The Proper Role-Play

The man shows me into his tent, and sits me down at a table.
"I trust no one knows... What you are?"
I shake my head, my eyes focused on the ground.
"Good, good. So, you come to me because you have found what we are looking for?"
I shake my head this time, and close my eyes slightly.
I receive a blow on the side of my face.
"Then why do you risk your cover, and mine, by coming here?!" The man's face was twisted with fury.
I look up, my eyes dark, "I think one of the others has it."
The man calms down slightly.
"Hrmf. Take this with you, just in case." The man brought out a small, beautifully carved dagger. The blade was painted a dark shade of blue, so that it did not reflect light. "Just in case one of your 'companions' gets too close to finding what we are looking for. Now, get out of my sight."
 
I see what looks like a massive blood spill, going towards the cemetery. I continue running and come to the end of the blood spill.
The grave had the mark of assassins on it. I run toward Tess's house.
 
Marcus's body stirs again "not gonna let stupid werewolves kill me!" . It is still for a moment but starts spacing out and eventually is still but lies pointing to the message on the wall.
 
I start to dress back into me black hooded jacket and black skinny jeans. "That felt good!" looks in dismay at a small blood dot on my Assassin jacket sleeve and I grab it, taking it to the sink and run some hot water to soak the stain out.
 
I run into the kitchen and find Tess with a black cloak with blood stains on it.
I rip the cloak away from her hand and look at it closer.
"You killed the man! Why?"
 
"I haven't done anything!" I yell at him and storms to my room and starts to close the chest of weapons and extra suits. "I can't believe you'd frame me for this!" I continue hoping to keep you distracted while I try closing the heavy top to the Foot Locker
 
I run into the room and barrel into you, knocking you to the ground and off of the chest. "And how do you explain this?" I say while looking through the chest.
 
I pick up a knife that's still covered in blood, the light from the setting sun glinting off of it. "Used this to kill your last prey, aye?"
 
I snarl "I've already cleaned my weapons!" I grab the blade out of your hand "This is a prize blade!" I grin as I hold The blade, my mind filling with the past as my eyes shadow in memory
 
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