Supposedly the Greater Good

[Goblin Cat 😸]

"Nothing was ever going to come of it." her voice echoed throughout the alley. Her scales rippled, revealing her at the end of the alley.. along with her cloak and scythe this time, had been as invisible as she had. "If those guards worked for your employer.. Why on earth would you thank me for killing them..?" she laughed, once again playing with the coins. "And why did you have to destroy the nice wolfy's sword?"

[Somebody]

The raptor looked at her strangely, a bit weary of her game but at the same time respectful of her prowess. "Its easy to thank you for killing the guards that work for my employer, had your friend broken the amulet that would summon more they wouldve been arrested for murder and I'd of simply walked home." he paused for a moment, watching her twirl his coin. " As for the wolf's sword, why not? It was fun hee wont be needing it." A smile washed over the raptors face as he pondered the various outcomes.

Till this point it did not appear they had been followed. The two stood alone in the alleyway, at least one of them unsure of the outcome. "What iss your goal bringing me here? If its some kind of trick you might as well give it up, or is there something else" he asked eyeing her wearily. It wasn't often he had been toyed around with and with such success by anybody, he was quite taken by it

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh stood his ground quite well, hardly flinching when he was knocked into. "See? That's a perfect example of the danger that lurks the streets. Personally, I wouldn't have killed those guards. The human seemed alright... Ah, but on with the tour. I'm afraid I'm going to be quite useless in combat now without my sword..." You could tell by his voice that he was trying to remain calm, but his face completely gave him away; he was still absolutely livid. "No matter... I promised to take you on a tour of the city, and that I shall do." He picked up his shield and dagger off the ground, firmly fixing the shield to his arm. "Well, we'll carry on, then. I just can't figure out how I'll be able to afford another sword of that standard..." Sighing at his loss, he continued down the now empty street, keeping alert of his surroundings. "Just a little bit further and it's Order territory." he said. "They've got a small amount of land, but it's well positioned, as they control a lot of the main marketplace, and it's close to the palace, or Royal territory. Just in case you didn't know, we're in Justice territory right now. We should have no problem passing into their chunk of the city, just make sure you don't threaten anybody. You can be surrounded in a second..."

Vlaardi listened intently to what Archaic had to say. Once he had finished, Vlaardi leant over to table, and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, hey now..." Vlaardi felt a slight pang of guilt. He'd urged Archaic on to talk about his father... and look what had happened. "Let me tell you now, by no means do I think us humans should be dominant over furres, in any way. It's sick that people think that way. As for Order... I have not met a single person in Order who was any less than scum. I seriously cannot believe that anyone would want Arkhe back in power; he's a monster. I'm pretty sure that Order have the least amount of people, too..." There was a lot more Vlaardi would liked to have told Archaic, but now wasn't the time, for one...

[Goblin Cat 😸]

She laughed, then crossed her arms pocketing the coin. "I can't enjoy a night on the city?" She approached him, pulling out his money and handing it to him. "Who's blood were you sporting when you came into the inn? I could smell it all over you."

[Somebody]

He took his coin and pocketed it, ever causious to her actions. "The blood belonged to a fox, a speaker against the lord my employers wish to see in power. They wished him silenced." he smiled while explaining, he quite enjoyed his own handywork. He pulled the insignia off his cloak. "I owe no loyalty to any other then that serves my survival, lest they make a very lucrative offer. The night has gotten out of hand" he paused thinking back on the wolven escort he had put down in the inn. It was something he didn't want to have to do, the business of murder did not require the loss of innocents. "We all have to survive, and I personally do not care if you look down upon me for my line of work"

[Arke]

Archaic shrugs, looking back at the table. "It's not your fault..." My dad, the war hero. A bitter thought, as usual. Gods, how long had it been since he had thought of his father? Not long enough. "Really, it is... relieving... to get that out..." A breif pause, the sounds of the bar seeming distant to the coyote. "You have to be the first Human I've met that I have actually liked..." He manages to bring his eyes up again, wiping the tears from his muzzle and taking another, more reasonable sip of his drink.

Shadow had hoped for something like this to happen, knowing Archaic to be wary of humans to this day, though mostly with the adults. Of course his problems had worsened slightly since he had first set out from the inn. "Order has a foothold here?" He was trying to keep Fyroh away from the subject of his sword, which had been an admittedly impressive blade. "I thought this was a Justice area. I expected a Freedom hideout or two, but Order? Gods, those humans and their pets..." The feline turns to Fyroh. "Please, don't tell Archaic."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Vlaardi smiled. In a way, it was nice to hear that. It was nice that he was liked by someone who'd never liked a human before... for Vlaardi knew it wasn't uncommon for furres to hate humans. "Thanks." he said, taking a sip of his drink too. "I don't know how it is, but I can imagine it must be hard... I guess us humans are just obsessed with power and making it to the top. I'm sorry for how my race acts." He didn't really know how to respond. He didn't get into situations like this every day... and Fyroh hardly talked about things like that.

"Yeah, you're right there, bud." Fyroh replied. "This is a Justice area we're in right now, but Order is..." As they crossed into a backalley, Fyroh said, "Just starting now. And don't worry, I won't tell yer little buddy... but why? Something with him and Order that gets him riled up or something?" he asked curiously. As well as talking to Shadow, he was also keeping an eye on the surroundings. By no means did he want to be jumped again, by either Order members or guards... "It's only a small chunk they've got, like I said, but they don't need much more. They control the marketplace, and they're nearest the palace, meaning if any groups were to jump an attack on the palace, they'd have to get through Order as well, that is, if they were going through the city, which probably wouldn't be the best tactic in the first place."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor's eyes seemed to lighten with excitement as she leaned in.. "Unlike you I do it for fun." She tied her coin bag to her belt. It was bulging with coins, and seemed to be heavy by the look. "I usually get a good sum from killing a guard or two. And it's really only so I can afford what I need. Other than that, it's good to get people in this town riled up. The peace is uneasy around here.. And no person or furre for that matter is beyond indulging in madness." She smiled toothily and grabbed her scythe. "Just look at what I got you to do for a few coins."

[Somebody]

The Raptor looked at her emotionless, not really buying into anything. "My need for money may of had a hand in it, but that is not all. If coin were the only thing I were after I couldve just killed everybody I came in contact with tonight." He gave her another look. She had apparently made some money killing some guards, it was respectable work. But like him she delighted in the kill, a very raptorlike quality. "Killing less is more. If you kill a lot of people sure you get panic, but its only overwhelming fright. You can do a lot more damage by killing off one by one and as the fear grips everybody around as you slowly drive the point of death home, its much more satisfying." he frowned at the thought, at the particular time he hadn't really killed for pleasure nor was he always in that mood.

he wasn't sure if she had any intent beyond luring him here, perhaps she would try to kill him, perhaps there was still more to her game. All he knew is if she tried anything he'd tear it out of her hide

[Arke]

Archaic sighs, placing a paw on the humans hand. "You don't need to apologize. I know not all humans are like them, and I've met a few that weren't. You're just the first one I've genuinely liked." He takes another sip of his drink, sighing. "And don't beat yourself up because of what someone else did. We've got enough to worry about without worrying about what we can't change." He smiles, a genuine smile, as he realizes he had just quoted Shadow. That was exactly what he had said the night he had run away, the night his father had become the first non-human bodyguard to Arkhe.

Shadow at the moment was feeling a bit less philosophical. Being vigilant with one eye was difficult enough, though he did have the advantage of night sight. "Yes, part of my reason with leaving him behind. He has some..." The felines pauses for a brief moment as a slight breeze ruffles a wind chime. "Well, as you may have guessed, I am not the boys father. His real father is one of those rare lunatics fighting willingly for Order. He even made it to the rank of field commander, the only non-human to ever do that I believe. I heard he was in the area, commanding a legion of rebels. When I could not find an Order sect in the area, I simply dismissed the claims. But now... this changes things."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

"Well, you see, this coin bag that I have, is not from one night. It accumulates over time." She walked around him, eyeing him, ready for anything he might try. She could tell he was weary of her movements by the tenseness of his appearance. "I kill at most three a night. I was planning on taking out the group or part of the group I was with, until those damn guards came along." She felt like a reaper by the way she walked with her scythe. And really, it wasn't far from the truth. She could indeed reap a soul, but it took a lot from her and it often wasn't a stable power she had.. "This city is in a state of decay no matter what those three groups decide to do, and it seems that no one is aware of it. Are you?"

[Somebody]

He watched her closely and unsheathed his dagger, he spun it around in his fingers till it rested downward ready to parry whatever attacks she might throw at him. "Of course I know the city is in a state of decay, I'm a mercenary, a assassin. I thrive on the fall and decay of society. I make quite a killing in times like this to whoever is smart enough to pay for my services." he paused, he really didnt need to answer her but he seemed compelled to. "Its a shame you didn't kill your companions, or are you saving that oversized blade for me?" he asked, not really believing she had ill intent. Instead he felt she might have other plans, possibly lucrative plans.

He walked a bit away from her, decievingly letting down his guard though keeping perfect track of her position through scent. "Tell me dragon, you looking to start a revolution or merely to kill. Society may be crumbling, of that I have no doubt. But I also have no doubt that thats not what you really care about. Perhaps something else?" he turned his head, looking back at her with his sharp eyes. He allowed his eyes to wander, tracing her figure. In truth she had him enthralled in mystery, what was her purpose he could not tell, but he wanted to find out

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor tapped her fingers on her scythe thoughtfully. "I'm not sure what I have in store for you.." she said tilting her head to the side. "But I am not interested in a revolution. A revolution is only temporary; it quickly decays and makes way for corruption and bribery throughout the government.. So long as every being in this city is squabbling over race, we will get nowhere." She smiled, leaning on her blade. "As long as ONE leader rules the land, we will get nowhere. And as long as we all scrape for money out of greed, we will get nowhere. I am not merely suggesting a revolution. I am suggesting a complete change in government altogether even if I must try and do it myself."

[Somebody]

He pondered her words, scratching his claws along his dewflap. "A change in government, would be a great undertaking. To make it succeed you'd need to eliminate the doubt between humans and furs." with that he smiled. "In that regard I can be useful, eliminating the undesireable element is often what I do" He shifted and walked back torwards her and looked her dead in the eyes, towering nearly a foot over her. "I'd like to eventually have a good place to settle down, even a assassin has to retire sometime. I'd like to create such a place to live out my days. But if I were to assist you in this, you better not screw me over."

He stepped back and sheathed his dagger, feeling confident murder was not her cause at least not for him. It was very dark in the alleyway, enhancing the shadowy mood between the two and whatever shifty deal might of been going on. She seemed reserved to him, almost wanting to ask him something but not quite sure she wanted to at the same time. Still her ideas of changing things suited the raptor just fine. Nothing would ever change even if one of the three factions where to rise to power. Remnants of the other two would always cause strife. There needed to be a entirely new government in place.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Vlaardi looked to the ceiling, taking another drink. "And you know what?" he replied. "You're absolutely right. Thanks." Vlaardi thought over what Archaic had just said. It was a good quote, Vlaardi thought. Maybe I'll use it in future. "You know, I can't help but worry a little what Fyroh's doing. I mean, usually he's fine, and I bet he is, but..." He sighed, looking to the door. "Sometimes I worry about him... just like I worry about my father... or... my other friend... cut a long story short, he was knocked off the edge of some flying contraption, but despite the fall, somehow he survived, something saved him, he wasn't too clear on it. He didn't tell me all the details, it was some telepathic message. Fyroh says I was dreamin' it, but nah, it was for real." he said, thinking about his friend. "It was a real message. Daydreams don't just do that, send voices through your head clear as day. He's alright, but I may never see him again." Vlaardi didn't look too upset, despite this. "He's alive and kicking, I know that, and that's alright." Most people had gone to their rooms in the inn. Only a few people having quiet discussions, and a few rowdies at the bar remained.

Fyroh gave Shadow a weird look. "Fighting willingly? For Order?! What a crazy fool!" he whispered, so no Order scouts could hear him. "But I wouldn't be surprised. If he IS in the area, then there's little we can do. We cannot break the truce, though it's already been broken thousands of times. If there was no truce, this city would be reduced to rubble within a day, and ALL of the lords killed, probably even that Freedom guy." he sighed. "Speaking of the lords, I think Justice are the only group which doesn't have direct contact with theirs... I mean, the Freedom bunch have that fox dude with them all the time, I think, and I'm willing to bet that Arkhe makes plans with Order. Poor old Iope probably hasn't grasped the concept of the fighting yet." he said, smirking a little. "Nah, I kid, I kid..."