Game RP The Fallen's Roses (RedCoat)

[Knight_of_None]

In the most decrepit guts of Dunwall, the grip of destruction and poisonous decadence thrashed against the hands of change. The Empress had died, Corvo dragged by the overseers authorities, branded...and yet Her betrayers were exposed. The overseers and nobles had fallen away one by one, embarrassed or arrested. Her Daughter returned to the thrinr....the plague had been stalled and beat back. But not all had been cleaned in the world. Some wrongs were too old, and too deep to be the fault of a handful of corrupt vermin. A pretty young woman walked from a bar with an older man, laughing with him, wine sweetening her tongue, warming her blood. His hands held her close, his heart drummed with desire. His eyes on her low cut bodice, and her soft skin, the tattoo on her shoulder of a coiling sea serpent as she stepped uo and led him into a alley with a wink and a giggle.

 

[RedCoat]

In the shadows of the alleyway, another figure watched the pair, a matching serpent tattoo curling across their own shoulder, the clothes they wore little more than rags with the traces of previous finery, a far cry from her elder sisters attire. But that was normal to the pair, the sisters often switching outfits along with whose turn it was to lure the mark. And when the drunken man had walked far enough forwards, she stepped out behind him, the long knife in her hand pressing hard into his neck as she hissed the famous words of highwaymen worldwide "Your money or your life!" into his ear, hoping his fear would stop him noting that she was on her tiptoes to reach her target.

 

[Knight_of_None]

The man froze up as the steel threatened him, his hands going smack enough for the other woman to keep walking. She put her foot on a empty oil crate, drawing a small pistol, simply build, a Derringer. Two barrels,
, small, but close range enough to solve threats. He's heart only sank as she aimed at him, a d his hand fumbles, drawing out a coin purse and holding it up.

 

[RedCoat]

The one behind him reached around his body, snatching the purse from him then tossing it across to her sister "How much?" She asked, her knife still against his throat before he got any smart ideas "Is it enough for today?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

Her Sister grabbed the purse from the dingy stonework alleyway, opening up the purse with her thumb and rifling through. The man was trembling, weighing his next move as the gun weirder thief was distracted. "Hmph. 60 peices." She said as sge snapped it shut.