04-12-2018, 12:21 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(finally had time to make this! Sorry it took so long! [member=321]melantha[/member] [member=318]roman[/member] )
Assassin's were common when it came to the likes of a clan. Some groups had tried to implement an assassin rank into their clan once, at least from the rumors that Killua had managed to hear about them. However, they had gone about it entirely wrong. They didn't make sure that they knew the basics of what an assassin really was, and how to implement that not in a full-on fight. Assassin's usually fought their battles one on one and in the darkness as well. They skills that they had usually developed over time perfect for those situations, and being surrounded by too many eyes would give a disadvantage to the assassin. Hence why few assassins enjoyed working together on big jobs. Killua had once been hired to deal one of those big jobs about killing a leader that belonged to a well-known group. He and other assassin are from different families had appeared for the meeting and to gather more information on what was going on. They had hired a Zoldyck though, and Killua had believed that had been more than enough in his mind. The young male had no reason to try and impress those that had hired him, he was just there to get paid and get the job done. Nothing else and nothing else. The other animals that were there that were supposed to be doing the same job that he was, didn't exactly like his presence all that much. He hadn't really cared about stating his entire name when everyone were giving their introductions. Having already sized up the other's and figured out that they wouldn't be able to take the likes of him on. He had too much experience, and they were going to underestimate him if they tried to kill him. Killua hated the looks that they gave him, but he wanted to get the job done first so he could get paid and then deal with those that looked down at him. He wouldn't accept something like that, as he was more than ready to prove other's wrong with his actions. The young male managed to find his target fairly quickly, while the other's around him seemed to avoid the easiest clues that were left behind on the other's whereabouts. He had been the first one to accomplish what he was hired, and as soon as he had said that he was the first one to kill him, everyone practically began surrounding him. The reward was worth a lot, and that meant that they wanted in on the share. This wouldn't do obviously because he had places to be and he had to get back to the mansion to tell his family how the task ended up going. Killua only had to kill one of the other assassin's and stand on his body to be able to scare the others away from him. He probably would have killed the rest of them if they hadn't run for their lives, but they were lucky that he was in a rush and needed to go back home. He had too much experience. Far too much experience. Maybe it was already too late to try and change what he as he practically had his entire apprenticeship and his entire childhood smothered in the blood of the innocents, and not really the innocents. Most only hire assassins if they really hated someone, and that could mean the one that they were going after weren't innocent as one would think. That didn't make the actions that he did justified though. Killua so badly wanted to change what had happened. His family had always dictated the way he was and how he was supposed to act. And they still were, without them even being here. It was heavily frustrating to the point that he didn't believe in himself to control any of his actions anymore. The young male had alienated himself after killing the two innocent animals at the border. Obviously, he had made it seem like an accident and no one had come after him persecuting that it wasn't an accident and that he wasn't defending himself.
Killua believed that there would be no way someone could prove that it wasn't self-defense, with his obvious injuries. Unless they made him show them the injury on his left shoulder, which was far too nice and clean for the likes of a claw to have made it, and instead it looks as if a knife had been dragged through his skin. Either way, Killua was laying in the snow, for once not up in a tree while he interacted with others. He wasn't in the mood right now. His stitched up injuries that he had fixed himself were wrapped up in bandages that practically matched his body. The one around his torso maybe being the most prominent. Maybe he had overdone it with that injury. Killua cursed at himself in his mind. No. He deserved that. He deserved that injury for what he had done. Self-inflicted injuries weren't uncommon from the young apprentice and deputy. His eyes were slightly clouded in thought, but he wasn't alone where he was laying down in the snow. There seemed to be a blanket that was placed on the ground, the contrast between the dark blue blanket and the snow obvious. On that blanket was Killua's current companion, Koru. The albino black mamba having curled itself up on the blanket in an attempt to keep warm. Killua had conjured up the blanket so that it was already fairly warm for the reptile, and if the other got too cold, he would slither his way toward him. Killua had been spending a lot of time with Koru, as there was no one else that he could talk to about his problems, such as the voice in his head that always seemed to have the worse timing. He flicked one of his large white ears as he raised one of his paws and conjured up a mouse, dropping in front of the albino black mamba's face. The reptile didn't waste any sort of time as he grabbed the dead mouse in its jaws, injecting its venom, before it began to devour it. A sense of loneliness overcame the assassin as he seemed to curl up into himself, an action that no one would have really seen before. A heavy sigh escaping his jaws as he looked off into the distance. What was he supposed to do now?
Assassin's were common when it came to the likes of a clan. Some groups had tried to implement an assassin rank into their clan once, at least from the rumors that Killua had managed to hear about them. However, they had gone about it entirely wrong. They didn't make sure that they knew the basics of what an assassin really was, and how to implement that not in a full-on fight. Assassin's usually fought their battles one on one and in the darkness as well. They skills that they had usually developed over time perfect for those situations, and being surrounded by too many eyes would give a disadvantage to the assassin. Hence why few assassins enjoyed working together on big jobs. Killua had once been hired to deal one of those big jobs about killing a leader that belonged to a well-known group. He and other assassin are from different families had appeared for the meeting and to gather more information on what was going on. They had hired a Zoldyck though, and Killua had believed that had been more than enough in his mind. The young male had no reason to try and impress those that had hired him, he was just there to get paid and get the job done. Nothing else and nothing else. The other animals that were there that were supposed to be doing the same job that he was, didn't exactly like his presence all that much. He hadn't really cared about stating his entire name when everyone were giving their introductions. Having already sized up the other's and figured out that they wouldn't be able to take the likes of him on. He had too much experience, and they were going to underestimate him if they tried to kill him. Killua hated the looks that they gave him, but he wanted to get the job done first so he could get paid and then deal with those that looked down at him. He wouldn't accept something like that, as he was more than ready to prove other's wrong with his actions. The young male managed to find his target fairly quickly, while the other's around him seemed to avoid the easiest clues that were left behind on the other's whereabouts. He had been the first one to accomplish what he was hired, and as soon as he had said that he was the first one to kill him, everyone practically began surrounding him. The reward was worth a lot, and that meant that they wanted in on the share. This wouldn't do obviously because he had places to be and he had to get back to the mansion to tell his family how the task ended up going. Killua only had to kill one of the other assassin's and stand on his body to be able to scare the others away from him. He probably would have killed the rest of them if they hadn't run for their lives, but they were lucky that he was in a rush and needed to go back home. He had too much experience. Far too much experience. Maybe it was already too late to try and change what he as he practically had his entire apprenticeship and his entire childhood smothered in the blood of the innocents, and not really the innocents. Most only hire assassins if they really hated someone, and that could mean the one that they were going after weren't innocent as one would think. That didn't make the actions that he did justified though. Killua so badly wanted to change what had happened. His family had always dictated the way he was and how he was supposed to act. And they still were, without them even being here. It was heavily frustrating to the point that he didn't believe in himself to control any of his actions anymore. The young male had alienated himself after killing the two innocent animals at the border. Obviously, he had made it seem like an accident and no one had come after him persecuting that it wasn't an accident and that he wasn't defending himself.
Killua believed that there would be no way someone could prove that it wasn't self-defense, with his obvious injuries. Unless they made him show them the injury on his left shoulder, which was far too nice and clean for the likes of a claw to have made it, and instead it looks as if a knife had been dragged through his skin. Either way, Killua was laying in the snow, for once not up in a tree while he interacted with others. He wasn't in the mood right now. His stitched up injuries that he had fixed himself were wrapped up in bandages that practically matched his body. The one around his torso maybe being the most prominent. Maybe he had overdone it with that injury. Killua cursed at himself in his mind. No. He deserved that. He deserved that injury for what he had done. Self-inflicted injuries weren't uncommon from the young apprentice and deputy. His eyes were slightly clouded in thought, but he wasn't alone where he was laying down in the snow. There seemed to be a blanket that was placed on the ground, the contrast between the dark blue blanket and the snow obvious. On that blanket was Killua's current companion, Koru. The albino black mamba having curled itself up on the blanket in an attempt to keep warm. Killua had conjured up the blanket so that it was already fairly warm for the reptile, and if the other got too cold, he would slither his way toward him. Killua had been spending a lot of time with Koru, as there was no one else that he could talk to about his problems, such as the voice in his head that always seemed to have the worse timing. He flicked one of his large white ears as he raised one of his paws and conjured up a mouse, dropping in front of the albino black mamba's face. The reptile didn't waste any sort of time as he grabbed the dead mouse in its jaws, injecting its venom, before it began to devour it. A sense of loneliness overcame the assassin as he seemed to curl up into himself, an action that no one would have really seen before. A heavy sigh escaping his jaws as he looked off into the distance. What was he supposed to do now?
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