The city is at war - Private with DeadEyes

( I found a fancypost. There is order & format to my posts now, everything is fine, my muse still hasn't come back from the war. )

Darius believed that it probably wasn't okay to lie at this point, but a half-truth would suffice, right? And then a stray thought crossed his mind, of a rather fun idea that would give him extra time to bluff any curious questions. "Okay, but I have terms. You can ask a question, only if I can ask a question right back, for three questions, deal?" he asked.

(Ok so I know it's been a year but I was reading through my old threads & I really like this one. Would you be up for continuing/restarting this thread? )

( Glad to hear it!! Did you want to continue on from where we were last time? Or skip to sometime else maybe? )

( I'll just continue where we left off if that's fine by you! I just gotta re-read the thread to get a hang of where we're at! )

Darius obviously couldn't betray the reason why he had the ring daggers, but he could lie through his teeth about it, tell some half-truths. "They're quick and easy to hide, kind of essential if you want to catch someone off guard. How about you, do you always steal weapons from the police?" he replied, firing back his own question before the other would be able to ask just how much he knew, or what training he had, or any number of questions he couldn't answer. He also had in his mind that he technically wasn't admitted into the gang yet, someone else had to test him, so he probably shouldn't get too attached if his place here wasn't guaranteed.

(Ok that's weird???? It might be the fancypost??? I'll stick to unformatted stuff for now then. If it still doesn't work then I'm gonna riot. )

"Makes sense, I guess. It just seems like the risk of stealing it would outweigh any strategic benefit, maybe I'm wrong. Or just no good at stealing." he answered. Allowing a silence to fall for a moment before speaking again. "So what was your third question? I promised you three, right?" He asked, then he would have to make himself leave, he hadn't caught up with the status of his family this past week, his informant was probably waiting for a call from him. Just because he was trying to get away from them didn't mean he couldn't keep tabs on them. How could he take them down if he didn't know what they were doing?

( I was thinking about skipping to him taking the second part of the test soon, or just after he's taken it? Just running it by you a couple of posts early. )

(looks like it was the fancypost bugging out that did that. I've edited the posts out of it so you should be able to see them again. Also this is unrelated but have you seen the drama in the chatbox????? This is why I don't go there, it gets crazy. )

( Yeah it's like.... chatbox isn't the only mode of communication, if you're posting on there, it's for the sole purpose of getting everyone to see it which.... isn't gonna help things if the problem in your relationship is communication, but that's just my two cents ya know?

Also I didn't tell you but I got a scholarship to uni! So I'll be busy with freshers week from about 21st september, but that's a while off yet. )

The question caught him off guard a little, he wasn't expecting it and the smile on his face faltered slightly. "You're... surprisingly grounded. Usually people in your position go on ego trips, and wouldn't give the time of day to a newbie to the group. Unless I'm just that interesting?" he replied. He could play this game as well, though it probably wasn't advised, and flipping between flirting with him and being closed off as all hell wasn't going to get him anywhere, was it? It would just make him look like an asshole. He would stay long enough to see the other's reaction at least.

( Yeah I had to take a scholarship exam & I got 75% of the marks, so I got in & got a grant from the uni to help me out!! I hope you find & get the scholarships you're looking for!! Also I'm guessing I'll timeskip to a couple of days later, just after the second half of the test? I'm guessing it's then that Darius will sort of decide what he wants to specialise in within the group? )

Darius had already had a think about it over the last couple of days, and decided to play to his strengths when he got into the gang. He was a trained assassin, so how could he not take that? He didn't need to explain how or why he was good at it, the only important thing was that he was skilled, right? It was the results that mattered, not the cause. The test had not been like the one a couple of days ago, and he understood what David had meant by him not specialising in combat tests. Whoever or whatever the man he had just faced off against was, Darius was just glad he had his training on his side.

Unsurprisingly, he was allowed in, but he would have a bruise on the side of his face tomorrow, that was for sure. Maybe where he had been hit already didn't look too great, but he hadn't seen himself in a mirror, so he wouldn't know. He was expecting someone to enlist him with a specialisation, but hadn't counted on it being such a familiar face. "You're going to have to get used to me, because I'm sticking around for a while." he said, assuming that the other man would know he was talking about being accepted. Setting the ring daggers on the table before him, and allowing himself to catch his breath for a moment, he set to work on cleaning the daggers as he spoke. "So what's next? I choose what jobs I want to do?" he asked.

(I'm trying to paint one of my d&d characters digitally (like, semi realistic, no lines, painted all on one layer type painting) and I'm losing my damn mind. I know it won't look good for a long while because you have to layer it up with shading and stuff but damn this is hard. Like, I have an almost nicely blended nose, but aside from that It Looks Bad™. )

Darius had almost missed the flirting. 'Almost' meaning that he hated feeling flustered when he didn't know what to say, and the contact when he hadn't had any in a while, and the sense of someone caring. It had to be fake, some kind of hazing to see if he was easy to manipulate. He had to distance himself. That wouldn't make him very popular, but it would save him from any kind of emotional pain, he was never very good dealing with that. Stepping away from the touch slightly, he probably seemed a little more standoffish than usual when he replied. "Yeah, I guess- I guess I wasn't quick enough then, huh?" though it sounded more like a statement than any sort of question.

Switching the dagger in his hand for the sheet of paper, he considered his options for a minute. Arms dealing was an option, but if they had anything to do with East Asia, there was a chance he would run into people he knew, so while he was good at it, that was out. Assassination was the only thing that really stuck out to him then, a good use of his particular talents. "Assassinations. Is that grouped with anything else? 'Cause I don't do torture." he asked. It may seem an odd place to draw the line, but drawing information out of people was something he wasn't willing to do, he preferred to give people a quick, clean death that wouldn't weigh too heavy on his conscience.

( David won't get him that easy, this man has trust issues! _{I'm not sorry but I like slow burn rps})