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It's such a bloody shame when one's basic skill sets are completely obsolete in this city and island. Death was considered one of the few things in life as a certainty, and yet here we are, unable to die properly.

[ a sort of low groan, like he's nursing a migraine. ]

Being an assassin isn't easy... quite under appreciated bunch we are, really! You think you just...just... go up to a bloke and stick a sword through his beating heart being stealthy-like and all, but no... no! That's not how it works, you idgit... [ yes, he just said 'idgit'. ]

There's a finesse, a sort of grace in the kill. It's an art, really, and a bit of showmanship if you're not the only two there. There's nothing like a good audience to motivate you if you ask me, and I'll bet you're asking me... how is murder art? How do you sleep at night? Just an unmoral sack of fucking shit you are, is what you're thinking I'll bet. Well... I... [ mumbles, trailing off a little. ]

I brush my teeth real proper holding that brush at a 45 degree angle. Not too hard for that makes the gums bleed something fierce and that's quite unhealthy I hear. Then get undressed...heh, then dressed again into something proper for sleep, perhaps read a couple chapters of the good ol' Dostoyevsky, and that's it! I sleep like a big baby is how I fucking sleep, I'll tell you that much!

Ugh... I need to stop drinking and find something better to occupy my bloody time with...

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You're thinking a bit too much there. Sounds like ya might not have had enough to drink there, bucko.

[Especially he is talking about the way he holds his tooth brush.] If you're still looking for something to do, ya can see if anyone would hire someone to be whacked. [So long as you don't someone Faris cares for, then he won't give a crap. \o/]

If ya want something else...well I heard the domestic thing is pretty big here. [Nooooooot his thing.]

[another groan.]

Well, see, what's the point in...what, whacking? Whacking someone when they'll just return? That'll just make things extremely awkward.

[yeah nope domestic stuff is so not his thing either.]

Maybe you can make a game about how many don't see ya when you do it? Have any thing else ya like to do?

Assassination is my life, but...but oh, I think you're onto something there! Just a bunch of people dropping dead for a few days and coming back annoyed like hell. Heh... now that's just a terrible game.

[Faris, you have horrible ideas... Anyway, Serph can't quite tell if this guy's the type to be encouraged to do something if told not to, so Serph doesn't give him any warnings not to kill.]

It takes more skill not to kill or cause serious damage in a fight. If you pride yourself in showmanship, consider sparring with someone. There are many here who would oblige.

Aye, sparring would certainly take the edge off. I've gone a round or two at my brother who's probably loitering around the place somewhere...

If you can't find your brother, I wouldn't mind substituting.

Really? You'd do that, just for little ol' me, aye?

I would. Contact me when you wish to spar.

[...Oh right, introductions.]

My name is Serph.

Henry. [Then he chuckles.] That's very generous of you. In thanks, I promise I won't go easy on you.

There is a certain finesse most wouldn't understand. Murder is an art. It takes a rather skilled hand to know where to cut, where to sever, where to rip apart in order to cause a heart to stop beating.

[ There's a pause and what seems to be an intake of breath from a cigarette. ]

I wouldn't call merely butchering art, however. A clean cut. That is beauty. Of course, I take this all from a medical standpoint.

[ But what kind of doctor would find beauty in death? ]

A medical standpoint is all and well, but that's a whole different bloody ballgame my good doctor. Granted it's still a game only a small collection of us can understand. [a heavy sigh and mutters under his breath] I'm usually not this mopey, I swear...

Have you sought any professional help? Perhaps the guilt may be weighing heavily on you.

[ He's aware of that weight himself, if that pause is any indication. ]

A game only a select few can appreciate, certainly so. But would you refer to the chase as the game? I prefer calling it art as you have. The chase is interesting however I much prefer the outcome and aftermath to it.

Guilt? No, oh no, no, no, I'm not about go see a shrink about anything just yet. [Regardless of said weight, he is sometimes too proud for that.]

I see, we differ in that sense a little. The chase and moment of execution is the highlight of course, though I admit there is satisfaction in knowing the outcome and aftermath. It's just not as important to me what happens to the body afterwards.

It isn't the body in itself. It's the moment of death. I find a rather... compelling beauty in that final heartbeat.

[ Not to mention the look in their eyes when it happens but disclosing that would be too telling. ]

I must admit. I'm rather curious as to what brought this sudden need to divulge along.

As you're an individual whose occupation requires getting very up-close and personal with the internal organs, I can see where you're coming from. [Though still a touch creepy for Henry's tastes.]

Assuming you're a doctor here, of course... [He adds that like an afterthought. He never actually asked him if he was a doc.]

And I'll admit I've 'ad a little one too many to drink and just well, you know, felt like sharing. I'm going to be here for a while it looks like, so there's really no point in hiding it.

One of three. Despite the fact we aren't paid for our efforts, it helps pass the time. Keeps things interesting on occasions.

[ He's not going to expound on that deal with the organs and everything he's said. It's telling enough but there are just certain topics you can't help but bring up. There's a small smile though, one of amusement from his confession. ]

I'd imagine it was only under a bit of inebriation that someone would be so willing to admit to this line of work. However, discretion could be somewhat advised. There are those who have rather... strong senses of justice, shall I say?

[Maybe it's a good thing Henry is a very good keeper of information when it's not about himself.]

Strong senses of justice...yes, well, I suppose I've been lucky so far not to have run into anyone of that description. I'm sure once I sober up, I'll be back to being the little shut-in that I'm used to being.

[Okay now this guy is talking his language.]

Actually, I know exactly how you feel. I'm not really the poetic kind, but just stabbing someone is boring. How's anyone going to take you seriously if you aren't at least a little flashy?

[his accent thickens in his buzzed state] Yes. Flash, see, that's what people do not understand. Brute force in itself is quite a show, I'll admit, but there's only so much one can take of such a dull performance!

[The language of murder is universal, okay.]

I've got plenty of brute force myself, but it's not about whether you can cut them or not. It's about making the survivors afraid so they won't cross you again.

Survivors? Well, I suppose everyone's situation is different, but once I've acquired my target...or targets, even...there are no survivors. [a small, thoughtful hum.]

Now if I was indiscriminately slaughtering people for no pay, I would leave a survivor here and there, even if my perfectionist side would never forgive me for leaving behind a few stragglers.

Well, my job was intimidation. I was supposed to make sure that people paid their protection money at all costs. Maybe one or two survivors a job, and even then they'd get cut up.

Your job requires a little more effort, it seems. A real repo man. [He chuckles.]

Heh. I guess. I was good at it, though. I did it for more than ten years without getting killed, which is the hard part I think.

Staying alive in any sort of dirty business is rather tough, and I commend you for it, friend. [Sighs, then groans slightly from what is mostly likely a headache.]

Well, you could try developing new basic skill sets.

[laughs] I'm getting a little old for that, lass...

Nobody's too old to learn things.

[Pause.] You're right. I'm not too old for anything, though perhaps a touch stubborn. [Or like, you know, super mega stubborn.]

Well, it's time to either not be so stubborn or to keep learning about new drinks, right?

Oh, I can always stand to learn about new drinks regardless. What do you suggest I try?

Me? Ahaha--I don't think I'm the right person to ask about that.

Why not? You seem like a young lass of many hobbies. [whoops, he should've been more clear about what he was talking about heh.]

Oh, you mean besides drinks? Hmm... Well, you could start watching movies, for example.

Huh...movies? [Strokes his chin thoughtfully.] Come to think of it, I used to be so preoccupied with work that I can't even remember the last time I just sat down and watched me a film proper.

Well, there you go! You'd better start catching up with all the movies you've missed.

I'll try. Does Vatheon have a theatre by any chance? Or is borrowing movies and such all that this city has to offer?

I'm pretty sure there are. Somewhere in the area around the plaza.

But can you really say that the people you kill deserve to die? And if you can't...then how can you kill them?

Being an assassin isn't like being a soldier.

That... hm, that one's a real toughie, I'll admit. While it's nothing like being a soldier where you're trying to shut out the fact that these people you're gunnin' down don't deserve to die, you sort of have to force yourself into that mindset.

Trust me, if you aren't raised that way from a young age, it's quite impossible to do it in your adult life. I've seen it. Not a pretty sight.

Sometimes, as a soldier... Things can be black and white, it's not always artificial.

But that's not the point. Even if you were raised to be an assassin, I still think...you can be more now.

[It isn't too late for anyone.]

[a sort of bitter smile.]

The possibility, as slim as it is, does remain. I agree. But do you ever get the feeling that sometimes you were just meant to do something your whole life?

What I'm meant to do is make the world a better place and fight for the causes that need my support.

You can do better than assassin.

...How much did ya drink? [You sound wasted. Seriously wasted.]

I lost count, to be perfectly honest.

...Tha's usually the first sign of problems.

So I hear... [pause.]

Grit, was it?

Surprised ya can remember it. That's me alright.

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