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Calamity pulled down his hood, his silver hair was met by a young face. A genetic disorder that made no difference. It had been white since he was sixteen, greying as he aged since age two. He let his bangs cover his left eye and he looked back toward Charlotta after putting the book away.
"Calamity Donatién, may I ask of yours?"
He answered and asked in a calm but gentle tone, unlike what he'd normally speak like towards other brothers.

Calamity nodded and loaded in more crossbow bolts. He patted her on the back and started to walk toward the door. He grinned and slipped his hood back on.
"Well Charlotta, guards may be roaming the streets, we should leave now to avoid capture or interrogation."

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Calamity lept up onto the windowsill, he climbed out and stratled onto a horse. He trotted alongside Charlotta with a weary feeling as there could be cavalry all around the area.
"So, where to?"
He asked with a steady voice despite the fact that he hated trailing by horseback.

Considering that he didn't have anything to do, he nodded and forced the horse into a trot that kept an even pace with Charlotta's.
The faster I get off this thing, the better
He thought in his head and noted the fact that she said 'Templars'.
"How many Templars did your informant mention?"

Calamity grinned, he had a plan of his own. He looked at Charlotta and kept a calm face.
"I have a plan, what if we assassinated two of them... And infiltrated the Templar's domain disguised as them... Escorted by the one who is left, however."
Calamity sighed and looked at his white clothing, he looked back to glance at Charlotta.
"We're going to have to change both our clothing an the way we speak..."
He noted and kept the horse from veering off course.

Calamity shrugged and opened his cloak, inside were a fair amount of poison darts that fit into his hiddenbow. He showed the otherside that had several throwing knives in it.
"Aye sister, but we musn't take them lightly...

From now on, call me Desmond.
He said with a well disguised British accent, he knew that some Templars came from the depths of England so he kept it at that.

'Desmond' nodded and looked around, he opened his hidden bow and took out the crossbow bolts, he then inserted the poisoned darts and clicked the mechanism shut. He waited for the moment until they reached the town to speak once more.

Desmond jumped off his horse and landed on the ground, pointing his wrist at the male Templar. He fired off a poison dart using his hidden bow and it pierced his abdomen, the man fell to the ground and was slowly dying. Desmond noticed the woman was beginning to run and aimed a dart for her leg. He looked at 'Elizabeth' and signaled her to take her out before the crowd took notice. Desmond dragged the male's body into an alleyway and dressed in the light cloaks and robes. He knew it was armored inside though it didn't look it. It was slightly anger inducing wearing the red cross on his chest. In all, he looked like a Templar version of a typical assassin's outfit. He waited for Elizabeth to finish before exiting the alleyway, the Templar's body was in his old robes, the weapons were already transferred. He was wearing both his hidden blade and hidden bow on either arm. His cloak was longer than he was used to, flapping more as he ran than usual. He felt the considerable weight difference too; with that, he took off some of the armor around non-vital areas and tossed them on a rooftop. He was fully dressed in Templar gear, as he dragged the body of the 'assassin' covered in blood.