03-27-2018, 07:20 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Over the time that he had lived in the clans, he came to the subtle realization that they had a better life than he had while he was growing up. Sure places like this weren't exactly always safe all things considered, but it was better than being forced to stay in a building for a majority of his life in the first place. The assassin didn't know what it actually meant to be a kid and actually have friends. Until he left the clan that he had been stationed in to kill their leader. He could almost be considered to be a leader killer, thanks to having two leader kills under his belt in populated areas. There was a chance that they could have been reincarnated but he wasn't exactly sure how that would work in a world like this one. Killua had a habit of studying faces, this way he could either use the information he gathered to black mail them or at least be prepared to interact with them in the correct way so that he could get them onto his side. He had no intention of growing close to anyone that lived in the first clan that he had arrived in. It wasn't his job anymore, and previously to arriving in the clan, he didn't know anyone or had very little social interactions with those that weren't his family or weren't the butlers that served the family in the first place. He watched as some animals started to grow in the positive environment that had practically been created for them. To see the smile on their faces. To watch them laugh as they didn't have a care in the world and could just take care of themselves. It didn't bring him any form of joy. Instead, it brought on along a lot of jealousy from him. He didn't care about those that were younger than him when they were just as weak as one could possibly think of. The assassin wondered what it would be like to at least have a little fun here and there. Of course, he wouldn't stoop to the stupidity of the clanners by just having a little bit of fun. Thanks to that group being the first interaction with others that he had in years, they immediately scrutinized the way that he talked to others. Not like he really cared what they thought of him, as he didn't plan on staying there for all that very long. He was an outsider. Someone that didn't belong and probably would never be welcomed in most places thanks to what he was capable of. Usually, if someone took one glance at him, they would immediately be able to tell that he was a threat. Just from the aura that constantly surrounded him and the look that he always had in his eyes. He wasn't someone to be messed with and some animals did try their luck. Which is how those animals end up getting their limbs broken.
Killua was able to somewhat figure out the name of those that were in the group. Although the one that he noticed around the most often would definitely have to be Jacob. The hybrid always seemed to be keeping him busy. Was there was something that the canine was trying to hide because of that? Killua wasn't exactly sure, but there seemed to be a little bit of uneasy that surrounded the other male. Killua wasn't the kind to pry about other's problems, so he wasn't about to change that now either. The assassin had his own issues to deal with after all instead of worrying about some clanner. He mostly need to focus on getting stronger so that he could fight his brother when the time really did come. He needed to be careful and keep vigilant for the other assassin that could easily stomp him into the ground with his current condition. The assassin had learned some lessons from the clans though, especially from someone that he could call a mentor figure. That figure being Circusclown, someone that had to deal with the same confusing feelings that Killua had back in the day. The other was able to help set him up on the right path, but even then, the assassin wasn't sure if he was even capable of doing that. If he couldn't bond with others, then what was the point? The albino serval knew that if he couldn't start caring about someone that whatever his brother said when they were fighting was just bound to come true in the end. He hated this. Not being certain about what to do next and what to expect. He was so used to having control over others, and now he had nothing again. Either way, Killua usually did patrol the borders here and there. This time he wasn't alone though, as there was a familiar snake friend that was wrapped around his neck. Killua didn't think about the snake as being a pet to him, not even remotely close. A companion. If Koru wanted to leave, Killua wouldn't think twice about letting him go to where he wanted. He was just surprised to have found the other in a place like this a couple of days ago. The only animal that followed him after he left that group of clans previous to this one. Killua was in the tree like usual when he heard voices that were coming from the border. Thanks to his large radar-like ears that were on his head. Despite his age, he was already the size of a fully grown domestic cat. A lion cub though? Would probably be a bit bigger than he was thanks to the species difference between them. Both species more suitable for warmer climates instead of colder one. Moving himself up on the branch that he was on, Killua would leap from tree to tree before he arrived on a branch that was directly above the group. His approach had been completely silent thanks to the use of his air elementals that cushioned each step and muffled the noise significantly so that it was almost impossible for anyone to hear him. Laying down on the branch, the albino serval would raise one of his metal claws paws and conjure up a lollipop that he was quick to stick into his mouth as he looked down at the female. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow, she was definitely young. Killua got used to the pattern of youngsters being abandoned on borders like garbage. No scent came off of the assassin as he laid there for a couple moments as he listened to the group talk. "Yeah this is a group here. Doubt your friends are here though. Place is pretty new." Killua said calmly with a shrug of his shoulders. The former deputy didn't seem to really care about anything at the moment, and he had a bored look spread across his facial features.
Killua was able to somewhat figure out the name of those that were in the group. Although the one that he noticed around the most often would definitely have to be Jacob. The hybrid always seemed to be keeping him busy. Was there was something that the canine was trying to hide because of that? Killua wasn't exactly sure, but there seemed to be a little bit of uneasy that surrounded the other male. Killua wasn't the kind to pry about other's problems, so he wasn't about to change that now either. The assassin had his own issues to deal with after all instead of worrying about some clanner. He mostly need to focus on getting stronger so that he could fight his brother when the time really did come. He needed to be careful and keep vigilant for the other assassin that could easily stomp him into the ground with his current condition. The assassin had learned some lessons from the clans though, especially from someone that he could call a mentor figure. That figure being Circusclown, someone that had to deal with the same confusing feelings that Killua had back in the day. The other was able to help set him up on the right path, but even then, the assassin wasn't sure if he was even capable of doing that. If he couldn't bond with others, then what was the point? The albino serval knew that if he couldn't start caring about someone that whatever his brother said when they were fighting was just bound to come true in the end. He hated this. Not being certain about what to do next and what to expect. He was so used to having control over others, and now he had nothing again. Either way, Killua usually did patrol the borders here and there. This time he wasn't alone though, as there was a familiar snake friend that was wrapped around his neck. Killua didn't think about the snake as being a pet to him, not even remotely close. A companion. If Koru wanted to leave, Killua wouldn't think twice about letting him go to where he wanted. He was just surprised to have found the other in a place like this a couple of days ago. The only animal that followed him after he left that group of clans previous to this one. Killua was in the tree like usual when he heard voices that were coming from the border. Thanks to his large radar-like ears that were on his head. Despite his age, he was already the size of a fully grown domestic cat. A lion cub though? Would probably be a bit bigger than he was thanks to the species difference between them. Both species more suitable for warmer climates instead of colder one. Moving himself up on the branch that he was on, Killua would leap from tree to tree before he arrived on a branch that was directly above the group. His approach had been completely silent thanks to the use of his air elementals that cushioned each step and muffled the noise significantly so that it was almost impossible for anyone to hear him. Laying down on the branch, the albino serval would raise one of his metal claws paws and conjure up a lollipop that he was quick to stick into his mouth as he looked down at the female. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow, she was definitely young. Killua got used to the pattern of youngsters being abandoned on borders like garbage. No scent came off of the assassin as he laid there for a couple moments as he listened to the group talk. "Yeah this is a group here. Doubt your friends are here though. Place is pretty new." Killua said calmly with a shrug of his shoulders. The former deputy didn't seem to really care about anything at the moment, and he had a bored look spread across his facial features.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO