04-02-2018, 05:38 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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His family wasn't really the kind that someone would want to associate with. Far from it actually. The only time that the Zoldyck's talked to others that weren't in their own family was for business and nothing else. They didn't make friends. They didn't make acquiantances. Sure there might be a time that they would team up with each other, but ultimately they lived their lives solo. Which Killua would have been fine to live if it wasn't the factor that he couldn't stay alone for his entire life. Not after he got a taste what it was like to actually live in the clans and be able to actually start making friends even if it was for a short time anyway. The feeling he had when he was finally able to laugh at a joke that someone said instead of figuring out what the other creature could possibly be thinking at the same time. Amorette had been his first friend that he had really ever made. The one that he wanted to care about more than anything. Killua dind't know what it was meant to be a friend, and there would be times that he would completely avoid the female due to the confusion that he always had in his mind. And yet, despite that Amorette wasn't concerned when he kept his distance and would be there waiting for him once he recovered from emotions. Being able to feel again for the first time in a while was almost painful that it was so eye opening for him. He didn't know how to react to something that he didn't really know abouot. Actually, he did. He usually reacted aggressively to something that he didn't quite understand. Which was logical as he had only been raised to really be violent and occasionally calculating. He had a lot to learn about the emotions that he felt, but thanks to how stubborn he was, he wasn't about to constantly let his feelings out to those that couldn't care about it at all. He didn't want others to know what his past was because it was bound to raise questions and confuse those that got involved. He was a monster, and they would think of him as such. And if they treated him differently, then it was bound to happen. That's what his family wanted though. Usually, the Zoldyck's didn't hide who they were in any regard of the term unless they were talking to someone that was part of the target that they were hunting. They never really had a reason to conceal their presence, and would openly introduce themselves by stating their last names and not caring if others recognized the name or not in that regard. This meant that those that met a Zoldyck were going to keep a distance from them no matter what, and that's why he had been raised to state his last name just in case anyone did know the name. Killua refused to introduce himself completely to the group that he lived in, as there was still an off chance that there might be someone in the group that did, in fact, know his family.
He had to be careful, and even to this day, he doubted that Amorette even knew that he was an assassin. He had never told her so, but she had been there during the time that he had left a corpse on the border of the clan that he had once lived in. Maybe she had made assumptions, but she had never had concrete answers. He was afraid of telling her the truth and driving her away from what his brother had told him that would happen. It would be a living nightmare. Considering the other's size and strength, Killua believed that he would be able to take the other on. The other obviously didn't have good eyesight considering that he was wearing glasses and everything. Which meant he would have an advantage in the fight, and he was just a regular domestic at on top of everything else. He was a serval, and wildcats had the upper hand when it came to going up against domestics. He wouldn't use his elemental powers out of consideration that he didn't want to reveal his powers to the rest of the animals that were in the group. Then, of course, other animals had to make their way over. That ruined his plans a little bit of planning to torture the other male to gather information from him if he didn't want to listen to him. His ears angled in Jacob's direction before turning in Jersey's direction. He didn't need the other's help when it came to talking to the other. Jacob did seem to be calmer based on his body language. Killua didn't really like Jersey just because of the way the old man held himself in regard to everyone else. His sapphire blue eyes didn't leave the rogue as he watched as the other seemed surprised to see him. Obviously. That was the point after all. Next thing he knew when he appeared, the robot that the other had with him began to roll its way toward him. Killua's attention soon diverted itself toward the robot that was beeping toward him. He had no way to deduce why the other was suddenly interested in him. He didn't really know enough about robots to figure out how they worked. His growling seemed to stop itself for a couple moments as his gaze looked down at the small robot. He flicked his short tail behind him as he turned his attention back toward the one named Ross. The other said that the robot was Amorette. But that still didn't make much sense to the assassin as to why someone would pick a specific name for a robot like that. Not considering that the robot could have possibly named herself instead. The growl return as his claws flexed into the snow, but he didn't make any movements to move forward. "So riddle me this, why did you use the name of my sister to name this robot?" Killua's voice was tense when he spoke, not caring about anyone else in the area. The other obviously knew something about his sister, and yet he couldn't fathom as something so ridiculous as his sister's soul inside of the robot that was moving around him back and forth. Killua made sure to emphasize the word sister. Which he had debated on doing as he didn't want the rest of the group to know that much about him. Killua was somewhat considerate that he wouldn't name call someone that he was threatening. He would rather use physical force than to stoop to that level.
He had to be careful, and even to this day, he doubted that Amorette even knew that he was an assassin. He had never told her so, but she had been there during the time that he had left a corpse on the border of the clan that he had once lived in. Maybe she had made assumptions, but she had never had concrete answers. He was afraid of telling her the truth and driving her away from what his brother had told him that would happen. It would be a living nightmare. Considering the other's size and strength, Killua believed that he would be able to take the other on. The other obviously didn't have good eyesight considering that he was wearing glasses and everything. Which meant he would have an advantage in the fight, and he was just a regular domestic at on top of everything else. He was a serval, and wildcats had the upper hand when it came to going up against domestics. He wouldn't use his elemental powers out of consideration that he didn't want to reveal his powers to the rest of the animals that were in the group. Then, of course, other animals had to make their way over. That ruined his plans a little bit of planning to torture the other male to gather information from him if he didn't want to listen to him. His ears angled in Jacob's direction before turning in Jersey's direction. He didn't need the other's help when it came to talking to the other. Jacob did seem to be calmer based on his body language. Killua didn't really like Jersey just because of the way the old man held himself in regard to everyone else. His sapphire blue eyes didn't leave the rogue as he watched as the other seemed surprised to see him. Obviously. That was the point after all. Next thing he knew when he appeared, the robot that the other had with him began to roll its way toward him. Killua's attention soon diverted itself toward the robot that was beeping toward him. He had no way to deduce why the other was suddenly interested in him. He didn't really know enough about robots to figure out how they worked. His growling seemed to stop itself for a couple moments as his gaze looked down at the small robot. He flicked his short tail behind him as he turned his attention back toward the one named Ross. The other said that the robot was Amorette. But that still didn't make much sense to the assassin as to why someone would pick a specific name for a robot like that. Not considering that the robot could have possibly named herself instead. The growl return as his claws flexed into the snow, but he didn't make any movements to move forward. "So riddle me this, why did you use the name of my sister to name this robot?" Killua's voice was tense when he spoke, not caring about anyone else in the area. The other obviously knew something about his sister, and yet he couldn't fathom as something so ridiculous as his sister's soul inside of the robot that was moving around him back and forth. Killua made sure to emphasize the word sister. Which he had debated on doing as he didn't want the rest of the group to know that much about him. Killua was somewhat considerate that he wouldn't name call someone that he was threatening. He would rather use physical force than to stoop to that level.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO