Toxicity ♛ open, assassination/kidnapping services

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    He had thought long and hard about doing this.


    It wasn't an easy decision to make, but it was an easy one to want. Despite his leg being messed up like hell he assumed it should've only taken a week or two to fully recover, maybe a month for the scabs to peel off and another for it to look normal. That was his estimate, anyway. He hadn't really noticed, but his other wounds were also beginning to heal, though he still had plenty of leftover aches and pains leftover. So he figured, he could get this set up now and come back in a week or two.


    He came in the afternoon from Velu, and had arrived at midnight and gathered somewhere between the upper portion and the center of the trading area as to attract the right attention and audience. He supposed his cloak and mangled appearance would give him enough of the look he needed to scare any poor weakling into giving him a job anyways, since that would really be his main audience. He wasn't going to get people who could do this shit themselves, that was for sure.


    "Assassination and kidnapping services! Want someone out of your hair? Just want someone dead or hurt? Need to see a friendly face? Talk to me for details, I'm your guy, fucker." The appearance was what he mostly needed to keep up. He would definitely accept any poor sap that came his way but really hoped he could get some good shit in return. He still needed that sword, too, but his gut told him that wasn't here, either.

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    "Hopefully you don't think I'm following you," mused the queen as she ventured towards the familiar face, her eyes betraying contemplation as she mulled over the apprentice's offer. Apart of her thought he was too young to be offering such services, but who was she to criticize? Having come to the trading center in search of a new veil, it seemed that she had found a much better opportunity to take advantage of. "But yes. I might need some assistance." She knew that he had seen her face during their spar, and therefore her current disfigured state was not a secret, so she did not elaborate. "The one who marred my face is a jaguar. Black panther. He used to go by the name of Ferox, but I'm unsure if he has another name now. Shapeshifting is also a possibility. If you can find him and bring me his lower jaw, I'd be sure to pay you plenty."

    / Lmao shoe what if corrine just came here for no reason


    Piratepaw tipped his hood back, shocked to see a familiar face. A jaguar? Could he really do this? He paused, considering it, but at the mention of a reward he decided he would at least try. "I'll take the job. If you know where he is, that would help as well. I'll try to come up with some results within a week or so. If I get him, I know where to find you, and you know where to find me." He gave her a friendly wink, though his grim expression did not change. Maybe he would recruit some help at the Dynasty.

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    // lmfao she'd heckle him and be like, "i stole his tail, take your business elsewhere, he's an incapable small-cat"

    Similarly, the white lioness felt a hint of guilt for suggesting this of him. After all, she never wanted to put children in danger. . . But he was a Bloodclanner- A Ruiner, rather. They came tough as nails, born for the battlefield. And he had already been through hell, she wouldn't be exposing him to any risk that he wasn't already aware of. There was another factor as well, one she wouldn't dare mention. "I'm not sure if he's a member anywhere. He was an intruder in the Dark Dynasty's land when he injured me - I'll show you the spot where it happened, there may be lingering scent." It wasn't long ago, after all, the wound still not fully scabbed over beneath her veil. At his agreement, she would nod. "Stay safe. If you're not comfortable getting his jaw, I won't hold it against you - Just tell me where he is, if you manage to uncover him." The jaw. . . Well, that would be a more personal touch, if the apprentice were up for it; an eye for an eye, after all, but Amour wanted to be the one to kill him.

    She had always wanted to kill him.