Go check the signups, please. Narrowleaf's chains jingled as he pulled a cart, trying to ignore the rich unicorns and pegasi inside. He could see the mansion's roof, the only thing seperating him from the destination was a long, dusty trail. Narrowleaf sighed, then pulled the heavy cart onward.
Pinkly sat, perched atop a roof. He had evaded the guards agaun. He was there. A middle-class pegasus with assassin training. He had one ambition, and that was to kill the authority behind all of this madness, ending it. Too bad the guards had heard about it. "If only people spoke my name in a good light...maybe I'd be able to do what I want...maybe we'd all be free." He mused, turning to see another assassin. "Haven't I killed enough of you already? Just tell me who sent you and you can get your money." He sighed. The assassin lunged, slowly enough to be dodgeable. "Your funeral!" Pinkly yelled, bucking the assassin to the other end of the roof.
Before pinkly could finish him off an arrow zoomed into the poor hating assassins neck. From Robin hoof who was on a nearby building a green mask and hood covering his face. All Robin did was nod and gallop off back to his mansion to tick off lord FancyVain from his list who he had assassinated an hour earlier. That assassin was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. on the arrow it simply said property of Earl R.H
Power Surge flipped through the little book he had picked up, looking for anything of worth. Finding nothing of interest, he tosses it away and replaces his rod by his side. Power continued his search by dropping down and sniffing the ground, snorting as he did so. Tonight, Power planned to strike it rich.
Narrowleaf turned to see the chaos on the roof. "Probably another robbery." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. "...Freedom..."
Pinkly cut the slave chains. "Get out of here. You're free for now. I may need you again later, so don't go getting killed like these guys!" He yelled, slashing all of the spoiled ponies' necks. He flew off in pursuit of the assassin who had saved him.
Robin heard something below sounding like oppression or maybe even ignorance. So he Decided to use his outlaw vision spotting a lone pony with a cart. Waiting for the best moment to pounce. Which he did landing in the cart. - - Auto Merge - - He then noticed a guy banding on his door. "psst over here , jump in".
Pinkly jumped in the cart, narrowly avoiding being detected by guards. "Why do you keep helping me?" He asked the rogue in front of him.
"my ancestors were sworn to protecting the poor while being rich for 1500 years and I wish to continue that honour, duty, service and destiny even if it kills and ends the Hoof bloodline".
"But I'm not poor..." Pinkly muttered. A gust of wind picked up. "Can we go somewhere warm, please? I have a home, but the guards will catch me if I go back there..." He asked the rogue. "We can get aquainted when we're safe..." He decided.
Pinkly jumped out of the cart. He walked to the front and put the second set of reigns over his own head. "These are supposed to be carried by two ponies. I killed those tyrants. Why didn't you want to be free?" He asked the slave pony.
Seeing his big chance, Monochrome slipped out into the street as soon as the guards passed his small alley by. The ruckus on the rooftops gave him the perfect opportunity to check for any bodies with weapons or bits. The life of a thief was all he knew, and he intended to keep it that way for now. He kept thinking this to himself as he slowly crept towards the cart nearby. The perfect place to hide a body of high value, for certain.
Monochrome suddenly stopped. Voices on the street at this hour? He looked at the cart he intended on looting, and saw his mistake. There were no dead bodies there. Only living ones. In his attempt to slip back into the shadows, he slipped on the wet pavement and crashed into the stack of crates next to him. "Uh oh" was the only thing he could slip out in his panicked state as he turned to look at the cart.
"Hang on." Pinkly said, dashing away.A few seconds later, he was behind Monochrome, a knife at his throat. "Out of the alleyway." He ordered.
With the knife tickling the front of his throat, Monochrome followed his orders explicitly. He paused trying to keep his footsteps in order with the pony behind him, definitely not wanting to spend the rest of his night with a slit neck.
Sprite watched from above, her raven wing colored mane blowing in the wind. She had an air of casualty around her, and she smirked a little, watching them bicker.
Pinkly kicked him to the ground. "What were you doing?" He demanded, retracting the knife. "Don't run. You know I'll catch you. Just answer." Pinkly ordered strictly.
