Blood is the best Paint

Ingrid !, Wade called out to her as he zipped through the maze. His mental link with her had broken when he stepped out of her range. He didn’t mean to. He was too occupied to remember to remain in distance with her while fighting his opponents. Mud and dried blood covered his body as Wade continued through the maze, searching for his partner. He made another sharp turn before he froze at the sound of twigs breaking. Blue eyes shot towards the woman approaching him with a not so friendly look on her face. “Hi…” Wade greeted, his feet taking him a few steps back as he brought his staff in front of him.

Hello... [Responding with a soft smile, Cassandra stops walking, staying a fair amount of space away.] Sorry, if I scared you. [Though he was dirty and bloody, and had most likely been in a few fights already, It was best to lower his guard, by appearing weak and defenseless. The weaker and more pathetic she looked, the better were her chances at getting his blood on her hands and surprising him. She would rather not be attacked with that staff. Stalling was a helpful tactic, it would give her a better chance of analyzing the situation properly and figuring out his weak spots. A sad smile on her lips and a downcast look] I never wanted to be a part of project play. Just wanted to learn about my powers, didn't think it would lead to this.

(Faye was laying off the invisibility thing for now, while she was - or, at least, thought - she was safe to conserve energy. After her run in with Henry, she was definitely not at her best, and her wrist felt like it was badly sprained. She was in the process of convincing herself it wasn’t broken. Keeping her head down, she was setting off to find a place to rest for a while, until the walls decided to move again. But, when she hears subtle noises behind her, she realises she’s not going to get a break just yet. Faye glances over her shoulder, and upon seeing the woman behind her, she manages the best smile she can muster right now, saluting the woman with her good arm just as she turns invisible. Now, time to get the hell out of here.)

[She ponders letting her target go unharmed, but nothing could stop Cassandra now, the thrill of hunt was pumping through her veins. Her smirk only grows, as the injured girl salutes then disappears from view. How adorable.] Oh, a little invisible one. This should be fun. [Pausing, Cass focuses on the sounds of maze, trying to locate where the girl was hiding. Being invisible didn't always means silence, all she needed was a shuffle of footsteps, or perhaps a loud breathe to find the girl, after all she couldn't have gotten very far.]

[He chuckles at her reaction, shrugging  a bit.] If you’re going to do that, I’m going to throw you on the other side of the protective fence. And then charge people to watch. [He nods with a grin.] I know it’s boring. Could be worse, though. Could be night watch in December. When it’s snowing. You got a name, lighter girl?

{She grins back at him} That would be fun in a way, going over to the other side, think about all the zombie guts I could blow up and set on fire. It'll be like a massive bonfire. I would like to go out with a boom, y'know. {She groans at the mention of December.} Ugggh. Fucking December. Not looking forward to that at all. But, then again, this place could be gone by that time. {She gives him a nod and extends her hand for him to shake.} Yup. Cassandra. Most people call me Cass though. What about you, solider?

[Night patrols are Brian’s least favorites. Have been ever since he was a beat cop. Now, they were worse. Because it was harder to see the damn infected and they could work off of smell. Or…off of the lighter that was being held just down the way. Walking toward the course, he pulls out his light, clicking it on and raising an eyebrow.] Are you being a will-o-wisp for the infected? Trying to lure the bastards in? Because I have to tell you, not a good plan. 

{As a light flicks on, Cass immediately becomes aware of her surroundings and the man that has caught her with her fire. With a sheepish grin, she puts out the lighter and shoves it back into her pocket, before looking back up to the man. She was lucky, he was being nice about it, she knew she could get in mega load of trouble if infected were drawn in.} Possibly. {She deadpans, before shaking her head with a smile.} I kid, I kid, very bad plan, no drawing in zombies. But I can't help it, night watch gets so boring and cold. {She replies with a soft sigh.} At least those bastards would give us some entertainment. 

She spins around, hearing the voice but a smile lights up her face upon seeing Cassandra. “Where have you been staying for the past month? It’s freezing around here, I don’t think there’s a chance of it melting, even in the middle of summer.” Breaking off a bit of chocolate from the end that hadn’t been in her mouth she offers it to Cass. “Shhhh, don’t let it hear you say that, see, it’s crumbing before my terror now.” She says with a grin as she holds out the chocolate, waving it around as proof.

She gives Andy a small nod "Where have I been? Hiding under the mess of my bed, to get away from the cold" She replies, before moving over to Andy and takes the piece of chocolate with a smile. "Thanks. I love chocolate, it's fantastic." Breaking a small bit off, she pops it into her mouth, before beginning to silently search the cupboards for a good midnight snack. Turning back to face Andy, she lets out a small snort and rolls her eyes, as the other woman waves the chocolate around. "Totally, it's begging for you to put it out of it's misery. Give it some mercy and eat it already"

I could snap you with my bare hands.

[Cass had been exploring the halls of St Mary's, it was best to explore at night, yet she had a feeling that she wasn't meant to up this late. Dodging the few monitors still up and wondering about, she slowly makes her way over to the kitchens, pausing when she hears a familiar voice. Silently sneaking in, she bites her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at the figure in the hood struggling with the chocolate. Finally to make her presence known, she steps out from the shadows, with a slight giggle. Cass had a feeling the hooded figure was Andy, but just in case it wasn't, she keeps her hood up, so it covers her face.] I agree, however melted chocolate isn't always pleasant. [She smirks and air quotes] "Because it's too good for you" You couldn't snap that could you?

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"I suppose not. They probably have thousands like it." She mutters, pondering Cassandra’s words. "I imagine it’d be nice, maybe we should go kill a rich man and take all his stuff." She comments, laughing lightly  as she examined the objects in the room. "I wonder if they’ll get a break, it’d be nice to talk to them. Oh yes the food is lovely, if a little over the top." She gives a small huff in agreement. "Maybe we should do something then, like go explore the rest of this place or cause trouble with the guests or something." She brainstorms outloud, trying to think of other things they could do.

"We should do that. Steal all his cash, eat all of his fancy food, and take his expensive cars for a joyride." She grins and nods at Andy's words "You think they would, but then again, this is a formal event that 'needs' classical music constantly playing. Perhaps we should go see them and find out? We could also maybe find a bottle of wine on the way there." She suggests with a shrug, humming lightly as she admires a nearby painting, letting her fingers trail across the frame. She looks up to Andy with a smile, she needed to get rid of the growing boredom before she did something stupid. "That sounds great, shall we explore first? And then we'll mess with the guests-" She pauses for a brief moment "-But how exactly shall we stir up trouble? I would rather not have a bunch of legacies hunting me down for ruining their 'special' celebration ball." 

She laughs lightly, realizing she’d scared Cassandra. “Sorry, at least I didn’t scare you into dropping it, now that’d been a disaster.” She muses walking over to examine the vase. “I’m okay, I adore the orchestra, they play so wonderfully, things are getting a little dull though. What about you, enjoying the night?”

At Andy's laugh, she frowns slightly before shaking her head and smiling. "Oh yes, that would be awful. But, honestly I don't think they would notice one vase missing, seriously look at all this stuff. I wonder what it's like to have this amount of money" She remarks, gesturing to the countless vases and paintings strewn about the room. "Mhm, the orchestra is quite good, so is the food. The food is delicious." She gives Andy a small nod. "It's been enjoyable so far, but I agree, this place is getting a bit boring, and it's only been a few hours." 

He flipped through the file and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea. Who the heck were these people? They probably had families or someone who cared about them. No one was that big of an ass, right? The thought of killing another person was foreign and completely wrong to him.

Cass silently watched her two other partners interact from her position on the bench, hopefully these two aren't idiots and won't fail the assassination, she didn't want her first mission to be a big flop. She flicks through the files, three targets, seems easy enough, one for each of them. "Of course it's serious, Hearst doesn't seem to be the joking type." She says, finally deciding to speak up, moving off her spot towards the weapons trunk. Ew. Guns. She makes a slight face of disgust, before noticing a dagger gleaming in the case, just waiting for her. Unsheathing the blade, she examines it, a small smile creeping onto her face

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