KINGS COURT| EVENING
As light drizzle began to fall, three figures approached the district of Kings Court, their faces covered with hoods that could have served to keep the rain away. Slowing to a stop before reaching the line of sight of the Bad Brothers that hung around the proverbial entrance of the district, one of the figures directed her companions to follow her into the darkness between buildings.
“Alright. There it is. Jon said that we’d practically be able to walk in after the distraction he and Ceres are going to create. I’m not sure I’m comfortable just wandering through the front doors regardless. So, we need a plan.” Alyssa Pierre said quietly, pulling her hood back and throwing her cloak aside. Underneath, she wore a revealing mauve gown that dipped down dramatically at the front. Her black hair was smoothed in gentle large curls around her face, and her intense blue eyes were rimmed with smokey kohl.
“This is Hawke’s domain, and no one gets in here unless they’ve got his invitation, or his cronies invitation.” Reaching for the satchel she’d been wearing under her cloak, The Wisp withdrew a set of knives, lifting her skirt to strap them to her outer thighs with little sense of decorum. In her corseted top, she tucked away other various sharp things and mysterious vials. Smoothing her skirts, the assassin looked at Ava and Aodh, handing the brunette merchant a folded slip of paper to keep hold of.
“You two are going to do some acting, and for these poor bastards sakes I hope you’re good. We need to get entrance to the district, so we can get close enough to the Night Blossom that I can get inside. Once in, I’ll come down and let you both in, then its a matter of seeking out this girl. Apparently we shouldn’t miss her, she’s got a scar across her face from here to here.” Alyssa ran her finger from just above her right nostril and down towards her earlobe, before adjusting her earrings and tucking something else in her hair.
“So, we’re coming down from The Mad Queen, Scarlett’s decree, to check on the business and ensure it’s upholding the agreement she and Mister Sutton have in place. A few whores on the Queens business, as it were.” Flicking her eyes to Ava, the assassin nodded once.
“Once we find this girl, that’s where you come in Silk. She needs to come with us, and Jon for reasons I won’t question, wants her unharmed. I hear you’ve got a smooth tongue, could sell water to a drowning man. Well, you’d better sell it to this girl, because if she won’t come of her own accord well…I’m not wasting this trip.” It was a clear threat towards the target, if she didn’t come, she would be taken by force regardless of Jon’s commentary. Alyssa looked at Aodh. The wick was new, fresh blood that Serro had insisted she should take. For muscle he had feebly advised, to which the Wisp had laughed for a good ten minutes, yet she did as she was asked.
“And you Firebrand, you’re our strongman. All you need to do is look scary. If shit goes wrong, well, I hope those fists are good for more than just appearances.” Stretching and cracking her neck, Alyssa gave them one last moment to voice any opinions or concerns, or to abandon the mission, before turning on her heel with a huge sultry grin.
Sauntering directly up to the district entrance, the brunette walked with a swing in her hips and an attitude that screamed ‘I’ve got the power’, to which the Brothers by the entrance responded exactly as she had anticipated.
“Oi! Ent free passage fru ‘ere luv. Find yersalves somewhare else t’ play.” The first gentleman eloquently advised, red mutton chops and overbite really setting the tone of his bullish appearance. His counterpart was a slim fellow with barely a tooth in his head, and slick oily brown hair that appeared as though it would leave a mark if you brushed against it. Alyssa sucked on her teeth, cocking her hip to one side and resting a hand on it.
“Who’s you then, t’be questionin’ th’ Queen’s own handmaiden an’ all? Tch, get a load o’ this lot then Frankie!” She looked at Aodh, gesturing at the men with her thumb and rolling her eyes. Mutton Chops frowned, his beady hazel eyes narrowing.
“What business a couple o’ th’ Queen’s tumbles got in Kings Court then? Piss off ya erses.” He waved a hand dismissively, the other coming to rest on a pistol by his hip. The assassin sighed dramatically, crossing her arms and staring up at the brute with a defiant lift of her chin.
“What th’ fuck do you think we’d be doin’ ye absolute chroveshit bastard? We’re here t’ inspect a premises, on behalf o’ her Royalness. A one, Night Blossom.” The oily gentleman beside her slunk from his leaning place against the fence to come closer, eyeing the trio off.
“Wheth’s your prooth then tumble? You could be any whore oth the thtreet looking to get inthide the Court for your own….pleathure.” He grinned, the lantern lights gleaming off rotten gaping holes where teeth should be, lisping terribly. Alyssa tsked, turning to Silk and holding her hand out.
“Give us th’ letter Scarlett gave y’luv.”