The two of them just looked at each other, then at the unlucky errant canine that had chosen the wrong ti to wander into the magical city of Weafewand, another day and perhaps he would have been chosen to beco a familiar, he would have been well fed, he would have thrived and lived the best possible life for a mutt like himself.
Alas, he instead found himself in an alley, sandwiched in between the worst possible people within a radius of a width that can not be simply asured.
The Death Dealer tilted her head to the side a slight bit, her dark brown hair following suit with an abnormal delay, her sick yellow-green eyes seemingly glowing as they reflected the dim lighting of the moon.
A peculiar, but rather telling smile on her face, her mouth barely opened with a slit, no teeth visible, that look ant sothing precise, or perhaps it was a re coincidence, like a mix between 'What do we have here?' and 'You fucked up'.
Not paying any mind to the awfully bizarre expression, Loimos remained quiet, fairly certain that this was the person he had already noticed in the distance a few tis, and whomst he had been graciously cleaning up after.
The smile disappeared when she brought her neck back straight, pointing at the animal having a panic attack on the floor, gesturing toward the beast with one of her many thin daggers and finally speaking up.
"Are you gonna eat this or not?" yes, the most prolific assassin, with dozens of contracts offered to her all the ti, was asking a mobile putrid skeleton, in the middle of the night, whether or not he was thinking about eating a random, anorexic dog.
"Do you have no money?" Loimos saw a good opportunity, so he initiated a conversation with her.
"Nah, nah, I don't bring money with , I stash everything at ho, shoving every coin and treasures together like a squirrel preparing for harsh tis" then she imitated the sounds of a squirrel, it was a convincing one, the dog's ears perked up.
"I have found so coins laying around" spoke Loimos, having gathered riches through the cultural practice of tomb raiding.
"Oh" she understood what he was getting at in a jiffy, kicking the dog into a wall for it was no longer interesting as a future al.
This is how, sohow, Loimos managed to get The Death Dealer's attention, by inviting her to dinner, his smooth talking and experience with psychotic won learned thanks to interacting with One.
Loimos had been expecting to have to make a great argunt with his head detached from his body to convince her that they should have a talk, it was certainly a pleasant surprise that he could subdue her murderous tendencies with food.
The entirety of the other patrons were looking at them from ti to ti, rather hard to ignore the filthy masked man and the suspicious woman garbed in all dark that had a tendency to suddenly shout out seemingly random words.
Her antics were quite sothing but Loimos couldn't care less, literally, as she munched down on sausages, at pieces and whatever else was available, the undead had found quite a bit of money, and only one of them was eating anyway.
"Ah, mister corpse, I hadn't imagined the first person to take out for dinner would already be dead, but it makes sense now that I think about it" she was even eating the bones, she was sporting so good teeth in there.
It wasn't surprising that she could tell that he was an undead, although she had known for a while, since she had actually been around Loimos for a great portion of the carriage drive to Weafewand, witnessing him disposing of the original coachman and slave, she had been planning to do it herself but she firmly believed in first co first served when it ca to murder.
Unless it was other assassins, it gets professional and she takes work very seriously.
"So, what do you want? Want to put a hit on soone's head? I can kill a few random commoners for this food, or is this supposed to be an actual date? Do you even have a c-" she rubbed her chin, deep in thought.
"I wish to see the remaining of the city council, and the entirety of the guards disposed of" Loimos went straight to the point, as per usual, his progress with his own powers wasn't exactly speedy even with his constant training and refining of his techniques, The Death Dealer had the capabilities to do everything he wanted with her arms tied behind her back, it would be idiotic not to try and use her assistance.
"All?"
"All"
"I don't think you treating to dinner will cover this, though…" she pulled out a dagger out of nowhere, admiring it and ignoring the gasps of people around.
"That would definitely be a fun job! It is certain that bystanders will witness the scene, oh, I will have no choice but to silence them, will I? The n, the won and the children too!
It will be endless slaughter for at least a few days, just slashing and stabbing, and slashing, and stabbing, and hacking, and dismbering, and stabbing, and piercing, and splitting, and burning, and drawing, oh drowning! It is so underrated, when they flail around and make bubbles whilst screaming for help! What are those fuckers even saying?
'I am under the water please help ?!', oh, ahahah, aaaah…" she breathed out, smacking her lips before looking around, she had stood up on her chair at so point.
"Oh… I overreacted a little bit" she settled down, the people, all mages in so capacity, had passed out under the effects of her enthusiasm, so were actually choking in their passed out state at this very mont.
"But anyways, I can't just go on a rampage, I am a professional assassin, my kills are worth more than double their weight in precious pelf" she said, mostly to convince herself however, she couldn't allow herself to get sidetracked, she was still on a job, which wasn't ending with the last target of this city, she had many for targets and leads to explore.
"I had road around the city before you caused a stir, I have been paying attention to life force signatures and their whereabouts the entire ti, you have not slayed anyone in days, I can only assu that one of your targets is hiding from you, yes?" with everyone around knocked out, he spoke with the pale tongue, the voice that usually inspired dread in those that heard it but The Death Dealer only trembled, in a way that couldn't be referred to as a one of fear.
"We've got a deal!"
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