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Malik turns to Wrenchy, his eyes almost pleading. "I would seriously advise against that. This area is your only safe haven. Leaving would only result in you getting killed...and so if you choose to leave, having gotten you into this mess, I will have no choice but to order a full stealth mobilization of my men to protect you and the others as we make our way to the wise dragon. This includes the assassins currently not present in here in the room that tend to roam the streets of Ravnica. It is your choice, but if we go now, we have know way of knowing what lengths they'll go to kill us, to kill you and me." He takes a deep breath, his horn glowing again as the room darknening and the floor pulses with a violent red, teleporting each assassin all throughout Ravnica, so that each might come to the assistance of the group as they made their way. An unnatural, shadowy growth surrounded him almost like armor. "But if you choose to go forth, then let us pray that we get there alive." The alpha males joined the group, ready to defend at anytime.

"((oh bleh, double post))

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there is no such thing as 'perfect'...and when the Boros get involed..." He turns his hooded gaze back to Wrenchy. "...there is no such thing as safe. They'll be swarming the property of both guilds in search of us. But not just your average buildings, my friend. They are many things, but they aren't stupid. They know how clever the Izzet League might try to be to hide away. And unless the Izzet League wants to start a war...I'm afraid they won't have much choice but to allow and or assist them in searching for us. They can't afford to let their greatest minds die, and quite frankly I wouldn't be able to stomach you dying becuase we rushed in." "No," He shakes his head. "This is a chess game now, I'm afraid. And we shan't force the hand of the other player, lest we get caught in his or her trap. Patience and planning is the key, we can't afford to run head long into this. Not only would we most likely get killed, we would probably end up provoking the full, unmerciful wrath of Boros on both of our guild. I won't accept the needless slaughter of innocents, and I will not be the to cause it! The only time I kill is when I'm payed to do so, but even then I could not possibly let myself kill women and children." The unnatural shadows flow from out of his cloak and tells off of his body as his emotional conviction rises. "What we need to do is wait until everything has calmed down, until all of the ripple on the lake...disappear. That way we can see and think much more clearly, allowing us the prepare a solid plan rather then running nilly willy into things. No offense, but I'm not taking my chances with the Boros."

"No, not now. We need to plan for this. Anything could happen with those Wojeks up there, So we'll have to wait until tomorrow night. My men will begin preparations." The assassin spoke quietly, putting his hoof up to his chin and thinking hard. "In the mean time you can rest up, have a few drinks and appetizers over by the counter, enjoy the company...though I honestly wouldn't blame you if you didn't." He paced about, trying to think of the best way to get in and not get shot and killed. As usual, he would set thing at motion at the darkest hour, when his powers reach their peak. "I'm not going out there just to get us all killed on the spot. We'll have to plan accordingly." *** The young alpha cub Ronnie, who had introduced himself earlier, snuck up on Dawn, letting out a playful roar before pouncing on his 'prey'. "I'ma get chyu', pretty mare!" The child laughed, turning the pounce into a hug. This kid is too bucking adorable to be one of the alpha males. Yet you can see a few of the newer recruits backing away from him. Odd.

Totes amping the mafia-tude up in this hood. >:3

The assassin huffed in slight defeat. "I'm not going to lie to you guys. We...might not come out of this alive. Or at least without starting what may lead to a full scale war. Besides that, Rakdos pretty much violates the guildpact so that the other guilds stay in harmony with each other. But...I don't think that'll be happening anytime soon. There will be blood to pay, and I'm sure as hell not going to let it be ours so long as I'm living."

"Actually, they are ponies that hired my services in the first place. But they still haven't payed up, so I'll use them. I wouldn't use loan debtors. That's not how we do things around here. Donnie?" Malik snapped his fingers. "I'm Donnie Dmitriv, I work the bank and loan part of our coporate empire." The werewolf puffs his chest, proud of his family business. "We don't shake our debtors down like most mafia do. We promote and encourage the use of our services by assisting them with paying off the debt, talking them through each step in the process off paying of current and future debts and working out a payment plan that would fit their budget and daily work schedule. As for the ones who fail to pay on time repeatedly..." Donnie adjusts his glasses. "We alert the authorities with an anonymous tip, and they get thrown into jail, simple as that."

"No. It's not. She wasn't wearing the hood. They saw both of our faces. They know who we are, so I'll have to go deep into my pockets to change that." Malik huffs, pulling his hood over his face again. "That wouldn't add up for the second accomplice, nor would it allow her to go back to the guild. She can't be in her guild if she's dead, much less an assassin." He explains rationally. "Bribery isn't an option...so we'll simply avert the eyes of our fellow, law-abiding citizens to the...'real' assassins. Enter the debtors who haven't made payments in well over a year." He chuckles wickedly, grinning from ear to ear. He loved it when he felt his mind at work. "We'll get some of Ronnie's men to falsify some irrefutable evidence against them, and, ironically, the law take care of the men for me, an assassin. Oooooh, I just love it! They'll be working for me without even knowing it." Malik cackled with an evil glee. "Which means I can mark that off my bucket list! Excellent."

"Ehhhh forget about it..." Mitchy pats her roughly, messing up her mane a bit. "You wanna see dark, just wait when he's action at night." He shudders. "Stuff of nightmares, I tell ya'!" Vinne frowns, swirling his glass of expensive peach wine around. "Well, I'd imagine he'll be housing you guys now. He maybe the second deadliest assassin in Ravnica, but the only thing keeping him from being the first is his big heart." He takes a sip, sitting down on one of the fine chairs. "He has a thing for chivalry, even if he only follows part of it true to heart. Mainly the parts that talks about be kind and...well, chivalrous to mares. And judging by the look of it..." Vinnie takes a peek over at Wrenchy and Malik. "...I'd say the big man's gotta thing for her." "Eh, she complains too much. Then again, I also don't perfer girls who have hooves...or do I?" He winks rather lewdly at Dawn before having his face mooshed by Vinnie. "Could you please put your hormones away and stop hitting on the guest, Mitchy?" "Oh shaddup, like you are any better!" "At least I try to supress them..." "She's pretty!" Ronnie says out of the blue. On closer inspection, Ronnie is actually...much shorter, and considerably younger then the other alpha males, probably thirteen years old you'd guess. *** "No, problem not solved. We're trying to get her BACK into the guild. Alive. You're thinking short-term, and I can't keep her holed up in here. That would be terrible. We have to deal with the whole mess, not just part of it, unless you don't want her back in the Izzet League, which I'm sure she would like to be right about not." Malik points out the flaws in Charger's plan. "I'll deal with the situation. I got her into this mess and I'm going to get her out." He stomps his hoof on the ground, determined to complete the task at hand.

"Unless you have a better idea, yes. I'll pull a few strings for you, get them to reclassify the assassin as one of our debtors, falsify some evidence, get him thrown into the slammer." He waved his hoof with each step he listed. "That way, we both get to walk away happy from this tomfoolery." *** "Ey, you talkin' bad about me, I swear to god I'll rip your heard off you mudda'-!" The werewolf dressed in the suit was cut off by a fellow werewolf, also wearing a suit. Heck, all of them were. "Easy, Mitchy, settle down." The werewolf chuckled, turning back to the mare. "Forgive him, he's a bit hot-headed, prideful ontop of that. You know how it goes." "Well first let's start out with some introductions. Gentlemen?" He snaps his fingers. Immediately, two other alpha males hop into a line, Mitchy and the werewolf who cut him off included. "I'm Vinnie!" The werewolf who cut Mitchy off bows, him being the tallest of the four. "I'm Donnie!" Another, slightly younger werewolf takes a sweeping bow. "I'm Mitchy!" The gruff, irritable werewolf bows on cue. "I'm Ronnie!" A slightly loopy looking werewolf bows as well. "We're the Dmitriv Brothers! How do you do?" They say in unison to the mare, as only proper gentlemen would.

"Are all of the ponies in Ravnica just going to file in here whenever they feel like it?!" Once more he waved the guards away from the new mare. He turned to Wrenchy. "And you. No, they most certainly will not, they think you're the second most deadliest assassin, if not first. They will most like be ordered to KILL you ON. SIGHT." He forced her flux gloved-hoof to the ground. Malik could not BUCKING take it anymore. The stress poured out of him in the form of flowing shadows, licking at the air around in, but limited by the light, his red eyes glowing violently. However, the torches blew out, and a few of the werewolves jumped behind the furniture for fear of their boss. "Aw man, boss is getting angry again!" One of the bar werewolves cowered behind a sofa. "I...AM NYTE DAGGER! I am the second deadliest assassin you have come to face in your pitiful lifespan!!" His voice boomed in the pitch black room, the octaves changing and morphing with each second. "Do NOT TEST my patience..." He seemed to calm down, the unnatural darkness fading from himself and the room. "Now. Let's start over again. Malik Shadowcloak, Wrenchy, whoever that is." He introduced himself and the others to the new mare.

"It's not going to be that easy. They'll be looking for both of us since I took you in, especially you." Malik put a hoof on her shoulder. "But I will get you out of this mess. I couldn't let a mare take the blame for my actions." He assured her. The room filled with the cacophony of the reopening portal, "To arms!!" He bellows, unsheathing one dagger and summoning his missing dagger to his hand. The assassins who had been camoflauged and secretly guarding the portal entrance were now pointing their daggers at the intuder: Charger. "...Oh for the love of- that's two accomplices I have to deal with..." He facehoofs, waving the assassins away from Charger.

The dark void void around suddenly ceased, revealing the large, stone room, bigger than the bar by a a moderate amount. The roof was lit by torches that had been made into chandeliers and hung from the ceiling, which made for some interesting lighting. Fine crafted furniture was scattered about the room, laden with fine fabrics and gold. Somepony was making money around here. A several werewolves were lazing about in the furnishings, chatting up the room and clinking a few goblets of wine together. One of them happened to notice the two and waved to him. "Oh hey boss-...wow, you finally nabbed yourself a woman, eh? Well congratulation-" "Stuff it, Vinnie. We got other problems right now. This girl just became the one of deadliest assassins in Ravnica long enough to have her face profiled by the authorities. They're going to be looking for her." "Alright, alright, don't stab me in the face, boss. Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you like, missy!" Malik turns to face Wrenchy. "I'm sorry I got you involved in this, but that's pretty much the situation, as of now. I imagine word will be spreading to your guild..." He hangs his head low. "I'm so sorry..."

As Shadowcloak jumps back down, crossing down to the opposite ally as he heads back towards the bar, he bumps into something Buck! No no, NOT LIKE THIS! Who the hay is even out in these- It was Wrenchy, the girl he did in fact totally blow it with earlier. Things were simply not looking up for him today. But she was crying. His heart ached to see her in tears. "Are you okay?" He asked her, putting his cloak over her in an act of kindness and forgetting about the police when he heard the piercing of air above him. It was the sky patrol was advancing towards them. "You there! Stop where you are, assassin!" He was confused at first, when they weren't pointing the searchlight at him, but at her. Then, it struck it him: the cloak. He grabs her and runs into the nearest, darkest alleyway. His horn glows a vibrant blood red as he runs to the nearest wall. With a roar and a boom, space itself is torn asunder as a dark portal opens on the wall, it's destination seemingly leading to oblivion. "Hang on!" Malik yells, pulling her into the portal with him, barely escaping the authorities by a few seconds. *** "They just...disappeared!" The report went out over the wrist communicator.

Malik disappears into the darnkess of the night. It was time to do his job. A particular Wojek officer has been investigating a nearby district where an illegal drug was being produced, and it was his job to stop him. For good. No questions asked. Asking questions only gets a man killed. Getting killed doesn't pay. Getting people killed does. But this wasn't a simple kill-and-stash hit, oh no, they wanted the whole of Ravnica to see his corpse. And Malik was happy to oblige. The assassin peered from the rooftop of a house, a few blocks away from the bar, watching his prey come back in his patrol. He silently unsheathed his daggers, getting ready to drop down for the kill- She took her helmet off. Malik froze. She was young. Barely spent a year as an adult, he'd imagine. Very beautiful too, simply too beautiful to kill...but he had to. It was a necessary evil, and if he didn't do the job he was tasked with...he could end up getting killed. But to kill her in such away as he requested...monsters. A man, he could understand, but a woman...that was the ultimate sin. The pony gnashed his teeth, disgusted by the fact he even considered killing her, even if unintentionally. But did he still have an choice- ...Where did his dagger go? As if in answer, a loud clang is heard below, and he looks down to meet the gaze of the officer. Buck. "Assassin!" She yelled into whatever device she was using to communicate with the other officers, disclosing their location. The assassin quickly darted away, his footsteps sounding off from the roofsteps and into the night. All he had to do was keep running. Just keeping running.

"Yes actually." His voice came from behind her, with a dagger pointing at her throat. This was a very perplexing situation. Here he was, on the ground, yet he was also behind her, with a dagger at her throat. "You are looking very lovely tonight. Also, I'd like to remind you to be wary of the people you meet. You may never know who they might be." The assassin does not grin. "They could be your enemy, or..." Malik presses the dagger's tip closer to her throat, then taking it away and presenting her a very luminescent bundle of flowers. "Your friend." He says, bowing to her apolegetically and giving her the flowers before walking slowly outside, not in any rush, his clone on the ground disappearing in smoke. Once again, he blew it. He kicked a rock outside the bar, angry with himself. The assassin was finding it very hard to find someone he was interested in without offending them. He sat there and stared up at the night, sighing and kicking more rocks away from himself. He didn't care what guild they were from, screw politics, he just wanted to find someone to love. Being alone was taking its toll on him.

Malik let out a breath as the Judge left, slumping down on the counter and sighing in relief. "Thank god he's gone..." He perked his ears back to Wrench, smiling, and he takes his hood off, revealing his dark blue-ish coat, white mane and red eyes. "Wrenchy, eh? It's cute name." Malik chuckles, his vibrant, blood red eyes glowing in the light. "I'm Shadowcloak. A pleasure to meet you, Wrenchy." He shakes her hoof, and leans in to whisper. "And yes, I'm single." The drow pony winks at her, laughing out loud and drinking a larger portion of his peach wine.

"Oh...a pity. I would have loved trying out your handicraft." He purses his lips, a bit disappointed. But then he grins. "What if one were, say, go missing for no apparent reason?" Malik chuckles, taking another hit of his peach wine. "Even for juuust a little while?" He nudges her in the side and...well it looks like he's winking, but you can't tell behind the hood over his eyes.

"A dragon? ...Say, I could use something like that..." He grins. "You manufacturing them? I think I might just cut you a deal." Malik eats a bunch of the samples, almost like a mad man. He hasn't eaten much tonight, a mistake on his part, and he's been getting incredibly hungry. "I could also pay you for any future gadgets you make that I may need use for, and help fund you for any resources you would require obtaining for these gadgets, if that's what you need." He says after swallowing. "Mmh, delish."

Malik helps her off the ground, helping her onto her seat and sitting down next to her, grabbing his mug of...wine? He takes a swig, noting her remark. "And you got bigger pea shooters?" He grins, nudging her in the side with his elbow. The conversations was helping him forget about the Judge three seats down. Hopefully he wouldn't get suspicious of the fact that his cloak was pretty much covering most of his face. "So, you dig firearms, eh? That's pretty cool." The drow pony bring the mug to his lips and takes another hit. Sweet peach wine...

Right then, now we just need the others!

Not if I win first! XD

Malik Shadowcloak jolts and looks up from his seat at the bar, his black cloak covering his eyes and hair, then back down to his drink, his bored-looking expression unchanging. Buck...is that the Judge?! He looked back up to see Wrench and gives a slight wave to her, smiling. "Don't be shy, come on in! Have a drink, kick back and relax!" Malik leans back, only to fall over onto his spine, laughing in pain. Malik may look like a nice guy, but he's actually one of the most ruthless, and lethal assassins in Ravnica. True, he may not be the best, but he sure hasn't failed a job yet, and his reputation has been going up as of recent. And he loved it. Of course, anyone who has seen him before ended up in coffins at their own funerals. His assassin name is Nyte Dagger, and his success in the business has allowed him to form a small mafia, mainly comprised of his ecentric werewolves friends, Vinnie, Dimitri, Valerd, Hanz, and a few others her can't remember. They help out on his assassinations from time to time, and he splits the profits evenly between each one that helps them, but they don't usually care since they're already making their own profits off of debtors in Ravnica. They're the best friends a drow pony could have. As an assassin, Malik is also part of the Cult of Rakdos, but he doesn't harbor any hatred towards the other guilds like his family does, and neither does the mafia he runs. At the end of the day, as long as he has a bit of coin of pocket, everything's fine. His cutie mark, covered up by hs cloak, his a hooded figure with two daggers, leaping to a strike.

Well if anything's going to get broken, it's probably Shadowcloak's bones. Against Pantheon that is. Then again, Shadow's pretty good at running away.

Shadow unsheathed his sharp, nasty looking twin daggers. "Daggers." He merely said.