Sire stood still, waiting for his assassin's to assemble before him, oh how did it wretch his gut, all of this waiting and anticipation. If these people let him down, it could very well be his head. After all that was the oath he took.

If i shall ever fail my duties, of serving, protecting, and watching over those in my charge, may the price be my life, may god strike me dead.

If he failed this inspection, he very well did that, and right now, all of the old assassin's where already her, but there was not a single new initite. "Before, i die, i swear some are gonna be dead before me." he growled.

daigon jogged up to sire and bowed "sir we are almost done kosen and delilah are putting the last touches on the dining hall we have completed all the tasks you asked and delilah helped put on some extra touches"





(im doin a little time skip sorry but with our current pace we would be done in like 3 weeks)

Ronin walked in shortly after Daigon, his manner seemed quite calm. With a smile he walked up and nodded to Sire. "Hello my good Sirs!" he called enthusiastically.
"We are glad to show you the most simple, and most elegant rooms you have ever seen!" he cried out as he neared them. He then smiled to Sire. "Hello Mr. Sire" he said.
"Please, Come this way" he said with a grin. " Delilah will be joining us soon." he said as he gestured for Sire to follow with a huge gesture that was completely overkill.
"Daigon, How about you start our tour." He said, calling his friend to the front of the line.

daigon glanced at sire and then at kosen then back again "well if sire wishes it then i will gladly give him a tour... so sire would you like to see our work?"

Sire cracked his neck, and simply tossed his hair out of his face, his metal eyes glaring at the two inities. "Yes now show me, what you've done, but make it quick, i'm was expecting the assassins i sent on a mission to be back today also," And with that he turned towards the seasoned Assassin's who stood in formation. "Don't let the moon shine." He called and they nodded dissappearing from their site.

As soon as he was sure they where all gone, he turned towards Daigon and Ronin. "Okay, don't make me wait, go on," He ordered and his eyes drifted towards one of the few men, who was taller than him. Sometimes he would find himself grinning at this fact, but kept it supressed. They seem so happy... Sire thought to himself, as she stroked his chin. I wonder how long they are going to keep these smiles.

"So...Where is your work..."

"yes sir sire i hope you will be pleased" he bowed again and walked sire into the library the first room of their four room journey "we cleaned all the floors clean enough for a king to eat off of" he gestured to the books "kosen and delilah took the liberty in going over every book to be sure they were in order" this wasnt quite true daigon had done his fair share but he wanted to help his friends out in how sire viewed them "and we did slight decorating to every inside room not enough to make the frenchman suspicious but enough to impress him..." he stopped in the center of the library where the windows offered the most complimenting light "so what do you think so far sire" he asked hoping he would not disappoint

Sire scratched the back of head as he exaimed teh work they had done. To be perfectly clear they had gone a little overboard, which could be a good things and a bad thing. He asked for no decorating he just wanted the place clean. Sire walked around surveying every little inch.

"Looks like you've done an adequate job," Sire sighed as walked back towards the other two. "Now if you dont mind, may i ask why you decided to go otherwise overboard in this task?"

Sire sat down on a nearby windowsill, "While sometimes taking the extra initive to cover your tracks, which you seem to have done so clearly here, can be the difference between life or death, if you take the effort to cover your tracks the crime becomes more obvious."

"Very well, good job," He said slightly annoyed.

Kosen listend to Sire's words, they made perfect sense, and that is why he made sure that the decorations would be simple to remove. With a smile he nodded towards Sire. "Sir, are you saying that you wish for us to remove the Decorations?" he asked grinning a bit, motioning to Diagon with his eyes, he then tossed his head towards a long drape that was held up with by a pair of arrows. Behind the drape would be a set of ropes, each attached to a thin peice of metal wire that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and impossible to be seen unless it was looked for. Each of these wires spiderwebbed across the ceiling and attached to a banners arrows. with a swift tough on each rope the banner would fall, leaveing the wall bare, and less decorative

"It would be no difficulty to remove these, I will slimply store them in my dorm." he said with a smie on his face, He had planed for this, he didn't want the decorating to be compleatly obvious. " often, when you try to cover your tracks, its easer to point the blame in another direction, then erase it compleatly. If anyone asks, my room is simply a mess."

daigon smiled ronin had been a huge help on this indeed he would inform sire of this later on he wanted sire to know of his helpfulness but he didnt want to go and make him get cocky or he might get sloppy "i apologize if you disagree with the decorations they were my idea to put up i just figured sense the visitor was french he would appreciate a little bit of decorations but if you wish with ronins plan we could easily take them all down and store them within 10 minutes thanks to ronins plan" ronins plan here was especially genius indeed if he had not been here it would take atleast 2 hours to remove all the decorations

Sire sighed as he scratched his elbow. He had to give them some credit, after all they had completed the task he required of them, but oh how he did loath to give compliments. “The Job you did is adequate and will do, even if was done by amateurs,” Sire said as he looked around and then sighed as he heard a distant and familiar call of a horn. “Fuck, already he is here…” He muttered to himself and then turned quickly to face his new initiates. “Follow me now, and make decency of yourself! Damn it,” Sire said motioning quickly for them to follow with the flick of his wrist.

He glided outside not caring about how the hall looked anymore and not even bothering to glance back and make sure they were following him. Instead his steel eyes where focused on the door, and he didn’t bother to wait for someone to open the door and instead swung open them himself, and he shielded his eyes as the sunlight invaded the dark corridors of the monastery.

“ACHMED!” Came a loud deep voice, and Sire felt himself wince as a young man, maybe a few years older than Sire, leapt from a carriage decorated in a ridiculous fashion of a noble. The man ran towards Sire, his arms stretched open as to great him with a hug, but Sire’s response towards the display of affection was a swift kick in the gut quickly dropping the man to his needs.

“ALEXANDER, YOU DO NOT USE THAT NAME IN FRONT OF MY WARDS!” Sire yelled, showing a unorthodox position of himself, as Sire blew his hair out of his face.

“Aw, but little Sire, is that anyway to talk to one of your best friends,” The man now known as Alexander sighed as he sat up, and whipped away his long brown hair that had fallen askew from his pony tail. His eyes drifted towards a few faces he had never seen before and his eyes lit up in wonder. “So these must be the renowned recruits. Never before has a head of a monastery taken the time to train initiates personally, they must be very happy indeed.”

Sire’s face paled as he struck a blow to Alexander’s head. “WELL THEY DIDN’T KNOW THAT MORON!” He yelled, and then turned towards the two who followed him. “These are two who are under my personal care. Ronin, Diagon. Come. Alexander meet them. Alexander is second in command of the French assassin bureau, he is known as a prodigy he is. Three of my others are off, and a few are with the others,”

Alexander nodded as he listened and singled Daigon out. “Can this be my assassin for my stay?”

Sire shrugged obviously not interested anymore as he looked boredly at Daigon for an answer.

daigon watched this display with hidden amusement not even a smirk would escape his lips, he was far too afraid of what sire would do to show he found the two entertaining.

but when alexander picked him he was shocked. he took a step back and started to speak stuttering at first "w-why yes sir! id be glad to serve you during your stay"he bowed and looked at sire for approval of his decision but quickly stopped, he did not want to seem like a child whos actions needed to be approved or disapproved constantly.

Sire was a tad bit upset that Daigon had chosen to go under Alexander's care, but there was a single thing about his body that gave away his emotions. Then secrative man shrugged as he flipped his hair out of his face one more time as he refused to meet Alexander's eyes. "Well if Daigon agrees than let it be so, but aren't some of your assassin's heading on their way to this place?"

Alexander sighed and shushed Sire as he threw an arm around Daigon. "Now hush Sire, that is a discussion for another time." Alexander turned to the men who drove the coach and issued a command in a language Sire did not fully understand. Alexander always did that to annoy him, as he ran him mouth in the atrosish tongue of the french.

Alexander ignored Sire who was now turned around and was walking towards his office offering a dismissive hand at the both. "So Daigon was it?" Alexander smiled at the boy. "When ever we travel to another monestary it is custom to train one member in the way of our monestary, that way we can assure that is something happened, our hertiage and skill can still be passed on."

Alexander motioned for one of his servants to come over holding a case, and Alexander opened it, as he took out a silver cutlass. "In france, we do things a little differently, we do not use the hidden knives, but instead perfer to leave a mark on our victims. We wish for them to know that it was the Devil's Hand that killed them, though know one knows why we did it, they just know we did."

Alexander tossed the cutlass to Daigon. "Try it out boy, it moves nicer than a thick blade doesn't it." Alexander than gazed up to Sire's office. "Sire is all about the secrets, he trusts no one and that's what keeps him alive. We the french are a little more loving towards our brothers."

Ronin was standing there silent, he looked almost bored. As much as he was impressed with the french man, there was nothing of importance for him here. He looked at Sire. "Sire, Is there anything that you will need of me, or may I be dismissed." he asked with a new air of respect.

{OOC} sorry its short, in school, bell just rang. going to be late.

Sire looked at Ronin lazily and motioned for him to follow as he walked back into the shallow halls of the monastery. His eyes looked around trying to find some sort of thing to occupy his thoughts and he ended up stealing a piece of bread from one of the assassin’s who was walking by. “Well you see Ronin,” He shoved some food in his mouth. “I would like it if you could find someone and pair up with them, or form a trio of sorts with two people.” He shoved more bread in his mouth and his words where slightly muffled. “Alexander, as you just met, is second in command. Maximillion is first and we are having a kind of competition between initiates.”
Sire stopped for a second as he finished slowly. “That’s basically it…” He didn’t even bother looking at Ronin. “Any Questions,” His voice was a little icy because he kind of just wanted to leave.

Kosen looked up to Sire and smiled. "Yes sir. I will make you proud." he said with a grin "I guess I will see you later then" he said as he turned, his cloak whirled around his feet, a smile crossed his face as he walked towards the training ground. //This will be alot of fun// he thought to himself, //its about time I get some compitition around hear.// His reached back and flipped his hood and smiled.