The soft feel of the ground after a long ride on the back of her dragon Azazel was all but welcomed, the grand gates of Oak Town opened for her as she would enter giving a soft bow and a smile to the guards. Walking through the place she could see an obvious sign that a recent event had gone down which Sayrn herself could only assume to be the contest her client had gotten sour over. Walking through the place Sayrn needed to kill time before the meeting walking places and talking to the local, “Pardon me do you perhaps know a Andrea Cooper?”
She spoke softly and with a hint of kindness in her voice causing the woman to nod her head and smile in return, “Indeed! She won the Garden Competition! It was so spectacular too she was the first to beat Miss Coldflower in YEARS!”
With a jovial smile Sayrn would wave and walk off a small smile on her face as she did so. Reaching the meeting location she would use the old style knocker on the door as quickly enough the door would fling open and she would be pulled inside. “Did anyone see you coming here?! Were you followed?!”
The woman asked rapidly her eyes watching the door as Sayrn held out her hands, “No no it’s fine, now tell me what to do.”
With a gasp she would glare at her one of her arms shaking with fury, “You mean you have not done it yet?!”
she would scream in confusion at her a twitch to her eye as Sayrn would wave her hand to calm, “Listen I needed to make sure I would get paid that is it!”
With a sigh the woman would hold out a bag of jewels and put it in her back pocket as Sayrn would nod, “Consider her dead.”
With that being said she would chuckle and walk out of the place being “careful” not to be seen or followed.
Walking through the town it was obvious that much like Peace Village before this was both a quiet and boring place to be as a gardening challenge seemed to be their pinnacle or at least one enough to cause assassination. Walking through the crowd working to clean up the place she would spot her target and yawn as she walked up to them placing a hand on her shoulder causing them a fright, “OH JEEZ!”
She would jump up and turn to face her before letting out a sigh, “Please don’t spook me like that! I thought you were Miss Coldflower!”
She would chuckle and Saryn would join in, “No, no I am just here to congratulate you on the win, I just came into town but heard all about it!”
whistling to imply that she was impressed she would also call in Azazel and would need to wait for them. With a laugh and a blush the woman would smile, “Oh please it was nothing!”
Chuckling Sayrn would hold out a hand, “You know I myself do a bit of gardening! Would you like to see one of the creations I made?”
With a smile she would nod her head, “I do apologize but I must decline! All these nice people here are gonna need all the help they can get to clean this place up!”
Nodding her head she would back off a bit and smile twistedly causing Ms. Cooper’s eyes to become more concerned before Azazel would drop from the skies and land behind Sayrn.
The screams are what happened first at the appearance of the dragon as Sayrn would leap on top of her creation and would quickly yell, “Whoa Whoa Whoa! People! Calm down! Or you ALL are gonna die!”
The panic died down after she spoke as eyes were on her and a smile came from her, “Now I just have a single person to congratulate and that is Ms. Cooper here!”
As everyone began to eye each other Sayrn would smile and summon one of her spears from a rip in the air and throw it down tearing her lower jaw clean off before quickly summoning and throwing another into the middle of a crowd as it would detonate and poison everyone there. In the panic Ms. Cooper would grip at her area her lower jaw once sat as Sayrn would laugh and drop down from her dragon the panic among people as those who died from her poison exploded and passed it around the crowds causing a massive dispersion of people.
Kneeling down in front of Ms. Cooper she would smile and get into her face, “You know why this is happening?”
In panic she would shake her head no the tongue with no place to rest flopping around uselessly, “Because you made a mistake, and i’m the eraser… Wow that was a bad analogy... “
With a sigh she would get up and slap her head, “GOD I ruined the moment…”
With a quick thought she would slice open her hand and grab Ms. Cooper by the remains of her face gargled screams coming from her as the acid poison that was her blood began to eat away at the remains of her face, “No no, no more screams Miss Cooper it’s all over now~ Just sleep and let the pain kill you.”
After a good minute of the gargled screams and flailing she went limp as Sayrn dropped the now open skulled lady to the ground her half melted eyes and brain flopping to the ground as her head did.
With a sad sigh she would walk back towards Miss Coldflower’s home this time knocking before kicking the door down and staring at the lady, “Are you CRAZY!?”
Grabbing her by the throat Sayrn would slam her client into the wall and begin to laugh, “You REALLY think I was done?”
Grabbing her money for the job she would tear off the woman’s shirt before running her bleeding hand over her chest causing the skin to bubble and turn black as it died and withered from the poison. Her client could not even scream as nothing but a hoarse struggling to let air out of her throat was heard Sayrn slowly moving her hand down slower until she had scarred all of her parts. With a laugh she would look at her client and grin, “Want me to fix you?”
Nodding her head as she gasped for air she would take a last breath as Sayrn would stab her twice with her spear her body twisting as her skin tightened in on itself before rupturing and her once black skin turning a deep crimson her bones would turn hard and begin to crack and break while her screams echoing out to the streets began to be drowned by the others who had seen what Sayrn was doing inside the home. Sayrn would watch before the screams began to die down and Coldflower died in agony sweet and despair ridden her face stuck in the position of screaming as if she had been caught in permanent rigor mortis. With a laugh and tossing her money into her pockets Sayrn would call Azazel and get on it’s back riding to her next job with a gleeful smile at what she would do next.