04-16-2018, 08:59 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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It was touch and go with Killua when it came to social interactions. There would be plenty of times that Killua could feel like he was independent enough that he would need to interact with anyone. But wasn't that why he was here in the first place? He was trying to figure out how to make a friend, never erally havning a friend before. Well, that was a lie, he did once have a friend but it didn't turn out to have any sort of happy ending at the end of it all. Besides, the other wasn't entirely capable of speaking eitther so it made it hard to have social interactions with him, but when he was a kitten something like that didn't exactly matter all that much. He was a kitten and he didn't try to overthink things as much as he just had fun with the only animal that wasn't in charge of training him how to kill other's that probably didn't really deserve to have their lives taken from him. In the means of an assassin, most assassin's were hired to usually kill those that had done them wrong or were running a shady business. There were instances where Killua once thought of himself as a hero for helping those dealing with a problem group by completely getting rid of them entirely. Maybe he had given himself this notion so that he wouldn't have to look at the reality of what he was doing for the majority of his life, and still doing even if he was clean for the past couple months up to this point. Killua hadn't been raised to be able to figure out how to make friends, as he was taught over and over again that friends were just distractions that were used to try and get him off the wrong past. That eventually he would betray the friend that he had made, which came true with the puppy that he had found and made a friend with when he was a kitten. Being forced to kill the puppy just because his family had told him to. Maybe if he had been stronger he would have been able to take his friend and run as far away as possible so that the other didn't have to die a horrible death, albiet it was a quick death. An assassin like him wasn't one that wasn't supposed to feel any sort of emotion with other's and feels nothing as he was about to kill them. he was only a tool to his family. They had used him over and over again because they were thinking of the benefit of the family instead of thinking about the family as a whole instead. He hated that. He hated that so much, and it was one of the primary reason why he didn't have faith when it came to dealing with adults either. So, when it came to interacting Killua usually ended up going into his bad habits. Which consisted of him analyzing those that he came across and figuring out whether or not he would be capable of killing them in a short time.
Could they possibly be a threat and if so why were they trying to attack him? He was an assassin, and every movement he usually made did matter when it came to him being on a mission. Not a portion of his life that was all that willing to be forgotten due to how his family had practically brainwashed him to believe what they were believing. It was only after he was able to go on missions and look at those that were around that what his family had told him were basically lies. There was some truth here and there when it came to what they had told him, but he would have much rather figured it out himself. What Killua didn't seem to understand though was that he was incredibly lonely. He wasn't lonely right now because he didn't have a huge issue to talk to anyone about. Instead, he just thought to himself whenever a problem did arise, and right now it wasn't an emergency. More of an annoyance than anything. Now when it finally came to the moment where he did need someone to talk to, there would be no one he would be willing to talk to about his issues. If he did, they would realize that he was a murderer, not exactly by choice, but he was a killer and those that lived in a group like this weren't killers. They were all happy and healthy and enjoyed eating with one another over and over again. Except maybe Jersey, but that was the other just being himself and he couldn't really blame the old man even if Killua didn't get along with the domestic at all that well. Reading the other's body language easily told him that the other was nervous, and when the other saw him and heard him, that was almost gone completely. Relief. That's what he could see in the jaguar's eyes, and he wasn't sure how he should feel about that. Usually those that saw him didn't feel any sense of relief, and instead usually felt fear or even became uncomfortable with him around. Maybe it was just the vibe that he gave off. The assassin's ears perked when the other spoke, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit then and there. Sentient huh? Well, it was obvious now that the other hadn't had any social interaction with others. Could Killua have survived as long as the other did just living alone without anyone to talk to? Maybe. He had no social connections with Snowbound just yet. The albino serval got up onto his paws and let himself drop silently onto the snow that was below. He offered the other a small grin from his jaws, before his eyes turned toward the direction of Jersey, who seemed to be fairly concerned about the situation that the other had himself in. Well, that was a first. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm sentient." Killua teased the other as he raised one of his paws and had a quizzical look on his face. He then poked his shoulder with his own paw to go along with the joke before putting his paw back down onto the ground.
The other's body language change after he spoke, and he grew serious, but Killua's body language remained calm as he wasn't going to do anything to the other. Studying him however, wasn't out of the question as he watched the other's every movement. Then the other finally spoke his name. There was no shock spread across Killua's face at the other's name. His own name literally meant Killer. As if no one in the group had been able to figure that out just yet. Maybe if he wrote out his name for them they would be able to grasp the meaning of his name. His family wasn't really great when it came to coming up with name for their children. Killua tried his best to not go with the name that tries to define who he is. He doesn't want to be a murderer anymore. Abusive family. They definitely had that in common for certain. Killua had left a family that had physically tortured him for a majority of his life. Not that he was willing to state it though. His family was to remain a secret for as long as possible. "Yeah what Jacob said. You're basically welcome to help yourself with anything right now." The young male would state as he shrugged his shoulders toward the larger wildcat. At the mention of food, the assassin would raise one of his paws and conjure up a snow hare for the male, one that obviously didn't seem to be starving. It probably wouldn't be warm, but hey food was food. He would toss it over, and this basically meant Killua had an infinite supply of food at his disposal with his conjuration. "There ya go." Killua would say calmly, the grin still spread across his facial features as he remained standing in the snow. He was able to recognize the way that the other talked toward Jacob. Darling? He sure as hell hoped the other wasn't about to start calling him that, it just sounded weird anyway. "Oh. Name's Killua." The assassin would finally introduce himself, but continue to remain looking at the panther, as if to gauge the other's reaction if he was able to actually figure out what his name meant. With the mixture of his Japanese accent though, it was probably a little bit difficult.
Could they possibly be a threat and if so why were they trying to attack him? He was an assassin, and every movement he usually made did matter when it came to him being on a mission. Not a portion of his life that was all that willing to be forgotten due to how his family had practically brainwashed him to believe what they were believing. It was only after he was able to go on missions and look at those that were around that what his family had told him were basically lies. There was some truth here and there when it came to what they had told him, but he would have much rather figured it out himself. What Killua didn't seem to understand though was that he was incredibly lonely. He wasn't lonely right now because he didn't have a huge issue to talk to anyone about. Instead, he just thought to himself whenever a problem did arise, and right now it wasn't an emergency. More of an annoyance than anything. Now when it finally came to the moment where he did need someone to talk to, there would be no one he would be willing to talk to about his issues. If he did, they would realize that he was a murderer, not exactly by choice, but he was a killer and those that lived in a group like this weren't killers. They were all happy and healthy and enjoyed eating with one another over and over again. Except maybe Jersey, but that was the other just being himself and he couldn't really blame the old man even if Killua didn't get along with the domestic at all that well. Reading the other's body language easily told him that the other was nervous, and when the other saw him and heard him, that was almost gone completely. Relief. That's what he could see in the jaguar's eyes, and he wasn't sure how he should feel about that. Usually those that saw him didn't feel any sense of relief, and instead usually felt fear or even became uncomfortable with him around. Maybe it was just the vibe that he gave off. The assassin's ears perked when the other spoke, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit then and there. Sentient huh? Well, it was obvious now that the other hadn't had any social interaction with others. Could Killua have survived as long as the other did just living alone without anyone to talk to? Maybe. He had no social connections with Snowbound just yet. The albino serval got up onto his paws and let himself drop silently onto the snow that was below. He offered the other a small grin from his jaws, before his eyes turned toward the direction of Jersey, who seemed to be fairly concerned about the situation that the other had himself in. Well, that was a first. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm sentient." Killua teased the other as he raised one of his paws and had a quizzical look on his face. He then poked his shoulder with his own paw to go along with the joke before putting his paw back down onto the ground.
The other's body language change after he spoke, and he grew serious, but Killua's body language remained calm as he wasn't going to do anything to the other. Studying him however, wasn't out of the question as he watched the other's every movement. Then the other finally spoke his name. There was no shock spread across Killua's face at the other's name. His own name literally meant Killer. As if no one in the group had been able to figure that out just yet. Maybe if he wrote out his name for them they would be able to grasp the meaning of his name. His family wasn't really great when it came to coming up with name for their children. Killua tried his best to not go with the name that tries to define who he is. He doesn't want to be a murderer anymore. Abusive family. They definitely had that in common for certain. Killua had left a family that had physically tortured him for a majority of his life. Not that he was willing to state it though. His family was to remain a secret for as long as possible. "Yeah what Jacob said. You're basically welcome to help yourself with anything right now." The young male would state as he shrugged his shoulders toward the larger wildcat. At the mention of food, the assassin would raise one of his paws and conjure up a snow hare for the male, one that obviously didn't seem to be starving. It probably wouldn't be warm, but hey food was food. He would toss it over, and this basically meant Killua had an infinite supply of food at his disposal with his conjuration. "There ya go." Killua would say calmly, the grin still spread across his facial features as he remained standing in the snow. He was able to recognize the way that the other talked toward Jacob. Darling? He sure as hell hoped the other wasn't about to start calling him that, it just sounded weird anyway. "Oh. Name's Killua." The assassin would finally introduce himself, but continue to remain looking at the panther, as if to gauge the other's reaction if he was able to actually figure out what his name meant. With the mixture of his Japanese accent though, it was probably a little bit difficult.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO