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Lian Harper/Jade Arrow ([info]rightontarget) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-08-31 22:37:00


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Entry tags:inactive - damien wilson, inactive - lian harper, inactive - morgaine king, plot - "dangerous little games we play"

Breaking and entering
It had taken Lian a few days to get there, but she'd made it to the League of Assassins headquarters. Several flights later, after staying in a cheap hotel, she'd made the trek through the Arabian desert, traveling light, taking only her bow and knives, but carrying just enough food and water to where she wouldn't starve to death or die of thirst.

That and the headquarters for the League of Assassins, wasn't exactly the easy place to find. You had to know where to look.

Luckily, there's a perk in having a parent for a member.

Lian made her way to the entrance, making sure to stay hidden.



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[info]dc_baddie
2010-09-01 12:56 am UTC (link)
In the desert, even the sands have eyes, and those eyes have spotted Lian Harper during her trek. Few would dare to come out this far unless they know the location of this lair, and those who do come this far must be silenced if they are not of the League.

The entrance opens, and a party of men ride out on horseback, dressed in the colors of the desert sands.

The door remains open for a moment, but begins to slowly close.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 01:03 am UTC (link)
Lian waited for the men to pass by her, before running through the door, her bow drawn.

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[info]dc_baddie
2010-09-01 01:11 am UTC (link)
Two ninja just inside the door see her, draw their swords, and lunge to the attack!

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 01:16 am UTC (link)
Lian fired a pair of taser arrows at the ninjas, dodging quickly to the side to avoid attack.

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[info]dc_baddie
2010-09-01 01:37 am UTC (link)
The pair of ninja fall loudly.

Lian will find that she is in a long hallway that seems to be hewn from rock, likely the entrance to a cave. The path continues down for several yards, and Lian will quickly smell the stables where the horses are kept.

Voices can be heard, but so far, they do not sound as if they are aware of the other ninja falling.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 01:50 am UTC (link)
Lian knocked another arrow in her bow. She made her way down the hallway, as quietly as she could, keeping her eyes peeled for any traps or more ninjas.

When she reached the stables, Lian pulled out a hollow tube and several small darts. The darts where laced with a sedative that would knock out anyone they pricked for several hours at the most. She peeked around the corner, keeping out of sight. She exhaled hard, aiming a dart for the neck of each person in the room.

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[info]dc_misc
2010-09-01 01:58 am UTC (link)
Both stableboys are hit in the neck with the darts and fall unconscious instantly, having no defense against toxins. The horses fuss somewhat, but ultimately continue on with their lives.

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Elsewhere...
[info]demonchild
2010-09-01 02:35 am UTC (link)
Morgaine caught sight of Lian on the security cameras. Grabbing her swords, she went to inform her brother of the intruder.

"It would appear we have an unwanted guest, brother," Morgaine said, "Shall I make quick work of her?"

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-01 02:44 am UTC (link)
The Demon's Head is watching the footage of their intruder and finds himself annoyed and intrigued.

He is annoyed that his people are being outclassed by a single attacker, yet intrigued that someone has the temerity to find, infiltrate and...what? Why has this woman come here?

"Stay your hand, sister. We shall see our intruder personally. I want to know why she has come before we kill her." Damien says.

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Re: Elsewhere...
[info]demonchild
2010-09-01 02:55 am UTC (link)
"Does it matter why she came here? She's here which means that she's knows of our location. Which means that she probably knows things she souldn't. It doesn't matter why she's hear, what matters is that we stop her before she gets a chance to do what she means to do."

That, and Morgaine was just itching to fight someone. She hadn't had a decent match since Robert Queen, and he was dead in a river in Central City.

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-01 03:16 am UTC (link)
"Well, we must find what she means to do then and keep her from it." Damien says, pressing a button on his desk.

An alarm klaxon begins to blare throughout the base, locking it down and submerging the entrance in the sands. Their intruder will not be leaving the way she came.

Or at all in fact. Damien grabs his own sword now, and beckons to his sister.

"I have allowed you a great deal of fun in recent months, sister. This kill is mine." Damien says.

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Re: Elsewhere...
[info]demonchild
2010-09-01 03:24 am UTC (link)
"Fine," Morgaine snarled, following her brother.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 03:27 am UTC (link)
"Fuck," Lian swore under her breath, as the alarm went off. So much for getting in unnoticed. She grabbed a sword that had been discarded by one of the ninjas.

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-01 03:34 am UTC (link)
The ninja are about to attack Lian en masse upon the catwalk when Damien arrives on the training ground floor. He looks up at the hundreds of shadows set to attack the intruder and makes a decision.

"STAND DOWN!" he yells. As one, the ninja recede from Lian like a tide of living shadow. Projecting his voice, he speaks directly to Lian.

"I do not know who you are or how you found us, but you have done something that few others would have the intelligence or courage to do." he says in lightly accented English. He wears a custom-made Italian-silk suit, black in color, with a white undershirt. He unbuttons the jacket and tosses hands it off to a ninja that flanks him.

"You will come down here immediately and face me. Otherwise, I will come up there and kill you." Damien tells her.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 03:50 am UTC (link)
Lian wordlessly jumped off the catwalk, sword in hand, landing in a crouch in front of Damien.

"Fine," she said, standing to her full height. "Let's go, then."

You better think fast Harper, or you're going to be in a shallow grave in the desert.

She'd come this far. She couldn't screw it up now.

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-01 03:56 am UTC (link)
She is beautiful.

Damien is captivated by this woman's features, and something about her is vaguely family, though he doesn't know what. His eyes narrow as he watches her stand.

"Do you wish to tell us why you have sought death here, of all places? Or your name?" he asks, raising his sword above his head.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 04:01 am UTC (link)
Damn. The League of Assassins certainly traded up from Ra's al Ghul.

"I wish to join the League of Assassins," Lian said, her own sword at the ready.

"My name is Lian Harper. I am the daughter of the assassin known as Cheshire, Jade Nyugen."

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-01 04:15 am UTC (link)
Damien's eyebrows raise in surprise.

"You claim an impressive pedigree, Lian Harper, if you are who you say you are. That does not explain how you found us. However, I am wiling to indulge you." Damien says levelly.

"Survive five minutes with the Head of the Demon and you will be allowed to attempt to earn a place with us." Damien says.

And then he tries to drive his sword through her chest, moving twice as fast as almost any human she has ever encountered.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-01 11:45 pm UTC (link)
Later on that evening, Lian met Damien in his private quarters for dinner. Having not know what to wear, she'd borrowed a black dress from Morgaine...who didn't seem to thrilled with her, to be honest. But that was neither here nor there.

She knocked on Damien's door.

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-02 12:00 am UTC (link)
"Enter." Damien's rich baritone says from the other side of the door. One guard steps aside while the other opens the door for her. Once she is in his chamber, the door is closed behind her.

Damien wears another of his black custom-made suits, and stands from the small table at the far corner of the room. There are several priceless works of art adorning the walls and the floor of the room is made of black and white marble, reminiscent of a chessboard.

There is a globe in one corner near the fireplace. On the opposite side of the room there is an ornate leather couch facing a plasma TV hanging upon the wall.

He stands upon seeing her, nodding his head.

"You look beautiful, Lian. That dress agrees with you." Damien says. He is unused to giving compliments to women that have any meaning, unless they are to Morgaine or his mother.

"Will you sit?" he asks, moving around the table to pull out a chair for her.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-02 12:59 am UTC (link)
"Thank you, Damien," Lian said, "I am glad that it meets your approval."

Lian took a seat. She waited for Damien to take a seat.

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-02 01:02 am UTC (link)
Once she sits down, he will do so as well. Shortly, a servant arrives to pour two glasses of red wine.

Meanwhile, Damien has not taken his eyes off of Lian.

"Are your accommodations agreeable?" he asks.

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[info]rightontarget
2010-09-02 01:22 am UTC (link)
"They are," Lian said, taking a sip of her wine, "Very roomy, thank you."

"This wine is exquisite, by the way."

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[info]headofthedemon
2010-09-02 01:36 am UTC (link)
"Thank you. Two hundred years old as of today, I believe." Damien says, taking a sip of the wine and savoring each note as his eyes focus on his company. She is even more comely than he originally though.

"You showed no fear earlier. I admire that. You're resourceful enough to have found your way here and intelligent enough to defeat my security measures. You have training that isn't easily available. I recognized some of your style today.

Your skill with a bow reminds me of my brother's. I lost him recently, but he was a natural." Damien says, setting the glass down to rest his elbows on the table and look into Lian's eyes.

"Why did you really come here, Miss Harper?" he asks.

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2010-09-06 07:59 pm UTC (link)
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