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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Connections was not something that Killua ever really lacked. He was a Zoldyck. He practically had all the connections in the world thanks to the how far his job had carried itself along. However, when it came to social connections that weren't part of the Zoldyck family name, Killua had basically none. There would be a couple faces that he could pick out of a crowd that he could possibly remember. There was also the factor that he sometimes didn't have a great memory when it came to names either. The assassin never had any other reasons to try and make connections out of the job that he had. The job was going to be his life and that's what this family was preparing him for. He remembered when he finally left the damn mansion that he had been born in, his mother screaming that he shouldn't do this and that this was an important time of his development as an assassin. Killua was already more than capable of taking on the beast that was several times his own size. He had the tactical knowledge to be able to outsmart those that he came against if they were dumb enough to fall into the traps that he could come up with in the middle of a battle. He was lethal, and he was still ruthless at that age too. If Killua wanted something for a job, he could literally go into any sort of black market, or find a trade, and all he would have to do was mention the Zoldyck name. Sometimes a demonstration was needed to get the point across that he was indeed a Zoldyck member and not someone trying to pretend to be one. Usually, the name itself was enough to strike fear in those that were close to the Zoldyck estate to actually know about the last name. While places that were further away had no idea what the name meant and what it signified. They were probably the lucky ones, but also the most naive as they wouldn't think about an entire family of assassins that could be working right under their noses before it was too late. Killua was used to threatening those for not giving him what he wanted, and that was fine with him because it was quicker than trying to talk his way through it. That didn't mean he was more brawn than he was brain. He was smart, being able to pick apart an analyze personalities that he had met fairly quickly. The understanding concept though was a little bit harder to come by, as with his logical mind that was all he ended up turning toward in his confusion. Why other's acted the way they did instead of just classifying them was an aspect that Killua was still trying to work on as it was his goal right now to be able to make some of the connection that wouldn't just benefit him in his own goal.
But instead, a mutual relationship between two animals instead of just him thinking about what could benefit himself. That had been the way he had been taught, and it was only a couple months ago that he was still doing jobs for his family. Not enough time had passed for him to be able to get their teachings out of his head, and even if he tried the voice in the back of his head would make it harder and harder for him to forget. Constantly reminding him of the faults that he had, and constantly reminding him that he wasn't like the clans that he was living with. That he should consider himself superior to them and not listen to what they had to say toward him. Killua still had this mentality somewhat, but it mostly came with the factor that he had the strength not to care about others, and if they got pissed off at him and wanted to fight, he was fine with that. The assassin had been able to establish some of those connections back in the second clan that he had decided to seek refuge in. Not everyone agreed with the way he acted, but if they didn't like it why didn't they do something about it? Challenging them to a fight could reveal the cowards that were behind them. They didn't want to fight, and yet they could fight with their words. If they had just trained hard enough they would have been able to two both and it would make their life a whole lot easier. Not being able to back up one's word usually made any argument that they created null and void. Whether he would openly admit it or not, Stark was one of those connections. Killua wasn't really sure what to consider their relationship, as the other seemed to be a little bit protective of him, but not by very much. Circusclown and Stark were the first two adults that Killua had actual interactions with instead of constantly getting pissed at them all the time. Sure, they did everything to piss each other off, but it was all in good fun. When Killua usually threatened the other, the other took the threats in stride and it didn't seem to phase the other for very long. Which made sense as the other had been in charge of a group that was more violent than the group that Killua had been slightly in charge of. Killua had no idea what had happened to Stark after he had left the group that he had been in, leaving everything behind before his brother could destroy the rest of the connections that he had made. Killua's eyes had remained on Stark the entire time, and when the tiger seemed to finally notice him and started to turn his head, Killua actually held his breath. Any form of familiarity would be a savior for him in his current time of need. He needed something, something that he could mentally latch onto when his mind was constantly racing with doubt and guilt. He noticed the way the other's facial features faltered for a couple of seconds, and Killua could breathe again. He noticed the look in the other's eyes and realized this was the old man that he had come to know. No, they didn't know each other person like that, but instead they had grown used to each other's company over time.
When the other finally spoke, Killua couldn't help but let a grin spread across his facial features. There was the tone that he knew, and a tone that could be quick to get annoying. "You damn right you aren't." Killua teased the other back. The assassin was going to pretend not to notice the other had seemed to look him over for a couple of minutes. He had completely healed from the injuries that his brother had given him and even had gotten a new set of claws back after paying someone for the surgery. Killua wouldn't tell anyone about the sketchy surgery that he had gone through obviously. The grin immediately fell from his face when the other stated that damn nickname, and the other was just trying to get on his nerves now. A low huff escaped his jaws in response to the other's words. "I swear one of these days someone is going to cut out your tongue, don't be surprised if its me old geezer." Obviously, the threat was empty, but for someone that didn't know Killua all that well, they could probably think that it was an actual threat. His ears perked when he realized that Mel was making her way over, and turned his head to look at the mountain lion. He immediately hid the excitement that he had been showing at finding someone that was familiar to him again. At her question, he raised one of his pink paws and pointed toward the tiger. "This fossil over here. His name is Stark, I know him from a couple months back." Killua kept his damned hardest to keep the smile from his face. He wasn't proud of the information he knew, he was just, GLAD. Finally, something that might end up going his way if Stark didn't end up getting himself into trouble. The excited tone he had left once she stood somewhat near him and his acute ears were able to hear what the female had said about him. Candy boy? The insult was bland, but he was going to take it lightly. Killua raised one of his paws and aimed to toss some snow in the mountain lion's direction. The snow probably not affecting her that much since she was a mountain lion. "We doing food name's now? I think cookie dough suits you." Killua would state with a low snicker. He mostly called her that because of the color of her fur, which was the obvious tawny color that most mountain lions had. Or he could call her kitty again just to piss her off but that would be too easy. A smirk was spread across his facial features as he looked at her, and this was good as he was in a good mood now. HIs attention actually ended up turning toward the lion that had been around with Stark.
Killua hadn't bothered to look at the other's interactions all that much, as he would have time to analyze their interaction a bit later when he had time. The assassin flicked one of his ears toward the lion, his name was Steve, having already caught the other's name when Stark was talking to him. However, when the lion addressed him, the other had said ma'am, and if it would have been possible to see a vein popping out of his forward, it would been possible. Ma'am? He was pretty sure that he wasn't a girl! The muscles around is shoulder tensed, but he kept himself calm with a low huff escaping his jaws. Killua raised one of his paws and waved in the other's direction. "Yo. Name's Killua. Considering you know Stark I'm guessing he told you a little bit about how groups like us work. Welcome to Snowbound I guess." The deputy said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wasn't exactly doing his job, but he didn't care. He hadn't wanted to get promoted, he was just keeping his rank for his own reasons. Ultimately, his attention turned toward the interaction between Stark and Mel, and immediately a bored look spread across his face. Yes, the other was telling her off basically, but it was all information that Killua already knew already. He knew basically every chemical that could run through an animal's body, and a fake yawn spread across his facial features as he sat himself down on his haunches. He had to agree with Mel a little bit about what she said, as he had been bored as well but for a different reason. "Oi stop wasting your damned breath already Mr. Zebra. If you wanna do something like that just hold a lecture if you want to flaunt your science speech. Although I do have to say I could have probably made the delivery better." Killua would state with a smirk spreading across his facial features as his tail flicked behind him. However, the assassin almost seemed to start to get uncomfortable as he felt the ground shake with the size of the creature that was making his way over. Silentgrave. He had still had no living idea whatever the hell that guy was, and honestly, he didn't really want to know either. The other gave him the creeps with the way that he moved, and Killua usually tried his best to avoid him. Hearing the spines of the creature nearly creek and snap nearly made Killua jump, but he didn't display it on any of his emotions. As long as the beast didn't try to come over and hug him he was going to be fine.
But instead, a mutual relationship between two animals instead of just him thinking about what could benefit himself. That had been the way he had been taught, and it was only a couple months ago that he was still doing jobs for his family. Not enough time had passed for him to be able to get their teachings out of his head, and even if he tried the voice in the back of his head would make it harder and harder for him to forget. Constantly reminding him of the faults that he had, and constantly reminding him that he wasn't like the clans that he was living with. That he should consider himself superior to them and not listen to what they had to say toward him. Killua still had this mentality somewhat, but it mostly came with the factor that he had the strength not to care about others, and if they got pissed off at him and wanted to fight, he was fine with that. The assassin had been able to establish some of those connections back in the second clan that he had decided to seek refuge in. Not everyone agreed with the way he acted, but if they didn't like it why didn't they do something about it? Challenging them to a fight could reveal the cowards that were behind them. They didn't want to fight, and yet they could fight with their words. If they had just trained hard enough they would have been able to two both and it would make their life a whole lot easier. Not being able to back up one's word usually made any argument that they created null and void. Whether he would openly admit it or not, Stark was one of those connections. Killua wasn't really sure what to consider their relationship, as the other seemed to be a little bit protective of him, but not by very much. Circusclown and Stark were the first two adults that Killua had actual interactions with instead of constantly getting pissed at them all the time. Sure, they did everything to piss each other off, but it was all in good fun. When Killua usually threatened the other, the other took the threats in stride and it didn't seem to phase the other for very long. Which made sense as the other had been in charge of a group that was more violent than the group that Killua had been slightly in charge of. Killua had no idea what had happened to Stark after he had left the group that he had been in, leaving everything behind before his brother could destroy the rest of the connections that he had made. Killua's eyes had remained on Stark the entire time, and when the tiger seemed to finally notice him and started to turn his head, Killua actually held his breath. Any form of familiarity would be a savior for him in his current time of need. He needed something, something that he could mentally latch onto when his mind was constantly racing with doubt and guilt. He noticed the way the other's facial features faltered for a couple of seconds, and Killua could breathe again. He noticed the look in the other's eyes and realized this was the old man that he had come to know. No, they didn't know each other person like that, but instead they had grown used to each other's company over time.
When the other finally spoke, Killua couldn't help but let a grin spread across his facial features. There was the tone that he knew, and a tone that could be quick to get annoying. "You damn right you aren't." Killua teased the other back. The assassin was going to pretend not to notice the other had seemed to look him over for a couple of minutes. He had completely healed from the injuries that his brother had given him and even had gotten a new set of claws back after paying someone for the surgery. Killua wouldn't tell anyone about the sketchy surgery that he had gone through obviously. The grin immediately fell from his face when the other stated that damn nickname, and the other was just trying to get on his nerves now. A low huff escaped his jaws in response to the other's words. "I swear one of these days someone is going to cut out your tongue, don't be surprised if its me old geezer." Obviously, the threat was empty, but for someone that didn't know Killua all that well, they could probably think that it was an actual threat. His ears perked when he realized that Mel was making her way over, and turned his head to look at the mountain lion. He immediately hid the excitement that he had been showing at finding someone that was familiar to him again. At her question, he raised one of his pink paws and pointed toward the tiger. "This fossil over here. His name is Stark, I know him from a couple months back." Killua kept his damned hardest to keep the smile from his face. He wasn't proud of the information he knew, he was just, GLAD. Finally, something that might end up going his way if Stark didn't end up getting himself into trouble. The excited tone he had left once she stood somewhat near him and his acute ears were able to hear what the female had said about him. Candy boy? The insult was bland, but he was going to take it lightly. Killua raised one of his paws and aimed to toss some snow in the mountain lion's direction. The snow probably not affecting her that much since she was a mountain lion. "We doing food name's now? I think cookie dough suits you." Killua would state with a low snicker. He mostly called her that because of the color of her fur, which was the obvious tawny color that most mountain lions had. Or he could call her kitty again just to piss her off but that would be too easy. A smirk was spread across his facial features as he looked at her, and this was good as he was in a good mood now. HIs attention actually ended up turning toward the lion that had been around with Stark.
Killua hadn't bothered to look at the other's interactions all that much, as he would have time to analyze their interaction a bit later when he had time. The assassin flicked one of his ears toward the lion, his name was Steve, having already caught the other's name when Stark was talking to him. However, when the lion addressed him, the other had said ma'am, and if it would have been possible to see a vein popping out of his forward, it would been possible. Ma'am? He was pretty sure that he wasn't a girl! The muscles around is shoulder tensed, but he kept himself calm with a low huff escaping his jaws. Killua raised one of his paws and waved in the other's direction. "Yo. Name's Killua. Considering you know Stark I'm guessing he told you a little bit about how groups like us work. Welcome to Snowbound I guess." The deputy said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wasn't exactly doing his job, but he didn't care. He hadn't wanted to get promoted, he was just keeping his rank for his own reasons. Ultimately, his attention turned toward the interaction between Stark and Mel, and immediately a bored look spread across his face. Yes, the other was telling her off basically, but it was all information that Killua already knew already. He knew basically every chemical that could run through an animal's body, and a fake yawn spread across his facial features as he sat himself down on his haunches. He had to agree with Mel a little bit about what she said, as he had been bored as well but for a different reason. "Oi stop wasting your damned breath already Mr. Zebra. If you wanna do something like that just hold a lecture if you want to flaunt your science speech. Although I do have to say I could have probably made the delivery better." Killua would state with a smirk spreading across his facial features as his tail flicked behind him. However, the assassin almost seemed to start to get uncomfortable as he felt the ground shake with the size of the creature that was making his way over. Silentgrave. He had still had no living idea whatever the hell that guy was, and honestly, he didn't really want to know either. The other gave him the creeps with the way that he moved, and Killua usually tried his best to avoid him. Hearing the spines of the creature nearly creek and snap nearly made Killua jump, but he didn't display it on any of his emotions. As long as the beast didn't try to come over and hug him he was going to be fine.
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