to go to” she smiled, surprised with his offer

This quick chat was turning into a ... longer chat. Of course it meant she could find more information but as with normal conversation she would have to reveal some information.

The Graveyard Shift

–{ @thehallowedhouse - for Marcus}–

The mentor assassin was somewhat of a modern day nomad, moving from place to place to where she was needed. It was not unusual for her, the process of packing up her belongings and throwing them into her car, moving from bureau to bureau, apartment to apartment. At least the process was much faster nowadays and overall it was rather… painless. 

Shadow found herself here to fulfil a mission, as usually is the case, but work was rather slow meaning the assassin had time to work on her skills to keep them clean and smooth. The shooting range gave her an opportunity to practice, without drawing unnecessary attention to herself. It offered a variety of weapons to hone her skills, despite the fact she would take her blades over a gun any day but practicality trumps her own preferences. At the time she would be there… it would be empty… or so she thought. Since she usually slept during the day, she didn’t think anyone but the range owner would be there at night. At first she thought it was a fluke but it kept happening… of course why he was here at this hour was none of her business… but… she was trained to investigate that which she found to be usual. 

It was common for people to work nights shifts and sleep during the day, but the others that they were both there seemed to break from that framework. Of course her stay at the range was sporadic, being called away for updates and new discoveries and may have missed things… but it still begged the question. Call her paranoid but maybe he was here for some similar reason she was there, her mind was screaming at her. It was probably nothing… and a little social interaction… wouldn’t be that bad. 

One night she decided she was going to approach him, deliberately having a rather poor performance, noticing he was certainly not. 

The assassin leaves out a groan of disappointment, almost sounding tired.  “Two misses again…” she put her gun down as the targets came forward she looked to his. 

“But yet again you aced it… it seems like being stuck with the graveyard shift is not affecting you at all!”

[shadow-the-assassino]

Why did we stop with ballroom dances??? Like seriously to waltz around a room with a handsome stranger to classical music while others look at us with envy and after the music ends both of you with flushed cheeks, breathing fast, the sexual tension ; that was the shit.

[shadow-the-assassino]

“ I would appreciate the help”

She replied honestly, but did not know at the moment if she should continue to fake being quite this bad to miss or to return to her own standard.

“No... thank you”

There it was, the question she was burning to ask, but was surprised to hear them coming from him. Regardless she didn’t move nor even he’s it taste to answer.

“The same question could be asked of you could it not?” She laughed a beat.

“I work on call and the night shift, with work being rather slow, I have the opportunity to enjoy myself. How about you? What is your excuse?”

The Graveyard Shift

–{ @thehallowedhouse - for Marcus}–

The mentor assassin was somewhat of a modern day nomad, moving from place to place to where she was needed. It was not unusual for her, the process of packing up her belongings and throwing them into her car, moving from bureau to bureau, apartment to apartment. At least the process was much faster nowadays and overall it was rather… painless. 

Shadow found herself here to fulfil a mission, as usually is the case, but work was rather slow meaning the assassin had time to work on her skills to keep them clean and smooth. The shooting range gave her an opportunity to practice, without drawing unnecessary attention to herself. It offered a variety of weapons to hone her skills, despite the fact she would take her blades over a gun any day but practicality trumps her own preferences. At the time she would be there… it would be empty… or so she thought. Since she usually slept during the day, she didn’t think anyone but the range owner would be there at night. At first she thought it was a fluke but it kept happening… of course why he was here at this hour was none of her business… but… she was trained to investigate that which she found to be usual. 

It was common for people to work nights shifts and sleep during the day, but the others that they were both there seemed to break from that framework. Of course her stay at the range was sporadic, being called away for updates and new discoveries and may have missed things… but it still begged the question. Call her paranoid but maybe he was here for some similar reason she was there, her mind was screaming at her. It was probably nothing… and a little social interaction… wouldn’t be that bad. 

One night she decided she was going to approach him, deliberately having a rather poor performance, noticing he was certainly not. 

The assassin leaves out a groan of disappointment, almost sounding tired.  “Two misses again…” she put her gun down as the targets came forward she looked to his. 

“But yet again you aced it… it seems like being stuck with the graveyard shift is not affecting you at all!”

[shadow-the-assassino]

Shadow observed his reaction to her, the tension... it did explain why he had not approached her before and she felt a pang of guilt for disturbing someone who wanted to be left very much alone. But those that want to hide something always wanted to remain isolated, not to draw attention to themselves. She had to stop this way of thinking,  it was bordering on paranoia at this point... but in her career it was never a bad thing to be... too careful.

“You wouldn’t feel like exposing your secret by any chance? Even on good days I can’t say with such confidence I would never miss.”

The assassin smirked at him, tilting her head curiously to see what answer he would give. 

The Graveyard Shift

–{ @thehallowedhouse - for Marcus}–

The mentor assassin was somewhat of a modern day nomad, moving from place to place to where she was needed. It was not unusual for her, the process of packing up her belongings and throwing them into her car, moving from bureau to bureau, apartment to apartment. At least the process was much faster nowadays and overall it was rather… painless. 

Shadow found herself here to fulfil a mission, as usually is the case, but work was rather slow meaning the assassin had time to work on her skills to keep them clean and smooth. The shooting range gave her an opportunity to practice, without drawing unnecessary attention to herself. It offered a variety of weapons to hone her skills, despite the fact she would take her blades over a gun any day but practicality trumps her own preferences. At the time she would be there… it would be empty… or so she thought. Since she usually slept during the day, she didn’t think anyone but the range owner would be there at night. At first she thought it was a fluke but it kept happening… of course why he was here at this hour was none of her business… but… she was trained to investigate that which she found to be usual. 

It was common for people to work nights shifts and sleep during the day, but the others that they were both there seemed to break from that framework. Of course her stay at the range was sporadic, being called away for updates and new discoveries and may have missed things… but it still begged the question. Call her paranoid but maybe he was here for some similar reason she was there, her mind was screaming at her. It was probably nothing… and a little social interaction… wouldn’t be that bad. 

One night she decided she was going to approach him, deliberately having a rather poor performance, noticing he was certainly not. 

The assassin leaves out a groan of disappointment, almost sounding tired.  “Two misses again…” she put her gun down as the targets came forward she looked to his. 

“But yet again you aced it… it seems like being stuck with the graveyard shift is not affecting you at all!”

[shadow-the-assassino]

The Graveyard Shift

--{ @thehallowedhouse - for Marcus}--

The mentor assassin was somewhat of a modern day nomad, moving from place to place to where she was needed. It was not unusual for her, the process of packing up her belongings and throwing them into her car, moving from bureau to bureau, apartment to apartment. At least the process was much faster nowadays and overall it was rather... painless. 

Shadow found herself here to fulfil a mission, as usually is the case, but work was rather slow meaning the assassin had time to work on her skills to keep them clean and smooth. The shooting range gave her an opportunity to practice, without drawing unnecessary attention to herself. It offered a variety of weapons to hone her skills, despite the fact she would take her blades over a gun any day but practicality trumps her own preferences. At the time she would be there... it would be empty... or so she thought. Since she usually slept during the day, she didn't think anyone but the range owner would be there at night. At first she thought it was a fluke but it kept happening... of course why he was here at this hour was none of her business... but... she was trained to investigate that which she found to be usual. 

It was common for people to work nights shifts and sleep during the day, but the others that they were both there seemed to break from that framework. Of course her stay at the range was sporadic, being called away for updates and new discoveries and may have missed things... but it still begged the question. Call her paranoid but maybe he was here for some similar reason she was there, her mind was screaming at her. It was probably nothing... and a little social interaction... wouldn’t be that bad. 

One night she decided she was going to approach him, deliberately having a rather poor performance, noticing he was certainly not. 

The assassin leaves out a groan of disappointment, almost sounding tired.  “Two misses again...” she put her gun down as the targets came forward she looked to his. 

“But yet again you aced it... it seems like being stuck with the graveyard shift is not affecting you at all!”

[shadow-the-assassino]

Hey I made a discord server for anyone who also wants to take any rps to discord. 

I made it an 18+ server though mostly in case of anyting deep. 

So send me a message and I’ll send you peps a link.

[shadow-the-assassino]

Hey I made a discord server for anyone who also wants to take any rps to discord. 

I made it an 18+ server though mostly in case of anyting deep. 

So send me a message and I’ll send you peps a link.

[shadow-the-assassino]

Archangel Uriel, the angel of wisdom, of light, of repentance.  “In the abyss you make your own light.” //based on Obey Me!// Sideblog to @shadow-the-assassino // -RULES- -ABOUT-

[shadow-the-assassino]

Some people will never get to know her - What a damn tragedy.

a.y. (via inksomniac)

[shadow-the-assassino]

The one that found her had responded to her deduction but his response she found more interesting. He wasn’t far wrong, she was considered part of the church at one point in her life but most interesting was how her being human was the last conclusion he came to. He looked at her with such malice her skin began to crawl, they were left starring at each other for what felt like so much longer then the brief moment it was. The assassin was certainly surprised when the one named Beel stood in to almost protect her. Clearly the other had a history in which she had no desire to uncover and neither did she desire to change his mind or anything along that route. She turned to watch him leave, looking at the floor a moment as she turned to listen to what the others had to say. If she was to stay here for much she will have to stay clear of him.

With the discussion that erupted amongst the brothers she almost wished she hadn't mentioned a name. But listening to the conversation made them appear very human indeed, she almost forgot even if only for a moment. Maybe demons and humans weren't so different. She found herself smiling as she looked to the floor in thought.

Suddenly her attention was gathered again as Lucifer spoke and the brother banter had ceased. She had to stay, she gathered as much would be decided, after all you can't have people appearing out of nowhere, some other visitors might be less reasonable than herself. She nodded at his words, taking a moment before responding. 

She tapped the hands on her shoulders gently as if begging for release.  “Okay bodyguard, you can let me go, I have no intention of giving any of you a reason to kill me.” She was hoping rather than expecting that to work, but if even not immediately he would let go eventually right? As soon as she was released she took a step away from them, fixing her coat and collar that had become askew.  “As a gesture of good will I’ll give you my weapons readily. Not like they'd be any major threat to you...” she looked between them before humming slightly. “...but then again that why it is called a ‘gesture of good will’”

She started with her dual pistols, holding them upwards as she moved towards the desk, she popped out the clips and placed them beside the guns already placed gently on the table. Next was the knife she had hidden on her inner calf of her right leg, and after a stomp of her foot a blade appeared out of her heel of her boot, which she had a small difficulty in removing. Her throwing knives were next, six of them which she removed in one go holding them between her fingers and they two went on the desk along with the toxins and pates she had had already removed from her person. The final things to be removed were her twin assassin blades, she triggered them both, before retrieving them again and locking them. There was something unnatural about being rid of her blades, she almost felt naked, but with a withdrawn sign she placed her gauntlets on the desk, being completely finished. she looked at them, with an innocent smile as if she had not just pulled out a small arsenal of weapons.  “I haven't introduced myself, my apologies. I am Lady Iolar Ní Scáthanna or Mentor Assassin Scáth but most call me Shadow.”

@dxvilishly-dxmonic an assassin in devildom

She knew there was something off about the passage she was exploring, the artefacts hidden within were no exception but no better person to investigate then herself.

Atleast that is what she is telling herself now to make it seem worth it, all she remembers is a bright flash of light as she moved to touch one of the artefacts in the tomb, then everything went black.

———

The assassin found herself lying on her back facing a dull grey sky. But there was something different about the sky, it wasn’t dark but there was no sun. The trees around her appeared almost dead and their branches were like claws scratching at the sky.

Even the tiles she found herself on seemed damp and many were cracked.

Shadow heard someone approach and quickly got to her feet, as she did so she became very lightheaded and even stumbled a few steps before regaining a steady stance in preparation for what was coming to great her.

[shadow-the-assassino]

Send a number to find my muse...

Sleeping at a table.

Singing in private.

Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.

Crying laughing.

Doing something embarrassing.

Getting chores done.

Loopy with lack of sleep.

Post-wisdom teeth removal.

Hiding a broken object.

Covered in blood.

In a fit of anger.

Throwing a tantrum.

Hiding in a closet.

Stuck somewhere with your muse.

Muffling their cries.

On a swing-set alone.

Feeling lonely.

Cuddling their pillow.

Staring at your muse.

Recovering from throwing up.

Stabbing a body repeatedly.

Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Screaming by themselves.

Holding a wound.

Dead.

[shadow-the-assassino]

Archangel Uriel, the angel of wisdom, of light, of repentance.  “In the abyss you make your own light.” //based on Obey Me!// Sideblog to @shadow-the-assassino // -RULES- -ABOUT-

[shadow-the-assassino]

* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

[shadow-the-assassino]

There was quite a lot to unpack with what was going on. Whatever this Cerberus was she did not look forward to becoming their next meal and despite everything the one who keeps the especially pretty one who keeps ahem  trying to ... yeah... he seems like one of the easier routes to go... All those thoughts quickly vanished when she was brought to Lucifer however. There was something utterly frightening about him, he had this intimidating and dominating presence that made her feel closed in and trapped, even if he was nowhere near her. He hadn’t even spoken to her yet.  When the orange hair man finally put her down she took a deep unrestrained breathe, the pressure on her diaphragm was not doing her good the and the fact he was pushing eight throwing knives into her stomach, but it was over and this hand restraint on her shoulder was much more pleasant in comparison.  Lucifer finally looked at the assassin and as he addressed her it was as if his glare could slice right through her.  “ I think ...”  She had not the chance to answer as the another four men almost tumbled into the room , two she had saw earlier but the other two completely new.  The one that appears to go by the name Asmo spoke rather suggestively and confirmed her confirmed that there were seven men there, like the seven princes of hell “There are worse ways to go” she spoke softly with a sigh, not really expecting anyone to hear it nor really caring if they had.  As they discussed briefly amongst themselves about her not knowing anyone she had a moment to gather her words. Once there was a break in conversation she sighed loudly.

“Of course none of you know me, I have no idea who any of you are well personally I don't, but I have a hunch, you're name and number are no coicendence I imagine... seven people ... seven princes of hell?”

She hummed, looking at their reactions for a hint to see if she was right but she was certain she was somewhat on the right track.  “If this is hell it is certainly much nicer then what the church teach us and if you lot are the demons I think you are... you look quite nothing like I had imagined... but unimportant.  I come to this conclusion mostly because of how I suspect I got here. There was an artefact I was sent after to investigate but when I found it, it went quite unlike anything I had seen before... It also had an obvious leviathan cross inscribed in it... so maybe it has something to do with leviathan? but other then that I have no idea...” The assassin crossed her arms, intently glaring at this man named Lucifer, just because she was foreign here, she wasn't going to just whimper and beg to be freed. After all she didn't intentionally do anything wrong. But she can be intimidating in her own right, just maybe not in this exact setting.  "I’d rather if I could find some way back but if you are going to kill me regardless of what I say... get it over with.”

@dxvilishly-dxmonic an assassin in devildom

She knew there was something off about the passage she was exploring, the artefacts hidden within were no exception but no better person to investigate then herself.

Atleast that is what she is telling herself now to make it seem worth it, all she remembers is a bright flash of light as she moved to touch one of the artefacts in the tomb, then everything went black.

———

The assassin found herself lying on her back facing a dull grey sky. But there was something different about the sky, it wasn’t dark but there was no sun. The trees around her appeared almost dead and their branches were like claws scratching at the sky.

Even the tiles she found herself on seemed damp and many were cracked.

Shadow heard someone approach and quickly got to her feet, as she did so she became very lightheaded and even stumbled a few steps before regaining a steady stance in preparation for what was coming to great her.