Born to Work Together (Private)

    How can they live like this? A young woman thought to herself, as she strolled through the forest, trying to keep dirt off her thigh-high black 2-inch heel boots, which ultimately was failing. I do not fail. I am Opal! I will not be defeated by some mud, nor a group of half-bloods, nor the universe! I am the queen! This single thought calmed Opal's fury a touch, or at least put it to good use. Leaning against a large oak tree, she took a small notebook from her black jean's pocket and scribbled the notes: 
Forest contains much dirt - ugh! Trees extremely tall with thick canopy. Healthy shrubbery and mosses alike.
    Satisfied, Opal slapped the small 100-page notebook closed and tucked it back into her back pocket, planning on adding it to her ultimate journal, an old leather-bound 400-page notebook that she had been using to carefully organize and record information on the half-bloods, herself being human and from a very... interesting background.
    "I must take over Animalia, I must!" Said a male's gruff voice from somewhere out in the forest. Pulling her gray shirt down a touch and ensuring her single weapon was tucked securely into her holster, she crept along, not minding the dirt so much now that she knew she had someone to use to her advantage.
    Opal, seeing the young man, ducked behind a fallen log, making sure she was down wind of him so he wouldn't be able to smell her - though she doubted he would notice anyway in his fury. Studying him, she noted the claws and removed a 5-inch long from a hidden pouch on her waist and held it warmly in her fist.
    When the half-blood's back was turned, she sneaked out and rested against one of the trees, twiddling her knife between her fingers. She was a skilled marksman, but her even stronger point of combat was knives. Opal had trained with every weapon she could get her fingers on, simply in mind of destroying every half-blood that crossed her path.
    Now, lets see if his reaction to another 'half-blood' with sharp objects is a worthy entry to my journal.

    The black-haired female grinned, knowing she wouldn't have to pretend she was soft. "Well, then," Opal said in a smooth, disciplined voice. "I guess we have a few things in common." Pushing herself to a standing position instead of leaning against the tree, she flipped the knife around her fingers, in one hand. "Opal Strole, and my positions in this world in terms of work will, for the moment, be kept secret, for I'm not stupid." Grinning again, she stepped closer to Logan, ignoring the tingling sense in the back of her assassin mind telling her that she shouldn't be so close to a threat.
     Attempting to clink her knife against the claws in a metal-on-metal sound, she circled Logan, her head tilted on an ever-so-slight angle. "Now, Logan, tell me," she said, finishing her circle. "How do you feel about humans? And be honest."

    Opal was not just a murderer. She was an assassin, and more, having had plenty of practice when it came to telling when someone was feeling something that wasn't them. Pausing and brushing a strand of black hair behind her ears, she pressed into the matters about Rayne and murder. "Rayne? Beautiful name, no?" she said, the question rhetorical. "So who is this Rayne, hm? Friend for foe, or more?"

    Opal smiled widely. "Let's see how you react to this, hm?" she said, stepping back a bit. "I'm purely human. Tell a soul, and well..." Suddenly, in a blur, Opal had thrown her knife into the dead center of the tree furthest from her. Grinning mischievously. "I never miss."

    "In some ways," Opal said evilly, "You read my mind." She laughed a little, not unlike an evil queen would. "I wasn't planning on ruling the half-bloods. Actually, I wanted to kill them all. They murdered my father." She shrugged, retrieving her knife and slipping it back into her waistline pouch. "But I've always enjoyed the idea of being a queen." Opal smiled again, and it was full of mischief. "We'll see. You're right, though. I gather data about half-bloods in general, as well as their secrets. A secret is a sharp dagger, you know. It's money in it's own way."

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    Opal laughed, but in pity. "What I lack in muscle, Mr. Mayhem, I make up for in wits," Opal mused, twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers, marveling as always at it's extreme length. "As much as I want to, I'm not going to expose myself. In fact, we could be watched right now. What I suggest is we scout out a place to build a base. We can't just kill or injure. We must plan." Opal smiled even wider. She felt like a queen already. Logan was pretty hot, she could agree with anyone on that, but she wasn't exactly falling at his feet for his love. In fact, she wasn't really that interested in love at the moment. But then again, she had always felt lonely in her ingenious plans.
    "We'll build it underground. Somewhere secret, far from the academy, but not to hard to get to. And you have to keep in mind that, unless you're going to carry me each time, it will take me at least twice as long to get there, my humanoid self making travel quite difficult."

|Uh, sure. And what's with the thread called "Victim"? I thought we weren't going to injure them..|

|yeah, but I mean, I thought we weren't going to injure anyone yet. Opal is pretty planned. Plus it wouldn't make sense to have two threads going at once. I mean, I'm making the other one right now|