04-14-2018, 03:26 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua was never really one to run away from a situation. Unless in some sort of rare occasion he wasn't strong enough to take on the situation that was handed to him, then he would have no choice but to let his body run away from the issue. This had only happened a couple of times against those that weren't his family but had happened multiple times that he was around Illumi. Being around the black tiger nearly made him feel like he was suffocating in the air that wasn't even being remotely manipulated with. It was terrifying, and what made it even more terrifying was that the other knew exactly where to torture the likes of him to actually make him feel pain. Something that he wasn't really used to feeling thanks to all the torture he went through cutting a lot of his nerve endings off and causing a lot of nerve damage to his body. Killua didn't fear the opponents that he came up against. Someone could toward him and say that they were going to kill him, and the assassin would just stare at them in a bored manner and say they could definitely try. Those that did try to test their luck usually ended up dead, especially if they had managed to piss the young male off in that short amount of time. He still wasn't someone that shouldn't be messed with in general, and few got second chances when it came to him. He had been taught how to kill and only how to kill. He knew how to manipulate those to the way that he saw fit in order to squeeze out as much information as possible. He didn't care what it took as long as he got what he needed. Some simply underestimated him on the factor that he was just a kid and that kids couldn't be killers at the age that he was at. He wondered if any of these groups had seen someone that was capable of killing something a lot larger than they were. Just because he was a kid didn't mean that he wasn't capable of controlling his powers, and he probably could control them a lot more than any sort of adult that he came across. Adults always thought of themselves as being the high and mighty when they could easily be put into the ground by those that were younger than them. Killua had a body count that he didn't really try to keep track of nowadays, but he had one nonetheless. Probably a lot more than the clans could really think about. Despite his size as a serval, Killua had killed massive beasts before. Dragons. Mythical creatures. Larger species. It wasn't that hard to kill something as long as one was faster than the animal that they were going up against. Dragon's moved incredibly slow and anything that was fast and lethal could easily take them out. One just needed to know where to hit to bleed out the body, and leaving them to die in the next couple of minutes. It wasn't rocket science, and to Killua violence was a whole lot easier to do than the likes of negotiating with other animals. Violence usually sent a clear message, especially murder. He wasn't trying to be an assassin anymore, despite him having killed two animals just a couple days prior and was dealing with the consequences of them as well. Killua needed to keep his mind calm and not fear about killing those that were in Snowbound right now. He needed to have faith in his own ability to keep his powers in check.
That's all he needed. Right? Killua would only run from those if he was in serious danger, which usually wasn't considered since he knew that he was stronger than everyone in Snowbound right now. The young deputy had been making his way through the snow instead of the trees like he usually did. There was no need to rush where he was going, even if he was exhausted thanks to his sleep deprivation. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as his pelt practically matched that of the snow despite the bandages that covered certain parts of his body. While he was walking around in the middle of the territory though, the albino was able to catch a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. This immediately put the wildcat on edge, clenching his jaw for a couple seconds, and he made his way over toward where the scent was coming from. Turned out that he wasn't the first one on a scene for once, as Jacob was already there. It was nice to have the guy back because it made his own job a whole lot easier. Plus Jacob was better at dealing with those that were emotional compared to Killua that took too much of a logical approach. It was then that Killua realized what Jacob was doing. The other was hovering over something in the snow with a panicked look on his face. Great. Trouble. The deputy began to trot his way over before he noticed the crimson horns that were coming from the ground. The hell? Killua stopped next to the body, making sure to leave enough room for the healer, before looking back up at the cliff. That could have been the only way that they had passed out unless they tripped running in the snow, but there were no tracks below the cliff that they were under, so the other obviously fell. What an idiot. A huff escaped his jaws as he sat himself down, knowing that there might not be much he could do, and if Jacob wanted him to do something then he could just tell him to. "The idiot ended up jumping off the cliff for some damn reason. There are no tracks down here and there's an impact point considering how much they sank in the snow. I'm surprised they're even still breathing." Killua stated in almost a bored tone before looking at the canine hybrid. He seemed attentive to the situation and seemed to be silently asking for the other to tell him what to do. The domestic was obviously knocked out cold.
Killua was never really one to run away from a situation. Unless in some sort of rare occasion he wasn't strong enough to take on the situation that was handed to him, then he would have no choice but to let his body run away from the issue. This had only happened a couple of times against those that weren't his family but had happened multiple times that he was around Illumi. Being around the black tiger nearly made him feel like he was suffocating in the air that wasn't even being remotely manipulated with. It was terrifying, and what made it even more terrifying was that the other knew exactly where to torture the likes of him to actually make him feel pain. Something that he wasn't really used to feeling thanks to all the torture he went through cutting a lot of his nerve endings off and causing a lot of nerve damage to his body. Killua didn't fear the opponents that he came up against. Someone could toward him and say that they were going to kill him, and the assassin would just stare at them in a bored manner and say they could definitely try. Those that did try to test their luck usually ended up dead, especially if they had managed to piss the young male off in that short amount of time. He still wasn't someone that shouldn't be messed with in general, and few got second chances when it came to him. He had been taught how to kill and only how to kill. He knew how to manipulate those to the way that he saw fit in order to squeeze out as much information as possible. He didn't care what it took as long as he got what he needed. Some simply underestimated him on the factor that he was just a kid and that kids couldn't be killers at the age that he was at. He wondered if any of these groups had seen someone that was capable of killing something a lot larger than they were. Just because he was a kid didn't mean that he wasn't capable of controlling his powers, and he probably could control them a lot more than any sort of adult that he came across. Adults always thought of themselves as being the high and mighty when they could easily be put into the ground by those that were younger than them. Killua had a body count that he didn't really try to keep track of nowadays, but he had one nonetheless. Probably a lot more than the clans could really think about. Despite his size as a serval, Killua had killed massive beasts before. Dragons. Mythical creatures. Larger species. It wasn't that hard to kill something as long as one was faster than the animal that they were going up against. Dragon's moved incredibly slow and anything that was fast and lethal could easily take them out. One just needed to know where to hit to bleed out the body, and leaving them to die in the next couple of minutes. It wasn't rocket science, and to Killua violence was a whole lot easier to do than the likes of negotiating with other animals. Violence usually sent a clear message, especially murder. He wasn't trying to be an assassin anymore, despite him having killed two animals just a couple days prior and was dealing with the consequences of them as well. Killua needed to keep his mind calm and not fear about killing those that were in Snowbound right now. He needed to have faith in his own ability to keep his powers in check.
That's all he needed. Right? Killua would only run from those if he was in serious danger, which usually wasn't considered since he knew that he was stronger than everyone in Snowbound right now. The young deputy had been making his way through the snow instead of the trees like he usually did. There was no need to rush where he was going, even if he was exhausted thanks to his sleep deprivation. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as his pelt practically matched that of the snow despite the bandages that covered certain parts of his body. While he was walking around in the middle of the territory though, the albino was able to catch a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. This immediately put the wildcat on edge, clenching his jaw for a couple seconds, and he made his way over toward where the scent was coming from. Turned out that he wasn't the first one on a scene for once, as Jacob was already there. It was nice to have the guy back because it made his own job a whole lot easier. Plus Jacob was better at dealing with those that were emotional compared to Killua that took too much of a logical approach. It was then that Killua realized what Jacob was doing. The other was hovering over something in the snow with a panicked look on his face. Great. Trouble. The deputy began to trot his way over before he noticed the crimson horns that were coming from the ground. The hell? Killua stopped next to the body, making sure to leave enough room for the healer, before looking back up at the cliff. That could have been the only way that they had passed out unless they tripped running in the snow, but there were no tracks below the cliff that they were under, so the other obviously fell. What an idiot. A huff escaped his jaws as he sat himself down, knowing that there might not be much he could do, and if Jacob wanted him to do something then he could just tell him to. "The idiot ended up jumping off the cliff for some damn reason. There are no tracks down here and there's an impact point considering how much they sank in the snow. I'm surprised they're even still breathing." Killua stated in almost a bored tone before looking at the canine hybrid. He seemed attentive to the situation and seemed to be silently asking for the other to tell him what to do. The domestic was obviously knocked out cold.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO