[08:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) would dip his head “Forgive me for letting you wait.”
[08:30] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) sensual strokes legs moved in a slow unison of the Master Crow’s as she followed. A blush stained her cheeks that illuminated her cheek a suble glow to an added little moment left in silent as she took her place nearside the two Masters then” Master may i get you wine?” as if she knew to ask, knowing Him with out fear. Her voice a sultry whisper of honeytones and her gaze drifted to Guru as well, if he would also wish to undertake with the allowance of the Killer in session.
[08:32] Guru (sagscor) stood in the tent, his expression steady, his thoughts focused as he awaited the moment when Crow would approach. The air around him seemed to hold a sense of anticipation, the quiet before the storm. His eyes briefly flickered toward Franzia, sensing the subtle energy she radiated, before returning to the ever-still figure of Crow. As Crow and Franzia drew closer, his posture didn’t shift, but his gaze sharpened with a quiet resolve. He gave them a nod of acknowledgment, a simple but respectful gesture to show he recognized their presence and the gravity of the moment. His voice, when it finally came, was clear and direct.
“Its not a bother at all. My intentions are clear, I seek your guidance on how to proceed. I understand the ways of the assassin are not taken lightly. So, tell me—what steps must I take to prove myself worthy of your teachings? What must I endure to walk the path you follow?” He paused, his gaze unwavering as he looked between Crow and Franzia, waiting for their response, for some sign that the journey he sought would indeed begin. His tone was not one of impatience but of quiet determination, fully aware of the rigor and challenge that would lie ahead. He nods to Franzia “If the man is in mood for one” he said with a smile.
[08:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would give Franzia a gesture that she would need to step away and collect their wine. But than without warning he would try to attempt to hook the man to his left jaw. The strength considerable when one understood the physical fitness of Crow. In his craft such was essential. Very much depended on this very moment. Would he succeed and hit the man ? If he hit him what would the man do ? Every action had consequences and as Crow now knew the man needed something from him he held the upper hand.
He doubted the man would want to fight him. For such would already be a red flag. Since would a man truly get what he wanted by letting his emotions get the better of him?
Still Crow was no fool and would stand in the ready for what might come. As ever accepting what would come his way.
[08:40] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) watched the gesture of he Master and turned away moving towards the place of safety…the hypnotic entice of hips that drew the eyes of men, distraction, torment in the very steps she took. The pathway taken she found the bar, grabbing with a reach over, was the one of the wine bottles, one not marked for death, but amused as it was perhaps even Master Dimitri’s brand. After all, she had seen it far and wide, even as far as Telnus. The bottle, two empty glasses and a damsel in motion was on the return, one hand held both glasses by the stem.
[08:45] Guru (sagscor) He gets hit in the face, he raised his hand up but it slides off his elbow and hits him afterall, he did not touch his face, but kept his gaze on Crow, his voice was low, steady, but filled with an unyielding determination as he addressed Crow. His words came with the weight of someone who had carefully thought about this path, someone who understood that seeking the training of an assassin was not simply a matter of skill, but of transformation. “I have come to understand that the path I seek is not one of mercy or ease.” He nodded once to Franzia, acknowledging her presence without distraction, but his full attention remained on Crow, awaiting the next instruction. “Must be a test”, he grins. His words hung in the air, carrying the promise of dedication and sacrifice. There was no arrogance in his tone—only the cold, hard clarity of a man ready to embrace the deadly art that Crow wielded with mastery. Ofcourse he was angry as he was hit, however he maintained his cool, as he was a seasoned warrior.
[08:51] Crow (melchior.wardell) had this natural carelessness about him and yet nothing was simply there. Things were calculated, addressed in his mind. As if he was in this movie that would be played before it truly happened. Weighing options and outcomes and to see which would benefit him most. So when he spoke of a test he simply nodded “Yes a first of many if you truly wish to walk the path. A path only one out of ten seems to overcome alive.” he stated matter of factually.
“Many think that being a killer is about being at the other end of the pointy thing and while that is true … it is about many other things too.” he shared cryptic. “I do not waste my time to those that feel themselves bigger than a simple slap in the face. Since that is the least they will have to face.”
He would now indicate Franzia to offer them both wine. “I can see you gave this thought. Tell me why it is that you came to me, now?”
[08:52] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) stayed upon the safety lines. No need to throw herself to the mix of men at testing their back and forth, skills. She twitched to hear the connect of a fist to flesh, but seemingly moved with the same tenature of supple grace, affected. The cork of the bottle was popped by the soft of velvet lips and poured into one glass, then another with the tilt of the bottle only halfway filled in each. She placed the bottle off to the side then, using one hand to gather each glass by the stem. swirling one and bringing to her nose to smell its bouquet with a flush of delight to curb her senses. An indraw, and then a slighted taste to ensure its quality and flavor. Its safety and presentation. One glass, then another. Once they had had paused, she began to continue forward, lifting both hands to the rise, each to the Master’s in easy attainment, two in one. Bonds were efficient that way.
[08:59] Guru (sagscor) stood tall, his posture unwavering, as he absorbed Crow’s words with the same quiet determination he had shown since the beginning. The weight of the challenge ahead did not faze him; in fact, it only solidified his resolve. He knew the risks, the grim reality of the path that Crow described. A path where only the strongest survived, where many would not see the light of another day. But to him, the reward outweighed the cost. He met Crow’s gaze, his voice steady and unwavering. “I have come to you because I seek something beyond what the world offers on its surface,” he said, the words clear and deliberate. “I have seen the chaos of the world—wars, betrayals, the endless fight for power. The weak are prey, and the strong are often not strong enough. The Black Caste, you offer a different kind of strength. Not the kind that stands in the light for all to see, but the kind that works in the shadows, hidden and silent, striking where it matters most. “I am not here because I seek power, but because I seek purpose,” he continued, his voice low but resolute. “I wish to master the art of influence, of precision, of being unseen yet always present. To strike only when necessary, to move when the world is unaware. I do not seek glory, nor recognition. I seek the freedom that comes with true mastery—the freedom to control, to move unnoticed, to make an impact without ever being seen. I came to you, because you know what it means to be truly free in this world. I wish to walk that path. A path where silence is the most powerful weapon, and the ability to disappear is a strength.I understand the risk. But this is my choice. It is not about being the biggest or the most feared. It is about knowing when to act, how to act, and leaving nothing behind but the consequences.” he paused briefly, his mind settling into the silence of his words before adding, “I came because this is the only way I see to become who I am meant to be.”
[09:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) listens and it was with the true intent to hear. To hear what he said, how he said it and to weigh the intent of the words chosen. He needed many and yet only a few were already telling Crow what kind of man he faced. He didn’t reply immediately as again to measure, prod and reason before he would address him once more.
He would look to Franzia awaiting for her to serve them. The scent of the wine already drifting to him as to see if the scent gave him any recognition. His eyes would rest upon her briefly. Wondering if she had been in the know of the plans of this man.
He turned back “A long time ago .. when I threw my insignia to the Ubar of Ar … I was a man of principles. Perhaps even arrogant and very much aware of my talents. But when I faced my mentor and learned that the training is done in celibacy, without the pleasures female flesh, wine or tavern brawls … I had to think that over.”
He would now move his hand to attempt to lift Franzia’s chin to the man. If she allowed him he was sure that if the man would look – he could see the promises of her lips, her passion in her eyes. “From what I learned this girl has submitted to you. And already you speak of giving that up?”
[09:11] Sasha Sin (sub.uwu) gave a small shrug. “I only know the black caste through rumors and tales. I’ve heard of mens shadows slay entire taverns. I… wanted to know what really happens.” Sasha stammered softly while Sirius hooked his thumbs in his belt. “As for my nightmares… I sleep a lot in the day. I do my chores and cleaning at night. The physicians said it was something that serum will fix but I’m too young right now.” she attempted to explain while she attempted to hide her need to feel guarded by rubbing a shoulder with the opposite hand.
[09:15] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) felt the touch of Master Crow’s caress, the tip of her face that exposed the lines and blushes, the clear of her eyes and the line of her lips as her face was turned to Master Guru. Her body alive with a feverish pitch that was kept align with her rooted statue of humbled pride. Holding the glasses of wine for the pleasure of the Masters, fully tested, breathed and ready for consumption at their wim.
[09:20] Guru (sagscor) his posture as disciplined as ever. The weight of Crow’s words did not escape him, and he allowed the silence to stretch, sensing the subtle probing that Crow was engaging in. He had asked for this path, and now the reality of it was unfolding before him—tests, questions, and challenges that would define his resolve. When Crow mentioned the celibacy, the absence of worldly pleasures, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had thought long on the sacrifices required to walk this path, and he would not let the mention of a her submission or the temptations of the flesh sway him. He could see the connection between Crow and Franzia, the promise in her gaze, and yet he did not flinch. His path had already been set, and there was nothing that would divert him from it. His voice was quiet but resolute, “I came to you for the discipline of the Black Caste, not for the fleeting pleasures that can tie a man down. I understand the price of this training, and I accept it. I am not here to be distracted by the things
[09:20] Guru (sagscor): that pull men off their course—be it a woman’s touch, or the comfort of the tavern. These are but temporary distractions, and I have no need for them.”
“I understand what Franzia represents, but I also understand what I must give up to truly be free in this world. A man who is ruled by his desires is a man bound. I seek the freedom that comes with mastery over them, and the ability to control my own fate. The path you walk requires sacrifice, and I have already made mine.” He then looked toward Franzia briefly, his gaze softening for the briefest of moments before he turned back to Crow, his voice steady once more. “She has submitted, and that is her choice. I have made mine. My loyalty lies with the path you offer. This is why I am here.” To Franzia, he gave no outward sign of acknowledgment, but inside, there was a quiet recognition of her role and the weight of that moment. Her expression, her movements, the way she held herself—everything about her spoke of discipline, of training, of knowing her place in the world they navigated. His eyes returned to Crow, steady and unwavering, before he spoke once more. “I do not seek to be distracted by the world around me. My mind is fixed on the goal ahead.” His eyes lingered just a moment on Franzia, recognizing the beauty in the moment, before refocusing on Crow, awaiting the next test.
[09:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) would now let go of the girl and take the glass with the wine. His fingers brushing hers in a silent gesture she had done him well. Very well indeed. He would have the wine dance in his glass as he sniffed it to enjoy all aspect of it.
The conversation behind him drifted too him and a grin crept upon his lips. Just his brothers luck.
When the man spoke once again, the attention of Crow moved back fully upon him. “Words.” he replied. “It is easy to speak of it, but to live it.” he replied. He would now indicate the man to take the other glass. “Take it … ” he stated. He than would give a meaningful look to Franzia and would turn back to Guru “Ever heard of the wait ?” he asks curious.
Crows Murder 