[ Lamia had received a letter and had heard more than enough phone calls to have a strong enough grasp of the current situation. Unlike certain others, she had no silly hopes that everyone would ignore the orders to avoid killing. Though she refused to kill her target--even though the image of Lemon, despite being dead, bothered her--she knew she was likely to be a target.
...And even a child would know someone ringing a doorbell during a chaotic situation like this is more than a bit suspicious. She unlocks the lock on the door, but keeps the chainlock in place. She opens the door the few inches the chain allows. ]
[Slick knew the situation called for tact. The typical straightforward approach he was so fond of was not going to work here. He needed to use cunning. Subtlety. Deception.
He also knew he wasn't really any good at any of those things.] Name's Spades Slick. I'm here to kill you. Don't take it personally.
[Cormag had been looking for a good while now. This Spades Slick guy was surprisingly crafty. The knight had gone around asking as many drones if they had seen him, but they never had. If they did, it always ended up becoming some sort of wild goose chase. He was getting tired of it, he clutched at the knife, looking again to see if they were around-
Wait, was that him? He looked down at the photo he had been given. Unmistakable, that had to be him. Cormag quickly dashed behind a building, keeping a solid eye on his new foe. He'd need to be careful, running in and attacking someone who seemed to be so... overjoyed, wouldn't be a smart idea. He decided on following his target just a bit more.]
[Slick wipes the blood off his knife, smirking to himself. And here he'd thought he'd have to at least impersonate a knife salesman first! This day is getting better all the time. In fact, it almost calls for...
[Silly it is, but it gives the young knight a good chance to try and sneak up on you. He was now positioned behind a tree, keeping a better tab on you. Wait- this was stupid. He put his knife in his pocket, before walking out of his hiding place. A knight does have honor, and sneaking up on someone wasn't exactly honorable. ]
Spades Slick? [He was ready now. His grip firm around the sharpened knife in his pocket.]
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...And even a child would know someone ringing a doorbell during a chaotic situation like this is more than a bit suspicious. She unlocks the lock on the door, but keeps the chainlock in place. She opens the door the few inches the chain allows. ]
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He also knew he wasn't really any good at any of those things.] Name's Spades Slick. I'm here to kill you. Don't take it personally.
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Wait, was that him? He looked down at the photo he had been given. Unmistakable, that had to be him. Cormag quickly dashed behind a building, keeping a solid eye on his new foe. He'd need to be careful, running in and attacking someone who seemed to be so... overjoyed, wouldn't be a smart idea. He decided on following his target just a bit more.]
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Slick gazes left.
Slick gazes right.
Nobody there.
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>SS: VICTORY DANCE
This is incredibly silly.]
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Spades Slick? [He was ready now. His grip firm around the sharpened knife in his pocket.]
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Well, as with all problems, there's a simple solution to this. Slick immediately stops dancing and draws his knife, lunging at Cormag without a word.
Nobody who sees the victory dance can leave alive.]
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