Captain Diritas Ashin stared at the two operatives sent to him by Clover. He smirked as they glared at him. They resented working under a private contractor, he could see that much plainly. His imposing form was clad in a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the bottom tucked into a pair of dark jeans held up with a brown leather belt which was paired with Tsura, his cutlass. Black boots carry him around the pair as he sizes them up.
One male, one female, both obviously highly specialized. The male was nearly half a foot shorter than him, but was well built. Strong forearms indicated high degrees of combat training, and he was very light on his feet. Di had no trouble imagining him moving silently to remove a sentry as easily as he might hold a weapon steady in the steel corded arms that showed through the slightly baggy uniform he was clad in. He had average looks, and his dark red hair was the only thing Diritas even bothered to make a note of other than the man's physique. The female was blonde, and he summed her up with an equally cursory glance at the athletic shooter's build she sported. She'd be fast, and her keen eyes tracked his movements like a hawk, probably a sniper.
He points at the man, and then the woman. "Ember and Frost, those are your names while you are in my presence. I don't want to know your names. I don't care about your family, your history, your experiences, none of it matters to me." He looks them both in the eyes as he pauses before continuing, "Follow my orders, and I'll make sure you get home to whatever bull you had going on before you set foot in my vicinity." He looks at them both levelly, "But in case you muck up, I don't want to know your names. I am the Captain, no more no less. I firmly believe it is my job to make sure as few assets are spent on this mission as possible. It took a lot of money to train you two, and if you die it is wasted. So we're going to try and avoid dying. Have I made myself clear?" he asks them both.
"Yes Sir!" two voices answer his question in the affirmative and in perfect sync. They'd been trained well. But not well enough to hide the disgusted looks on their faces. They didn't like him, but that was ok. He didn't need them to like him.
"Now, I can tell you two are well trained, so we are going to get this out of the way now. The way you are both looking at me tells me you would love to hit me, and judging by both your disciplinary records you'd happily do it." He chuckles as he watches their faces for reaction. They both twitch noticeably at the mention of their records, Ember more than Frost. "So I am going to offer you both a deal. I'll do this job by myself if you can take me down. Both of you at once, one shot, take it or leave it. If you fail, or don't try, you'll both be soulbound and you will be integral to my mission's success." He looks at them calmly. "Go ahead and talk it over, I will wait."
He waits while the two whisper to each other for a moment. Then they turn and with resolute faces, they do nothing.
"Well, now that's settled." He says, and then turns and picks up a small chest from the ground. Turning back to them he opens the little chest and holds it out to them. "Each of you take one of these, it will increase your combat effectiveness tenfold. You'll be given a small part of my soul, and a portion of my powers." He taps a foot impatiently as he waits for them to reach into the chest.
They each withdraw a string beads, the surfaces smooth as marbles. Made of obsidian glass, the beads each contain a tiny portion of his soul. When the pair looks at him as if the man is insane, the male scoffs at him while somehow maintaining a barely respectful air about him. " Sir, what are these suppo-" he is interrupted however by the strings snaking around his wrist, and then moving upward to his neck. It situates itself there and as soon as it links again, the man burst into black flame.
A grin crossed his face as Diritas looked at the woman, an expression of shock and horror frozen on her face before her own string of beads slithers upward and she burst into flames. The pair's screams resound in the night as the fire of Di's soul burns its way deep into their being. They fall, writhing on the ground as inhuman howls and screams rip from the throats of the two fighters.
He chuckles to himself and waves a hand. The fire covering the pair extinguishes with a muffled thump. They lie on the ground panting, eyes wide with terror, but strangely unburned. But spreading from the volcanic glass of the beads are dark marks, long and wicked looking things that invoke the images of flames all over their bodies.
"Get up, your training begins now." There's no pity in his voice, if anything, he's looking forward to this.
One male, one female, both obviously highly specialized. The male was nearly half a foot shorter than him, but was well built. Strong forearms indicated high degrees of combat training, and he was very light on his feet. Di had no trouble imagining him moving silently to remove a sentry as easily as he might hold a weapon steady in the steel corded arms that showed through the slightly baggy uniform he was clad in. He had average looks, and his dark red hair was the only thing Diritas even bothered to make a note of other than the man's physique. The female was blonde, and he summed her up with an equally cursory glance at the athletic shooter's build she sported. She'd be fast, and her keen eyes tracked his movements like a hawk, probably a sniper.
He points at the man, and then the woman. "Ember and Frost, those are your names while you are in my presence. I don't want to know your names. I don't care about your family, your history, your experiences, none of it matters to me." He looks them both in the eyes as he pauses before continuing, "Follow my orders, and I'll make sure you get home to whatever bull you had going on before you set foot in my vicinity." He looks at them both levelly, "But in case you muck up, I don't want to know your names. I am the Captain, no more no less. I firmly believe it is my job to make sure as few assets are spent on this mission as possible. It took a lot of money to train you two, and if you die it is wasted. So we're going to try and avoid dying. Have I made myself clear?" he asks them both.
"Yes Sir!" two voices answer his question in the affirmative and in perfect sync. They'd been trained well. But not well enough to hide the disgusted looks on their faces. They didn't like him, but that was ok. He didn't need them to like him.
"Now, I can tell you two are well trained, so we are going to get this out of the way now. The way you are both looking at me tells me you would love to hit me, and judging by both your disciplinary records you'd happily do it." He chuckles as he watches their faces for reaction. They both twitch noticeably at the mention of their records, Ember more than Frost. "So I am going to offer you both a deal. I'll do this job by myself if you can take me down. Both of you at once, one shot, take it or leave it. If you fail, or don't try, you'll both be soulbound and you will be integral to my mission's success." He looks at them calmly. "Go ahead and talk it over, I will wait."
He waits while the two whisper to each other for a moment. Then they turn and with resolute faces, they do nothing.
"Well, now that's settled." He says, and then turns and picks up a small chest from the ground. Turning back to them he opens the little chest and holds it out to them. "Each of you take one of these, it will increase your combat effectiveness tenfold. You'll be given a small part of my soul, and a portion of my powers." He taps a foot impatiently as he waits for them to reach into the chest.
They each withdraw a string beads, the surfaces smooth as marbles. Made of obsidian glass, the beads each contain a tiny portion of his soul. When the pair looks at him as if the man is insane, the male scoffs at him while somehow maintaining a barely respectful air about him. " Sir, what are these suppo-" he is interrupted however by the strings snaking around his wrist, and then moving upward to his neck. It situates itself there and as soon as it links again, the man burst into black flame.
A grin crossed his face as Diritas looked at the woman, an expression of shock and horror frozen on her face before her own string of beads slithers upward and she burst into flames. The pair's screams resound in the night as the fire of Di's soul burns its way deep into their being. They fall, writhing on the ground as inhuman howls and screams rip from the throats of the two fighters.
He chuckles to himself and waves a hand. The fire covering the pair extinguishes with a muffled thump. They lie on the ground panting, eyes wide with terror, but strangely unburned. But spreading from the volcanic glass of the beads are dark marks, long and wicked looking things that invoke the images of flames all over their bodies.
"Get up, your training begins now." There's no pity in his voice, if anything, he's looking forward to this.