Cyrille
(#27402360)
Level 1 Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.91 m
Wingspan
3.58 m
Weight
572.91 kg
Genetics
Black
Falcon
Falcon
White
Toxin
Toxin
Slate
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Cyrille Tailor Ex-Assassin »━━━━━━━━━« Methodical • Skilled • Clever code by saturne #101073 |
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"Thank you, sir"
“Please stand still, sir.”‹━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━« Taking the measurement tape that was slung across his neck, the tailor quickly set out to work, every sleeve and every hem studied with painstaking care. He scribbled the numbers in a small, worn down notebook he kept as his side, the rhythmic ticking of a clock the only sound to fill the narrow workshop. “Uhm…”, Darjeeling uttered, uncomfortable with the silence but not wanting to disturb the Skydancer’s work, “Thank you so much for doing this for me, Cyrille. This robe has had more than its fair share of use. Especially with all the magic that goes on around here.” “It’s my pleasure, sir”, the tailor said, moving to the Tundra’s other side, “You are, after all, letting me stay here with your clan. It is the least I can do.” “Well, it is very much appreciated!”, Darjeeling chimed, cracking a smile, “And I’m so very glad you’re staying with us. You know, with all of Agrippa’s experimenting, our clothes are always in dire need of assistance!” He stole a glance at Cyrille, who had gathered up his measure tape and was heading towards his work table, near the back of the shop. “Why did you decide to stay with us, really?” he asked, “We’re a pretty simple clan, just a big, found family and the occasional traveler.” Cyrille returned the glance, a small smile appearing on his face. “I guess I just needed a change of pace, sir.” --- “The assignment is clear. Infiltrate the clan. Eliminate the target. It should be an easy task for you.” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” “Good. Now, go.” - Bull. As if it could have been that easy. Cyrille Leblanc leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and nearly collapsing on the ground. The wounds on his wings were serious, but he’d at least managed to stop most of the bleeding. He cursed under his breath, tossing his weapons near his feet. It had been a trap. Those dragons were more than prepared to take anyone out, even a professional assassin like him. But that’s not what his boss had said. No, he didn’t mention any of that, he just sent him off to his death. And where was he now? Far away, for sure, running away like the coward he is. Cyrille gathered his equipment and stared at the dark. He was going to find him, and he was going to make him pay. --- “Wow!” Darjeeling exclaimed, looking at himself in the mirror and turning around to see all of the details of his new robe, “Cyrille, this is wonderful! It looks even better than the old one, and it fits like a glove! You truly are a skilled professional, my dear, your work is simply to die for!” Cyrille gave him a small smile. “Thank you, sir. I’ve been told that.” |
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