Fang

I'm currently trying to form a group based in Limsa. Right now I need one person for each specialty (note: you all will be required to fight but you have to fall in line with one of these as your..niche) to fill the ranks as I aim to keep this group small so those who are exceptional in the following: Healing Combat Intel Contact me via PM or post in the thread below with a small summary of your character (Personality, Tendencies, etc) and if you have any questions please ask. I'm hoping to make this a diverse group but all geared towards the same goal and won't stop at nothing to obtain that goal. So be willing to get your hands dirty and/or just want to see realm the burn is more than welcomed. :evil:

Fang grasped her shoulder as she slowly sat up, frowning with an intense stare while watching the man as he walked away until he disappeared into the night. She leaned up against a near by pillar that was cracked from their recent confrontation. Seconds later, he sounds of alarm quickly echoed the immediate area. This didn't give her much time to recover or process what had fully transpired. She scuffled to her feet, still exhausted while keeping pressure to the injury on her shoulder to prevent the blood that continued to drip down her arm and onto the deck. She peered over the side of the ship and saw a group of Yellow Jackets rushing towards her location, though they were still not aware of her presence. Remembering she still had a flash bang hidden within her belt, she fished it out and prepared to make her escape. She held her back against the wall of the ship making sure to keep her head down. With a press of a button the device began to hum and she quickly chucked it over the side of the ship which only seconds later caused a large pop noise and lighting the area up with an intense light that blinded the Yellow Jackets for a few moments. She took this opportunity to quickly jump onto the railing of the ship and dive into the water and began swimming until she made it to the opposite end of the docks. Fang popped her head out of the water and lifted her self up with her undamaged arm and slowly climbed out of the water and onto the deck. After scooting a few more inches away from the edge, another wince of pain escaped her. This pain in her arm acted as a reminder of she ultimately agreed to do that would surely change her fate. For now, her top priority was to safely make it out of the city and seek treatment from the only place she could think of; The Night Blades Headquarters.

"A new world..." she muttered to herself as she attempted to sit up as if the lance was not jamming into her shoulder preventing such actions. She swallowed air before letting out a long sigh. She began to realize how trivial her ambitious desires seemed in comparison to this statement. She simply wanted a throne to sit above Limsa. However, the thought of having more or at the very least being able bear witness to much greater things allured her. This was a much bigger plan than all the one's she previously had been apart of and she knew so. She needed to make a decision or else her fate would soon be sealed at the bottom of the ocean along with the ship. "Fine." she paused for a moment, "But under two conditions; I need at the very least two capable ones. They must past my standards. Aside from myself, you seem to hire bafoons." as she cocked a grin at the man. "And lastly" another wince of pain escaped her as the adrenaline soon died down allowing her to feel the full extent of her injured shoulder. "And you have to plant the seed that the contractor was assassinated. I can't work with this much pressure. Maybe that'll quell the rest of the assholes looking for me." Her eyes then locked on the cloaked man, "Agree to this and we have a deal. If not you'll be losing a potentially great ally." It was bold she would even think to make such demands while being pinned to the floor. But this was Fang at her core. Fearless, regardless of the circumstances. Had he declined she wouldn't have cared much going down with the ship, but she was stern in resolve even if it meant her perishing in the process. Silence fell as the man leaned against the side of the ship. Perhaps he was considering her demands, or perhaps he would leave her there to die. The silence was deafening to say the least.

Fang laid there, as the man made his final demands. She didn't immediately answer him because she was too busy thinking to herself and breathing too heavily to produce words. The fight had surely taken a lot out of her, whether it had anything to do with her unknowingly manipulating such an excessive amount of Aether or not. She knew if he truly wanted to kill her, he would have and not given her another chance to take him upon his request. As she laid there, with the Lance jammed into her shoulder, that firmly pinned her to the ship floor, she gazed at the moon as she listened the sound of water making it's way into the ship. This man continued to intrigued her; He was strong but that wasn't the only thing about him. He had an agenda and seemed to direct himself towards that agenda. It was something that she respected, perhaps even more, had this been a different situation. A smile crept across her face, as she let out a small chuckle from the floor. "Ya know you got a shitty way of recruiting people..." she said in a rather smug tone considering the situation she was in. "A fake bounty, now this?" she added. Her breathing was still heavy and she took a few moments to attempt to catch her breath before following up with her next response. "The...incident at Wineport, did you have anything to do with that?" she asked as she brought her head up from the floor to look at the man, that still ached in pain from being slammed causing her to grunt a little. "Argh.. and what do you want with Limsa? What's your intentions in all this?" she said in between breaths as she waited for the man to respond.

As the instructions were relayed to the Hyur, as she remained kneeling beside him with the blade firmly pressed against his neck, he had finished speaking and tucked the pearl away. "T-There, now what?" he asked with fear still on his breath. He seemed to be trembling at this point still not daring to turn around. "The shipyard, huh? That's odd place to hide. Then again, if I had bums for subordinates I'd probably be there myself." Fang slowly stood up but still held the blade to the back of the Hyur's neck. "A-A-Are you going t-t-to let me go?" he said as stuttered and tripped over his words. "Of course not. You're going with me." she said in a low tone. "W-What? He'll kill me if he finds out you didn't actually get away!" he protested again. Fang grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling his hair that exposed his neck as she spoke directly into his ear."I'M going to kill you if you don't get up. Now off your ass on your on your feet." she snarled at him. The Hyur stood up, this time with both hands raised. Fang pressed her body against his from the back, keeping the blade on him, but using her body to keep it concealed in case they were seen by anyone. She didn't want them to know she was walking a hostage throughout the city. More importantly, she wanted to make sure he didn't try to make a run for it either. She removed her mask and tossed it next to the body of the Roedagyn, once again leaving intentional clues to hint that this was the doing of "Fang". Then she kicked the sheath Perella had dropped behind over the edge as they made their way to the nearby exit that led to the lower decks, as the body of the Roedagyn sat there like a statue frozen in time. "And don't think I won't hestitate to kill you if you try something. Do not speak unless I speak to you. Simply lead the way to the shipyard. Got it?" she spoke once more, while making sure she kept blade she held at his back as they slowly descended the ramp leading the way to the Lower Decks. "Y-Yes" the Hyur nodded as he proceeded to lead the way. They moved about the city slowly but cautiously. Yellow Jackets had soon arrived to location they had just left and she could hear one of them who shouted in the distance. "Must'a been Fang's doin' Someone go down yonder and pull those bodys from off the post hangin will ya?" she grinned to herself. But soon realized this was causing a lot more heat than she had anticipated. Fang made sure to stay directly behind him to put up the illusion as if he was only by himself until she got close enough to be able to close the gap and swiftly put an end to this. She had every intention of killing them both the minute she laid eyes upon the man who was behind all of this. Soon they arrived at the shipyard. The moon had once again hid, behind the clouds of the night causing the immediate area to slowly dim. As they drew closer, she could see just a little from behind the shoulder of the Hyur, what appeared to be a dark figure leaning against a storage crate. She grinned as she thought to herself, "This was it. Game over." she tightly gripped the hilt of blade that was held close to the Hyur and mimicked his footsteps to further conceal herself behind him. But soon her instincts kicked as she peered around and noticed how desolate the Shipyard was. It had made no sense. Three bodies were found that night yet this place seemed to be dead aside from the figure that was standing next to the storage crate. The moon had revealed itself from behind the dark clouds that gave the area a bit more light. She then noticed on the ground a few bodies that didn't have any indication of being wounded they were simply those of unconscious guards. She seemed to be frozen in place and a bit of confusion set in for few moments as she stood trapped within the silence of the area surrounding her. As she stood close behind the Hyur, who began shaking even more than when she held him close to the face death moments before. This was soon followed by the voice of the same ominous tone she had recently spoken to her a little big ago over the pearl. She smiled to herself as she realized she seemed to have walk directly into a trap.

Fang leaned against the railing with her arms crossed as she listened to the ominous voice speak. He seemed to be the one in charge but what stuck out to her was that it also verified their numbers as well. She heard four distinct voices, and two of them, matched the ones she heard earlier from that day, the Hyur from the Downing Wench and the Roegadyn from the market place. All seemed to be in cahoots with the head honcho that was speaking. She spoke once more in a low tone, "I don't believe you're in any position to negotiate." she turned around and peeked over the railing where the bodies of the two miqo'te dangled. "Besides, threatening me isn't the best way to score a date. Just remember you started this game and I plan on feeding you all the sharks before sun rise. Oh and you might want to do something about your two friends here on the upper decks. Clearly, you aren't paying them enough to be 'hanging' around on the job." She giggled a bit as she turned around and threw the pearl into the ocean just as she did with the previous one. This was followed by a scream as someone had finally noticed the bodies that swayed back and forth over the water. She knew this would soon draw either their attention or the attention of the Yellow Jackets patrolling the streets. She smirked and quickly made her way out of sight before they made it to the area, keeping an alerted look about her surroundings as more and more foot traffic went towards the direction of the scream. She reached into her pocket and pulled out another pearl one with a symbol that matched the one on her mask. "Perella come in" she spoke just quiet enough for anyone passing by not to hear. "Here!" Perella said in a cheerful voice. She had recently climbed out of the water and was now on the lower docks twisting her sleeve straining water out that spilled onto her feet. "Its four of them and I believe--" her sentence was interrupted by the sight of the Male Hyur not too far way that was wandering about, wearing a rather paranoid expression. He seemed to have caught a glimpse of his now dead comrades and was now on high alert. The two Roedagyns had followed shortly after she could only faintly make out what he told them but she assumed they were going to continue looking for her with more alerted eyes. The group wandered off and appeared to continue their searches, giving her enough time to further give her directions via link pearl. "As I was saying there's four of them. I do not know the one in charge but I just saw a Midlander speaking to two Roedagyns. I'm sure that's them. I need you to ditch the cloak for now and hurry back to the inn and grab my sword. Notify me once you make it away from the inn." Perella said playfully "Righto!" she then removed her drenched cloak and balled it up and tossing it into a nearby bin. As she quickly made her way to the inn to retrieve the sword as directed, she noticed it was a lot more patrolling than a few hours ago. The city had a very extreme energy to it. People were paranoid. But Perella didn't seem to take note of all this as she skipped, like a child without a single worry in the world, with a sword in a sheath that hung across her back. "Special delivery." she spoke into the pearl once she had made it a fair distance away from the inn. She held her hand slightly above her eyes as if trying to block out the moon light. "And... I think I see one of those Roedagyns that wants to have a date with you. He's dressed funny." Fang had just finished setting up a trap just out side the Hyaline. She used the last of her wire to set up a clothes line as she tied each end to the pillars parallel to each other. She planned on luring them to this spot. "Excellent approach him and lead him to the Hyaline if he's smart he'll bring his other friends here too. As soon as you reach the exit, crouch low and take five steps. After you do, throw me my sword. I'll be sitting atop the sign right above you. After that, keep running I doubt you'd want to see what happens next." she said with an air of seriousness in her voice. "Crouch low?" she asked curiously. "What for? I hate running like that. I always feel like someone's looking at my butt." she looked down at her rear end. "Perella, I swear to Twelve if you don't hurry up.." her voice riding the same air of seriousness as it pierced through the link pearl that seemed to quell the jokester once again. "Y-Yes ma'm!" she replied Perella approached the Roedagyn who seemed to appear very vigilant. Though he paid her no mind initially until she spoke. "I-I think I saw Fang!" she said to the large man. "W-what? Where?" the Roedagyn looked at the smaller Miqo'te "This way follow me!" she motioned to him just as she did she took off running. The Roedagyn followed after her as he did he spoke into his linkpearl,"Someone got a visual and is leading me to her. We're heading towards the Hyaline." The Hyur spoke, "Alright, proceed with caution. Seems our target like to ambush her targets. I'll be there shortly." "I'm actually pretty close to the Hyaline I'm coming." the other Roedagyn said in a hurried voice. "I owe her for trying to jump me in the market earlier anyway." he added. Fang climbed on-top of the sign just above the exit. As she sat there time, seemed to have slowed down. She looked up and the moon was still shining just as bright with a few clouds that crossed in front of it. It also appeared the fog that rolled in had came and gone. Leaving the air feeling wet and clammy. The sounds of footsteps broke her from this brief trance and she looked down towards the exit below her. Seconds later, Perella came out of the exit and crouched continuing to run on all fours. The Roedaygn that followed a few steps behind her was a bit thrown off by this but continued following her, just as soon as added two and two together, he had got clothes-lined by the wire that was set just high enough to hit him in the neck. This caused him to kick his feet up and he fell onto his back knocking the wind out of himself. Perella mid stride, began counting her steps "One, two, three, four, five." mumbled to herself. She then turned around and took the blade out of the sheath and held it with the handle aimed at Fang who was sitting on-top of the sign just as she said she was preparing to jump, and threw it like a harpoon. As fang leaped into the and began to descend she grabbed hold of the sword in the air and held it with the blade aiming below her as both hands tightly wrapped around the handle. she drew back above her head preparing her strike making sure it would hit as much force as possible. It would appear she was going to land directly onto the Roedagyn. By this time, Perella had already knew what was about to happen and she turned on her heels and continued running towards the lower decks away from the scene, dropping the sheath a few inches behind her. The timing for this strike was insanely fast. The Roedagyn was on his back coughing and mid cough his air ways were closed. When he opened his eyes he saw Fang standing on his chest with a blade slicing deep into his throat. Blood began to spill out of the wound and from his mouth as she choked and started bleed out on the ground. She drove it deeper and twisted it that caused a snapping noise. One could assume this sound had came from his neck bone snapping which would ultimately kill him if he wasn't already on his way to death from the stab to his throat. She snatched the blade out of his neck and swung it at the air as the blood slid off the blade and onto the concrete. She rolled his body up next the ledge of the overpass and sat him up against one of the pillars. He was in a sitting position with his head bowed that seemed to hide the wound to his neck as blood seeped into his clothes. Fang knew the others were on their way and this would play as a second trap. She cut down the line she had set up quickly ducked behind the exit. The dead body of the Roedagyn sat there as if he was patiently waiting for the others to arrive. Soon the other Roedagyn emerged from the exit and he noticed to his left a large mass in a sitting position. He realized this was his comrade and said and with confusion at the scene before him, "What the hell are you doing? And where is she?" Had he not been distracted by such an odd scene he would have noticed blood was still fresh in the air. As he approached closer, the darkness no longer hide the secret that his comrade was no longer with the living. "Oh sh--" His eyes widened at this discovery. Unfortunately, the words didn't manage to fully escape his lips. He felt a blade being jammed straight through his back that slowly dug deeper and deeper into his body puncturing his heart. The Roedagyn fell to his knees trying his best to cling to life but it was out of his reach at this point. Keeping a tight grip onto her sword, she kicked him in the back and he fell over the edge as his body retracted the blade and plummeted towards the ocean below making a large splash and sinking. Once again she swung her blade at the air that seemed to whip the blood off as the drops hit the concrete. The blood from the neck of the Roedagyn had seemed to stop bleeding by this point. Her ears flicked about as she heard the sound of foot steps that were drawing closer to her location. She knew they must have belonged to either, the was the Hyur or the owner of the mysterious voice she spoke with a little bit ago. Either way, this deadly game of chess was soon going to come to an end. She decided to leave the body sitting there reusing her method to direct attention in order to ambush whoever was curious enough to trek down that way again. The Hyur rushed out of the exit, unknowingly Fang was a few feet behind him where she had originally hid only moments before. His gaze dropped as he found the Roedagyn sitting motionless. "W-What the.." he stuttered, not quite sure why the Roedagyn was sitting there until he realized the smell of blood in the air and the clouds tucked away from the moon causing that area to illuminate at the perfect time to reveal the person was long dead. Shocked, he fell back onto his butt causing him to drop his sword and scooted away with terror in his eyes that didn't seem to look away from the horrific scene. He may have seen death before, but not in this fashion and not in this manner. The imagines of seeing the other two Miqo'te crept into his mind and only fueled his fears even more. He knew who was responsible and he knew what was coming next. And as quick as he made this realization, without warning, he could feel the tip of a cold blade that pressed against back of his neck that dared him to move and heard his sword being kicked away from his hand. Had he decided to retaliate in anyway shape or form he knew he would end up just like the Roedagyn before him. "I'm Fang, Nice to meet you." she spoke in a low tone as she pressed the tip of the blade into his neck even more, without breaking skin but also not opposed of doing so had he resisted. "We're going to play a game..You're going to do exactly what I tell you and I'll consider letting you live." "P-P-Please, n-no! I-I'll do whatever you say! J-Just don't kill me!" "Oh how cute.. I guess your leader taught you how to beg too." she said menacingly "Tell him I got away over the pearl. You fuck this up and I promise I'll cut your head off and toss it into the ocean." "W-What?" he said still unsure of what she had planned. Fang pressed the blade deeper into his neck. With a little more force it would surely break skin. This also signified how serious she was. Had he questioned her again she'd discard of him as well and by this notion he knew it was true. "Okay okay!" he said trying to get her to stop. He was convinced she had every intent to kill him had he not cooperated. He held one hand up to relay he had no intention of trying to double cross her especially not while she had a blade at his neck. He used his other hand to dig out his link pearl. "And you better make it sound convincing. You were blinded by a flash bang and I left a clue." she added as she firmly held the blade at the back of his neck ready to end him. The Hyur nodded frantically, as he pulled the pearl out and brought it to his lips. "Sir, I've got some good new and some bad news." he cleared his throat trying to mask the fact he needed to catch his breath and further more, bury the fear in his voice, both of him and her. He used this brief moment to think of a believable explanation. "Just as I arrived to the Hyaline she had already made quick work of the other two. I engaged her and even managed to wound her. However, just as I was about to apprehend her she used a flash bang and got away. I also found a clue that may lead us to her. Should I bring it to you sir?" he then went silent as he listened for further instructions. "Bravo... You even had me fooled there for a second." she whispered in his ear tauntingly as she listened for the voice to give him a response.

Fang sat at the window of her inn room looking out as the night grew closer. The light posts began to shine and illuminate against the waters of Limsa. She noticed two Miqo'te entering the inn from her window. She was a former hunter herself and she knew that look and intense focus of those searching for prey. She quickly ducked behind the curtain peering out at them as they made their way inside. "Like bees to honey." she mumbled as she hopped down from her sitting place next to her window. She walked over and rang a bell and soon a distinct knock pattern tapped against the door of her room. "Perella, come in." Fang said as she turned to the door that slowly crept open. Another Miqo'te peeked her head in the room wearing an over-joyous smile. "I thought you'd never wanna see me again!" she spoke in a playful tone as she made fake sniffing noises as if she were getting ready to cry. "I think I might be being tracked, I need a second pair of eyes." she sad in a rather serious tone completely dismissing the playful tone of the other miqo'te. Perella gasped. "Someone's after my sweet fang?!" she said shockingly and uncomfortably loud. Fang quickly rushed over and placed her hand over Perella's mouth as she pinned her against the stone wall of the room. Her eyes became intense as they attempted to pierce her very being. "Could you be any louder?" she said with annoyance in her voice as well as the expression on her face. She slowly removed her hand and the miqo'te repeated but this time it was in a sarcastic whisper, "Someone's after my sweet Fang?" "Yes... and they think I'm a fool. So are you going to help me or not? I could call Kyzen instead." Perella shook her head in disagreement. "N-No! I'll help, besides he's too quiet what help could he be?" she questioned almost childlike. Fang cocked an eyebrow as her tail swished around as she became increasingly annoyed with Perella. "Anyway.. I need you to go down into the lobby wearing this." she reached for a hooded cloak that laid perfectly spread on the bed. "Keep your face hidden. If two Miqo'te down there begin following you simply make your way to the most dead part of town. I'll be close behind and take this with you.. You'll know when to use it I'm sure." she then shoved a small device used for temporarily causing blindness into the hands of the other miqo'te. She relayed this message in such a way that seemed to stop the playful nature of this Miqo'te dead in its tracks. All she did was simply nod affirmatively and began changing into the cloak. By this time, night had fell upon the city. It was an ominous night and the fog had seemed to roll in from the shores. But that didn't stop the night birds from making their usual sounds at the night sky. This seemed to set the tone further that thing's were about to get interesting. "Damnit hurry up Perella! I don't pay you to sit on your ass!" Fang commanded as the miqo'te finished getting dressed. "Y-Yes, Ma'am." she said apologetically. "You remember the plan?" Fang questioned Perella "Y-Yes Ma'am" she repeated "Alright get moving" she shoved her out the door of the room and waited a few seconds before following her dressed in light armor. Her belt contained two daggers that were soaked in a paralysis potion, a flash bang of her own, and a spool of wire. She crept down the stairs and peaked around the corner as Perella moved about the lobby. And like clock-work, just as she suspected, the two Miqo'te began following her as she made her exit. Fang hung back not to far off from them keeping a watchful gaze of the guards patrolling near by. It seemed to be a couple more of them out tonight than usual. This perhaps had everything to do with the bounty being issued. Perella did as she was instructed, keeping her face hidden from view, but she occasionally peered over her shoulder to verify she was still being followed. What seemed to be like they were being lead in circles Perella had successfully lured the two into a dead-in. She stood there, a few quick steps in front her was a railing where the waters of Limsa rustled about below. But behind her were the two Miqo'te who seemed to began reaching for a pearl of some sort. Without warning, Perella turned around with her face lit up bearing a cheek to cheek smile she clicked a button on the device and threw it at her pursers before pivoting and leaping over the railing diving straight into the water below. Fang knew it was time and had already had her hand carefully grasping a mask this one different than the one she left at her previous stunt. It had a strange symbol on the forehead of it. She slipped it on, without hesitation, just as the device hummed and made a pop noise as the surrounding area light up for a few seconds. The two miqo'te grunted as they were blinded by the intense light that was produced by the device. Fang quickly emerged from the shadows and unlatched the daggers from her belt. She threw them with rather impressive accuracy the daggers each hit the Miqo'te in the same spot simultaneously in their spine, as the paralysis concoction seeped into their bloodstream, their motor controls began to shut down. They two both fell to ground causing a small thud as their bodies crashed into the stone floor unable to react at such a well placed ambush. She walked over towards them before shooting a look behind her to insure nobody was around or on their way. Fang knelt down beside them both as they struggled to move and could barely speak as the potion seemed to be doing it's job. She knew however, it wouldn't last very long. She undid the wire from her belt and began to tie both their hands and feet together and made a noose for each victim and wrapped it around both of their necks and carefully tied the end to the post that was on the railing. She searched them extensively before retrieving two link pearls from them. Flicking the other into the ocean. She then kicked the two bonded miqo'te off the upper docks and the wire began to tighten around the post. The two slowly but surely began dying as breath escaped them and their bodies dangled lifelessly over the water below them. She brought the other one link pearl close to her ear as she heard a few voices asking what that noise was. She spoke in a low tone, "Looking for me?" she grinned behind her mask.

Fang made her way through East Hawkers Alley. As she hiked through the city, she simply people watched. Unbeknownst to them, she could set the city to a blaze and sleep peacefully the next day as if it never happened, though she wouldn't pull such a stunt--at least not right now, not while things were getting interesting. But this made her feel empowered as if she had the city already in her hands. They just didn't know it yet. Fang didn't exactly need anything from the market but the walk was relaxing to her. But soon she caught the smell of fresh fish in the air that made her stomach rumble. "I suppose I could go for a bite..." She mumbled to her self as she made her way to the shack of an independent culinarian. Just as she did a Male Roegadyn approached the two shortly after from the crowd, he looked between the two. His gaze piercing though his stare would intimidate the average person she remained unwavered. "Stay on the look out for any suspicious activity. There's been a city wide capture or kill order by a contractor for the one calling themselves Fang. Good day." She stared at him intensely as he walked off, the world around her seemed to disappear, making it seem as though only the Roegadyn and her existed for a brief moment. She thought to herself-- Why would they wait this long to make a move after trying to hide the story for so long from the other nations? More importantly she began to wonder if this had something to do with the Midlander back at the Wench. Or better yet could he possibly be the contractor. Her mind raced with all kinds of possibilities, she was sharp but even this stumped her. "Ma'am. That be 50 Gil." the cook repeatedly getting more impatient with a lack of a response from her. "Ma'am! Hello?!" He waved his hand in her view trying to get her attention. "C'mon lass, I got sales to make." he complained. She shook her head as if trying to snap herself back to reality. "Oh s-sorry, here." she quickly reached into her pocket pulled out the Gil and dropped it on the counter and walked off with the man yelling at her from behind, still holding her fish she was about purchase. "Hey lass! Ye fergot, yer fish! H-Hey Miss!" the voice soon blended in with the surrounding chatter. She stayed a few yalms behind the Male Roegadyn who seemed to be have an odd aura about him. He looked just as strange as the Midlander back at Wench. She then came to a stop as she overheard more and more people talking about it. "Fang.. yeah they're after em now!" "I'll bring the head back and get a heavy coin fer it!" "Not if I beat ya to it mate" the voices echoed about. By this time the Roegadyn that originally spread the message had gotten lost in the crowd of people. The air around her began to feel tense. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time that both made her nervous and thrilled her at the same time. She stood there among a den of lions who were actively searching for a raw slab of meat and she was the catch. Fang found a nearby bench and sat down letting out a heavy breath as if trying to exhale some of the tension. She folded her arms against her chest and crossed her legs one over the other. She sat there for a few moments and closed her eyes trying to come up with her next course of action. Moments later she opened them after reaching her new resolution. "Hm...Alright if they're looking for me, finding out who is it is..is top priority." a small grin crept across her face as she stood up. "Time to silence these whistle blowers before they make "too much" noise. How dare this clown try and snuff me out with child like tactics." she mumbled to herself as she made her way back to her room at the Inn to get prepared for her next move.

Fang sat on a bar stool leaning over the counter at the Drowning Wench. She was dressed casually. Bold move on her part, but she knew nobody living had seen her face so she didn't care. Besides, she could use a drink after all the running around she had been doing lately. Her ears flicked about as she overheard a Male Mindlander questioning a nearby Yellow Jacket. "You mean to tell me a grand company ship blows up, and nobody knows who did it?" he said in annoyed tone. The Yellow Jacket replied, "Well all we know is someone named Fang did eet mate. Left a mask with a the named etched into it an' a body at the scene. S'all we know right now." he shrugged. She grinned to herself. Her seed had been planted and now people are worried. Or at the very least curious. She continued sitting at the bar and sipping her ale. But she couldn't help but think..who. The man didn't look like he was with the Maelstrom or the Yellow Jackets for that matter. So who exactly did she get attention of? She shrugged a bit before shifting her attention to Baderon flashing him a warm smile. "You hear about this too?" she asked him as he was busy mixing a drink for another nearby patron. He nodded, "Yes, lass. Damn thang woke me right up in the middle of the night. They said someone named Fang was behind the deed." She tapped her chin, as if she was trying to figure out something she had already knew. "Hmm..that is strange." Baderon nodded in agreement. "Indeed, so you best be careful walkin' round ere' at night, lass. Beauty such as yerself would surely attract attention." he said with a smile. Fang took another sip from her ale before setting it on the counter. "I'm sure you say that to all pretty women who are paying you for drinks." she said grinning at the man, her purple eyes seemed to sparkle, surely she doesn't appear to be a killer or demolitionist. But that was her niche, being that unexpected equation. "Nope! It's on the house, just fer you lass" he chuckled and began tending to other patrons on the other side of the bar. Fang smiled at the man as he moved further down the bar before she twirled around on her stool to face the crowd. She had notice the Midlander had seemed to have moved on. She finished her drink and got up and made her way to the market.

Not much fun breaking the law without any active authorities in town. :evil: /support

((This is open to those directly involved. However, the knowledge of this particular event is known those who have recently been in and out of Limsa and if you are affiliated with The Maelstrom or the Yellow Jackets. If you are interested in tracking down this unknown assailant that is solely up to you.)) [align=center][/align] [align=center]"I've grown tired of waiting. They could be dead for all I know and the pearl has gone quiet for some time now. And I can't say sitting around the Night Blades has been anything less than entertaining. Ul'dah is so out of control now that the refugees could easily ban together and overthrow the government. I need a fresh start. Unfortunately, Gridania won't do--it's far too close to the HQ, they'd be on to me in no time. Limsa.... I vowed never to return again but suddenly I can hear the rain drops. Maybe this was Fate..." [/align] Dressed in black lightweight armor and a mask, what appeared to be a female Miqo'te, exited the halls of the air ship landing. As she made her way through the Lower Decks of Limsa in the dead of night, the Yellow Jackets were making their usual rounds patrolling the courts. Though it couldn't be seen from behind her mask she wore a wide grin underneath it. She knew what she was about do and she knew what her new goal was. She simply....knew. As she stood close to a nearby railing, in the distance, she could see a heavily guarded boat assumed to be carrying supplies for the The Maelstrom. She gave her belt a gentle tap that housed a compact explosive device and a rather sharp dagger. She nodded and made her way through the marine city with the ship locked in her gaze. As she approached the loading dock to get a better view of the nearby patrols her mind began racing to carefully trying to calculate an escape plan. She lived for things like this..walking in the shadows heavily plotting her next move. Once she had gotten a couple yalms closer, she noticed a gap in between one of the Yellow Jacket's view and where she stood. The Miqo'te decided it would be more discreet if she swam to the boat rather than simply approaching it on foot drawing far less attention. She quickly dove into the water making only a small splash. Swimming as swiftly as the fish in the water next to her, she quickly approached the large ship. Fortunately, the explosive device was unaffected by the water and was still able to be triggered. Once activated she'd have approximately 60 seconds to get as far away from the explosion as possible. she slowly popped her head out of the water, taking in a much needed breath, she then attached the explosive and activated it. In her mind, the clock began ticking, giving her 60 seconds to make it back to the docks and watch the fireworks from afar. Once the deed was done and she had returned to the docks she had previously jumped off of, she heard an unfamiliar voice, "And what ye think yer wer doin' over yander by the shipment, lass?" the voice questioned, with a drawn weapon towards her head. It was the Yellow Jacket she saw before she dove into the water. She didn't speak she only remained silent and raised her hands in surrender as the tall Roegadyn pulled her out of the water. By this time the bomb had about 10 seconds left before detonating. "Oh ye must be the quiet type. Have et yer way, lass. Ye can rot in a cell fer tamperin' with the Maelstrom's supply cargo." he threatened. Just as he finished his statement, a loud explosion occurred that was so loud it echoed throughout the Lower Decks and startled him. He flinched at the loud noise, "What in Seven Hells?!" he howled as he fixated on direction of the explosion. Him taking his eyes off her for that split second was the perfect opportunity for her to catch the Roe off guard, the Miqo'te swiftly jumped onto the shoulders of the Roe and unlatched the dagger from her belt. She stuck the dagger deep into the side of his neck and blood squirted from the open wound like a geyser. With the sound of him choking on his own blood, she whispered into his ear in a low tone, "Sorry... I follow a no witness clause." as she drug the dagger from one side of his neck to the other slicing his throat open. The Yellow Jacket fell to the ground trying to stop the blood from seeping out of his neck to no avail. She turned and looked at the ship that was now emitting smoking and slowly sinking into water at the nearby loading dock. She tossed the knife into the sea next to them and removed her mask leaving it next to the Roegadyn's now dead body. The mask had a small etching on the inside that simply read "Fang". She gave the sinking ship one final look as an amused grin crept across her face before quickly escaping into the night with the sounds of alarms and men rushing to see what had just happened. She had done it.... To her the fun had just begun.