Where to put the bodies when they're done is something Amelia's been pondering since they left Broken Hollow, and as they make their way through the Down, straying near South Park, an idea comes to mind. She smirks behind her mask, eyes dark and devious.
"Let's get them closer to here," she murmurs, gesturing past him to where the park - and its giant sinkhole - are located. "I know what to do."
There's nothing more to be said while they find their targets. The bar the pair have sat down in is half-empty when they peer in through the window, winding down for the evening and with most of its patrons so drunk they should've been cut off several cups ago. It makes what's going to come next very easy for them. Amelia stations them half a block from the entrance in a shadowed corner, not taking her eyes off the door as adrenaline starts to filter into her blood once more.
"We need to spook them in the right direction. Keep them to the alleys in that direction," she points to a few darkened side streets leading back toward the park. "I can make them fear the shadows enough to keep them going in that direction if you cut off other access points they might try escape down."
There's only a few seconds for Hawke to respond before the pair they're looking for stumble out, laughing jovially. The Shadow Mistress' heart rate drops, all sounds that aren't those fucking voices, that glee. If the mage at her side says anything else, she isn't going to hear it. She takes a breath, pulls her slingshot her belt, and takes a single step out from the corner. The guards get two warning shots close to their ears before she's making straight for them as they curse and jump down to first alley she indicated.
It's time to make them fear for their lives before they're ended. They won't hear her coming as she does it either, only rocks whizzing past them, catching them across the face or legs as she forces them on her chosen path. Silent as shadows she follows them, and in that silence, she's going to strike when the time comes.
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"Let's get them closer to here," she murmurs, gesturing past him to where the park - and its giant sinkhole - are located. "I know what to do."
There's nothing more to be said while they find their targets. The bar the pair have sat down in is half-empty when they peer in through the window, winding down for the evening and with most of its patrons so drunk they should've been cut off several cups ago. It makes what's going to come next very easy for them. Amelia stations them half a block from the entrance in a shadowed corner, not taking her eyes off the door as adrenaline starts to filter into her blood once more.
"We need to spook them in the right direction. Keep them to the alleys in that direction," she points to a few darkened side streets leading back toward the park. "I can make them fear the shadows enough to keep them going in that direction if you cut off other access points they might try escape down."
There's only a few seconds for Hawke to respond before the pair they're looking for stumble out, laughing jovially. The Shadow Mistress' heart rate drops, all sounds that aren't those fucking voices, that glee. If the mage at her side says anything else, she isn't going to hear it. She takes a breath, pulls her slingshot her belt, and takes a single step out from the corner. The guards get two warning shots close to their ears before she's making straight for them as they curse and jump down to first alley she indicated.
It's time to make them fear for their lives before they're ended. They won't hear her coming as she does it either, only rocks whizzing past them, catching them across the face or legs as she forces them on her chosen path. Silent as shadows she follows them, and in that silence, she's going to strike when the time comes.