04-13-2018, 12:48 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Most objects could be turned into weapons if someone tried hard enough. It wasn't exactly a difficult task to be able to accomplish in a world like this where someone could manipulate the features of an object simply by using an elemental power that they had acquired over their life. Killua probably could try if he wanted to, but it would probably expend a large amount of electricity for him to be able to melt something to the point where he would be able to reform it in the end. It wasn't worth his time when he could just conjure up whatever the hell he wanted on a daily basis. The assassin hadn't exactly been around camp for various reasons. He had been avoiding others in an attempt to calm his own crazed mind after having murdered two animals in cold blood. He had made it look like an accident despite that, and Killua wanted so badly to tell others what he was going through. But Killua knew that as soon as he did it would be the biggest mistake of his life. He couldn't approach Amorette with what he had just done, as there wasn't a lot of communication that had happened between the two of them anyway. She was a robot that could only speak with beeps and chirps. The Snowseeker wasn't about to go and ask Ross for help with a translation as he didn't want the other male to know either. Bandages were wrapped around his shoulder and torso due to self-inflicted injuries, which he had made it seem like they weren't self-inflicted thanks to the story he had come up with when others had approached him at what could have possibly happen. Killua hadn't seen the domestic cat for quite a long time, actually the last time he had seen the other, he was just joining and Killua had practically interrogated him for information about why he knew his sisters name. That was all there was to it. The albino serval walked quietly through the snow when he heard a familiar voice in the distance. He felt pressure building in his chest as he realized that it was London. Damn. Would the other look at him with guilt in her eyes if he made an appearance? He sure as hell hoped not as it wasn't her fault for what had happened after all. Killua made his way over as there were scents that were intermingling with one another. Before coming across Ross with something strange arouond his neck. It also seemed a little bit large for the likes of him to be carrying around. Killua raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the male in a questioning manner, before stopping to speak. "What the heck is that?' Killua questioned as he pointed with a light pink paw at whatever the other was wearing.
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO