Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

(excuse me i'm just dropping a profile here and then im gone till i get the go ahead)

(Name: Krista Pearce
Nickname:Grey Fox
Age: 19
Appearance: Dark grey hair, shoulder-length. Pale skin. Blind in her left eye (like how Nick Fury's looks.) Her eyes are dark brown
Personality: Cold. Doesn't let people get close to her. Logical to the point of wanting to hit yourself for not realizing something. Argumentative
Secret personality: She is insanely touch-starved. Is honestly terrified at the thought of being abandoned. Believes love is stupid. Is literally the worst at keeping a straight face when someone tells a dirty joke.
Background: She was raised in the streets, became a master thief. Sometimes was hired by people to do their dirty work. She got caught stealing something from one of the Assassins. They threw her in a cell to question her. She managed to pick the lock, get out, AND steal what she came for. Only for her employer to throw her out without her pay, and to call the cops on her. She killed him. She returned to the guild with the stolen item and info as to why her employer targeted them, as some sort of peace-offering. She joined not too long after that.
Hobbies:Whittling. She can also sing, but the last person to point that out no longer has ears.
Fav weapons: Her daggers, Agatha and Aetherius :https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/elderscrolls/images/d/d9/M_DaedricDagger.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/700?cb=20170119165139. Also uses garrote wire
Most skilled at: Lockpicking, moving silently. Climbing.
Pet: A black furred mouse named Riddle)

(Anyone on?)

(Hello! For the thing between Zhavia and Zoe idk,)

( I REALLY LIKE YOUR CHARACTER!)

(cool charactor!)

( Trick can our characters be friends?)

(lol. thanks for the character love :P)

(No seriously I want to be friends with your character.)

(I'm back ya'll)

(sup?)

(hellooo)

(YAY let us continue!)

(Not much. Well, Zhavia is going to somehow to end up on the roof where Zoe is)

(Actually its called heartbreak.)

She watches as Alexander went off to finish his new masks. "Now I'm bored" She walked inside and found something that might keep her busy for awhile. "I'll just clean up oil" Noe she just needs to find a mop or something. "I'm pretty sure there was a storage room on the roof." Zhavia heads to the roof, so she can have something to do.

(That's the best I could come up with for now.)

(screw it im gonna perform a *satanic ritual to summon a firesky)

(*may or may not include satan )

(Joins in the ritual.)

(screw it im gonna perform a *satanic ritual to summon a firesky)

(*may or may not include satan )

(Want me to help. Two is better than one)

(screw it im gonna perform a *satanic ritual to summon a firesky)

(*may or may not include satan )

(Want me to help. Two is better than one)

(Im here for the ritual!)

(screw it im gonna perform a *satanic ritual to summon a firesky)

(*may or may not include satan )

(Want me to help. Two is better than one)

(Im here for the ritual!)

(count me in as well)

Zoe didn't bother to look up at a door opening. Cant I get some peace?

"Ah," Was the only thing Zhavia could get out. She wanted to ask more about the journal but was still mad at her "I'm just here for a mop. So, just ignore me like you have been for the last month."
(I feel like would have been a month by now)

"No I'm just reading, I have no intentions of ignoring you now, so do what you like." Zoe said, not taking her eyes off her book.

"I don't think you should have ignored me in the first place" She shrugged looking through a closet of junk. Seriously how much stuff do have and not use in here? "But, whatever."

"You don't understand a thing. And no I wasn't ignoring you." Zoe said bitterly.

"I read your journal," Still going through the junk that had built up over time. "So, I do understand a little. Your the one who doesn't understand me,"

"I don't suppose you read what happened after." Zoe hissed as she put the book down before kicking a shingle off the roof.

No, I didn't." She gives up on finding the mop and runs a hand through her hair "If you'd like you can tell me. I'm just tired of you feeling sorry for yourself when you aren't the only one who has been through a bunch of crap, Zoe,"
(I wanted to say a different word but wasn't sure if we could swear on here)

Zoe turned and looked at her. "Why are you talking to me then? I'm dealing in my own buisness, go and take your own crap somewhere else then."