Unexpected Wars

[leviathan]

Lev tossed him the painted wolf mask smiling. "I figured they could come in handy. I didn't know if you wanted one so i just went ahead and made one. I hope the animal suits you I didn't have much to work with seeing as we hardly know each other."

Rev started feeling a tiny pull in his gut. That was his longing for alcohol. It had been a day or two since his last drink. He reached through the remnants of their supplies and found he had three bottles left. He would have to make them last so he grabbed one and decided he would drink only a fourth of it that day.

[aridic]

Kashara sighed as he saw Rev pulling the bottle of alcohol out, pity for a man so reliant on such a thing honestly did need help. But he quickly cleared his mind of that, and rubbed the mask, it was almost as if destiny wished to tie the knot on his plan, and assure its success. For plan A was to come into the picture of the hidden assassin world, and to do that they were gonna form a group and take on new identities for the time being. " Perfect, now tell me the name of the animals on your mask's."

[leviathan]

Lev smiled and slipped his out from his belt hook, brandishing it. "I crafted mine in the image of a golden eagle. Now if you could only see what I am planning for the actually outfit to look like. No assassin that is going to have to be feared by others can walk around in armor."

Rev just picked his up from his lap as he took a small sip of his drink and turned it to face Kashara. "Lev depicted mine as a white fox, and i believe i know where he is going with the clothing to match our masks, though i will keep my silence since it is his idea."

[aridic]

Kashara twirled it around in his hands, and then looked at them, and smiled, this was almost too perfect, it was as if everything was gonna go great, but they had yet to realize, to obtain their goal, they are going to need patience, much patience indeed. " We are gonna need a tailor, or is that another profession of your all's too?"

[leviathan]

"We aren't tailors but we are pretty good a sewing and stuff. See our family specializes as traveling artists, but Rev and I broke away and moved here. So when children are young in our family they get taught all kinds of skills needed for survival. Learning to sew your own clothes and stuff is one of those skills. We also get taught various forms of art, and when we get older we get to pick what we want our profession to be. It always has to be art related according to family custom, and it has to get profit. Our family is a hard family but it gets the bills paid so i can't complain." He and Rev still followed all the family rules even though they didn't live with them anymore. So that meant they could explore areas of art and work for fun, but they also had to take on jobs and make a profit.

Lev started leading the way to their house. He started musing over what he had chosen as a profession when he was younger. He wanted to be a sketch artist as a kid and so that was what his parents concentrated on teaching him. It paid off he was really talented with sketches, though he usually just sketched for personal gain now. Once and a while when he found a tough sketching challenge up for grabs he would take it and get paid for it, but he still preferred saving his sketches for himself.

Rev was reflecting back as well as they entered the house. Unlike his brother he hadn't chosen sketching, but painting. Though ever since the death of his fiancee he had dropped his paintings and just switched to his other skills. He still painted occasionally, but he only had one subject each time and his room was full of her paintings. His room remained locked and barred at all times as well, seeing as he deemed each and every picture as a piece of treasure deserving to be protected. The only other person besides himself allowed in the room was Lev.

Lev locked and bolted the door behind them and ran up to the third floor into what looked like the worlds untidiest studio. It was filled with supplies of all kinds, and had several closets containing materials for sculptures. That was where they would find the clothes for their mission. The clothes were mostly ready just needed some adjustments, since their original purpose had not been anything like this. Lev and Rev had been hired to design and create a couple of costumes for a theater. This had happened when Lev had been branching out and took a job as a costume designer's assistant to learn a few pointers of the craft to see if it would make for a good permanent job. It wasn't the job for Lev, which he had figured out almost immediately. Still when the theater in question closed the day of the delivery, they got to keep the costumes. Which meant they had sat in the studio closet for years. Lev grabbed them and carried them downstairs.

The original job had charged Lev to put together a set of twenty animal costumes for a play. Fortunately enough for Kashara now that set had included costumes to match their masks. The wolf costume would cover the whole body and had a hood that would cover the back of his head where the mask was lacking. The costume could be clipped around the chest, legs and arms. For the arms and legs it even had the paws still attached but only as a glove leaving free mobility for the hands and feet. The wolf's fur had been jet black and still was except for the backs of the gloves which had been painted with splashes of red to look like blood. The white fox's suit was almost exactly the same as the wolf, just it was more suited for a look of a thief, while the wolf was made for a warrior actor. Now the golden eagle was trickier. It was just a tawny thief's outfit but it had a cloak made entirely of feathers along with a pullover shirt and pants covered in feathers. Once a person put on the entire ensemble he would be covered from neck to toe in feathers with a cloak that wrapped around the person flapping as he moved. Now the cloak was made out of normal fabric but covered skillfully in feathers. It didn't have a hood like the other two costumes.

Lev smiled as he sat them down on the table. "I believe these will suit the job perfectly, though i can't take credit for them. Even though i worked on them it was mostly the costume designer that made them look so cool. If you think we should Kashara we can insert some armor into the costumes and still make them look the same."

[aridic]

Kashara studied his outfit, as he slowly began to remove his duster. The twins may not have realized it at this time, but by doing so he was showing a growing comfort level, because his duster was his security coat. He tossed it to the floor gently, and began to fit the cape around his neck, the fur was soft, apparently it had been tended to very well. He saw the boots and almost smiled, the outfit was obviously well worked, but instead his expression remained unchanged. He slid his other boots off, and fitted the new pair, they were a bit large, but comfortable all the same. And finally he tried on the gloves, and could not believe how much they belonged on his hands. Finally he put his mask on to complete the costume. " These will do, now to work out the rest of the details, such as a name for ourselves

[leviathan]

Lev and Rev outfitted themselves as well. Rev slid his mask to the center of the table and sat down. Lev was still pulling on some of his costume. It was rather harder than he had expected. With all of the extras holding the feathers it took a few more minutes than Rev's changing. Once he finished though he reached over to the nearby fridge and pulled out two waters and three bagged sandwiches. They always kept sandwiches ready just in case they didn't want to cook and these were still fresh. He tossed Kashara a sandwich and a water giving Rev the second sandwich. Lev sat himself down carefully avoiding sitting on his flowing cloak. "Hm well the name will have to be something bloodthirsty and vicious or just something that will incite terror into the hearts of our enemies. How about Feral Tres Tria Trucido, it means something along the lines of three killing cruelly." Rev took another sip of his alcohol and nodded his approval unwrapping his sandwich in the same instance.

[aridic]

Kashara was clawing at the table unconsciously as they fitted their clothing, but when Lev began to talk he awoke from his daze and stared at him awkwardly, he began to rub his hands together and smiled at the name, " It shall do, now we must begin our work, but that shall wait till tomorrow."

[leviathan]

Rev looked at him quizzically. "What shall we do for tonight? Rest?" Lev was suddenly overcome by inspiration and he whipped out his sketch pad and began rapidly sending his pencil over it. He was just going for a rough sketch for the moment to be able to show them his idea. It would take a couple of minutes to finish, seeing as even his rough sketches contained surprising amounts of detail. He finished and ripped the page from his sketchpad slamming it down on the table. "Every group needs a calling card." The picture was of a wolf, a fox, and an eagle ripping a man apart. The animals were done in great detail, but the gore of the dieing man along with his immediate surrondings was very thorough for a rough sketch. Lev had wanted to capture their mission and draw the eyes of their enemies to their destiny.

[aridic]

Kashara laughed, " Not every group Lev. We are assassins, we are suppose to find work until it finds us." He pulled his blade out and laid it upon the table. " This is the calling card of an assassin, their weapon. "