05-13-2019, 08:12 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua really enjoyed food. It was one of the few things in this world that actually made him somewhat happy. It wasn't that he had any other hobbies to really think about, but if there was no one that considered themselves to be a cook in Elysium, then he was probably out of luck when it came to trying out new foods. If only Amorette was here, he was fairly certain that the female would have easily stockpiled pies for miles on end. His thoughts always seemed to travel back to those that he no longer had contact with. It gave him somewhat of a sorrowful feeling that wanted to suppress as much as possible but the feeling in the back of his head seemed to promote such emotions. Killua was lucky that he had yet to hear the voice in his mind since he had left Snowbound to lose track of his brother and the rest of his family before returning. Snowbound was gone and there was nothing left. It left an ache in his chest. He was confused at such a feeling, as he had never had that feeling before in his entire life until now. The confusion of such an emotion meant that he buried it as quick as possible and kept up on the facade that he was doing okay. He was doing a lot better than Stark was that was, to say the least, or maybe he was just pretending that he was a lot better than his father figure. Killua didn't have any wounds on him, while Stark did, so physically he was in better shape than the much larger canine. Either way, it was probably becoming public knowledge exactly how much the wildcat enjoyed candy and how he always seemed to eat the stuff. The assassin seemed to be addicted to the stuff, and if anyone tried to take candy away from him, they would have another thing coming if they thought they could get away with it.
There was some candy that Killua refused to touch, and it was candy that had been given to him by his mentor figure after his death. The creatures name was Circusclown, someone that he had known across two different clans and wished the man was still around right now to give him some form of a direction of where he should be heading now that he was back to square one. Well, he really wasn't. He had Stark. That was something, and it was a comfort that probably kept the assassin from completely going insane in a place that he didn't really know. He had been spending a lot more time in the observatory, alone with his thoughts, which would probably kill him one day. Anyway, the albino serval was all for trying different kinds of food that weren't some sort of prey animal. At this point, he didn't care if new foods were poisoned or not, as it would be something out of his regular routine. Maybe he should start conjuring up the pastries that Amorette had made when they lived together. No. He knew they wouldn't taste the same. A sigh escaped the serval's jaws as he exited the Observatory, and headed over the top of the mountain. Getting used to the new altitude wasn't all that much of a struggle, but he could feel the pressure in his chest and lungs whenever he did anything that required physical work. Couple more days and he would be in peak physical condition. His enhanced senses were almost always on when he was walking around Elysium territory, making sure that no one could sneak up on him or cause any trouble. He didn't care that everyone said they were here during peaceful times, that could change in an instant. It was almost ironic. He used to be the one that stirred trouble for other groups with his assassinations, and now he was trying to stop such chaos. Killua was able to catch a familiar voice, his large ears swiveled in the direction the voice came from. Straw. The young male was still interested in the red panda somewhat and had questions that he would eventually ask her.
Sounded like she needed help with something, so he began to make his way over. He could potentially help or simply arrive for his own entertainment. Killua was a little late to the party when he noticed both Stark and the polar bear he was fairly certain he didn't know the name standing near a greenhouse. A structure that he had never seen before. Curious about the building first, the albino serval walked to the edge of the building, his sapphire blue eyes looking over the structure in a critical and strategic manner. It looked like a regular greenhouse, seemed to neither be old or new either. After making sure to memorize aspects of the building, Killua made his way over toward the slowly growing group. A picnic? He's had a picnic before. Did him having hot chocolate with London count as a picnic if it was in the middle of the night? The thought made his fur fluff up at to what that could also imply. Killua came to stand next to Stark, leaving space between him and the canine, looking down at the two baskets that were there with various different items. He could smell some prey animals and some plants that were there. What caught his attention first though was the stuff that was in the jars, it looked like it could be mashed fruit but he wasn't entirely certain. Since the two larger animals had already offered their help, Killua didn't bother to voice that he could help as well. The albino serval sat himself down, raising a paw to conjure up a small rectangular box of chocolates, slicing open the top of it with his claws before throwing a piece into his mouth. After a couple of seconds of chewing, he would tilt his head to the side as he spoke. "What's in the jars?" Killua questioned, as he would most definitely attend the picnic. It was free food. What was there not to like?
There was some candy that Killua refused to touch, and it was candy that had been given to him by his mentor figure after his death. The creatures name was Circusclown, someone that he had known across two different clans and wished the man was still around right now to give him some form of a direction of where he should be heading now that he was back to square one. Well, he really wasn't. He had Stark. That was something, and it was a comfort that probably kept the assassin from completely going insane in a place that he didn't really know. He had been spending a lot more time in the observatory, alone with his thoughts, which would probably kill him one day. Anyway, the albino serval was all for trying different kinds of food that weren't some sort of prey animal. At this point, he didn't care if new foods were poisoned or not, as it would be something out of his regular routine. Maybe he should start conjuring up the pastries that Amorette had made when they lived together. No. He knew they wouldn't taste the same. A sigh escaped the serval's jaws as he exited the Observatory, and headed over the top of the mountain. Getting used to the new altitude wasn't all that much of a struggle, but he could feel the pressure in his chest and lungs whenever he did anything that required physical work. Couple more days and he would be in peak physical condition. His enhanced senses were almost always on when he was walking around Elysium territory, making sure that no one could sneak up on him or cause any trouble. He didn't care that everyone said they were here during peaceful times, that could change in an instant. It was almost ironic. He used to be the one that stirred trouble for other groups with his assassinations, and now he was trying to stop such chaos. Killua was able to catch a familiar voice, his large ears swiveled in the direction the voice came from. Straw. The young male was still interested in the red panda somewhat and had questions that he would eventually ask her.
Sounded like she needed help with something, so he began to make his way over. He could potentially help or simply arrive for his own entertainment. Killua was a little late to the party when he noticed both Stark and the polar bear he was fairly certain he didn't know the name standing near a greenhouse. A structure that he had never seen before. Curious about the building first, the albino serval walked to the edge of the building, his sapphire blue eyes looking over the structure in a critical and strategic manner. It looked like a regular greenhouse, seemed to neither be old or new either. After making sure to memorize aspects of the building, Killua made his way over toward the slowly growing group. A picnic? He's had a picnic before. Did him having hot chocolate with London count as a picnic if it was in the middle of the night? The thought made his fur fluff up at to what that could also imply. Killua came to stand next to Stark, leaving space between him and the canine, looking down at the two baskets that were there with various different items. He could smell some prey animals and some plants that were there. What caught his attention first though was the stuff that was in the jars, it looked like it could be mashed fruit but he wasn't entirely certain. Since the two larger animals had already offered their help, Killua didn't bother to voice that he could help as well. The albino serval sat himself down, raising a paw to conjure up a small rectangular box of chocolates, slicing open the top of it with his claws before throwing a piece into his mouth. After a couple of seconds of chewing, he would tilt his head to the side as he spoke. "What's in the jars?" Killua questioned, as he would most definitely attend the picnic. It was free food. What was there not to like?
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO