OOC: And now: This...
Two figures wander through the streets of London as the sun sets. Their gray cloaks seemed to attract more attention then divert it, so it was a good thing that most people were off of the street at this time. The two wander past an alleyway. The alleyway happens to be near a bar. There happens to be three young men in this alleyway near the bar. They happen to be drunk and reckless and out of money. "Hey! Could yoosh two comover here?" one of them slurs.
The two figures look at each other, then step into the ally. "Thass right...comon over...yeah..." another says with a stupid grin. "Oi...whash withh da shtick?" the third asks when he sees one of the figures carrying a somewhat ornate looking staff. "That don matter! Nao shudup!" the first one says with a deep frown. He then turns back to the two figures. "So anyway...I wash open yoosh could len me an my frends here som mony...we sheem to be out." he says with a toothy grin.
Again the figures look at one another. "I'm afraid we only have a little money...and I am not so quick to give it to strangers." the taller figure says in a distinctly female voice.
The three men instantly look angry. "Awww comon nao...ya can't be tha hardup fer mony...not with that shhhtick...an that necklace..." the first man says as he pulls an object from his pocket. A strange click is quickly followed by the distinct gleam of metal in the light of a street lamp. "Thash prolly worth somthin..." he says as he grins maniacally. He and his two comrades advance on the figures. The female starts to nervously finger her pendent. "O-oh...y-y-you like my necklace? W-well it is....quite nice..." She takes the hand of her, much shorter, companion as she talks. "I-in fact...I've always found it had the power to...DAZZLE!" As she shouts the last word, the three men are assaulted by a harsh mixture of bright, multicolored lights and loud noises that seem to come from everywhere at once. The smaller figure produces a pole that comes up to about their shoulder and holds it in one hand. Taking careful aim and concentrating, three bolts of white energy fly like arrows at the men and they fall to the ground.
The female figure gives a relieved sigh, then pulls out a knife and walks toward the men on the ground. "...C-c-could we...just...l-leave them?" the figure asks in the voice of a small, frightened boy. The female shakes her head from under her hood as the men already start to stir. She quickly buries the knife into each of the men's hearts, then returns. "There now...that wasn't so bad...right?" she asks, not sounding very convinced herself. The boy looks up at her for a moment, then nods and stands closer to the taller female and the two walk away.