05-01-2018, 03:03 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Relationships and interacting with other's wasn't something that Killua had ever been good at. There had been no reason for him to be when all that he needed to know was where the proper artery was that he was going to end up needing to cut. It was easier for him to get adapted to the world in that matter if he didn't have to think about formalities all of the time. There were plenty of instances where one could consider the albino serval to be rude, and some of them would be right if they just didn't end up having a stick up their ass when it came to talking about a joke or if he was just messing with them. They didn't know how to relax every once in a while, and that was fine with Killua because he just messed with others in order to get some sort of reaction from them. Before he had been with his family there was no need to try and seek anyone out in that regard. The assassin wasn't supposed to have friends after all and he usually had a job to worry about before anything else. Once he did leave his family though, he had reason to learn how to interact with other's even if it was a small amount. Sadly, the apprentice didn't know what it was like to feel the love from the rest of his family, and instead, he felt nothing but loneliness ever since he had joined Snowbound. Stark and Amorette were nowhere though, and he was trying so badly to keep his head up high despite what was going on inside of his mind. He was getting some good progress but it wasn't enough just yet. It was only until recently with an interaction with someone that he didn't have to worry about what someone thought of him. London wasn't going to judge him for who he was and he wasn't going to judge her either. Killua doubted that the other realized how happy he was to be called her friend. A term that had been used to him for the first time in his entire life. Killua didn't initially know how to react to something like that, but he managed and kept tears from flowing down his face. A headache that he had once gotten while talking about friendships with others were now gone. And he had to admit, that the albino clouded leopard was interesting enough in his eyes to start following her around. Friends usually followed each other around when they saw each other right? Killua had no idea what to do when it came to terms of being friends, but he was just going to wing it and see what was going to happen. Like some of the other Snowbounders that lived in the area, they weren't all that fond when it came to parties, and Killua wasn't fond of them either. Too many creatures in one spot could easily make him uncomfortable he wasn't prepared enough. Killua had no idea that something like this was going to end up going on, and so when he was walking around and caught the scent of the Typhoon, it immediately put him into a bad mood. Compared to Jacob, Killua didn't trust the other group and he had no idea why Leigh had thought of it as being a good idea to let the rest of them join the camp. If Guru appeared, it would just mean that tensions would run high and he doubted anyone would blame him if he decided to end the female right then and there for the things that she had done. He wasn't deputy anymore no, but that didn't mean that others could just ignore his orders like they were nothing. The albino serval was standing there for several seconds as he lowered his nose toward the ground. It wasn't just one Typhoon member.
There were more of them. What the hell was going on? He couldn't smell any blood on the wind or any screams so he doubted that there was any sort of fighting right now. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed slightly as he began to trot his way toward the camp where everyone seemed to be gathering. The scent of Typhoon and the smell of sweets was quick to catch his attention. He tilted his head slightly as he arrived on the scene, and he had to admit he hadn't been confused like this for a very long time. What was happening? He barely arrived in time to hear what Jacob was trying to do, and one his eyebrows twitched. A dating event. With the Typhoon. How in the right mind was this a good idea? A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he didn't have any plans in participating in the event, raising one of his paws to rub the front of his face. That was until he saw how many creatures were actually participating in the event. First, it was Mel, and he could see exactly how awkward she felt, and he would be right there with her. He practically recognized everyone there, except for the deer that he wasn't really anticipating. The other certainly looked interesting, but it was obvious that he had some kind of disease that was going through him. Oh man, he hoped that no one ended up getting sick from him, but it was none of his business. He was somewhat late to arrive, but he noticed that someone from the Typhoon appeared. She was alone, which would be in their favor if there was indeed a fight that would break out depending on how the Typhoon acted or if he ended up making trouble for himself. Hearing a familiar voice, his ears perked as his attention turned toward London, and he almost immediately seemed to relax. London was certainly someone that he could count on to keep him calm in any sort of situation. As he started to walk silently toward London, a smirk would spread across his face as he looked toward Mel. "Didn't think that this would be your kind of party." Killua would tease the cougar as he walked passed her, making sure that the other knew that he was just going to blatantly ignore her either. At the same time, Killua grabbed a piece of paper that Jacob had provided to be put into the box for whatever reason. Killua came to a stop beside London, a smile on his facial features. "Yo." Killua greeted the other as he sat down next to her. From the look that was on the albino clouded leopard's face, it was obviously confused on what she was supposed to do. He doubted that she didn't know how to write her own name and that it was some other factors. Killua knew all the terms, but he had no experience with any of them. He was knowledgeable when it came to most things anyway, especially after his time living with the clans. He put his piece of paper on the ground and conjured up a small bottle of black ink. Killua could just dip his claws into the ink and write in that manner, having written many letters to his own family during his life. Killua was quick to write his name and 'platonic'. He had just made his first friend, he wasn't exactly ready to try and get romantically with anyone just yet. Once he had finished his, he pushed it slightly forward so that London could take a look at it. "Platonic means that you aren't trying to look for a romantic relationship with someone, basically just like a friendly conversation. While romantic means like the opposite I guess, like wanting to have kids with someone is more the romantic route." Defining what platonic meant was easy. Romance was a little bit harder. He knew basically little nothing about it like London did. But he at least knew what a date was, but he doubted a conversation would be considered to be a date. At least he hoped so. Killua would swallow hard at the idea of actually going on a date. It probably wouldn't end well.
There were more of them. What the hell was going on? He couldn't smell any blood on the wind or any screams so he doubted that there was any sort of fighting right now. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed slightly as he began to trot his way toward the camp where everyone seemed to be gathering. The scent of Typhoon and the smell of sweets was quick to catch his attention. He tilted his head slightly as he arrived on the scene, and he had to admit he hadn't been confused like this for a very long time. What was happening? He barely arrived in time to hear what Jacob was trying to do, and one his eyebrows twitched. A dating event. With the Typhoon. How in the right mind was this a good idea? A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he didn't have any plans in participating in the event, raising one of his paws to rub the front of his face. That was until he saw how many creatures were actually participating in the event. First, it was Mel, and he could see exactly how awkward she felt, and he would be right there with her. He practically recognized everyone there, except for the deer that he wasn't really anticipating. The other certainly looked interesting, but it was obvious that he had some kind of disease that was going through him. Oh man, he hoped that no one ended up getting sick from him, but it was none of his business. He was somewhat late to arrive, but he noticed that someone from the Typhoon appeared. She was alone, which would be in their favor if there was indeed a fight that would break out depending on how the Typhoon acted or if he ended up making trouble for himself. Hearing a familiar voice, his ears perked as his attention turned toward London, and he almost immediately seemed to relax. London was certainly someone that he could count on to keep him calm in any sort of situation. As he started to walk silently toward London, a smirk would spread across his face as he looked toward Mel. "Didn't think that this would be your kind of party." Killua would tease the cougar as he walked passed her, making sure that the other knew that he was just going to blatantly ignore her either. At the same time, Killua grabbed a piece of paper that Jacob had provided to be put into the box for whatever reason. Killua came to a stop beside London, a smile on his facial features. "Yo." Killua greeted the other as he sat down next to her. From the look that was on the albino clouded leopard's face, it was obviously confused on what she was supposed to do. He doubted that she didn't know how to write her own name and that it was some other factors. Killua knew all the terms, but he had no experience with any of them. He was knowledgeable when it came to most things anyway, especially after his time living with the clans. He put his piece of paper on the ground and conjured up a small bottle of black ink. Killua could just dip his claws into the ink and write in that manner, having written many letters to his own family during his life. Killua was quick to write his name and 'platonic'. He had just made his first friend, he wasn't exactly ready to try and get romantically with anyone just yet. Once he had finished his, he pushed it slightly forward so that London could take a look at it. "Platonic means that you aren't trying to look for a romantic relationship with someone, basically just like a friendly conversation. While romantic means like the opposite I guess, like wanting to have kids with someone is more the romantic route." Defining what platonic meant was easy. Romance was a little bit harder. He knew basically little nothing about it like London did. But he at least knew what a date was, but he doubted a conversation would be considered to be a date. At least he hoped so. Killua would swallow hard at the idea of actually going on a date. It probably wouldn't end well.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO