05-12-2019, 03:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-12-2019, 03:38 PM by | KILLUA ZOLDYCK |.)
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Ah sorry! Please keep in mind this was retro to Killua joining Elysium, and that with his powers, he does not have any scent that is tied to him (his air elementals))
Killua was great when it came to pushing other creatures buttons. It would be a way to see exactly what pissed them off and see how weak minded someone could actually be. Killua had only met a couple of individuals that were fine with his teasing and would immediately tease him back, which he was fine with as it was a means of banter back and forth. Mel and he had done it constantly with one another, Killua making fun of her in a teasing manner that almost had no bite behind his words. On top of that, she would call him Candy Boy, based on the first interaction they had with one another when she first joined. He missed her. He missed everyone. He wondered if anyone was actually alive around here anymore that he would actually know of. The assassin wished that he could have been there for everyone else, instead of being terrified like a coward and running away to save his own skin. He had never sacrificed anything from himself to benefit the lives of others, at least nothing that he could distinctly remember. Killua wouldn't be surprised if was considered to be a constant nuisance when it came to those around him, but everyone else had a stick up their ass and couldn't take a couple of jabs here and there. Where was Tama when you needed her, or even Amorette where he could joke around with his sister. The good ol' days. Did they even exist? Killua wasn't entirely sure anymore. The assassin was laying back down the branch that he was on again and had rolled himself over so that he was on his back instead. One could say it was a vulnerable position when it actually wasn't when it came to having teleportation if anyone really wanted to try anything. Still, Killua didn't bother to look at the jaguar when he spoke, and in response, the other's words Killua let out a snort. He wasn't naive to believe that there were those that didn't have powers. Everyone had powers nowadays it was to be expected. It was simply that he had ways of defending himself against almost every power that existed, or at least he had plans set up that would help him in a battle.
He did extensive research on the capabilities of the powers in this area, and he knew what made them tick, but everyone used their powers differently. "Allies with my group? I belong to no group genius. If you haven't noticed I don't smell of any group." Killua snarkily spoke as he gestured with his paw to the rest of his body. "Besides, if they're someone with a rank from another group, that doesn't mean he deserves special treatment." Killua hated those that held ranks over other people's heads. It made him somewhat of a hypocrite as he had once planned to use his rank to get what he wanted, only to never have the plan come to reality. Ranks were just titles that held no power to them. They were just words after all. He had killed clan leaders in the past, and all of them had been leaders of that group for some time. It was funny to see leaders reactions when they were beaten in a fight. While he was laying down on his back, Killua would lower the top of his head to the branch so that he would look at the large dragon upside down. The 'big noodle' nickname hadn't been the first time he had used it. In a previous clan that he had visited, there was a baby snake that had approached him while he was talking to Circusclown. The small snake was then dubbed 'little noodle' as a small joke. Killua usually gave nicknames to those that he knew, except he had never given one to London for whatever reason. Mel had numerous nicknames, Stark was Stork, Izuku was apple or grape, and many others. Ah, so this guy was the leader of a group he had never heard of. Rosebloods. Were they created after he left Snowbound? Probably. "Rosebloods? Never heard of them. They a new group? What's it like?" The curiosity that showed from Killua belonged to that of a child. He always enjoyed exploring other clans territories, whether they knew about him being there or not didn't matter. His tail flicked below him as he would remember the other's name. Bai Shi. That wasn't a regular clan name. "What language is your name in?" Killua questioned, as his own name was in Japanese, although if anyone could translate his name, it wasn't all that special.
Killua was great when it came to pushing other creatures buttons. It would be a way to see exactly what pissed them off and see how weak minded someone could actually be. Killua had only met a couple of individuals that were fine with his teasing and would immediately tease him back, which he was fine with as it was a means of banter back and forth. Mel and he had done it constantly with one another, Killua making fun of her in a teasing manner that almost had no bite behind his words. On top of that, she would call him Candy Boy, based on the first interaction they had with one another when she first joined. He missed her. He missed everyone. He wondered if anyone was actually alive around here anymore that he would actually know of. The assassin wished that he could have been there for everyone else, instead of being terrified like a coward and running away to save his own skin. He had never sacrificed anything from himself to benefit the lives of others, at least nothing that he could distinctly remember. Killua wouldn't be surprised if was considered to be a constant nuisance when it came to those around him, but everyone else had a stick up their ass and couldn't take a couple of jabs here and there. Where was Tama when you needed her, or even Amorette where he could joke around with his sister. The good ol' days. Did they even exist? Killua wasn't entirely sure anymore. The assassin was laying back down the branch that he was on again and had rolled himself over so that he was on his back instead. One could say it was a vulnerable position when it actually wasn't when it came to having teleportation if anyone really wanted to try anything. Still, Killua didn't bother to look at the jaguar when he spoke, and in response, the other's words Killua let out a snort. He wasn't naive to believe that there were those that didn't have powers. Everyone had powers nowadays it was to be expected. It was simply that he had ways of defending himself against almost every power that existed, or at least he had plans set up that would help him in a battle.
He did extensive research on the capabilities of the powers in this area, and he knew what made them tick, but everyone used their powers differently. "Allies with my group? I belong to no group genius. If you haven't noticed I don't smell of any group." Killua snarkily spoke as he gestured with his paw to the rest of his body. "Besides, if they're someone with a rank from another group, that doesn't mean he deserves special treatment." Killua hated those that held ranks over other people's heads. It made him somewhat of a hypocrite as he had once planned to use his rank to get what he wanted, only to never have the plan come to reality. Ranks were just titles that held no power to them. They were just words after all. He had killed clan leaders in the past, and all of them had been leaders of that group for some time. It was funny to see leaders reactions when they were beaten in a fight. While he was laying down on his back, Killua would lower the top of his head to the branch so that he would look at the large dragon upside down. The 'big noodle' nickname hadn't been the first time he had used it. In a previous clan that he had visited, there was a baby snake that had approached him while he was talking to Circusclown. The small snake was then dubbed 'little noodle' as a small joke. Killua usually gave nicknames to those that he knew, except he had never given one to London for whatever reason. Mel had numerous nicknames, Stark was Stork, Izuku was apple or grape, and many others. Ah, so this guy was the leader of a group he had never heard of. Rosebloods. Were they created after he left Snowbound? Probably. "Rosebloods? Never heard of them. They a new group? What's it like?" The curiosity that showed from Killua belonged to that of a child. He always enjoyed exploring other clans territories, whether they knew about him being there or not didn't matter. His tail flicked below him as he would remember the other's name. Bai Shi. That wasn't a regular clan name. "What language is your name in?" Killua questioned, as his own name was in Japanese, although if anyone could translate his name, it wasn't all that special.
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