Imouto kidnapped! big sister now rampaging! [Evelyn]

[Fiona]

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my eyes can see the death of everything even if that thing is god When I get my hands on the vulgar trash that took Grainne I will make them wish they were never born. To say that they will die in regret, despair, and agony will be an understatement. Maybe I'll subject them to the same torture I did to those traitors when I became head. Just recently, Fiona's younger sister, Graine O'Kearney, had been abducted. A ransom note was left, telling Fiona to come to the Black District alone, without any of her servants or family members backing her up. However, as far as Fiona was concerned, they made a horrible, horrible, mistake picking her to bring them the money; they should have asked for a servant to bring them the money. By asking for Fiona, they are asking for a demon to hunt them down, and considering what happened to the traitors who poisoned Fiona's mother, everyone in the O'Kearney family would agree with that statement. "Hehhehhehhehhehhehhehheh," with a twisted smile on her face, Fiona quietly laughed like a sociopath as she walked down the Black District, thinking of all the pain and torture the people who kidnapped her beloved little sister will be subjected to. Taking care to keep her identity as a member of the Blue District a secret, Fiona covered herself with a large black cloak. Unfortunately, an eerily cloaked figure walking in the slums while laughing like a sociopath makes people question your sanity. "Mommy, why is that person laughing?" A young boy asked as he pointed at Fiona, turning his mother's attention onto Fiona. "Shhh, don't look," the mother responded, pulling her son away from Fiona. Taking out the ransom note, Fiona read it to herself again: 'Hey Blue District Trash! If you want this brat back, have the family head come to the Black District alone. Make sure you bring plenty of gold. We aren't sure what we'll do to this brat if our desires aren't met!' Fiona kept the news of the ransom secret from as much of the O'Kearney family as she could. The last thing she wanted was a Blue District raid on the Black District. While she could easily save Grainne by bringing in the entire family, even those normally opposed Fiona would opt to save Grainne; after all, she has the O'Kearney blood in her veins. If there was anyone they would want to have as family head, it would be Grainne. However, the damage and chaos would be astronomical, let alone the damage to the already strained relationships between the Blue District and the Black District. Fiona, for one, pitied the Black District and considered herself lucky; if Fiona's mother didn't decide to adopt her, Fiona would likely be living in the Black District today, if not dead. Crumbling the note in her hand, Fiona spotted a man who looks like the gossiping type. Graine's abductors weren't very specific about where they wanted to meet Fiona, so Fiona is going to have to do a little "interrogation." "Could I trouble you for some directions," Fiona asked the man. From her rather polite dialect, the man could easily tell that Fiora wasn't from the Black District and was likely from Blue District. Holding some grudges against the Blue District, the man simply told Fiora to, "Piss off." That he, "Don't have no time for your bullshit." And to, "Beat it before I decided to get violent." Snapping her fingers to summon a large Iron Golem that barely fitted in the narrow corridors of the Black District, Fiora responded, "It looks like I wasn't clear enough. May I trouble you for some directions?" The man stared at the golem and Fiona with fear in his eyes; he made the mistake of taking Fiona as some pampered Blue District citizen and had not noticed the bloodlust that surrounded her. As he tried to flee, a leather whip wrapped around his neck. He tried to scream but the whip was wrapped around his throat, making it difficult to even breathe. "Ara? If you are going to run, I may have to break your legs. You don't want that do you?" As Fiona had the golem pull on the whip, bringing the man onto the ground before Fiona's feet. The man tried to beg for mercy, but all he could do was gag. "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear you. I want to know where I am supposed to go for this." Holding the ransom leather to the man's face, Fiona had a twisted smile, filled with bloodlust and anger. This is why the other members of House O'Kearney call Fiona a demon. WORDS. 769 NOTES. Let's keep Fiona's last name a secret for now. TAGS. Evelyn

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[Evelyn]

With her hood down and cloak pushed behind her back, the Assassin trotted comfortably through the streets of her home district. There was little to fear in her home, she was strong enough to hold her own ground against a petty thief. She knew almost everyone in the District, and like everyone else, she went on her way without chatting much. No one had time to sit around and just talk, they all had something to do in order to make ends meet, life was difficult and most people had realized there was no point in complaining. Or at least, Evelyn was raised that way.

Turning into one of the Black Districts many small alleys, she began her journey home, having purchased some metals for her next craft and traded a few of her newly crafted items for gold, the girl headed home with a little more money than before. Her stomach grumbled softly, complaining about a lack of food as the Assassin sighed softly. She had forgotten to eat the night before and had not bothered with food when she woke up. The girl had a habit for forgetting to eat, as she was always caught up in her work. Her stomach was almost like a forgotten pet, one that she would forget about until it growled pitifully, reminding its owner to feed it. Reluctantly, the girl turned around and mumbled to herself, questioning why they had to eat. If they didn’t the girl could have saved so much more gold.

She turned onto another street, one that was rarely used and was quite narrow for a normal street. Normally, the path would be quiet with one or two people passing by, but as Evelyn approached the corner, she hear the sound of voices, one that was not from the Black District, one that was regal and polite, but commanded obedience. Instinctively, the girl flipped her hood up and allowed her cloak to fall around her body, concealing her identity. A tremor flowed through the Assassin, but she kept walking. When she turned the corner, Evelyn saw a local sprawled on the ground with a black cloaked stranger’s whip looped around his neck. However, that site was not too surprising for the local. What was strange was the large Golem that almost appeared like a random rock boulder in the middle of the path, blocking it completely. The stranger could not be identified, so the Assassin quickly tapped the air that the stranger appeared in and her stats popped into Evelyn’s vision. Fiona, most likely female. Level 15 Summoner, that was suspected from the golem. And the Assassin didn’t bother to read anymore. Her fellow citizen was dying and she was not going to stand around and do nothing when she didn’t know if he had done something wrong.

“Excuse me, Miss. Is there anything I can help you with?” The Assassin called out, her voice soft and polite to the stranger. Evelyn was always polite to the people around her, no matter if they were from the Black District or the Blue District, she was always polite. Taking a few steps forward but keeping her distance, the girl noticed that the Summoner had held out a piece of paper toward the man. She stopped a few feet from the cloaked stranger and allowed her hood to slip back a little to reveal her face, but concealed the rest of her head, including her easily identifiable long blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail at the top over her head. Evelyn kept a small smile on her face, but worry was apparent as her forehead creased as her light hazel eyes darting back and forth between the Summoner and the man on the ground. Under her black cloak, the girl’s hand reached for the handle of her dagger, resting there and ready to pull out as soon as the Summoner made a move to attack.


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(OOC: Yeah, I decided intervention was required and something Evelyn would do. I hope this is okay.)

[Fiona]

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my eyes can see the death of everything even if that thing is god "Ara?" Loosening her grip on the poor man who was scared half way to death, Fiona turned her attention to the young woman who politely asked if she could help Fiona with something. "Now this miss knows how to act in society. Why can't you be like her?" The poor man took this as his cue and chance to run away, running as fast as he could—away from Fiona—screaming. Fiona's golem prepared to pursue but its master stopped it. "No no, no need to waste time and energy chasing after a worthless dead end. We would likely not get any info from him. Besides, it would be rude to ignore our polite little guest here." Responding to its master, the golem immediately became docile. However, it remained alert and wary, especially of the young woman who had just recently appeared. If she tried anything strange, it would not hesitate to immediately bash and cave in her skull. "You see, my little sister was recently kidnapped. I was told to bring the ransom money to the Black District, however they didn't exactly say where in the Black District. They didn't even specify how much gold they wanted." Handing the cloaked woman the ransom note, Fiona continued speaking, "Of course, I don't have any intention of handing them gold. I am absolutely going to murder them. They will die cursing their cowardly ways, cursing their stupidity, and most of all cursing that they kidnapped MY little sister. Huehuehuehuehue…" Fiona's voice deepened, her anger apparent. Her eyes were empty as she quietly laughed like a sociopath. "How dare they kidnap Grainne. To say that they will die in agony and regret will be an understatement. I will won't break their minds, I'll make sure there is nothing left of it. They will die as empty, soulless, husks." Fiona's bloodlust was apparent. Enough that even her own golem took a step back out of fear. "Huehuehuehue…" "Mommy mommy, it's that strange woman again!" The boy that pointed at Fiona earlier said, turning his mother's attention to Fiona. "Shhhh, don't look," the mother said to her son, pulling him away from Fiona again. "Ah, how rude of me!" Realizing that she had begun rambling off, Fiona's voice immediately brightened up. "I'm sorry, I have a difficult time controlling myself when I am," before deepening again, "absolutely livid." Then brightened up again, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Fiona. I am a citizen of the Blue District. For my family's safety I would like to keep my surname a secret for now; I hope you understand. Let's just say, some members of the branch families are not exactly what you call honest citizens. Honestly, a lot of them are complete scumbags. I rather now be having anyone people trying to get at them through me, not that they would care. On the contrary, they would want me out of the picture to begin with." Ending her familial rant with a heavy sigh, Fiona realized she had rambled again. "Ah I apologize; I rambled again. May I ask for your name miss?" WORDS. 519 NOTES. Fiona is a bit crazy. TAGS. Evelyn

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[Evelyn]

Finally noticing Evelyn’s small presences from the Assassin asking her question, the Summoner looked over at Evie before turning back to the man before her. Cruelly, she mocked the man, praising Evelyn’s manners, but the Assassin was not impressed. Inwardly, the girl’s face pulled into a frown as she coughed out a dark chuckle, but she didn’t let it out and continued to wear a calm smile on her face. Releasing the man, the local ran, screaming in fright as it left the alleyway. The Summoner’s servant took a step after the man, but it stopped by a pretty statement from its master. The stranger’s words were cruel and haughty. Just like any of those people from the rich Districts. Evelyn noted to herself.

Promptly, the girl began to explain her situation. Her younger sister was kidnapped and she was instructed to bring money to the Black District. However, the Summoner was given very vague instructions with no statement of where to meet or how much to bring. They were intending to take you too. The local thought to herself, but remained silent as she continued to listen carefully. The girl approached Evelyn and held out a note for her to read. Nodding, the Assassin plucked the paper carefully out of the other girl’s hands and read over it carefully. The kidnapper had called the girl trash, which, to any normal Black District citizen, was a normal event, but for… a member of the Blue District. It was an utter disgrace and incredibly rude. It wasn’t a very horrible way to ridicule someone, but apparently, it worked on the Summoner. Well at least I know she is from the Blue District now… Evelyn thought to herself, her mind flash the images of the people who had come after her mother, killing her for something she didn’t do. Angel was one of the many innocent victims of the rich members of the upper districts. Letting out a short breath, the girl continued reading the short note.

[If you want this brat back, have the family head come to the Black District alone…] With wide eyes, Evelyn’s light hazel eyes quickly flitted upwards to Fiona before latching back onto the page, re-reading the first sentence. Family head… family head. This young girl better not be the family head. They were definitely trying to trap the head of the family. Hopefully, Fiona is just a reckless and protective older sister. The Assassin thought to herself, her forehead creased as she read on. All that was left was a brief statement about bringing gold and a weak threat to the young girl. Heck, the kidnappers were probably not even planning to kill the young girl. All they want was money and now they had an angry sister coming.

Haughtily, the girl continued talking. The Summoner had no intention of paying the ransom, but instead, she was going for murder. Glancing up at the Blue District girl, who was laughed darkly, Evelyn’s face blanked, her smile disappeared and her eyes were not glowing with life, but staring blankly at Fiona, watching her silently. The Summoner began to rant about the kidnappers, cursing them for taking her sister away. Grainne… Grainne… The Assassin repeated in her head, memorizing it for the future and running it through her old memories of the past few days, but she hadn’t heard anything about a Grainne. In fact, that very moment was the first time she had heard the name.

Bloodlust and anger radiated from the Summoner, it was so strong that her servant had taken a single step away from its master, but Evelyn remained steady and still like a statue. She had no fear of the Blue District girl and it was not the first time she had encountered such bloodlust. The first time she had felt such a strong sense of bloodlust was from within herself, seeing her mother die. However, the small Assassin had learned to control such emotions, an Assassin must not have a strong presence. Emotions, such as anger, rarely sparked within the young woman and she rarely lashes out at others.

A young boy and his mother passed by. The boy noticed the Summoner’s dark laughter and spoke up to his mother, calling Fiona a strange woman. Evelyn almost snickered, but held it back and stepped in front of the boy’s view, blocking out the Summoner. Quickly, the boy’s mother scolded him quietly and led him away.

When the mother and son disappear from the alleyway, Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but closed it quickly when the Summoner began to speak. Fiona scolded herself briefly and then brightened up, apologizing to Evelyn, blaming her previous actions on her anger. Quickly, the girl introduced herself as Fiona, a citizen of the Blue District. She refrained from saying her surname for safety reasons, going on to explain about her large family problems. It was easy to tell she was someone of a high status and a significate family. Evelyn could tell by her way with words and long explanations.

As she finished, the Summoner apologized once again for rambling and promptly asked for Evelyn’s name. Knowing that there was nothing to hide, the Assassin introduced herself. “My name is Evelyn. You may call me Evie if you’d like, or any nickname you prefer, Ms. Fiona.”

After a brief moment, the Assassin stepped closer to the Summoner to whisper into her ear. “It is not exactly safe to talk in the middle of the streets, miss. Would you like to come to my house to discuss the letter?” Evelyn said kindly in a soft voice. The Blue District girl would be tested for honesty and her way of making decisions before the Assassin begins to talk. Evelyn needed to know what kind of person she is going to be dealing with, because at the moment, she saw a naïve and innocent Blue district girl with a lot of power wandering around the Black District, but that could be a dangerous thing to both Fiona and Evelyn’s home.


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[Fiona]

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my eyes can see the death of everything even if that thing is god “My name is Evelyn. You may call me Evie if you’d like, or any nickname you prefer, Ms. Fiona.” "Very well then Evelyn, and please just call me Fiona. I am honestly tired of formalities; I get enough of it in my own home as it is. Those greedy bastards are nothing more than suck ups." Fiona replied, muttering the last sentence as she is reminded of the displeasures that come with dealing with her so-called "family." "Honestly, the servants are closer to being family than those sons of bitches. Actually when I think about it, they and Grainne really are my family. Too bad I can't replace the asshole suck ups; guess what they say really is true: you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family. Oh dear, I rambled again didn't I? My apologies, I just really don't like most of my family; they are a pain in the ass to deal with. Grainne is the only one I get along with." “It is not exactly safe to talk in the middle of the streets, miss. Would you like to come to my house to discuss the letter?” "Ara? Going a bit fast don’t you think? You normally take a girl on a date before taking her home," Fiona replied with a seductive snicker, teasing Evelyn a bit. "But yes, it would be safer; please lead the way." With a wave of her hand, Fiona de-summoned her Golem and, with another wave, summoned her carbuncle, affectionately named Casko. The small feline-like creature immediately rested upon Fiona’s head. WORDS. 262 NOTES. Fiona is a bit of a tease. TAGS. Evelyn

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[Evelyn]

After introducing herself, the Summoner asked Evelyn to call her Fiona instead, dropping to formalities. Nodding once, the Assassin acknowledged the request. Continuing, the girl talked about her family. It seemed like Fiona had come from a wealthy family, one with much power and a social ranking of its own within the family as she stated that she was closer with the servants than her family. It seemed that the pink haired girl cared deeply for her sister and was the only one from her family that she truly considered family. When she realized that she was ranting, the girl apologized once again, but Evelyn shook her head and leaned close to the other as she whispered to the Summoner regarding the letter.

As she backed up, the Summoner seemed to wear a strange smirk on her face as she snickered quietly before speaking. She jokingly questioned Evelyn’s intentions before agreeing follow the Assassin to her house and waved her hand, causing the giant golem to disappear and a fox/bunny creature to appear. The new follower climbed and sat up its master’s head. Smiling at the sight, Evelyn turned and waved for the other girl to follow as she left the alleyway and made a series of twist and turns, making sure anyone who was possible following them were confused.

Finally, the Assassin arrived at a worn down, short wooden door in the middle of a wall in a sort of well-known alley way, that is called Noire Alley by some people. However, to Evelyn, it is simply the alley on which her house is on. Looking both ways to make sure the alleyway was clear, and briefly glancing upwards to check if anyone is watching, the girl produce a small brass key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, the girl held it for her guest. “Sorry for the mess. I don’t usually have guests in my home.” The Assassin said softly as she shut the door once the girl was inside, locking it behind her. 

The girl’s house was worn down, with a single light in the center of the main room. There were two closed wooden doors branching from the main room and one metal door that would lead to her workshop, her forge. To the right was an open doorway which led to a rarely used kitchen. The entire living space was old and a little bit dusty, but the floors were clean and the plaster on the walls was a bit cracked. In the main living space, there was an empty medium sized round table with four chairs set up around it. Other than that, there was no other furniture, no other decorations. It was all she needed, so it was all she had.

Taking a step towards the kitchen, Evelyn motioned for Fiona to take a seat at the table. Setting the note on the table, the girl turned to ask a question. “Would you like some water?” Evelyn asked, her voice steadier as she felt safer in her home, though it was a bit strange to be talking as she was the only person who occupied the home.


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