[ She sits with her knees parted, resting forward on her elbows. Hands loose in front of her, wrist curling in a patient thoughtlessness. Moving because she always is in some way, active in listening to the instructions and orders. ]
Well, that leaves out just cutting him down in the street.
[ A sigh, frustration. She didn't like over complicating things that ought to be direct. ]
Do we know any habits of his... you say he's a criminal? Could we make it look like he got killed in the middle of another fight?
Most men in Tevinter fear for their lives. It is the way of things.
[ Hanzo is sharp, curt, to the point, not hesitating nor acting as though he is here to be kind or gentle. There's no reason for it, after all. It doesn't surprise him to hear that a man in Tevinter is cautious of attack or assassination - how many attempts at his life did he fend off? How many people had tried to claim him for their mantle?
Frowning, Hanzo crosses his arms, standing, hovering, on edge and a touch uncomfortable. ]
It could be done at a distance. Use an arrow from his home, take a bow from his guardsmen. Implicate a mutiny.
A tableau would've left a message, his robes spread out with him in them to find come the morning, perhaps on the steps...
[Which is a shame, honestly, because even if this isn't a kill to be given to Sithis, it's a kill nonetheless and with this sort of target she mourns the almost in it. (Thalmor would not be afraid. But Thalmor are victorious, ever-grasping, and she has left them in the middle of roads--)
There's Jagga in one of her waterskins that she sips from, quiet, considering.]
If needed, it isn't hard to get hold of anyone's uniforms should the need arise, I more than know my way about locks for getting in and out. [Elf, rifter, which one would be more surprising.] I like it. Simple. To the point. An arrow is intention.
If we need to rob a guardsman of his clothes... that I can take care of. [ A mirthless little laugh. Looking up between them. A softer consideration, just from the years and years of trying to kill one man who never quite seemed to die. ]
May I suggest, if you are happy to take the shot, I would like to stand close at hand, just in case he needs... finishing.
[ Not that she doubts either of them, just far too used to things never working out the way they should. ]
I am capable of climbing buildings and aiming from a distance. Implication would be easiest. [ He would prefer to use Storm Bow than an bow from a stranger - it is not the weapon that will be investigated, it will be the arrow - but he will make do. Hanzo has learned to adjust; this is not his first assassination. He wonders if it will be his last.
He turns to frown, though. As though he would miss, as though he would fail, as though he would make a mistake -
Genji rings in his ears, and Hanzo hisses quietly. ]
You can stand where you would like. I would not miss.
I'll keep a clear eye on those around, make sure your exits are clear. ALl of that is very old. [More trees than buildings but buildings are easier for getting around than the trees were half the time towards the end, so it won't bother her too much, and this is what the Dark Brotherhood did: they came to her in Solitude, covered her escape when she had to flee.
Raising her hands - Arnbjorn sniping with Festus, Gabriella-- she lifts a hand to keep the peace then to point to Hanzo, Lakshmi, herself all in turn.] One up high. One low. One keeping watch. I'll throw my voice if something goes wrong - you won't mistake it, they'll all look elsewhere and not at any of us - as a signal to buy you time. Lakshmi and I at least garbed as them since we're the two who'd be seen.
[More to the point: two rifters, and one of them an elf. Hanzo is native, he'll be up high, there's less risk of him being spotted she thinks but here they have little love for elves not serving them.]
I am sure you won't. But when do bad men never have the decency to die quickly? [ Her eyebrow lifts, really? But shakes her head, goes on, keep her tongue to herself for once in her life.
The miracle that might be. ] Agreed. We can go about stealing their uniforms when we arrive. The men we take them from, shall we leave the bows on them? Implicate them in it?
[ If she feels bad about throwing two unknowing guards to the dogs, it certainly doesn't show on her face. ]
Less decency than good men. [ Hanzo knows this to be true. He has killed enough men in his time to prove himself as an assassin; he has been called by reputation alone in the past. The Inquisition doesn't know much of this, of course, but that is perhaps for the best.
It seems for the best to allow them to discuss the rest of the plan for themselves - Hanzo is here to kill, not to take part in thievery. ]
[This is the Sanctuary if she were to shut her eyes. Babette and Nazir are by the door, Gabriella will be off with her knitting-- but this is Thedas, and Lakshmi is the one she can say that she knows, and considers the idea.] Leave them their bows, better not to draw more attention than we already will. A dark place where it takes time to find them.
[Dark enough, out of uniform but still with weapons: guards with guilty consciences but still ready for those who'd come after them, or it'll look that way to people ready to arrest them, and after experiencing an ambush that lead to the chopping block, she doubts Tevinter has much more idea of justice than Skyrim.] So we're agreed then? And you know a good place with a vantage point?
[(She's mostly gone to bookshops, here to work rather than anything else.]
[ She nods, easy to it. It's straightforward, gets what it needs done - maybe without much room for error, but nor was it particularly complicated for so much to go wrong. That she can be glad of.
Her last attempts were not so slick at this. They left craters. But then, killing men was always easier as to not drop an airship onto them. ] Agreed.
[ Moreover, she knows she cannot be in Tevinter long. The sooner this is done the better, or her temper will get the better of her. Here for Bronach, she reminds herself, when she watches these Lords and their arrogance. She is here that Bronach asked her, repeatedly softly, a member of the Inquisition. ]
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Well, that leaves out just cutting him down in the street.
[ A sigh, frustration. She didn't like over complicating things that ought to be direct. ]
Do we know any habits of his... you say he's a criminal? Could we make it look like he got killed in the middle of another fight?
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[ Hanzo is sharp, curt, to the point, not hesitating nor acting as though he is here to be kind or gentle. There's no reason for it, after all. It doesn't surprise him to hear that a man in Tevinter is cautious of attack or assassination - how many attempts at his life did he fend off? How many people had tried to claim him for their mantle?
Frowning, Hanzo crosses his arms, standing, hovering, on edge and a touch uncomfortable. ]
It could be done at a distance. Use an arrow from his home, take a bow from his guardsmen. Implicate a mutiny.
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[Which is a shame, honestly, because even if this isn't a kill to be given to Sithis, it's a kill nonetheless and with this sort of target she mourns the almost in it. (Thalmor would not be afraid. But Thalmor are victorious, ever-grasping, and she has left them in the middle of roads--)
There's Jagga in one of her waterskins that she sips from, quiet, considering.]
If needed, it isn't hard to get hold of anyone's uniforms should the need arise, I more than know my way about locks for getting in and out. [Elf, rifter, which one would be more surprising.] I like it. Simple. To the point. An arrow is intention.
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May I suggest, if you are happy to take the shot, I would like to stand close at hand, just in case he needs... finishing.
[ Not that she doubts either of them, just far too used to things never working out the way they should. ]
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He turns to frown, though. As though he would miss, as though he would fail, as though he would make a mistake -
Genji rings in his ears, and Hanzo hisses quietly. ]
You can stand where you would like. I would not miss.
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Raising her hands - Arnbjorn sniping with Festus, Gabriella-- she lifts a hand to keep the peace then to point to Hanzo, Lakshmi, herself all in turn.] One up high. One low. One keeping watch. I'll throw my voice if something goes wrong - you won't mistake it, they'll all look elsewhere and not at any of us - as a signal to buy you time. Lakshmi and I at least garbed as them since we're the two who'd be seen.
[More to the point: two rifters, and one of them an elf. Hanzo is native, he'll be up high, there's less risk of him being spotted she thinks but here they have little love for elves not serving them.]
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The miracle that might be. ] Agreed. We can go about stealing their uniforms when we arrive. The men we take them from, shall we leave the bows on them? Implicate them in it?
[ If she feels bad about throwing two unknowing guards to the dogs, it certainly doesn't show on her face. ]
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It seems for the best to allow them to discuss the rest of the plan for themselves - Hanzo is here to kill, not to take part in thievery. ]
It might be best.
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[Dark enough, out of uniform but still with weapons: guards with guilty consciences but still ready for those who'd come after them, or it'll look that way to people ready to arrest them, and after experiencing an ambush that lead to the chopping block, she doubts Tevinter has much more idea of justice than Skyrim.] So we're agreed then? And you know a good place with a vantage point?
[(She's mostly gone to bookshops, here to work rather than anything else.]
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Her last attempts were not so slick at this. They left craters. But then, killing men was always easier as to not drop an airship onto them. ] Agreed.
[ Moreover, she knows she cannot be in Tevinter long. The sooner this is done the better, or her temper will get the better of her. Here for Bronach, she reminds herself, when she watches these Lords and their arrogance. She is here that Bronach asked her, repeatedly softly, a member of the Inquisition. ]