(Based on rp between Raven and myself)
The storm was howling, wind and rain slamming against the stones of Highbridge. The river beneath the bridge was swollen from the hours of ceaseless rain; and the nearby town of Drybone was no anything –but- dry. Lightning flashed across the sky and roaring thunder echoed across the land. A figure stood on the bridge, her clothes soaking wet as she stood at the railing in the middle of the bridge.
Raven Gorehand’s lips were pursed and she was scowling. She was supposed to meet her contact here. She had information about what was going to happen to Ul’dah and she needed to pass the information along as soon as possible. Her hand was on the linkpearl in her ear and she was yelling over the wind and rain.
“Alright, I’ll see you soon. Thanks for making me wait in this!â€Â Raven’s voice was sarcastic and she turned around. Lightning flashed and Raven saw a second figure standing there.
The figure was dressed in a black coat that billowed about the small frame wildly as water dripped from soaking, white hair. Lightning flashed and a pair of onyx black eyes stared at her calmly, a silver gunblade shining bright in the flash of light. The figure bowed and then spoke,loudly, but without emotion:
"Forgive my presumption, but are you the Lady RavenGorehand?
“I am.â€Â Raven answered apprehensively, her fingers flexing as she noted the weapon in the figure’s hand. “Don’t I know you?â€Â The white hair, the voice, the silver gunblade, why was it familiar to her?
"Forgive me for not introducing myself, for you certainly do know of me. You served Askier Mergrey once, whom in turn served my masters. You are now considered a threat to our operations and I have come to handle you myself." Jin'li raised his gunblade and pulled the hammer back, thunder roaring overhead.
"Any last word, Lady Raven?"
Raven Gorehand smiled and shook her head. She had no weapon,she left them on her chocobo on the other end of the bridge. She sighed, her mind accepting her impending fate as she looked up at Jin’li and replied:
"Death to the Empi-"
Without emotion on his face, Jin'li pulled the trigger, sending the projectile straight into the woman's chest. Raven Gorehand 's body was sent flying backwards, blood spraying from her ruined chest as she toppled over the side and plummeted towards the swollen river far below.Â
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There was a flash of lighting and a roar of thunder as Jin’li turned and began walking back towards Drybone,  the smoking barrel of his gun slung over his shoulder. Jin’li walked until he came to the edge of the bridge and looked back, his dull, black eyes gazing at the puddle of blood that was being washed away by the rain. Jin’li bowed and spoke calmly.
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"Please forgive me, Lady Gorehand, that was rude of me."
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Jin’li turned back around and resumed his walk. In the distance, Jin’li could see the distantglow of lights from the town of Drybone. Jin’li squinted against the rain and thought.
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He needed to reach his agent inside Drybone, to discuss a new development. Word had reached Jin’li that a man called ‘hope incarnate’ had returned to the streets of Ul’dah. A piece which might threaten his masters' entire operation. A man whom had made Askier nervous for his chances of success back when Askier had still served Jin'li's masters.Â
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A man named Erik Mynhier.Â
A man Jin’li needed to meet.
The storm was howling, wind and rain slamming against the stones of Highbridge. The river beneath the bridge was swollen from the hours of ceaseless rain; and the nearby town of Drybone was no anything –but- dry. Lightning flashed across the sky and roaring thunder echoed across the land. A figure stood on the bridge, her clothes soaking wet as she stood at the railing in the middle of the bridge.
Raven Gorehand’s lips were pursed and she was scowling. She was supposed to meet her contact here. She had information about what was going to happen to Ul’dah and she needed to pass the information along as soon as possible. Her hand was on the linkpearl in her ear and she was yelling over the wind and rain.
“Alright, I’ll see you soon. Thanks for making me wait in this!â€Â Raven’s voice was sarcastic and she turned around. Lightning flashed and Raven saw a second figure standing there.
The figure was dressed in a black coat that billowed about the small frame wildly as water dripped from soaking, white hair. Lightning flashed and a pair of onyx black eyes stared at her calmly, a silver gunblade shining bright in the flash of light. The figure bowed and then spoke,loudly, but without emotion:
"Forgive my presumption, but are you the Lady RavenGorehand?
“I am.â€Â Raven answered apprehensively, her fingers flexing as she noted the weapon in the figure’s hand. “Don’t I know you?â€Â The white hair, the voice, the silver gunblade, why was it familiar to her?
"Forgive me for not introducing myself, for you certainly do know of me. You served Askier Mergrey once, whom in turn served my masters. You are now considered a threat to our operations and I have come to handle you myself." Jin'li raised his gunblade and pulled the hammer back, thunder roaring overhead.
"Any last word, Lady Raven?"
Raven Gorehand smiled and shook her head. She had no weapon,she left them on her chocobo on the other end of the bridge. She sighed, her mind accepting her impending fate as she looked up at Jin’li and replied:
"Death to the Empi-"
Without emotion on his face, Jin'li pulled the trigger, sending the projectile straight into the woman's chest. Raven Gorehand 's body was sent flying backwards, blood spraying from her ruined chest as she toppled over the side and plummeted towards the swollen river far below.Â
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There was a flash of lighting and a roar of thunder as Jin’li turned and began walking back towards Drybone,  the smoking barrel of his gun slung over his shoulder. Jin’li walked until he came to the edge of the bridge and looked back, his dull, black eyes gazing at the puddle of blood that was being washed away by the rain. Jin’li bowed and spoke calmly.
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"Please forgive me, Lady Gorehand, that was rude of me."
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Jin’li turned back around and resumed his walk. In the distance, Jin’li could see the distantglow of lights from the town of Drybone. Jin’li squinted against the rain and thought.
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He needed to reach his agent inside Drybone, to discuss a new development. Word had reached Jin’li that a man called ‘hope incarnate’ had returned to the streets of Ul’dah. A piece which might threaten his masters' entire operation. A man whom had made Askier nervous for his chances of success back when Askier had still served Jin'li's masters.Â
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A man named Erik Mynhier.Â
A man Jin’li needed to meet.
