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"And just like that, my shift as ticket inspector is over." As the last words were emphasised, he grabbed two Blighter's heads and slammed them together, the both of them out cold on the floor of his train carriage. Seeing Kassandra he grinned then gestured to the half dozen men unconscious or dead on the train. "You just missed the fight. They decided to try and overwhelm our staff and steal it and information from us. If only their boss hadn't lost it in the first place." He had a bloodied nose but was otherwise fine.

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The air simply reeked of chaos as she landed on the roof of the moving train. Of course, she had to miss the fun while off chasing a dead end. Swinging down into one of the train cars, she damn near landed on a dead Blighter. "Oh, what the fuck..." Hidden blade unleashed, she made her way over the bodies through the car until she got to one of the passenger carriages and saw Jacob grinning like a fool who was proud of his work. Evie must have been out too, there was no sign of her around. "You threw a party without me? I'm hurt, Jacob."

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“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “ ( Jacob to Kass in a more lighthearted way with serious undertones? Maybe? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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θ::|| @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins | jacob frye

Kassandra just looked up from the rim of her mug of beer at the man. Either the drink was talking (entirely possible) or he was dead serious. But the slurring voice did indicate he might have thought he was speaking in jest. Still, such talk worried her. She'd known those who were too far gone to save, her own brother. She was grateful that Evie wasn't here to listen to him say such things, but still, concern kicked in and she lowered her own mug. "No fixing you?" The expression on her face was incredulous.

"I don't know, I'd say you've a couple more drinks before you hit that point. You're not too far gone just yet. Once we hit the point of me throwing you over my shoulder and dragging your ass back to the train, then you're too far gone."

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“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. “ ( Jacob and Kass in the fight club maybe?? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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He didn't have to tell her twice. She'd been itching to get in the wring and show these boys how a woman handled things. She shed most of her outer layers until she was in just her undershirt and trousers. Cracking her neck to the side, she hopped over the barrier into the ring. 6-foot frame and far more muscle than these knuckleheads had witnessed on a woman, she would happily make examples of the lot of them. She didn't even bother getting into a fighting position so much as bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting for a challenger. And no sooner had the first man stepped into the ring with her, she had quickly gone through the rounds, demolishing every challenger.

Having collected her winnings from Mr. Topping, she headed back to Jacob to gather her belongings. "I'd say I more than proved myself. Hardly broke a sweat."

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“ eventually, you just get used to it. “ ( Jacob // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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Used to it. Used to it. Kassandra had spent over two thousand years getting used to a world in constant flux, getting used to it wasn't an issue. What was an issue was dealing with the fact that the cart ride was bad enough without being shot at by Blighters. Jacob had been driving and had loaned Kassandra a gun, but she wasn't exactly a fan of the damn things. Too many components could go wrong, and they broke. Bows were easier. But she managed to take a few out and even got a headshot. One only managed to knick the shoulder of her jacket, just barely grazing her skin. Malakas.

"So this is normal for you? Can't even have a leisurely carriage ride through the city without some Blighters trying to blow your head off?"

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tell me what you got on your mind. ( Jacob // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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The Keeper was quiet for a moment, contemplating exactly what she was willing to reveal. There was plenty on her mind, for starters the Pieces of Eden in the city. Even after her first time in England a thousand years ago there still seemed to be more pieces, some even growing active or being close to being discovered. This was where she and the assassins in London had similar goals, but she still wanted to be sure she could make sure these pieces weren't a threat to anyone else. The problem was that her methods weren't exactly something she could reveal to anyone else.

"Oh, just trying to come up with some plans on what needs to happen next."

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we could try to introduce ourselves. ( Jacob? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

θ::|| @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins | jacob frye

The cracking sound of fist meeting face sounded in the alley as the last Blighter fell and Kassandra turned to the stranger who she had fought alongside when the fight broke out. "Seems only fair." he seemed quite the brawler, but she had caught a glimpse of an all-too-familiar emblem on his outfit. Combining that and the bulky glove he wore on the other hand, this man was an assassin. Dusting off her jacket, she offered out her left hand to shake.

"Kassandra Aetos," she offered, using one of the many fake surnames she had adopted throughout her lifetime. "And you are?"

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The stench of the sewer had been overpowering. Not the worst spot she’s had to search for an artifact, but far from ideal. Unfortunately Aletheia had been certain the piece of Eden would be here. Maláka! Kassandra very shallow water, uttering a silent prayer that it wouldn’t leave her boots permanently smelling awful. She liked these boots. It wasn’t the worst situation, nor grossest she’d been in, but in all her many, many years, she’d still rather be somewhere else. “It’s not that I’m doubting your information... but did it have to be a sewer?” She waited silently for Aletheia to give her usual straight forward answer, ignoring her sass as usual, but instead she was greeted by a feeling that she was no longer alone. Instinctually, she began to reach for her sword, dipping further into the shadows to see who was joining her beneath the city streets.