04-15-2018, 01:07 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Manipulating someone to gather information had been part of his training as an assassin. Unlike his brother though, he didn't really have a way to manipulate minds as good as he did. Killua actually had the use to use telepathy in case he wanted to try and full someone with an illusion, but to have that happen he would have to get through the mental barriers of the creature. It was one of his trump cards that he could use in a battle if he needed to create an illusion to try and get out of a terrible situation. Although since he had joined the clans, there had been no need for him to use something like that out of consideration that he usually just over powered those that tried to get the better of him. The usual method that Killua had stuck with when he was younger and didn't have the power was to simply physically torture those that had needed information. If he could afford the time, he would drag the creature he needed to torture all the way back to the Zoldyck estate. It was there that he would have all the tools that he would really ever needed in regard to what could cut what. Besides, taking someone to the Zoldyck estate, past the massive guard dog the size of a dragon, it would easily break anyone's will to try and escape and realize that there was nothing they could do to get out of this situation other than to give out what they knew. Most of the Zoldyck mansion was filled with cells and dungeons that could be used to torture or if someone tried to invade the place there were so many rooms that they wouldn't have a chance to search all of them. The young assassin usually chained the animal that he was carrying to the ground and would ask simple questions before doing anything to the animal. There were a few instances where they broke instantly after seeing all the tools that could be potentially used on them. Relaying all the information that they could possibly know and if he needed more information then he would just dwell into their mind for more as he sifted through their thoughts. Again, not a hard task to do when someone was emotionally distraught. When it did come time to do the torture, however, Killua simply gave the torture that he himself had gone through during his training. Poison. Electorcution. Carving. Drowning. All gloves were off when someone said that they weren't going to break no matter what they did to them. During these sessions, Killua was able to get a better understanding of his victims that could lead him to an answer on a way to torture them of what they could possibly fear. Those that were extremely tough physically usually had weak minds that were easier to break, while sometimes those that broke easily had the strongest minds for him to crack open.
Killua remembered hearing all the creatures that he tortured scream in pain, having learned the hard ways from his own training that screaming wouldn't have gotten him anywhere, which taught him that he shouldn't scream during a torture session. Any sign of pain gave him the incentive to continue attacking that area, as it was obviously sensitive. Every torture was different though, as other's would require different kinds of treatment. Killua didn't have to deal with that many tortures over his life so far though out of consideration that when he went out on a job he usually got all the information that he needed to know. Most groups that he was forced to hunt down didn't exactly change areas all that often all things considered. Killua knew how easy it was to manipulate others, but he had never forced someone to do something that they didn't want. It wasn't really Killua's strategy when he was younger, as he usually opted to try and just kill them and gather information from torture instead of worrying about whether or not they were going to follow his orders. There were too many issues with that strategy, at least to his own mind where he could easily have his position given away if the other tried to get bold and tell others what was happening and that he was being manipulated to do what the assassin wanted. He couldn't have an entire army coming after him, not just because it would be problematic, but because it would mean that his target would probably get away from the chaos. He was more of a physical killer than one that would torture the minds of others until they no longer had the right to think for themselves. Thinking about it, that had been exactly what happened to the wildcat with his family. They had gotten into his mind and brainwashed him to the point that he wasn't even really sure what was his own thoughts or what was the ideas that his family had fed into his mind. It was confusing, and more importantly, it was frustrating. Killua was injured. He knew that. He knew that in a full out fight there was a likelihood that he would just end up bleeding to death if he wasn't careful enough. He knew that the wounds that he had created on himself weren't that deep, but they covered a large surface area and since his body wasn't all that big, blood loss for an anima like himself would probably kill him. The other could obviously tell the way he was injured, and he didn't like the way that the canine had looked him over to evaluate his wounds and probably wondering how long it would take her to kill him. He couldn't get killed now after having come so far in trying to accomplish his goal. Which was honestly a simple goal if he just tried hard enough then maybe he would finally be able to grasp it.
Everything started to step in front of him though thanks to his goal and refused to let him get any closer. His family was to blame and nothing else. Killua managed to keep control of his own body for the meantime as the other gave him information about herself. At least, a small bit of information about her. So, the other had a different name back then? That could mean many things. Considering that reincarnation was so common among the clans, it could mean that she died and decided to take on a different name. Other creatures changed their names quite often, so if she just decided that she liked another name more she could have changed it without any worry. Unless she was trying to hide who she had been, then there were crimes that were attached to that name as well. There were many options as to why she could have decided to change her name. He noticed the way she was acting, and tried to keep himself calm. She wasn't trying to kill him yet. It was okay to be near her. Ultimately she did reveal her crimes, which came into his theory about why she had changed her name. Manipulated children. This caused the muscles around his shoulders to tense themselves. Then the term puppets came into play, and his large ears pinned themselves against his skull. What the hell was he so worried about? Considering that he had probably done almost as worse crimes that she had, Killua doubted that he would be the one to be allowed to judge her actions. He was a murderer, and she knew that from at least what he could gather. His shortened tail lashed behind him and he narrowed his eyes, and his sapphire blue optics widened at the other's offer to help him. Help him deal with his brother. Help him get the damned voice of his head. The sound of static had been in the back of his mind the entire conversation, and now it sounded like the screech of a chalkboard going through his head. A scowl of pain rippled through his head as he raised one of his paws as he touched the side of his head. Part of him wanted to refuse the other's help. He could help himself. But after what he had just done, could he really? A pained look was spread across his facial features for a split second before the pain started to ebb away. And instead, there were whispers to replace the pain. "Why? Why help me? You even said it yourself I killed your son! What would you benefit at all for helping me other than for your own advantage?" He still didn't trust her. There had to be a means behind why she wanted to help him. There just had to be as there was always a catch to be had in an exchange like this. The wildcat removed his paw from his head and back down onto the ground. He looked like he was on the verge of panting, the stress of his mind getting to his body already. "You'll be putting your life in danger by getting involved too much. The Zoldyck family doesn't exactly like those that stick their nose into their business." Killua spoke in a way that made it sound like he wasn't included in the family. Considering how much the other knew about him, there was no reason to hide the likes of his last name. The first creature in the clans since he had decided to join in with them to hear his last name. Who knew what Illumi would do once he found out what was going on though. His brother would obviously be pissed, and he felt like there was nothing he could do to stop him.
Killua remembered hearing all the creatures that he tortured scream in pain, having learned the hard ways from his own training that screaming wouldn't have gotten him anywhere, which taught him that he shouldn't scream during a torture session. Any sign of pain gave him the incentive to continue attacking that area, as it was obviously sensitive. Every torture was different though, as other's would require different kinds of treatment. Killua didn't have to deal with that many tortures over his life so far though out of consideration that when he went out on a job he usually got all the information that he needed to know. Most groups that he was forced to hunt down didn't exactly change areas all that often all things considered. Killua knew how easy it was to manipulate others, but he had never forced someone to do something that they didn't want. It wasn't really Killua's strategy when he was younger, as he usually opted to try and just kill them and gather information from torture instead of worrying about whether or not they were going to follow his orders. There were too many issues with that strategy, at least to his own mind where he could easily have his position given away if the other tried to get bold and tell others what was happening and that he was being manipulated to do what the assassin wanted. He couldn't have an entire army coming after him, not just because it would be problematic, but because it would mean that his target would probably get away from the chaos. He was more of a physical killer than one that would torture the minds of others until they no longer had the right to think for themselves. Thinking about it, that had been exactly what happened to the wildcat with his family. They had gotten into his mind and brainwashed him to the point that he wasn't even really sure what was his own thoughts or what was the ideas that his family had fed into his mind. It was confusing, and more importantly, it was frustrating. Killua was injured. He knew that. He knew that in a full out fight there was a likelihood that he would just end up bleeding to death if he wasn't careful enough. He knew that the wounds that he had created on himself weren't that deep, but they covered a large surface area and since his body wasn't all that big, blood loss for an anima like himself would probably kill him. The other could obviously tell the way he was injured, and he didn't like the way that the canine had looked him over to evaluate his wounds and probably wondering how long it would take her to kill him. He couldn't get killed now after having come so far in trying to accomplish his goal. Which was honestly a simple goal if he just tried hard enough then maybe he would finally be able to grasp it.
Everything started to step in front of him though thanks to his goal and refused to let him get any closer. His family was to blame and nothing else. Killua managed to keep control of his own body for the meantime as the other gave him information about herself. At least, a small bit of information about her. So, the other had a different name back then? That could mean many things. Considering that reincarnation was so common among the clans, it could mean that she died and decided to take on a different name. Other creatures changed their names quite often, so if she just decided that she liked another name more she could have changed it without any worry. Unless she was trying to hide who she had been, then there were crimes that were attached to that name as well. There were many options as to why she could have decided to change her name. He noticed the way she was acting, and tried to keep himself calm. She wasn't trying to kill him yet. It was okay to be near her. Ultimately she did reveal her crimes, which came into his theory about why she had changed her name. Manipulated children. This caused the muscles around his shoulders to tense themselves. Then the term puppets came into play, and his large ears pinned themselves against his skull. What the hell was he so worried about? Considering that he had probably done almost as worse crimes that she had, Killua doubted that he would be the one to be allowed to judge her actions. He was a murderer, and she knew that from at least what he could gather. His shortened tail lashed behind him and he narrowed his eyes, and his sapphire blue optics widened at the other's offer to help him. Help him deal with his brother. Help him get the damned voice of his head. The sound of static had been in the back of his mind the entire conversation, and now it sounded like the screech of a chalkboard going through his head. A scowl of pain rippled through his head as he raised one of his paws as he touched the side of his head. Part of him wanted to refuse the other's help. He could help himself. But after what he had just done, could he really? A pained look was spread across his facial features for a split second before the pain started to ebb away. And instead, there were whispers to replace the pain. "Why? Why help me? You even said it yourself I killed your son! What would you benefit at all for helping me other than for your own advantage?" He still didn't trust her. There had to be a means behind why she wanted to help him. There just had to be as there was always a catch to be had in an exchange like this. The wildcat removed his paw from his head and back down onto the ground. He looked like he was on the verge of panting, the stress of his mind getting to his body already. "You'll be putting your life in danger by getting involved too much. The Zoldyck family doesn't exactly like those that stick their nose into their business." Killua spoke in a way that made it sound like he wasn't included in the family. Considering how much the other knew about him, there was no reason to hide the likes of his last name. The first creature in the clans since he had decided to join in with them to hear his last name. Who knew what Illumi would do once he found out what was going on though. His brother would obviously be pissed, and he felt like there was nothing he could do to stop him.
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