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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:36 pm
~Welcome~
Take a seat.
This might take some time.
Listen here my fellow Assasins!
I am God to you.
You must obey me whether you want to or not.
Why else have you chosen to be by my side?
To kill or be killed?
That's your question.
I'll give you an answer. I have divided my section into three different roots. Or if you must say, rankings. You have your plain ol' Assasins, what you become when learning the arts of death, meaning, giving death. You will be there most of the time unless if you're worthy enough to show me all the skill you have in you to become on step above that. You have your Snipers/Sword Master, skilled in the arts of one strike kills, a two star assasin. Must know the gun from front and back. Know the heart of your sword for it's your ONLY friend. You are a body guard, they are yours. Deadly, risky, dangerous, you now have your Elite Assasins. These are the ones that earned their titles to be called, an 'Assasin'. These are the ones I called for the most difficult assignments. The ones I trust and respect the most. These are 'my' assasins.
Now that I've gotten that straighten out, needless I remind you.
You are an assasin.
You give death.
Not take them.
That is completely out of your league.
And yes, there is a difference.
A massive difference.
As an assasin, you DO NOT have the abilities to 'take' life for the living.
I wont allow that.
That is why you must, and I mean, MUST have a partner.
That partner of yours is your reaper. You must protect the reaper with all your life, whether you want to or not, your partner may not be touch by a living's hands or need I remind you, I'll have your head. You will be assigned your Reaper as soon as you become an assasin.
And the most important thing I must say.
You don't become an assasin.
You are chosen to be an assasin.
You are honored to be given that choice.
Yet again, you might not have one after all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:18 pm
The boy walked out of the shadows and smiled in to the room. He plased the bear on a chear. " just so you know, my little frend, if you hirt that bear I will hirt you." he siad as he tirned around and walked out of the room. he headed back up to the tea room, the things that he was being called resontly was somethign taht ahd to stop, everyone around here was a a** in his mind. All of them held them self highe and better then all others. He knew that eh was not the highst in the world, but he was not the lowest eather. the people that he had to call partner/ leader had to treat him with some more respect then the scum that he was being treated with alredy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:21 pm
"My finger doesn't hurt... I can't feel anymore pain..." Strife said walking through the doors. "Yet, my heart... That doesn't even beat hurts... Like crazy, it hurt me so much! By good Goddess! Is this what Death gives you?!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:26 pm
"Yes," Ender's voice echoed thought the room. "Now listen here Maggot. You're my assassin and I'll teach you no ropes. You learn from instincts, I'll train you but I wont teach you. Get it? You don't have a choice to begome what you want unless if you don't want a life at all. A life beyond death, I'm giving it to you. I picked you to become my Assasin because you have what I want. Not the abilities to become something great, that's something you find yourself, I can't give it to you. I'm not going to play favorites with you for you're not that fovorite. Get the hell out of here and start training." Ender commanded pushing Strife onto the floor and walking back out the door.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:28 pm
I'm everything he is. Why does he think he's above me? He keeps calling me boy yet I'm older than him, he's like what?! 9, 10? I have his cold, dark blood, I can be better than him! I am everything he is and he knows it! Is he afraid that I'll rise above him?! Is that it?! Now's my chance to get it into his skin! "Ender!!!" Strife shouted wanting for him to turn his head back.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:33 pm
Pissed off. Before a blink of an eye, he came from behind Strife and knocked him side ways. As he laid on the ground, Ender cracked his neck with his foot and kicked him a few times in the face. "Although you're dead! You can feel the bits of pain as your blood shed you hear me?! The pain is there!" He said kicking his in the face a few more times. "Look," Ender gave a sigh as he took his foot off his neck. "I don't see you as beneath me. I don't think I'm above you because of course you can become as strong as me. Right now, I have limits but my limits are far beyond yours. I've been doing this long before you can ever imagine so don't take me for granted." Ender walked out. "And for your information, I'm not 9, nor am I 10. I'm a few thousands plus your puny decades." Just before he lefted the room, he said, not looking at Strife, "Don't call my name out like that, ever, again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:36 pm
He rubbed his face as he made his way to the Dojo. "That ******** a**... How the hell would he know what I'm thinking?" With the towel he got from the entrence, he dried the blood off his face but only smeared the blood all over. "I'll have to sweat this freaken blood off my face and I bet he would want me to, too!"
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