Killstealing Bastard [Closed]

"Leopold Dufrane, corrupt CEO of ArcTech, a major manufacturing company that specializes in daily household appliances that run off of Arcane energy. He has no Family. His closest 'friend' is a highly paid 'maid' that seems too willing to serve him in any way he asks. He owns two houses, one a mansion and the other a beach house. He has two kids and rejects them, refusing to submit his DNA to prove it... Obviously the bastard knows their his..." Lysander sighed and stuffed the paper in the pocket inside his shirt. He heard the back door to the mansion shut and looked down from his spot on the roof. He was sitting in the shade, hidden from anyone that might be looking a little too closely.

"Alright Dufrane. You die today." Lysander rolled off the roof and landed silently in the grass behind a large shrub. Like a wolf stocking his prey, he moved up quickly, keeping himself low the ground with his spear in hand. As Dufrane turned a corner toward him, Lysander shot from the bush and used his Spirit Rush to dart toward Dufrane. The man didn't get to scream before the blade of Lysander's spear cut his head clean off. Lysander watched the body keep standing there for a moment and then hopped away on one foot as it fell toward him. "No, no. Don't touch me." Lysander looked around to confirm no one was watching and then hurried over the back fence. And now he was casually on his way.

"Hey, you alright?" Lysander looked to the out of breath woman as she suddenly appeared. He could feel the anger leaking from her voice like a tremor on the wind. His eyes widened in surprise. "I did what?" he asked and then took a step back as a gun was put to his head. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!! What the hell?" he moved his head to the right and brought his arm up to grab the gun and point it upwards. "Don't point the gun at me! What's your problem?!" Lysander looked at her as if she had gone nuts, but calmed down and let the gun go. He took a step back and slid his hands into his pockets. "Now what were you saying? Try to calm down and not point a gun at my head. Won't answer if that's the case."

"Aye! Woman!" he picked up one of his legs and crossed over to protect his manhood. Once she shouldered the rifle, he calmed down and stood normally, though he was ready to dash if he needed. She explained her situation and he did feel kind of bad, but was all of this necessary? "I see... Well, I am sorry that I took the kill. If I had known someone else was already on it, I would'a let you finish it. Just didn't know, so that's not exactly my fault." Lysander explained with a casual shrug, "As for your job, just tell them someone struck first and snatched the kill or something... I can't reveal the details of my own mission to anyone. I'm pretty sure someone in a similar business would understand something that simple. Assassin's don't talk... If you're in a bad mood, I could... I dunno, buy you lunch? It's really all I can do to apologize, ya know? Can't change what happened. What's done is done... yada, yada."

Well someone had irritated her, but he was glad the frustration was no longer aimed toward him. Poor guy better watch out when this feisty little vixen shows up at his door. Lysander held in a chuckle and kept on a smile. "How about both?" he said and walked along side her. He still had a bit of money on him, so he could cover it. They arrived at the Tavern and chose a corner booth, which was where he often preferred. It gave a better view of the area, especially if anyone suspicious showed up. He kept silent until she ordered and it was his turn. "Steak sandwich and iced tea." he ordered and looked to Juline. "If you count Arcana as special training, than yes. It's an ability I can use. You've got a nice rifle there. Takes a special kind of woman to master such a weapon..." he went silent for a moment and spoke up again, "Hey listen... I have like nothing on me... I can pay for this meal and what it takes for my trip  back home, but... until I get paid and get to my bank, nothin'. I can try and help you out? Maybe even get you a job or somethin'... You really that pressed for coin?"

That change in demeanor was what he wanted, even if he didn't know what he had gotten himself into. Lysander did his best to understand what she was explaining and was able to get most of it. She loved that rifle. It was cute. He was glad that he didn't get shot by that thing though. Even if he saw her pull the trigger and had some distance, he wasn't sure he'd be able to dodge it. "Actually, I can probably help you there." Lysander said as he ruffled around in his pockets. Normally something like this would be called a favor and for him that meant something different than most people, but he decided to let it slide. She had already had a bad day, no need to make it worse. He pulled out a small black book.

"Ah, here it is..." he ruffled through some pages. "You know Black and White Hill Village, right? The towns always in competition for whatever stupid reason? Yeah, Black Hill has a blacksmith that works on just about any weaponry. I've seen him handle firearms as well, so he might be able to help you out. I recommend him to just about anyone. His name is Jarvis Eckel. Just tell him Lysander sent you and you'll even get a discount." Lysander pulled out a pencil, wrote down the information she would need and then handed it to her. "Don't lose that either. He's good and fast at his work, so you won't even be stuck there for long. Oh... and be nice to him. He's older, but a good guy. He just has a habit of knocking on two to three more days and a plat coin to those who don't respect him or his work."

Lysander sighed in frustration. He was trying to be civil about this. "Oh come on... Ugh..." he lightly smacked his own forehead and ran his hand back over his hair, "You act like I did this on purpose. I-I didn't! I mean... I already told  you if I had known I would of let you have it. Besides... Why be so... so, so... Um.. What's the word?"  He thought for a moment, but it wouldn't come to his mind. "I don't know. The word isn't comin' to me, but you can be a little more understanding about it. If I were in your shoes, I would have just applauded your shot and walked off. You pointed a gun at my head and I'm buying you lunch. Doesn't that count for something?" Lysander sighed again and crossed his arms.

"You know, the fact that you'd shoot of a man's... you know, over something like this is slightly disturbing." Lysander shuddered a bit and shook his head. Finally, the food and drinks came, right as his felt his stomach growl. "Ah, thank you." he said politely and immediately began to eat. "Just pick at me, huh?" he said after swallowing his first bit, "Well, I'm glad I could help and wait... Did you say you were heading into Varedia?" Lysander took another bite as she answered and waited until he was done with it before he spoke again. "Huh... I actually have to head back there myself. If you want, we can travel together. Might be nice to have someone else on the road with me... Been a while since I traveled with another person." Lysander smiled as he continued eating. "I even know this really nice bar. The guy who owns it takes real good care of it, especially with his new woman helpin' him."

Lysander was glad she enjoyed the ale. It wasn't entirely his thing, so he kept with this drink. "Sure. I might get my spear touched up a bit, though collecting my money would make it a bit easier... Still ain't got much coin on me. I'll go with ya, never mind. Stupid to go to Varedia first." And then that part of the conversation came up. She described Natalie... "Uh... Yeah?" Lysander had a strange feeling about this. And then she went on to describe Izumo and his eyes dulled, "Yeah. That's him." They both came to the same conclusion. This was seriously a mix up from the same damn group? Lysander sighed and shook his head. "Apparently he did. Never seen you around the bar though. I know I travel a lot, but I thought I knew most members of the B.C. Nice to meet ya. I'm Taurus."