towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Lucien, Vicente
Setting: Floor 2 to start, ending up in the infirmary. Friday Night
Format: Prose/action?
Summary: A nightly raid on the infirmary
Warnings: Two assassin/murderers, talk about death and destruction is inevitable.

The time was right. Lucien crept out of bed and donned his dark gear, feeling whole once again as his shrouded armor settled into place against his body. The sword came next, belted in its sheath around his waist. There was relief in his expression. It had been too long,

Whispering the words, he cast his chameleon spell, shrouding himself even further in the shadows, and softly snuck out of the room. It was one floor up to meet Vicente, and Lucien wasn't going to risk running into a monster before then. Some of these beasts were to be feared even by the most cold blooded of assassins.

There- the staircase. It was better to hurry now, he could feel the magicka slowly fade from his form.

The halls of Floor 2 were vaguely unfamiliar to him; he didn't spend a lot of time here save to find out who resided in what room, but that rarely took any time, merely a glance or two and then back home again. It was here he was to meet his brother, the only one of the Family left to him.

It was ironic then, that his last surviving family was one whom he had ordered a death sentence, but Lucien was rather fond of irony.

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Vicente waited until it was nice and dark before he got out of bed and made his way to where Lucien was to meet him.

The tower seemed different at night, almost... forboding. Which said something, since Vicente was a creature of the night to be feared. He was the sort of thing people warned about when going into old ruins or caves.

Using his Hunter's Sight to look out for creatures, Vicente spotted his brother and made his way towards him. "Brother. Shall we make our way to that hospital?"