Chapter 4 Closing / Project B[i]rdcage

[ Akeha ]

- Twilight Assassin -
- Weapon Type: 2H Sword -

An assassin who serves a lord of some renown. She is efficient in her work, and none can claim to be her equal in the way of the sword.

The better she does, the more her lord comes to rely on her — yet she also yearns for a normal life, and can often be found enjoying the simpler things.

Primary Costume

Main Outfit.

Abyssal Assassin

"...What do I even say about myself now?"
You are the demon who knows only death, yet you ran.

"And now she's involved. She certainly got the wrong idea!"
Think of all the lives you never touched.

"Yes. I only know how to kill."
Which means there is one thing I must do...

Festive Assassin

What an odd question. How about when I'm eating dango? I'm not joking. Or perhaps when I learn a new recipe, or when I'm gazing at the sky? "Simple pleasures," then, I suppose. Not that such things are commonplace these days.

Fractured Assassin

i am false
my identity a sham
i imitate others and kill
such is the way of things

all i know is how to take life
yet i know nothing about how to live

New Year's Assassin

(D)elicately they steal away our hearts
(R)eaching for mine, I know I am too late
(E)veryone here is an empty husk
(A)shen moonlight captures my gaze
(M)esmerised by an image of false flowers

Mechanical Assassin

The women don garments that speak to their role; leaders in white and killers in black. The women attend others to whom they are joined; the units they supervise and other assassins of their house. The women give their lives in the name of duty; all is for the benefit of those they assist.

That is correct. These women exist only to serve those above them. Though given titles such as commander or lord, they too are but pawns in the end.

Divine Assassin

How many times have I heard. Have I seen.
How their words fade into the air. Drown in fresh blood.
Is someone there. Is someone present. Yes.
If so, there is no reason for me to exist in the same space.

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May salvation come to those who wait for it.
May punishment come to those who need it.
We worship. We pray.
We believe she who sits on the heavenly throne is listening.

Summer Assassin

Assassin: I am not used to such thin clothing.

As the woman dons her disguise, she attempts to wrap a pareo around her waist. As she does, a hidden weapon clatters to the floor.

Assassin: I really need more places to hide things.

She takes her hat in hand and pauses briefly in contemplation.

Assassin: I wonder why they use both an umbrella and a hat?

F. Guardian Assassin

Ak6:17 - Guardian of Divine Work
This is why. This is why through blood we sharpen our claws and polish our fangs. We bathe in bottomless pools of blood in battle, drain our blood in the jaws of death, and pass on our knowledge of blood to the next generation as we continue to hone ourselves. This is all so we can accomplish our roles within our lifetimes, and so we might thrust the blade of conviction upon the traitors who turned their fangs on us.

Celebratory Assassin

Good question. I don't know. Can't say I'm familiar with the concept — but if I had to answer, I would say "wounds."

Ah, but it's all so far out of my reach; much too bright for me to look at, or even think about for too long.

Fabled Assassin

Justice

"What is justice to you?"

She would ask me, of all people? Me, the one who kills as ordered. Regardless, she looks at me most earnestly and says,
"We both fight for our masters. I would like to hear your thoughts."

"If justice exists," I reply, "it is not my place to name it. Still, perhaps fighting for another against evil is justice?"

"I see. Thank you. I think I understand you better now."

Bloodless Assassin

Kick decapitate emoboromoaninuwakonomajiha Karawaagara moibekurushiduru bemenaeodu Take life sotsuzaohoroji tanne wora kini suffocate Romuro fuzudutadaki hesunome kuwana kill Gaabioga henchi tavbushita hoguheki kizejitoba Nshia yofuhiteno befukeyuchianigiden warigabiwaradaraki Nemato kill yogado tahishuke meibidisuure zowave Soaked blade hoojini nokezafushiba kill Kawodamukenetaoni dried tears ra kouyaniyawani Guonin oayuminirogikunimokozeimezuureni Sakechizue wobasoberionuyo no peace kazegaduekina

Yuletide Assassin

"Gifts, you say?"
"Yes. Apparently an old man clad in red places them by one's pillow in the night."
"Hmm. Foreign culture is indeed strange."
"But does it not sound mystical, in a way?"
"Indeed, that old man must be no ordinary fellow."
"Why do you say that?"
"Passing through defenses while carrying gifts is no easy feat."
"Ah, perhaps you're right, at that..."

Guardian Assassin

Ak6:16 - Guardian of Her House

Cross not the line. Undo not the knot. Step not into the light. Leave not the shadows. To abandon a path that has been determined for you from the very beginning is arrogance.

Be ready to have all taken from you if you betray your place—your role. For a leaf can never forget its flowers or flee its branch.

Intoner Assassin

A rain of tears. Sharpened steel. A mound of corpses.

The blue-haired girl disguised herself, burned herself, shattered herself. But the one she loved was always at her side. Together they lived, cooked...and strayed from the righteous path. Was that how it was to be with one who understood her? With a lover?

Alas, I know not; an assassin must never attempt to understand the hearts of others.

Bloody Assassin

I was to bring down this land, and so removed his head.
Rest now, great enemy lord, along with the era you built.

When a good king passes, some rejoice.
Some despair.
But every single time I snuff out a life, I learn just how terrifying people can be.

Abstract Assassin

Seasons change. Spring to summer, summer to autumn, autumn to winter, and winter to spring once more.

As the colors change, so, too, do we grow old.

Was I ever able to feel the days?
In spring? Summer? Autumn? Winter?
I can't tell. Maybe I couldn't ever tell.

Could someone tell me, what is the color of my heart?

Dissenting Assassin

July 7th. Cloudy.

I shoulder the regrets of others.
I make true wishes of others.
I beseech the prayers of others.

But to do so is to earn the hatred of others, and I will never escape the pressure of my crimes.

Yet I've no choice but to forward one slow, careful step at a time. For should I stop, I shall be swallowed up by what follows behind me.

[ Shimmering Lotus ]

"Understood." The word contains no emotion for me. I have said it hundreds of times.
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I am a puppet that obeys orders to kill. I snuff out emotions as I snuff out lives, and will do so until the day I rot away.
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The age we live in determined my station from the moment of my birth — which is why I burn to at least live as myself.
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"Understood." The day I said that to the girl, I felt an exhilaration unlike anything that had ever come before.

Primary Weapon

A means to an end.