06-20-2019, 10:37 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Death was nothing new for the assassin. At a very young age, he was introduced to the family business and exactly how far his family was willing to go in order to get paid. It became normal. He believed that families that were different were strange and weird while his were normal. The horrible acts that they forced him to go through were normal for him. This had been engrained in his head for a very long time until the last couple of months when he finally wanted to seek out his own life and make something of himself that wasn't an assassin. Either way, he was able to see death at a young age and talking about it wasn't against a question. He was the type that associated a lot with dark humor that some others may not appreciate. He believed that those around his age were bound to see death at some point and should be introduced to it as soon as possible. That was the way he used to think. After meeting Circusclown, he realized just how scarring it could be for someone young to see death and how it could affect their mental state. When his former mentor had told him that, at first Killua believed that those that were traumatized by death were just weak and needed to be worked to be stronger like he had been. It was as time progressed that he started to care about other animals that he realized that he would never want to show any one of them a corpse because of how horrible it would be for them. Everyone was different and were not raised the same way he was. But, they were all animals and they needed to kill more often than not in order to survive. Sure, most of the prey items that they did acquire were not as sentient as they were, and were incapable of speech. Those that lived in clans or tribes were quick to be trained to hunt and acquire their own food, and technically those skills could be used in battle to kill an opponent. Killua quickly learned that after being around the clans for so long, that killing was frowned upon in most groups. Which made little to no sense to him to this day, as if one wanted to permanently get rid of a threat, one would simply have to kill the enemy and be done with it. Killua knew that reincarnation was a factor to take into account due to his sister having been reincarnated into a small robot upon her death.
At least, he assumed that it was her death anyway. Killua would be more than willing to continue to hunt someone down and kill them enough times that they wouldn't want to come back to life. Also thanks to Circusclown, he realized exactly how precious life was to him. When he had learned that the domestic cat had committed suicide and left him alone, Killua did not shed a tear. He refused to let himself cry fully for his fallen mentor, and was going to follow the note that he had given him long ago and still kept to this day. Killua would give a lot to have Circusclown come back again, missing the former leader. Losing Circusclown was the only account of Killua losing someone that he looked up to. No, they didn't know each other on an extremely personal level, but the lessons that Circusclown taught him stuck with him to this day and he owed the male so much, only to now never get the chance. Killua did not blame London for anything and had no idea that she felt this way either. He knew that she was absent for a small amount of time, but he believed that her presence was still around or that she had something to do. Both Killua and London seemed to leave Snowbound around a similar time. In his mind, he still believed that London was in Snowbound, so when he was given the location of the former territory, he made sure to go take a look to see if anyone had rebuilt the territory to its old glory. Killua tried not to get his hopes up when he arrived at the burnt area of the territory, that there would be someone familiar that was alive and healthy in this place. He held his breath as he investigated the territory before coming to the conclusion that no one was around and the area was almost bare of life. Defeated, he had returned back to Elysium, telling no one about his journey. After that, he kept to himself, rarely talking to anyone else unless he passed by them. He was constantly lost in his own thoughts about how he could be better. The wildcat also never thought of London as a liability. Yes, she had a condition, but that just meant that he would have to protect her, or even teach her how to deal with extensive wounds.
Anyone that touched his friend would meet the fury of his claws and brutal death. He did not judge her for her condition, just as she didn't judge him for his past and all the horrible acts he had done. The assassin watched as the albino in front of him seemed to stop in her tracks. Even if it wasn't London, it was an appropriate reaction to anyone suddenly talking behind them. He was starting to think those that once resided in Snowbound may find their way back to Elysium, as it was currently the only non-warbound group in the area. As soon as the female turned around, he could immediately feel an increase in his heart rate. He was right. London was alive. There were no obvious injuries on her body. She was okay. His friend was alive. He didn't betray her like his brother preached that he would. Killua didn't move from his spot, as again he wasn't entirely sure if the clouded leopard was indeed real or that his sleep-deprived mind was making up an image that he wanted to see. He quickly caught the scent of salt as he watched the tears fall down her face. That was one factor about Killua that had almost never changed, he never liked watching anyone cry. Killua remained silent as she approached him, hearing his name made him perk up a little bit. This couldn't be a hallucination. It just couldn't, because he wouldn't know what to do if it was. As she stopped in front of him, he was actually able to feel her presence, the body heat that she gave off, something that a hallucination would have a hard time creating. Hearing her apologizing almost elicited a laugh from his jaws. She was always doing that, no matter how many times he would say that she didn't need to. Killua's sapphire blue eyes began to glaze over with his own tears, but the tears did not fall from his face. Having yet to say anything, the wildcat would raise his arms and aim to wrap them around the female's neck as he attempted to bring her into a hug. Killua had never initiated any physical contact between the two, as he wasn't great when it came to any physical contact. His skin was almost cold to the touch thanks to his air elementals. Both of them had grown, almost similar in size, although London had a lot more muscle than he did as he was built for speed. If the hug worked, the assassin's grip would be tight and he would make sure that the tips of his metal claws would not come close to touching her. "You're alive." Killua would finally choke out as he kept his eyes close. His first friend was alive. "I'm so happy you're still alive." Killua's voice cracked this time as he spoke, his body shaking in fear of what he would have done if the knowledge that she was actually dead. "I've missed you, ya know?" Killua admitted finally. He was lonely without those that were willing to deal with him. It was strange not having someone to talk to in a casual manner.
At least, he assumed that it was her death anyway. Killua would be more than willing to continue to hunt someone down and kill them enough times that they wouldn't want to come back to life. Also thanks to Circusclown, he realized exactly how precious life was to him. When he had learned that the domestic cat had committed suicide and left him alone, Killua did not shed a tear. He refused to let himself cry fully for his fallen mentor, and was going to follow the note that he had given him long ago and still kept to this day. Killua would give a lot to have Circusclown come back again, missing the former leader. Losing Circusclown was the only account of Killua losing someone that he looked up to. No, they didn't know each other on an extremely personal level, but the lessons that Circusclown taught him stuck with him to this day and he owed the male so much, only to now never get the chance. Killua did not blame London for anything and had no idea that she felt this way either. He knew that she was absent for a small amount of time, but he believed that her presence was still around or that she had something to do. Both Killua and London seemed to leave Snowbound around a similar time. In his mind, he still believed that London was in Snowbound, so when he was given the location of the former territory, he made sure to go take a look to see if anyone had rebuilt the territory to its old glory. Killua tried not to get his hopes up when he arrived at the burnt area of the territory, that there would be someone familiar that was alive and healthy in this place. He held his breath as he investigated the territory before coming to the conclusion that no one was around and the area was almost bare of life. Defeated, he had returned back to Elysium, telling no one about his journey. After that, he kept to himself, rarely talking to anyone else unless he passed by them. He was constantly lost in his own thoughts about how he could be better. The wildcat also never thought of London as a liability. Yes, she had a condition, but that just meant that he would have to protect her, or even teach her how to deal with extensive wounds.
Anyone that touched his friend would meet the fury of his claws and brutal death. He did not judge her for her condition, just as she didn't judge him for his past and all the horrible acts he had done. The assassin watched as the albino in front of him seemed to stop in her tracks. Even if it wasn't London, it was an appropriate reaction to anyone suddenly talking behind them. He was starting to think those that once resided in Snowbound may find their way back to Elysium, as it was currently the only non-warbound group in the area. As soon as the female turned around, he could immediately feel an increase in his heart rate. He was right. London was alive. There were no obvious injuries on her body. She was okay. His friend was alive. He didn't betray her like his brother preached that he would. Killua didn't move from his spot, as again he wasn't entirely sure if the clouded leopard was indeed real or that his sleep-deprived mind was making up an image that he wanted to see. He quickly caught the scent of salt as he watched the tears fall down her face. That was one factor about Killua that had almost never changed, he never liked watching anyone cry. Killua remained silent as she approached him, hearing his name made him perk up a little bit. This couldn't be a hallucination. It just couldn't, because he wouldn't know what to do if it was. As she stopped in front of him, he was actually able to feel her presence, the body heat that she gave off, something that a hallucination would have a hard time creating. Hearing her apologizing almost elicited a laugh from his jaws. She was always doing that, no matter how many times he would say that she didn't need to. Killua's sapphire blue eyes began to glaze over with his own tears, but the tears did not fall from his face. Having yet to say anything, the wildcat would raise his arms and aim to wrap them around the female's neck as he attempted to bring her into a hug. Killua had never initiated any physical contact between the two, as he wasn't great when it came to any physical contact. His skin was almost cold to the touch thanks to his air elementals. Both of them had grown, almost similar in size, although London had a lot more muscle than he did as he was built for speed. If the hug worked, the assassin's grip would be tight and he would make sure that the tips of his metal claws would not come close to touching her. "You're alive." Killua would finally choke out as he kept his eyes close. His first friend was alive. "I'm so happy you're still alive." Killua's voice cracked this time as he spoke, his body shaking in fear of what he would have done if the knowledge that she was actually dead. "I've missed you, ya know?" Killua admitted finally. He was lonely without those that were willing to deal with him. It was strange not having someone to talk to in a casual manner.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO