04-29-2018, 04:00 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Vines are great so I don't exactly blame you haa)
Killua didn't really have to deal with the aspect of bullying due to the way that he was. He grew up in a household that other's simply threatened each other's lives instead of using rude names to call one another. Although Killua did call one of his brother's piggy because all the other ended up doing was sitting around the house not doing anything. It was funny to Killua, and what he regarded that brother as because it would the reaction out of him. But would he fault someone in the clans for something that they couldn't control now? He would more likely call someone an idiot or that they were weak and that if they didn't get their stuff together that they would ultimately just end up dying and that would be their fault. It was easy for Killua to be a bully because he had been taught at a young age exactly how to get underneath creatures skins. Most of the time if he made someone angry during a fight it just meant that their actions would become sloppy and Killua could take advantage of that. The assassin could make his job easier by pissing off his opponent, or there were a couple times that pissing someone off simply made their actions stronger in that regard. He had to be careful during which times to try and poke and prod, but if someone had a backstory and they didn't want to share it, he would never force anyone to share their life story. Just like he expected the same for them when he wasn't one to try and share where he came from because that would probably terrify anyone that came to him the next time. He was an assassin, and had an assassin name basically. It was hard for him enough to get away from his past so he wasn't really fond of talking about it to those that he didn't trust completely. He didn't have any friends after all, just like his older brother had predicted during his training. He wasn't supposed to have any, and yet he was trying his damn best to try and figure out how to make friends. Killua could be cruel and blunt when he talked to other's, and most of the time no one knew if he was serious or not. Which he could use to his advantage again to take control of a situation fairly easily. Killua never liked not to be in control because that meant there were too many potential factors that could ruin a scenario if he wasn't careful. He always had to plan ahead and piece together how someone would end up reacting to what he was doing so that he could come up with a proper response. Due to the way that his mind worked, Killua was constantly thinking all the time, and it was that thinking that could deteriorate his mental health if he wasn't careful. He was always stressed without actually showing it. He was always paranoid. His family gave him reasons to be and trying to break a habit that had been with him since birth was a difficult thing to do. It had been a while since he had heard anyone laugh, especially around him. It made his large white ears perk a little bit more on the top of his head as he listened to the sound, and he couldn't help but return the laughter back toward the other. His chest expanding as he inhaled and exhaled the air that was needed to make the sound. When had been the last time that he could just joke around with someone without worrying what was happening? "Well, you aren't wrong. I would say go to the Typhoon but most of the animals over there are assholes." Killua stated with a smug shrug of his shoulder. Of course he himself could take anyone on in the Typhoon with ease. Izuku sure? He wasn't sure. The other didn't seem to be confident enough in himself to be able to deal with a fight like that. The grin was still on his facial features though when he spoke to the other. Killua hadn't expected the other to actually answer his question with such honesty. It made no sense to him why the other could potentially tell him the truth, but there was a chance that Izuku was lying about his story. The grin that was once on his facial features disappeared to a neutral expression.
With the way that the other was reacting to his own story, he was either a good actor or was telling the truth. While the other looked down at his paws, Killua began to study the other, formulating different opinions in his head of the other male. He had friends. He hadn't heard that term used for a while, and he could feel a flow of jealousy through his face. Although he didn't show he was feeling like usual. The other had gotten separated from a friend. Killua couldn't relate to that feeling, never really having a friend before. Killua wasn't the greatest when it came to giving comfort to other's, and it was difficult for him to try and come up with the right words to comfort the maine coon in front of him. "Considering that there aren't any other groups in the area, you're bound to find them again." It was true, there were few open areas in the territories where a loner could live without being seen by the likes of a clanner. Killua also didn't expect the winged feline to be so excited about the aspect of climbing. The positivity was almost painful for the young assassin. But it wasn't something that was annoying and something that he would want to push away. Killua had to clear his throat for the pressure that had been building while he looked at the feline. Killua shrugged, acting like the gesture wasn't a huge deal, even if it would be entertaining for him. "Why not. I got nothing to do today." Killua stated casually, albeit him being the deputy. He rarely ever did his job, he just kept the rank so that he could eventually use the power over others if he needed to get something in the future. He gestured with one of his stark white paws for the other to walk toward him. "Come on over and put your front paws on the tree and try to get a good grip with your claws. If you try to catch yourself if you fall by trying to grab the tree, you'll probably rip out a claw. You need to have some upper arm strength to be able to start climbing, but once you get all paws on the tree it focuses more on the muscles of your back legs." Killua explained as he was looking up and down the tree. His claws were like knives, sharper than knives actually, so he had an advantage when it came to climbing in general. Although, sometimes he didn't even have to climb, and would simply jump onto the lowest branch, being capable of jumping 10ft vertically was handy. Killua would then face himself toward the tree and would demonstrate, raising both of his long front limbs as he sank his metal claws into the flesh of the tree. Putting most of his weight on his front paws once they were attached. From there, Killua would then use the muscles in his front arms as he lifted one of his front arms and moved it upward, giving him room so that he could use his back leg claws to attach himself to the tree. Compared to his front paws, his back claws were completely normal, having not been modified at all. A couple movements and all four of his paws were attached to the tree. He would look over his shoulder and carefully watch how Izuku moved. Not entirely worried about him hurting himself if he did fall since there was plenty of new snow laying on the ground that could act as a cushion.
Killua didn't really have to deal with the aspect of bullying due to the way that he was. He grew up in a household that other's simply threatened each other's lives instead of using rude names to call one another. Although Killua did call one of his brother's piggy because all the other ended up doing was sitting around the house not doing anything. It was funny to Killua, and what he regarded that brother as because it would the reaction out of him. But would he fault someone in the clans for something that they couldn't control now? He would more likely call someone an idiot or that they were weak and that if they didn't get their stuff together that they would ultimately just end up dying and that would be their fault. It was easy for Killua to be a bully because he had been taught at a young age exactly how to get underneath creatures skins. Most of the time if he made someone angry during a fight it just meant that their actions would become sloppy and Killua could take advantage of that. The assassin could make his job easier by pissing off his opponent, or there were a couple times that pissing someone off simply made their actions stronger in that regard. He had to be careful during which times to try and poke and prod, but if someone had a backstory and they didn't want to share it, he would never force anyone to share their life story. Just like he expected the same for them when he wasn't one to try and share where he came from because that would probably terrify anyone that came to him the next time. He was an assassin, and had an assassin name basically. It was hard for him enough to get away from his past so he wasn't really fond of talking about it to those that he didn't trust completely. He didn't have any friends after all, just like his older brother had predicted during his training. He wasn't supposed to have any, and yet he was trying his damn best to try and figure out how to make friends. Killua could be cruel and blunt when he talked to other's, and most of the time no one knew if he was serious or not. Which he could use to his advantage again to take control of a situation fairly easily. Killua never liked not to be in control because that meant there were too many potential factors that could ruin a scenario if he wasn't careful. He always had to plan ahead and piece together how someone would end up reacting to what he was doing so that he could come up with a proper response. Due to the way that his mind worked, Killua was constantly thinking all the time, and it was that thinking that could deteriorate his mental health if he wasn't careful. He was always stressed without actually showing it. He was always paranoid. His family gave him reasons to be and trying to break a habit that had been with him since birth was a difficult thing to do. It had been a while since he had heard anyone laugh, especially around him. It made his large white ears perk a little bit more on the top of his head as he listened to the sound, and he couldn't help but return the laughter back toward the other. His chest expanding as he inhaled and exhaled the air that was needed to make the sound. When had been the last time that he could just joke around with someone without worrying what was happening? "Well, you aren't wrong. I would say go to the Typhoon but most of the animals over there are assholes." Killua stated with a smug shrug of his shoulder. Of course he himself could take anyone on in the Typhoon with ease. Izuku sure? He wasn't sure. The other didn't seem to be confident enough in himself to be able to deal with a fight like that. The grin was still on his facial features though when he spoke to the other. Killua hadn't expected the other to actually answer his question with such honesty. It made no sense to him why the other could potentially tell him the truth, but there was a chance that Izuku was lying about his story. The grin that was once on his facial features disappeared to a neutral expression.
With the way that the other was reacting to his own story, he was either a good actor or was telling the truth. While the other looked down at his paws, Killua began to study the other, formulating different opinions in his head of the other male. He had friends. He hadn't heard that term used for a while, and he could feel a flow of jealousy through his face. Although he didn't show he was feeling like usual. The other had gotten separated from a friend. Killua couldn't relate to that feeling, never really having a friend before. Killua wasn't the greatest when it came to giving comfort to other's, and it was difficult for him to try and come up with the right words to comfort the maine coon in front of him. "Considering that there aren't any other groups in the area, you're bound to find them again." It was true, there were few open areas in the territories where a loner could live without being seen by the likes of a clanner. Killua also didn't expect the winged feline to be so excited about the aspect of climbing. The positivity was almost painful for the young assassin. But it wasn't something that was annoying and something that he would want to push away. Killua had to clear his throat for the pressure that had been building while he looked at the feline. Killua shrugged, acting like the gesture wasn't a huge deal, even if it would be entertaining for him. "Why not. I got nothing to do today." Killua stated casually, albeit him being the deputy. He rarely ever did his job, he just kept the rank so that he could eventually use the power over others if he needed to get something in the future. He gestured with one of his stark white paws for the other to walk toward him. "Come on over and put your front paws on the tree and try to get a good grip with your claws. If you try to catch yourself if you fall by trying to grab the tree, you'll probably rip out a claw. You need to have some upper arm strength to be able to start climbing, but once you get all paws on the tree it focuses more on the muscles of your back legs." Killua explained as he was looking up and down the tree. His claws were like knives, sharper than knives actually, so he had an advantage when it came to climbing in general. Although, sometimes he didn't even have to climb, and would simply jump onto the lowest branch, being capable of jumping 10ft vertically was handy. Killua would then face himself toward the tree and would demonstrate, raising both of his long front limbs as he sank his metal claws into the flesh of the tree. Putting most of his weight on his front paws once they were attached. From there, Killua would then use the muscles in his front arms as he lifted one of his front arms and moved it upward, giving him room so that he could use his back leg claws to attach himself to the tree. Compared to his front paws, his back claws were completely normal, having not been modified at all. A couple movements and all four of his paws were attached to the tree. He would look over his shoulder and carefully watch how Izuku moved. Not entirely worried about him hurting himself if he did fall since there was plenty of new snow laying on the ground that could act as a cushion.
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