Cyra was red, bright bright red. Stuttering slightly, "V-Virote?!" She lowered her voice and hissed, "We are in public darling." She put her face in her hands and breathed in and out, in and out. She coughed and looked up and out over the stage, "It looks like Hamlet in about to start luv." Cyra snuggled closer to Virote and smiled happily as the curtains rose and the play began again.

This play was rather good, the only thing ruining it? The assassins that were ," Sttempting to creep up on her and Virote. Apparently they weren't good at all. She sighed, she had seen three of them, she thought there might be at least one more. She causally dropped her binoculars, "Oops, that was careless of me," She whispered.

She bent down and instead of grabbing her binoculars, she slipped out her dart gun. She aimed and the dart hissed out sand stuck the assassin in the neck, the second dart hit the assassin above the stage, and the third dart hit another assassin. She grimaced, it looked like it went through their ear. She sighed lightly as she listened for the fourth assassin. Cyra wanted the last one alive.

Cyra smirked as Virote disappeared and reappeared just a few minutes later. I'm fine darling, but we should have left one alive to figure out who was after us." She smiled and kissed Virote on his cheek, "Thank you though darling, it was sweet of you." Cyra stretched slightly, sighed and whispered, "What would you like to do after the play?"

Cyra was playing with one of her knives, grinning she spoke, "Well, darling I say we go find the idoit that thought they could get away with this. It will be, fun." She chuckled darkly as she got up. "Shall we invistagate further darling?"

"Ugh, his face, it's, it's, it's covered in pimples." (OOC: Couldn't resist anticlamitic) Cyra winced, "That is so gross." She reached down and ruffled through the guys pockets and her expression went livid. "Virote, darling, either these boys are local or cheap knockoffs. Methinks there local." She sniffed, "And, their weapons are shoddy too. Even more of a clue." Cyra moved over to the next body and ruffled through his pants pockets. She sighed as she held up yet another symbol. "I don't think Paris wants us here darling, this one is from a different local orginazation." She frowned as she reached the next body and there was yet another symbol. "Alright, I highly doubt that more then two orginazations could work together. We are being set up. My guess its our own syndicate." She sighed, "Just what we don't need."

Cyra nodded and they soon arrived via flight to Rose Noir. She was set down lightly on her feet. Glancing over at Virote her mind went into overdrive, it would be nice to use her 'gifts'. But, Virote had never seen her use them, heck she wasn't even sure if he knew that she had them. Perhaps another day then, she would be fine with her knives. Plus, there was always the enemy's weapons as well.

They moved swiftly into one of the hq's and Cyra moved silently to a guard and placed her kris against his neck. "We would like to see your boss please. No games, I won't like it very much it," she grinned maliciously. The guy gulped and pointed towards a room at the end of the hallway. "Good," Cyra moved the kris away from his neck. "Thank you so much for your help, but I'm afraid that you need to be sleeping at the moment." She then pressed down on a pressure point on his neck and smirked as he dropped to the floor. She turned to Virote and motioned to the door down the hall. "Shall we?"

Cyra winced and sighed inwardly as she stepped in the room and placed her hand on Virote's arm. Meaning, behave. "Look, we just want to know if you sent an assassin after us. Or if you were hired. Either answer would be good in the next minute, it also decides whether you live or die." She smiled evilly at the puny little boss, who fell over stuttering and whimpering. Pathetic.

"Yes I was hired but it was by another french orginization! I believe they also attacked you!!" He fell to his knees, "Please forgive us, Miss Cyra! We are horrible and deserve punishment!"

"Hush, and stop your groveling fool. You told me what I needed to know and the fact that you know my name means someone powerful was behind this." She looked up at Virote, "Let's go. We'll leave them unharmed, for now." Her last words were ominous.

Cyra paused, she hadn't seen the last assassin till Virote had caught him, what if she had been nothing but a ruse? "Virote I think I was just a ruse to get to you. I don't think the assassins were after me. I'll know for sure after the next stop. I think my parents are up to their tricks again." She sighed and her hold on Virote's arm tightened slightly then loosed itself. " My apologies darling."

Cyra sighed and snuggled closer to Virote. In less then a half hour they arrived and Crya slammed the front door of the Velvet Masks hq. "Get me the boss right now. No if and or buts, otherwise this place will be blown to bits," Cyra snarled. She wasn't in the mood to smooth talk, a woman in a dress and really pissed off was not a good combination. A door was banged open and a man moved out of the room quickly. Cyra pretty much pounced on him. "Why the hell did you send assassins after me!?" Her dagger moved swiftly to his throat, "Speak now or you die."

Cyra's eyes narrowed into slits, "Really, I find this to be funny. They told you it would be easy to take us out. Or did they have a spefic person in mind?" The little man found himself backed against the wall her hand squeezing the life out of him. "I don't like you. I will give you one last chance to speak the truth." Cyra released her chokehold slightly and he gasped out, "We were told to kill the male. And if the female posed a problem then to cull her too. We don't know the name though. I swear it!" He slumped backwards gasping. Cyra threw him to the ground. "Let's go and deal with this group."

The little man started stuttering again. Cyra grimaced, "I suggest you tell us everything and now before I decide to kill you and all your puny, pathetically annoying assassins now." He gasped, "The only thing I was able to grasp was that they were from an asain country." His eyes went huge, "They looked a lot like you both. I was also able to figure out that they are very powerful. One of them had a vines tattoo around their wrist. I noticed it when I was handed the money. It looked like there might have been tiny rose buds around it as well." He gulped and looked down at Cyra's feet.

Cyra sighed and looked over at Virote, "What do you think we should do with this vermin?" That information was enough to tell them both that their own syndicate was playing games again.

Cyra smirked, Virote was right. She took out one of her knives and slew the stupid leader assassin. She snorted as a few of them ran right towards her, just making it easier for her to kill them all. In a short five minutes, they were all taken care of. Her and Virote flew back to Rose Noir. But it looked the Syndicate had been one step ahead of them. "What should we do now luv?" Cyra was getting unhappily confused as to whether to follow Virote or her parents at this point. Really confused....

Cyra sighed unhappily, "We already know that my parents made the attempt on your life. So quit acting like you don't know it." She turned away from him, "I don't know what to do at the moment. Perhaps we should just go back to the syndicate and wait to see if they try anything there." Cyra wanted to scream, yes she loved Virote but she also loved her parents. Life, just confusing, very very confusing at the moment.

Crya winced unhappily and took his jacket and put it on. She knew that her words would upset Virote, but she wanted to confront her parents, alone. After being dumped uncermoniously on her feet, she watched in sorrow as Virote paused at the window and left. She sighed and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. About ten minutes later she reemerged, clean and in a new outfit. It just so happened that she was wearing her assassination outfit. The one that she had made for special occasions. The one that no one knew about. She made her way out the window after checking that no skin or any of her features were seen. She even had a small pair of goggles that covered her eyes.

She dropped out the window and made her way along the ledge to get below her parents room. She knew of all the alarms and had disabled all the ones outside. She swung herself upwards and balanced for a few seconds on their ledge, before making her way inside their room. After disabling their alarms inside and having them be reset to activite in one minute, she made her way their bedroom. She calculated that they would be back in two minutes. She also knew that they didn't turn their lights on right away. She went back out to the living area and settled by the door after taking two of her knives out and concealing them slightly against her body.

Her parents finally came through the door laughing and giggling. That was cut short by a knife being delicately placed against each of their throats. "I suggest neither of you move, what I want are answers. I will kill you however if necessary. You sent crappy assassins after two of your own, why?" Her father growled, "Why should we tell you?" Cyra laughed, "I'm holding the knives against you throats, I wouldn't hesitate to answer." With that she pressed both of the knives deeper into their throats, a thin trickle of blood made its way down their necks. Her father coughed slightly, "Alright, we sent assassins after my daughter and our son in law to be." He grumbled, "As you will ask why, well we don't like him and if he proves himself better than our daughter. Well, he will take place as the leader instead of her." Cyra growled, "You both are disgusting, any other reasons?" Her mother spoke, "We don't want our daughter to be upstaged." Crya snarled, "Frankly, you both sound like failures to your child." With those words she sliced deeper into their throats and slammed their heads together knocking them out. She didn't slice deeply enough to kill them, but enough to leave a scar.

Cyra sheathed her knives and made her way to the window, before exiting she activated one of the alarms so security would be their in two minutes. She went out the window and swung down to the lower ledge and made her way quickly to her room and shedded her clothes and got into her silk pjs just as the alarms sounded a minute after her exiting her parents room. She ran up the steps and was their shortly after security, "What happened?!" Her eyes darted around the area looking for Virote as well.

Cyra wasn't surprised when Virote landed next to her. "It seems like my parents were attacked." She pointed at their necks and the blood dripping down them. "Intriguing, very intriuging indeed." Cyra's eyes narrowed slightly as her parents waved everyone off and waited till everyone was gone. They walked slowly over to the couple.

Her mother bowed to Virote and shamefully spoke, "Virote, we are deeply sorry. Yes it was us who ordered the assassins to take you out." Her father also bowed and spoke as well, "We knew that it was very likely they wouldn't succeed, but that is no excuse. None what so ever." Cyra's mother and father both got down on their knees as tears filled their eyes. They bowed, "Daughter, future son in law, please forgive us. We have wronged and shamed you both." Cyra was completly speechless.