01-27-2017, 11:40 PM
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KILLUA
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[This is pretty much just Killua messing around in the museum and finding a secret tunnel that he plans to you ; P]
He didn't like the museum. He constantly told himself that, and he did believe it. The structure was very similar to the castle that used to be his home, and he wasn't really sure what to think about it anymore. Should he establish his own room or something here so that he could store all of his stuff? Which literally only consists of his satchel that he always wears on himself so there is no reason to worry about storing it in the first place anymore. However, the only reason why he was currently in the museum was because he felt like considering how old this place was, there had to be some secret right? Yes it was just a museum, but every building at least has some sort of secrets here and there. He knew that because he had been in several buildings before, and thanks to his assassin nature, it was his job to unveil all the secrets that are possible in this territory for the time being while he had nothing to do. He already knows that the leader doesn't like him, not like he cares, but still. He doesn't really know any other creatures that live in this place, which he really should in case he needs to use any information he can gather against them. Whether it would be papers that explained why this place was abandoned most likely by humans, because he really doubted that the two clanners that lived here would be capable of doing something like this. Well, probably since he knew that there were creatures that could have a lot of powers, just like himself. He had to make sure that he didn't run into anyone with powers if he could help it because that would just turn to be a losing battle for the likes of him. He didn't want to get incinerated by fire when he couldn't smother it like he used to. The one thing that Killua was hoping for, that brought out the kid in him was some sort of hidden room, or a hidden area that was stowed away in this place. Imagine how amazing it would be to find a random secret room without any clues to go on? Killua did have a knack for getting into things that he isn't supposed to though, so whether or not he would get himself into a predicament would soon be found out. He didn't care if someone said that he shouldn't be doing what he was about to do. What was the harm in it? This place already looked terrible anyway, and he had no need to try and help fix this place either.
The assassin always had his satchel with him, and the candy that he seemed to eat the most would be the lollipops that constantly were in his maw. However, he did prefer chocolate, but for him to eat that candy he would have to stop what he was doing and then sit down to eat it, since he wasn't good when it came to walking on just three legs after all. Killua had started his exploring through one of the halls of the art museum. Several paintings lined the walls, the stench of the old and rotting paint filling his nostrils causing him to want to cover his nose so that he wouldn't have to smell it. Thanks to his training, his sense of smell was actually quite good, as it would help him identify whether something was poisoned or not just by the scents that come from it. The male looked over some of the paintings, some complete abstract so he had no idea whatever the hell they meant, and then there were some paintings that showed landscapes, probably the landscape that surrounded this area. Yet, it raised one question to the albino serval. Where were the rest of the buildings? No one should be dumb enough to want to build a building in the middle of nowhere hoping that there would be some artists to come along and submit their art in there. That was absurd. But he didn't know how humans worked or really how their minds worked either. If he had his memories back, he would remember that humans are incredibly cruel, as there was one time back in the clans far away from here that his brother had gotten Killua captured by humans, and he was forced to be tortured by these humans. The reason being why he missed a couple of his molars in the back of his mouth because they had been forcibly removed from his mandible. Then they had tried to poison him and then carve his skin like a turkey. It had almost been comical to Killua at the time, but it had soon been replaced by rage as he figured out that it had been his brother that had set it up. Thanks to that Illumi had removed the memories of that moment by ripping a portion of his soul out, Killua didn't remember any of that.
His silent pawsteps couldn't be heard going down the corridor. He made sure to keep his long inch metal claws as sheathed as possible as not to let the sound of grinding metal on the sound of tiles to emanate from his position to tell everyone where he was. That would be a stupid idea, and he again wants to make sure that no one interrupts him while he's doing this. He wants to be the first one to discover what this place has to offer. He stops when he comes to a doorway though, his sapphire optics looking at the edges of the door. He constantly checks to make sure that no one has laid traps in this place, as there are plenty of loners that are around that wouldn't mind having a free meal, no matter what species their prey turns out to be either. He knows what it was like to see traps laid out, whether it was just a smudge missing from dust, or a strange scent left behind. It didn't matter, he would always find it. Once he was done checking out of instinct, Killua walked through the doorway, the door obviously missing. Oh wait, there it was. It was laying on the ground in shambles, as if someone had forcibly ripped it off and had thrown it to the ground to get in here. The albino serval made his way toward the door and stood on top of it, running the pads of his paw against the rough surface of the wood. It looked like claw marks to him. They were old though, and he doubted that the creature that did this wanted to stick around if they weren't able to find what they were looking for either. Changing his attention, he looked around the room to notice that it was some kind of office. Everything covered in cobwebs and dust from the looks of it. He couldn't help but let a snort escape his jaws at the office, his fathers looking a lot different and also a lot bigger too. Could he call this place mediocre compared to the castle he lived in? Yep. Killua looked at the large wooden desks, trinkets lining the edges of the material. He bunched up the muscles in his back legs, and made sure not to over shoot the desk as he landed on top of it. As soon as he did land though, a plume of dust enveloped him, causing a serious of coughs and sneezes. If someone listened closely they would be able to hear some curse words mixed in there at the same time. He shook his fur trying to get the dust off, but now instead of being pure white, he was more of a mixture of grey a white. Great, he was going to have to take a bath now to get all this damned stuff off of him.
Killua didn't pay any mind to the papers that are on the desk, as he already noticed that the writing is too faded to even try to read anymore. He knows that he can grab a piece of paper and a pencil to scribble over it to probably get what the creature wrote, but he was just looking for a secret passage. Killua leaped down from the desk onto the left side of the group, being somewhat incredibly small and being lined with bookcases even. He doubted that someone would be stupid enough to do the old bookcase and the book that if pulled would open a secret door. But what if humans were that dumb? Killua couldn't help but let a smirk spread across his jaws, but he realized that when he landed, there was wood beneath his paws. It seemed that the room now had wood flooring compared to the tile flooring of the rest of the building. Interesting. That gave the Zoldyck an idea, and he unsheathed his metal claws. There, he began to tap the wood with it, while occasionally slamming his paw down on a small area. He got to one area in the corner of the room, and soon figured out that that the sound that came from it was practically hollow. He tapped it again a couple times before a victorious smile spread across his jaws. The albino serval was about to celebrate when suddenly he heard a cracking noise that sounded a little bit far off. What? His large audits perked on his cranium as they swiveled, the smile immediately disappearing. Was someone watching him? He turned his head to look at the doorway only to see nothing. Then he realized that the sounding of the cracking was coming from beneath him. He had no time to react when the floor splintered underneath him, a yowl escaping his jaws out of pure surprise of what had just happened. Killua was lucky that he didn't end up landing on a fragment of wood and impale himself. He did however land heavily on the ground several feet down, his small body landing with a thump, followed by a groan too. He didn't move for a couple moments, as the first appendage to move was his right foreleg. The reason he didn't move was to make a mental check of what could possibly be broken. He felt pain from his back left leg, although not much, meaning that he most likely sprained it. Which is fine with Killua since he can just walk it off thanks to his high amount of pain tolerance. When he did finally start moving, he had made sure to keep his eye closed on the factor that by the time he opened them, his eyes would have adjusted to the change in light from going to a bright place to a darkened. The assassin moved his limbs so that they were directly under him, allowing him to push himself up. He made sure to keep his head lowered in case the ceiling of whatever hole he fell in was low and he didn't want to bash his own skull into it. Finally, he opened his eyes and noticed what seemed like to be a secret tunnel that nearly led him to nowhere. He looked up to see the opening of splintered wood, and a sour look spread across his facial features. Now he knew why the floor had crumbled out from under him, the wood had been rotting. Made sense in a place like this after all.
Now he ran in the problem on trying to figure out where the hell to even go now. Flicking one of his large ears he turned toward the darkness in front of him. He couldn't really climb out as there wasn't anything to stick his claws into unless he wanted to try and sinking them into stone. If he had his damn powers he would have been able to do this easily. Huffing to himself, the grey and white serval began to make his way through the whole, his pawsteps completely silent as he did so. He knew that he was bound to have splinters all in his fur, but he also didn't really care all that much. His eyes were illuminated in the darkness, thanks to the way that feline retina's worked. Soon, the tunnel began to open quite a bit. What worried Killua though was that it was going down instead of going up. Meaning that there was a chance that thanks to how old this place is, he could die from a cave in. Now, he certainly didn't want to have to deal with that because he knows that if this place ends at a dead end then he would be screwed for a little bit. As he continued to walk, the white fur that covered the top of his paw began to no longer look their color, instead they almost looked like the color of red thanks to the deep red soil that covered this area. Probably rich in iron. He already unsheathed his claws in case there was water down here and he didn't want himself to be slipping either. When he heard something in front of him though, Killua immediately stopped. He could feel the fur on the back of his neck begin to bristle and the side of his lips start to curl as he almost snarled at the noise. Wait. What was that sound? He stopped himself, and closed his eyes again so that he could carefully listen. It was air. Excitement sparked in the young male as he completely forgot about everything and just began to sprint forward. The assassin is lucky that he doesn't have to worry that there wasn't a pothole in the tunnel he was running through now. He stopped and noticed an opening not too far away, and it seemed to be covered by something. Using his claws, he carefully dug his way through that part, and the sunlight practically blinding him. Causing him to hiss in somewhat pain at the burning sensation in his skull. He kept his eyes closed but his body kept moving as he got himself out of the tunnel. He could feel the grass underneath his paws, and when he turned his head, he finally forced himself to open his eyes as he was going to sooner or later. The museum building was right next to him. He blinked slightly in surprise, because he was pretty sure that the tunnel had started to go down right? A confused look spread across his facial features as he sat himself down, and nearly rubbed his face with his paw but looked to see how red they were. Obviously, it wasn't blood but just dirt, however, it was going to stain his fur he could promise himself that. So it seemed like this tunnel lead in and out of the museum. He wondered if anyone else knew about this escape and enter route. Probably not since he would have noticed if the wood had splintered if someone had stood on it. A smirk now was there on his lips at the potential for what he could use this for. Now he knew how to get out, he could go back in whenever he wanted to make renovations for it, careful not to cause a cave in. He would probably have to get some wooden supports and create his own little secret area where he could go without being disturbed. Determined now, the assassin grabbed a bunch of tree branches and dirt and laid them over the top of the hole that he had created. His paws itched with anticipation of the possibilities of what he could create. Maybe this place wasn't all that boring.
He didn't like the museum. He constantly told himself that, and he did believe it. The structure was very similar to the castle that used to be his home, and he wasn't really sure what to think about it anymore. Should he establish his own room or something here so that he could store all of his stuff? Which literally only consists of his satchel that he always wears on himself so there is no reason to worry about storing it in the first place anymore. However, the only reason why he was currently in the museum was because he felt like considering how old this place was, there had to be some secret right? Yes it was just a museum, but every building at least has some sort of secrets here and there. He knew that because he had been in several buildings before, and thanks to his assassin nature, it was his job to unveil all the secrets that are possible in this territory for the time being while he had nothing to do. He already knows that the leader doesn't like him, not like he cares, but still. He doesn't really know any other creatures that live in this place, which he really should in case he needs to use any information he can gather against them. Whether it would be papers that explained why this place was abandoned most likely by humans, because he really doubted that the two clanners that lived here would be capable of doing something like this. Well, probably since he knew that there were creatures that could have a lot of powers, just like himself. He had to make sure that he didn't run into anyone with powers if he could help it because that would just turn to be a losing battle for the likes of him. He didn't want to get incinerated by fire when he couldn't smother it like he used to. The one thing that Killua was hoping for, that brought out the kid in him was some sort of hidden room, or a hidden area that was stowed away in this place. Imagine how amazing it would be to find a random secret room without any clues to go on? Killua did have a knack for getting into things that he isn't supposed to though, so whether or not he would get himself into a predicament would soon be found out. He didn't care if someone said that he shouldn't be doing what he was about to do. What was the harm in it? This place already looked terrible anyway, and he had no need to try and help fix this place either.
The assassin always had his satchel with him, and the candy that he seemed to eat the most would be the lollipops that constantly were in his maw. However, he did prefer chocolate, but for him to eat that candy he would have to stop what he was doing and then sit down to eat it, since he wasn't good when it came to walking on just three legs after all. Killua had started his exploring through one of the halls of the art museum. Several paintings lined the walls, the stench of the old and rotting paint filling his nostrils causing him to want to cover his nose so that he wouldn't have to smell it. Thanks to his training, his sense of smell was actually quite good, as it would help him identify whether something was poisoned or not just by the scents that come from it. The male looked over some of the paintings, some complete abstract so he had no idea whatever the hell they meant, and then there were some paintings that showed landscapes, probably the landscape that surrounded this area. Yet, it raised one question to the albino serval. Where were the rest of the buildings? No one should be dumb enough to want to build a building in the middle of nowhere hoping that there would be some artists to come along and submit their art in there. That was absurd. But he didn't know how humans worked or really how their minds worked either. If he had his memories back, he would remember that humans are incredibly cruel, as there was one time back in the clans far away from here that his brother had gotten Killua captured by humans, and he was forced to be tortured by these humans. The reason being why he missed a couple of his molars in the back of his mouth because they had been forcibly removed from his mandible. Then they had tried to poison him and then carve his skin like a turkey. It had almost been comical to Killua at the time, but it had soon been replaced by rage as he figured out that it had been his brother that had set it up. Thanks to that Illumi had removed the memories of that moment by ripping a portion of his soul out, Killua didn't remember any of that.
His silent pawsteps couldn't be heard going down the corridor. He made sure to keep his long inch metal claws as sheathed as possible as not to let the sound of grinding metal on the sound of tiles to emanate from his position to tell everyone where he was. That would be a stupid idea, and he again wants to make sure that no one interrupts him while he's doing this. He wants to be the first one to discover what this place has to offer. He stops when he comes to a doorway though, his sapphire optics looking at the edges of the door. He constantly checks to make sure that no one has laid traps in this place, as there are plenty of loners that are around that wouldn't mind having a free meal, no matter what species their prey turns out to be either. He knows what it was like to see traps laid out, whether it was just a smudge missing from dust, or a strange scent left behind. It didn't matter, he would always find it. Once he was done checking out of instinct, Killua walked through the doorway, the door obviously missing. Oh wait, there it was. It was laying on the ground in shambles, as if someone had forcibly ripped it off and had thrown it to the ground to get in here. The albino serval made his way toward the door and stood on top of it, running the pads of his paw against the rough surface of the wood. It looked like claw marks to him. They were old though, and he doubted that the creature that did this wanted to stick around if they weren't able to find what they were looking for either. Changing his attention, he looked around the room to notice that it was some kind of office. Everything covered in cobwebs and dust from the looks of it. He couldn't help but let a snort escape his jaws at the office, his fathers looking a lot different and also a lot bigger too. Could he call this place mediocre compared to the castle he lived in? Yep. Killua looked at the large wooden desks, trinkets lining the edges of the material. He bunched up the muscles in his back legs, and made sure not to over shoot the desk as he landed on top of it. As soon as he did land though, a plume of dust enveloped him, causing a serious of coughs and sneezes. If someone listened closely they would be able to hear some curse words mixed in there at the same time. He shook his fur trying to get the dust off, but now instead of being pure white, he was more of a mixture of grey a white. Great, he was going to have to take a bath now to get all this damned stuff off of him.
Killua didn't pay any mind to the papers that are on the desk, as he already noticed that the writing is too faded to even try to read anymore. He knows that he can grab a piece of paper and a pencil to scribble over it to probably get what the creature wrote, but he was just looking for a secret passage. Killua leaped down from the desk onto the left side of the group, being somewhat incredibly small and being lined with bookcases even. He doubted that someone would be stupid enough to do the old bookcase and the book that if pulled would open a secret door. But what if humans were that dumb? Killua couldn't help but let a smirk spread across his jaws, but he realized that when he landed, there was wood beneath his paws. It seemed that the room now had wood flooring compared to the tile flooring of the rest of the building. Interesting. That gave the Zoldyck an idea, and he unsheathed his metal claws. There, he began to tap the wood with it, while occasionally slamming his paw down on a small area. He got to one area in the corner of the room, and soon figured out that that the sound that came from it was practically hollow. He tapped it again a couple times before a victorious smile spread across his jaws. The albino serval was about to celebrate when suddenly he heard a cracking noise that sounded a little bit far off. What? His large audits perked on his cranium as they swiveled, the smile immediately disappearing. Was someone watching him? He turned his head to look at the doorway only to see nothing. Then he realized that the sounding of the cracking was coming from beneath him. He had no time to react when the floor splintered underneath him, a yowl escaping his jaws out of pure surprise of what had just happened. Killua was lucky that he didn't end up landing on a fragment of wood and impale himself. He did however land heavily on the ground several feet down, his small body landing with a thump, followed by a groan too. He didn't move for a couple moments, as the first appendage to move was his right foreleg. The reason he didn't move was to make a mental check of what could possibly be broken. He felt pain from his back left leg, although not much, meaning that he most likely sprained it. Which is fine with Killua since he can just walk it off thanks to his high amount of pain tolerance. When he did finally start moving, he had made sure to keep his eye closed on the factor that by the time he opened them, his eyes would have adjusted to the change in light from going to a bright place to a darkened. The assassin moved his limbs so that they were directly under him, allowing him to push himself up. He made sure to keep his head lowered in case the ceiling of whatever hole he fell in was low and he didn't want to bash his own skull into it. Finally, he opened his eyes and noticed what seemed like to be a secret tunnel that nearly led him to nowhere. He looked up to see the opening of splintered wood, and a sour look spread across his facial features. Now he knew why the floor had crumbled out from under him, the wood had been rotting. Made sense in a place like this after all.
Now he ran in the problem on trying to figure out where the hell to even go now. Flicking one of his large ears he turned toward the darkness in front of him. He couldn't really climb out as there wasn't anything to stick his claws into unless he wanted to try and sinking them into stone. If he had his damn powers he would have been able to do this easily. Huffing to himself, the grey and white serval began to make his way through the whole, his pawsteps completely silent as he did so. He knew that he was bound to have splinters all in his fur, but he also didn't really care all that much. His eyes were illuminated in the darkness, thanks to the way that feline retina's worked. Soon, the tunnel began to open quite a bit. What worried Killua though was that it was going down instead of going up. Meaning that there was a chance that thanks to how old this place is, he could die from a cave in. Now, he certainly didn't want to have to deal with that because he knows that if this place ends at a dead end then he would be screwed for a little bit. As he continued to walk, the white fur that covered the top of his paw began to no longer look their color, instead they almost looked like the color of red thanks to the deep red soil that covered this area. Probably rich in iron. He already unsheathed his claws in case there was water down here and he didn't want himself to be slipping either. When he heard something in front of him though, Killua immediately stopped. He could feel the fur on the back of his neck begin to bristle and the side of his lips start to curl as he almost snarled at the noise. Wait. What was that sound? He stopped himself, and closed his eyes again so that he could carefully listen. It was air. Excitement sparked in the young male as he completely forgot about everything and just began to sprint forward. The assassin is lucky that he doesn't have to worry that there wasn't a pothole in the tunnel he was running through now. He stopped and noticed an opening not too far away, and it seemed to be covered by something. Using his claws, he carefully dug his way through that part, and the sunlight practically blinding him. Causing him to hiss in somewhat pain at the burning sensation in his skull. He kept his eyes closed but his body kept moving as he got himself out of the tunnel. He could feel the grass underneath his paws, and when he turned his head, he finally forced himself to open his eyes as he was going to sooner or later. The museum building was right next to him. He blinked slightly in surprise, because he was pretty sure that the tunnel had started to go down right? A confused look spread across his facial features as he sat himself down, and nearly rubbed his face with his paw but looked to see how red they were. Obviously, it wasn't blood but just dirt, however, it was going to stain his fur he could promise himself that. So it seemed like this tunnel lead in and out of the museum. He wondered if anyone else knew about this escape and enter route. Probably not since he would have noticed if the wood had splintered if someone had stood on it. A smirk now was there on his lips at the potential for what he could use this for. Now he knew how to get out, he could go back in whenever he wanted to make renovations for it, careful not to cause a cave in. He would probably have to get some wooden supports and create his own little secret area where he could go without being disturbed. Determined now, the assassin grabbed a bunch of tree branches and dirt and laid them over the top of the hole that he had created. His paws itched with anticipation of the possibilities of what he could create. Maybe this place wasn't all that boring.
thunderclan -- apprentice -- male -- 6 moons -- [abbr=35lb albino serval w/ front metal claws and w/sapphire blue eyes - doesn't smell like anything - steps are completely silent and immune to poison and electricity - extreme difficulty - No Capture/Kill - attack in paleturquoise]tags (hover)[/abbr]
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO