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Ankh pursed his lips but listened as the female began to speak about the parameters of his mission and the use of discretion. Had she recruited the right man? Did she not just see that he literally boiled a man down to the bone using a powerful acid-based magical spell? Perhaps that was the way it was meant to be all along. Not that it mattered much now. His magic allowed him to use a variety of different magics through the use of gambling, through the use of rolling an ethereal dice and letting it choose what he would do.

He had a little control over it, of course. But not as much as he would if he wasn't still wounded from fighting that young man with the binding magic. He was once a powerful demon after-all, too bad fate decided he had to start from scratch. Taking the map in hand he did little beyond wink at the nothingness as she vanished. Damn she was fast...scarily so. Though he wanted to showcase to her that he was more than just a one trick pony. There would be no need to teleport. There were other ways to accomplish traversal issues.

He'd take a step into the village casually, looking about the paper without much of his attention going to anyone else. He tried his best to keep the sides of buildings while staying on the road, so that he didn't draw attention to himself. It didn't take long before he would find himself ducking off to the side streets, waiting patiently and letting fate decide if he would be caught, risking his luck more and more as he ran at inopportune times, casually building himself a bit of karma as he moved in a reckless, though exhilarating manner. The bastard.

By the time he reached the abode, he would finally have a chance to use his magic. Watching a man walk around the side of the building, almost catching him, he tossed the dice at high speeds at the man and watched as he popped out of existence. Appearing a few dozen meters away from the village over forty feet into the air, plummeting to his death out of sight and out of mind from the villagers whom went about their business, what little business that was. Closing his eyes he rolled, Transformation! He became the man he just killed.

He seemed disgusted as he made his way into the complex, no one questioned his arrival. As if he was just another guard on duty. Reaching the outside of the room in which the target was located...he told the guards at the gate that he was here to swap shifts early. A gamble, but it paid off. Each man seeming thankful that they got to head off to the town's only drinking hole to cool off. With potential obstacles removed, he entered the chamber. Walking closer towards the target. He held off on attacking, charging up his potential strike. "Sir."

500 W | 500 T
OOC: I sped it up, no worries. <3

HP: 100 | MP: 75

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 25
DEF: 00
AC: 10
HEAL: 00
STAM: 10
Level: 01

MAGIC.

Defense
Attack 1. Hit or miss.
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: ??
Conditions: ??

Offense
Charge UP. [1/2]
— Attack Roll: tba
— Condition Roll: n/a
Charge Up. [1/2] (Counts for both a Standard and a Bonus.)
— Effect: ??
Potential damage: ##

MP used: 25
MP regenerated: 00

Inventory
ITEM NAME: Spiked Choker
TIER: 1
ITEM DESCRIPTION: A choker that does nothing so far. But it might do something in the future. Oh ho

All that mattered in the end was the coin toss. Fate was the only deciding factor in if people got to live or die. Nothing else mattered. Even the impossible could be achieved if the statistical advantage was on your side. That was how so many people survived falls from heights so high that they should have perished on contact with the ground. It was all luck...and when it came to Luck, few gave as many fucks as Ankh Khonsu. He was a man that dedicated his entire existence to serving the whims of the unknown. It was his path.

Perhaps that was why the man didn't care about the contents of the mission at hand, only in fulfilling the card that he had pulled out of the deck of tarot cards that he often kept at his side. He had lost his original deck...which had been a holder magic that allowed him to do some pretty unique things. He knew he would find it in the future again if he was meant to have it. But for now he had to rely on his own pure caster magic abilities. A shame really. Without his magic he felt quite empty. Though he hardly cared.

"Goddamn that cat-suit really makes your butt look amazing." The fanged one stated as he stepped through the voidless nothing behind his compatriot. Traversing the endless scope of space through the use of his dice was trivial to the man. Teleportation was as simple as a dice roll for himself. Not that it mattered all that much how he got here. He had seen her leg sticking out of the darkness as he approached her, so he relocated to get a better view. It was a simple choice after all. "Lets get this party started, what is the plan?" Hilarious.

He didn't have to do much to prepare for this mission. They were meant to kill a bastard whom attempted to cheat someone out of a deal. Something that struck a personal cord with the Ankh...given that he was a man that consistently proved to be honorable. He might be a sadistic murderer, but he had morals...standards. He wouldn't allow any tomfoolery on his watch. Looking over towards the ravishing physically gifted specimen accompanying him, he spoke up yet again. "This shouldn't take us too long, but don't worry. I'm not as reckless as I look."

outfit | 400 W | 400 T
Tsubaki Moon