OTHER: Is sort of an assassin for hire? She's part of the Forgottens and sticks to the shadows so she doesn't know that much about Isaac. Basically someone (dundundun) wants her to kill Isaac so they (dundundun) can (try to) emerge as a savior once things get really bad. She's like, "okay whatevs." And thus begins the...quest of stuff for a mysterious stranger? (Dundundun) RP SAMPLE: (I dunno why I keep making these sorry if it sucks and is really dark? :P) It was raining. And there was a cat. Faye entered the warehouse, with a swirl of dark green leaves being left on the floor behind her. She looked up into the shadowed cross-beams, noting a flash of bright eyes. "What do you want this time?" Faye asked, talking to the eyes in the dark. "I want a crown!" It hissed back, and moved, the lithe outline of a cat barely visible against the ceiling. The voice was raspy, almost sounding scarred. "A crown?" Faye asked lazily. "How are you going to get that?" The leaves on the floor billowed, creating eddies of green and gold. Whoever was in the rafters cackled, sounding like sand rushing over river pebbles. "Isn't it obvious? You are going to get it for me. And–" It added, "I don't believe you have a choice." The shadows seethed with hidden cats, occasionally illuminated by the stray tongue of fire, or glimmering ice. The leaves swept faster. Faye spared a glance for the crowd of intruding figures. "You can't intimidate me with the likes of THEM." Some of the cats jeered and shifted. "But since you asked so NICELY....what will I get?" The cat in the rafters jumped onto a tall stack of crates, one leg buckling the slightest bit. "Nothing but eternal gratitude." It said sarcastically. "And of course, your life." The cat leaned out over the crate just enough to show a disfigured muzzle leering over a set of broken teeth. "Do it once that imposter sets things in motion. And silence those rebels if you have the chance, they're not helping things." He leaned back into the darkness. "You have until the next new moon. But I trust you will be finished by then." Faye turned towards the door, walking slowly. "As you wish." She said impassively. "Just remember that threat won't work forever." As she left into the rain, all the leaves on the floor rose again, this time accompanied by new ones, stripping themselves off of branches and bushes. They swept into the warehouse, tidal waves of amber and blood-red, rustling and seizing the cats in the dark. Faye paused outside, raindrops dripping from her necklace and armband. She cocked her head inquiringly, then moved on once she couldn't hear their howls.
