Sir Night

P-O-S-T-E-D

The sitting silhouette remains silent in its posture. The dim candles that lit the room, was not enough to determine the motionless figure. Sir Night, letting his curiosity took over him. Moved the shadows away from the figure. Revealing a ' Love guru ' cardboard that was placed conveniently in the middle of the room. " Typical. " He said disappointedly, while walking away from the small and murky room. " Maybe some other members of the Shadow's Heart then. " He shrugged, as he walked back idly towards the hallway of the apartment. 

The lining portrait on the walls, were like a trail. Showing the wanderers where to go, with its beautiful colors. Sir Night walked gallantly across the hall, desperately searching for an enemy. He wasn't gonna risk missing all the action, the other members would laugh at him if he did. Tap tap tap The sounds of footsteps echoed from across the hall. Then from around the corner, a blonde haired kid suddenly appeared. " Shouldn't have come here, Order of the Black Hand ! " Sir Night chuckled spontaneously by his appearance, it was like prince charming was threatening him  . " One of your members has fallen and you shall be next. " The kid swung his sword wildly, with an intent to end the fight quickly. " Well then-- " He dodged the kid's attacks swiftly, " I shall even the score by killing you " Sir Night held the kid's arm tightly, stopping the kid's constant swinging in the process. Leaving him vulnerable for an attack. >Rest in peace< Sir Night murmured in Arabic, before thrusting his shiny blade straight to the kid's neck.

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You can fight me if you want.

My enemy's no fun either :P

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The spiral void gyrated within the shadow's realm. The scattered dust flew aimlessly through. Following the relentless pressure, that's heading towards the Shadow's Heart hideout. Sir Night landed silently from the plafond. Crouching with one knee raised slightly below his chin. His sharp eyes peered at the end of the hall, where a lacerated ebony door stood. " By the looks of it. That room belongs to Canine. And since he has heightened senses, he knows I'm here " Sir Night smirked in excitement. It was time to kill.

Pulling out his dagger from the pocket on his belt. Sir Night proceeds to walk over to the door. Where several scratch marks was craved as a warning sign. " Should have put a 'do not enter' sign instead " Sir Night muttered, as he kicked the frail door open vehemently. And stepping into the obscure room, where a silhouette sat calmly in the middle of the room. " Umm.... i think I'm in the wrong room. This is Mr. Canine's room right ? or is it yoga class ? " He asked with a cynical intent.

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Headquarters of the Order of the Black Hand

The headquarters was as dark as the night could be. The bats flew out from their caverns, prowling in packs beneath the illuminating moon. Resembling the Order, hunting for their unlucky prey under the murky shadows. The place was silent, absolutely silent. The flaming torch had ceased to light. And the thick gray wall had ceased to stand. It feels like time is slowly aging the place, changing every shape and corner that it came to pass. This Primodial place, is the Headquarters of the Order of the Black Hand. A team of Desperados, that is led by the grim Mortality. And one of its members is the famous, Sir Night.

Sir Night was reading as usual. His thick book looked like something he dug up for. Dust was coating its cover, and the occasional grains of dirt rolled down from the pages, leaving a brown mess in the floor. What was the book his reading ? It was the Journal of Marco Polo. Since its original writer died, the book was now in Sir Night's possession.

But then an annoyance came and upset the reader. Sir Night was again needed. So with a sigh and faded smile, he closed the book. Idly the man stood up, he didn't want to leave his chambers. But duty calls. His cloak slides down into the floor, and the shining armor could once again be seen. Opening the wooden door, Sir Night went out into the hallways.

Sir Night had no idea what's going on. He just walked over to the conference room, where everyone's conversing. " Good. The item we want is a scroll written by a lost civilization. It is in the possession of the team known as the Shadow's Heart. This team is led by the precog Premonition. It is comprised mostly of powerful psychopaths. We will ambush them at their base, kill them all, and take the scroll. We leave immediately. " Mortality said. Before the newbie suddenly interrupted " Right, so where we going ? " he asked. Sir Night mumbled > To my a$$ < in Arabic, before giving him the right answer. " We're going to Orpheus Ziev's apartment, which is now the base of Shadow's Heart. A group of powerful psycopaths. And since Orpheus Ziev, the leader. Is actually a precog, they'll be expecting us. "

" We go back to deal with Jim I suppose. Either Savage will be back or he won't, but there's no point in standing around. " Mortality hollowed his voice. His ghostly arm was coated with flesh and blood, just like his bloodshot eyes that's filled with morbidness and enormity. The wind thrilled at his presence, as if Aeolus was there. Surely, no team could have a better leader than him. For now. " Agreed, now vamos compañeros " Sir Night ordained the others after his brief musing, and walked over back to the delusional cage of Looney Bin Jim.

Sir Night stood silently in front of the cell, while he scrutinized the carved walls. The perforated walls was carved vehemently, into an infinite numbers of apocalyptic possibilities. If any of those were to be solved, then all of us could prepare all of the requirements we need to face off the events. Clank ! The sound of  colliding metal was perceived again, and this time Sir Night knew who it was. " You, you are next. " Savage's groaned with a blood thirsty smile on his face. Swinging his gigantic sword towards Sir Night's head, " Not gonna happen " Sir Night burst into a puff of black smoke.

Appearing not far from Savage's back, Sir Night quickly threw two throwing knife towards Savage and teleported again. This time he appeared in front of Savage, throwing two more throwing knives at him. " Not finish yet " Sir Night then summoned the shadows to hold savage tightly, so he cannot dodge the incoming attack which is now only a few inches from him. " The punishment for betraying the order, IS DEATH !! " Sir Night shouted in an intimidating voice, with his hand pointing at the traitor.