Λʂʂɑʂʂɪл`Ϛ +ａｃａｄｅｍｙ[Yaoi, open]

[breadsexual]

+__ ☆_ RP . BY// Bread, Moogs, & Pecan with the help of Gawd.
+__ ☆_ INSPIR . ATION// Assassin's Creed.
+__ ☆_ GRAPHICS . BY// Google images, Bread & Moog edits.
+__ ☆_ LEV . EL// Lit. to Adv. Lit.
+__ ☆_ GEN . RE// School ; Action ; Humor ; Crack ; Yaoi.

P R O F I L E ☼ O O C

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[breadsexual]

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[breadsexual]

† R E S P E C T . t h e __R U L E S

| THE DUH |

_____x_____Ⅰ * Stating the obvious, this is an Assassin's Creed-based roleplay. Though, I have to admit that most of this was thought up and created between deranged, slightly insane people on MSN and is full of crack galore! However, if you're into cracking things up and having fun, be my guest--read on~.
_____x_____Ⅱ * This is a YAOI roleplay. LOVIN' BETWEEN MANZ. So, if you have a problem with it or generally just like to make an a** out of yourself, please gtfo. C:
_____x_____Ⅲ * Respect this rp, respect the rpers, and, most of all, respect me, Bread. And maybe Moogs and Pecan, etc, butmainlyme.
_____x_____Ⅳ * This is a given, and people with functional brains should already know this by now but: ABSOLUTELY NO cybering, god-mod, power play, flaming, bumping, or being a general nuisance in this rp. Also, no ooc fights; that's just stupid.
_____x_____Ⅴ * Don't cheat. Read our rules before you move on to applying.
_____x_____Ⅵ * HAVE A BAMFIN' TIME.

| POSTE IS POSTETH |

_____x_____Ⅰ * This is a LITERATE roleplay. Meaning three paragraphs minimum. This is a really big issue with some of us (mainly me), because I absolutely DESPISE one sentence/one paragraph posts.
_____x_____Ⅱ * However, with that said, I do prefer quality alot more than quantity. I'll allow a couple spelling mistakes, but every other word is ridiculous. Word and Firefox are your friends, take advantage of them.
_____x_____Ⅲ * Try to post, at the very least, twice a week. If you're having difficulties getting access to the internet or will be gone be sure to PM Breadsexual. We will warn you of your inactivity. You leave us hanging for ten days without a response, and your character disappears.
_____x_____Ⅳ * Third person limited, people. First person is a nono. Also, no present tense--I thought I didn't need to mention this, but apparently I do.
_____x_____Ⅴ * No double posting.
_____x_____Ⅵ * Layout prettiness, please. Spice up your posts, make 'em hawt and dope and pimp. Give 'em some style~. Font must be 9-11, because that's the only font I can endure.
_____x_____Ⅶ * OOC talk must have OOC somewhere in or around it, indicating that it's, indeed, OOC. Good deal? Good deal. No chat speak, kaythanksbai.

| CHARACTER CONCOCTIONZ |

_____x_____Ⅰ * I'm not going to give you a max on the amount of characters you can have, but generally I think a good number to stop at is three. If you have more than three you better be able to handle them.
_____x_____Ⅱ * No Mary-sues or Gary-stus. Please. Your character should be original, have some flaws. Give them a little flare so they're their own person and unique. Use your imagination~.
_____x_____Ⅲ * PM all profiles to Breadsexual titled "Leap of Faith" or you won't get accepted.
_____x_____Ⅳ * Highlight the end of this post for the actual PM instructions.
_____x_____Ⅴ * Do not assassinate your dorm buddy. No matter how many times he spreads toothpaste on the toilet seat or dips your hand in warm water, you do not have the right to take your roommate’s life.
_____x_____Ⅵ * If you have any rumors you want to spread, any advertisements you want to advertise, or any questions you want to be answered, just PM Breadsexual, Moogs, or Pecan.

Whoo, you read through my rules, you are a winnar. For your reward, you may have the actual PM title: "Nero Shrimp." <3
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[breadsexual]

[imgright]IMGHERE[/imgright][align=center][size=20][b]meet[/b] }{ ::[/size]
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[b][size=13]Age by age;[/size][/b][size=10][color=color1][size=10]Their age.[/size][/color]
[b][size=13]We rhyme with our seasons;[/size][/b][color=color2][size=10]Their birthday. [/color][/size]
[b][size=13]Keeps me occupied;[/size][/b][color=color1][size=10]Their hobby; extracurricular activity; etc. [/size][/color]
[b][size=13]What I call home;[/size][/b][color=color1][size=10]Dorm?[/size][/color]
[b][size=13]The sky's the limit;[/size][/b][color=color2][size=10]height.[/size][/color]
[b][size=13]With this much exercise!;[/size][/b][color=color2][size=10]weight. [/size][/color][b][/list]
[align=center][size=14][color=color3]D i g g i n g[/color][b]____[/b][color=color3]d e e p e r[/color][/size][/align]
[list][b][size=13][color=color1]I'm slowly learning;[/color][/size][/b][size=10]
[color=color2]○[/color] personality trait.
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[list][b][size=13][color=color1]Tell you I need you;[/color][/size][/b][size=10]
[color=color2]○[/color] Like.
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[color=color1]○[/color] Like.
[color=color2]○[/color] Like. [/size][/list]
[list][b][size=13][color=color1]Tell you I set you apart;[/color][/size][/b][size=10]
[color=color2]○[/color] Dislike
[color=color1]○[/color] Dislike
[color=color2]○[/color] Dislike
[color=color1]○[/color] Dislike
[color=color2]○[/color] Dislike [/size]

[b][size=13]What was ever really special about me;[/size][/b][size=10][color=color1] strength ○ strength ○ strength ○ strength[/color][/size]
[b][size=13]Nobody said it was easy;[/size][/b][size=10][color=color2] weakness ○ weakness ○ weakness ○ weakness[/size][/color]
[b][size=13]Let's see how far we've come;[/size][/b][size=10][color=color2] special skills.[/color][/size]
[b][size=13]I trip over everything you say;[/size][/b][size=10][color=color1] Crush[/color][/size]
[b][size=13]Runnin' in circles;[/size][/b][size=10][color=color2] Extra, pets, did we miss anything?[/color][/size]
[b][size=13]Crayola me;[/size][/b][size=10] Post colors[/size] [/list]

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[breadsexual]

___ωђατ Dαy ιs ιτ?;;

Jan. Feb. Mar. Apr. May. Jun. Jul. Aug. Sep. Oct. Nov. Dec.

.01 .02 .03 .04 .05 .06 .07
.08 .09 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14
.15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20 .21
.22 .23 .24 .25 .26 .27 .28
.29 .30 .31


ℓσσk up, ωђατ Do you sεε?;;


Sunrise // Morning // Afternoon // Sunset // Evening // Midnight

&

Clear // Cloudy // Foggy // Cold // Warm // Hot // Rain // Storm


``C l o u d y . w i t h . a . c h a n c e . o f . f a l l i n g . a s s a s s i n s´´


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[breadsexual]

Life in the brotherhood isn't just feathers and bureaus. It's all about learning what you can about the enemy, hard work, and honor. And for your efforts, young assassins, are rewards with perks. Those that do very well, and achieve far more then expected, earn rooms fit for a prince. Just less money in your pocket, but at least your sleep is nice and the room is comfortable. If you do an average job, one just about any could do, you receive a normal room. It's not fancy and maybe you'll find it chilly at night. But it could be worse, right? And those, the ones that fail and do not even attempt to use their true potential. They are the ones sleeping on the roof, or maybe in the haycarts.
Consider it punishment for disgracing the people who try so hard everyday.


Ｂｅｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｂｅｓｔ xxxxxx

Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ①;; "PAVEL VIKTOR" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ②;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ③;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ④;; "CASIMIR FAY" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ⑤;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"

Ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｄｏ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ xxxxxx

Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ①;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ②;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ③;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ④;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"
Ｒｏｏｍ ⓞ⑤;; " FAILURE" && "FAILURE"

Ｆａｉｌｕｒｅｓ xxxxxx

Ｒｏｏｆ ｏｒ Ｈａｙｃａｒｔ?
"RomeoCAUSEHEFAILS" ;; HAYCARTS.BETCHES.
"Failure2" ;; ROOFORHAYCART.

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[breadsexual]

The boxes represent the state the rumor is currently in.
For starters, ☐ means the rumor is still alive and floating around.
☑ means the rumor has been proven. Solidly and can't be falsified.
☒ meaning the exact opposite, its made up. You, my friend, have been lied too.

THE LIES GO HERE, MKAY?

" Ｌｉａｒ, ｌｉａｒ, ａｓｓａｓｓｉｎ'ｓ ｐａｎｔｓ ｏｎ ｆｉｒｅ. ♪ "

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[breadsexual]

[breadsexual]

[breadsexual]

[Aerorasu]

TALKING POINTS FROM TALKING HEADS ( WithAutomatedSmiles ) !! o o o x o x o x o x o x o x『 ◊ 』 o x o x o
x o x o x o x o x ➡ p a v e l v i k t o r ✥

Sunrise wasn’t necessarily the best time to be up and practicing, with swords, while still half asleep. Who‘d honestly be using the outdoors training area this early? Insane people, that’s who. “Your counter strikes are off. You have to time it right. Otherwise you’ll be getting stabbed in the stomach.” Viktor sighed and tried to explain, again for what felt like the hundredth time, what the student was doing wrong. He wasn’t even trying to correct his timing. He must’ve really believed he was doing it right. Of course he could just be an idiot? “Once again.” This was boring, he was getting tired and annoyed. Plus he hadn’t had breakfast. What a day this was turning out to be- “Ow! Damn it!” His side hurt like hell and he felt frozen, what the hell just happened?! “You-!” He didn’t get to finish his ’im-pissed-and-going-to-kill-you’ taunt. “Alright! I did it!” He earned himself a glare. “Only because I’m insanely hungry right now.”

“Yeah right, Pavel, I just got you. Admit it!” …Huh? Sorry did the ears deceive? Pavel? That’s what he said, right? You heard it to, didn’t you? Ahahaha, someone was getting ahead of themselves. Standing up straight, Viktor dropped the sword to the ground. It wasn’t his after all, just one for simple practice. Cracking his knuckles, he paced forward towards his victim. Flexing his wrist as he continued forward, the hidden blade revealed itself. He wasn’t going to kill the guy, don’t worry, just show him why you never call Viktor by his first name. The student, seeming to realize his mistake, in turn took steps back. “Hold on! I‘m sorry! I didn‘t mean to say-”

And still being tired, annoyed and hungry.
That really didn’t help his mood.
Not in the least.

The roof was a nice place to relax, see the stars at night, plus those horrible students that didn’t try to be a true assassin slept up here. But one of the best qualities was the fact that throwing people from them was one of the best pleasures the world could offer. Why pass it up? Bird flew up and away as they neared the edge, them being Viktor and the poor unfortunate soul. “So, you think you can speak freely?” He frantically shook his head and attempted reasoning. “N-no sir! These things happen, you know-” All reason denied. “Didn’t look that way to me. Watch yourself, you won‘t get far with those kinds of screw ups.” With that Viktor easily maneuvered the assassin forward. Shoving him off the edge just after releasing his hold on the collar of the uniform. Bye-bye. The fear in the students eyes satisfied his vengeful hunger that flared up hearing his own name. He felt a bit better, his day was looking up after all.

Suddenly there was a loud fwoosh sound and particles of dust and hay flew upwards into the air. He could hold the grin back, knowing this meant his aim hadn’t been off. Bulls eye, he landed right in the hay cart! He might have hit his head or something on the side, but hey? Viktor looked over the edge down below, the assassin looked confused but still alive. He dropped over the side and began to climb down the building. It was much easier when you weren’t forcing someone else up. He walked over to the cart and stared at the student. “Now hold your tongue and go clean the training area or something.” Earning a swift nod Viktor smirked and turned on his heels. Now what? Silently he stalked off and contemplated what to do as he paced back towards the dorms. Since he felt fully awake now, sleeping was out of the question. So that left...? Absolutely nothing he could really think of at the moment. Damn.

Tada, here it was before him. The building where the students actually had to sleep on the roof for failing. It was funny knowing people actually wasted others time like that. His gaze lowered down to the ground beneath his feet, rocks. Templars seemed to like throwing these at Assassins. Especially when you were trying to make an escape, a great escape, but half way up the wall and you get pelted by them and accidentally fall. Horrible memories of a first assassination for any member of the brotherhood. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to teach them a thing or two as well? Just like his previous student. Ha ha, it was horrible to throw rocks at your brothers, but he couldn’t resist. Besides, he might not even hit them. Viktor was throwing them blindly like a little kid with his fingers crossed!

YOU WANT MY AIR, YOU WANT ( MY ) LIFE

xxxI ACT AS [ ONE ] BUT I AM NOT ALONE


There's no higher ground to stand then bottom of the pile.xxxxxx


Give up acting unaware you can't ignore the crime.xxxxxx


xTHE.ENEMY.IS.YOU.AS.WELL.THE.ENEMY.IS.Ixxxxxxxxx



XX

[Quicksilver Addict]

I asked a question? Give me an answer!

You say the word, and I will "disappear"

You're running fast, but you can run faster!
Your wheels to the dirt, gonna make it CLEAR

Say there's something better, but today...there is a cold moon rising ◑ ◐

He'd only seen a flash of her in the shadow of a pleasantly dark alleyway. Well-tuned eyes had told him she was not the average girl at all, that the look in her eyes and the movement of her hip as she disappeared meant she was definitely after something more. He stalled, expressionless. Should he follow her? After all, training supplied him with the means to defend himself against a plethora of situations. There was hardly something that could catch him off guard. With one glance back and a reassuring noise he continued into the tight space, anticipating the next surprise.

He was met with a pair of spread legs on a pleasantly scandalous woman. A rush filled his head and one other place.

Then he heard a tap. At first he ignored it, attempting to continue what he was doing, but then the taps got louder, closer. Being an assassin of the brotherhood and a very careful man in general, Casimir backed up and put a finger to his lips softly. The woman just smiled and waited patiently as he left to check what it was making the racket...

He sat up stiffly and groggily, staring at the rock that had wrenched him so easily from a great dream like that. His look was accusing, sulky. Then he realized he was under attack. Rolling to the right to avoid a heavy rock to the chest, he shoved himself quickly upright with his arm. He had suspected that sleeping on the roof of the academy would earn him a little disrespect, but he thought it had nothing on getting to stay in the highest place he could sleep safely. Or rather not safely anymore, now that the battlements were under siege. His tired gaze shifted to the direction of the approaching ammunition and he hefted a rock up with his right toes, positioning it just in front of his shoulder and throwing it down back at the perpetrator. One rock after another fell back to the ground painfully by use of feet until only the largest one remained. This one he gripped tightly with his left hand. He was betting many of the rocks had probably pelted the perpetrator but just in case they didn't take the hint, he was willing to show them just why you don't mess with this particular roof.

Lo and behold, he was innately surprised when he discovered who was actually throwing the rocks. His calm, pale face and long black locks fell over his face as coal eyes stared down at his own brother. Without hesitation, his left arm appeared in a flash, throwing the rock back with all the speed and force his one arm could muster, which, when that was the only useful limb for life or death in the wall situation, was very toned and strong. "Little Pavellie," he called down, "What aspect of this morning makes you think that all of us enjoy playing Papa to the midgets at the crack of dawn?" Normally he wouldn't have said anything, but the dream he'd been torn from was aiming to be particularly satisfying. "Now if you'd like to come up here and take care of what you so ignorantly wrought me of, I might forgive you."

.:{ Alt. Ending: "Now if you'd like to come up here and let me ******** your attractively tanned a**, I might forgive you." }:.

You wanted something better, but tonight, tonight you're giving

_____...darkness?
And you can't
H E A R M E
I will try to
draw you
N E A R M E
But in the morning - You will wake up ►►► alone . . .

When your body b./.r./.e./.a./.k./.s
Even the hummingbirds will

#$% feel the earthquake %$#

You'll ♬♩ sing a song ♪♫ of your ♡♡♡'s complaints

[Aerorasu]

TALKING POINTS FROM TALKING HEADS ( WithAutomatedSmiles ) !! o o o x o x o x o x o x o x『 ◊ 』 o x o x o
x o x o x o x o x ➡ p a v e l v i k t o r ✥

In time his little rock throwing session ended and already the amusement dissipated. Truly, throwing rocks wasn’t fun when you couldn’t see who was getting hit. If anyone was even getting hit. So he’d pretty much came to a dead end and decided that he was done. Turning away he began to plan out what he’d be doing for the rest of the day as he decided where to go, until a rock pelted the back of his head. He turned back- ready to snap at whoever until he realized fully what was happening. Was this suppose to be a counter attack? Pavel blinked, his auburn stare fixed where the rocks were coming from. He watched as a few completely missed him, others falling on his head but he used his arm to deflect them off. Huh, this had not been expected. Pavel was a bit pleased, he didn’t enjoy being hit with rocks, but it was nice knowing someone would actually defend themselves. So impatiently he rocked forward on his heels slightly, anticipating who it could be? He thought of a few people in his head, but waved them off once he saw the perpetrator’s missing arm. The usually pallid skin, stark hair. It was Casimir. Ugh.

All delight leaked away and Pavel’s day went back to being a horrible one. Now flat on his feet with his entertained expression morphing into a rather drawl one, Pavel didn’t even realize what happened. Until it did. “AAW- ********] The assassin’s voice out cried as his head throbbed a bit. The rock, that just hit him directly in the forehead, thumped to the ground. Viktor rubbed the now sore flesh, wouldn’t that bruise? “You-” He bit his tongue and listened to the younger assassin speak. Although, he was dying to just pick that rock back up and throw it at lefty’s face. He restrained himself, that would probably be childish anyway. “Don’t call me that.” He wasted no time narrowing his eyes and frowning at the mention of his name. Even though Casimir added his own little bit at the end. And that still pissed him off, so now he felt like throwing some people off of roofs. Mainly the one missing a limb. That wouldn’t be right though, he wouldn’t even care if it wouldn’t look like bullying. Since he was older, had both arms, and that’s just how others would see it as. It wasn’t fair at all!

As for everything else Casimir said, Viktor didn’t really pay attention. Since the arrogant man was sure he had better things to do then associate with the likes of Casimir- although he really didn’t have anything else to do really. Surely he could find something? There was something better then this. Like watching grass grow, yeah, that sounded much more worth his time. Waving a hand swiftly through the air he acted uncaring towards the other‘s ‘misfortune‘ of being a victim of Pavel‘s boredom. “I’m sure whatever your problem is you can handle it yourself.” He really was sure- mostly due to the fact that if you can talk like that you shouldn’t even need assistance. Oh but wait, this wasn‘t just a person. This guy had a small hindrance and Pavel was the assassin that helped pretty much everyone. If anything- you’d think he’d be front of the line. But this guy just made him so mad, you really don’t understand how much hate could come from just being near him. Pavel snorted, “Unless of course your, inconvenience, is getting in the way?” He was rather fond of that idea, since it meant Cashmere needed help with some things. ( Well, of that there was no doubt, but that fact that he asked for Pavel’s help just boosted his ego. ) Eh, why not? If anything, because Casimir wouldn’t be getting shoved off a roof anytime soon, he could always jump off himself. Yes, the simple solution was always the best.

Wasting no more time, he started climbing the side of the dorms building. It wasn’t a joke that people literally had to sleep up here so of course it was pretty easy to climb. And as he was heading up he refrained from getting to close to the windows, this was for his own personal reason. Not out of respect, but just because he wouldn’t want any unnecessary mental scars on his part. At any rate, he was on the roof, pushing himself up before standing up right. He wasn’t really expecting on getting a hand since Casimir only had one and all. “Alright, alright what the hell is your problem, lefty?” Viktor muttered as he dusted off the filth from the wall. Man, how did that one-armed disappointment manage to even get up here? Sighing, he crossed his arms and looked at the younger assassin with a slanted gaze. This had damn well better be worth his time.

YOU WANT MY AIR, YOU WANT ( MY ) LIFE

xxxI ACT AS [ ONE ] BUT I AM NOT ALONE


There's no higher ground to stand then bottom of the pile.xxxxxx


Give up acting unaware you can't ignore the crime.xxxxxx


xTHE.ENEMY.IS.YOU.AS.WELL.THE.ENEMY.IS.Ixxxxxxxxx



XX

[ArtificialIntelligence]

x▒ ◈ ▒xxxYou're Getting Closer
x xiToxxxxxxPushingxxxMexxxOffxxxOfxxxLife'sxxxLittlexxxEdge


x▒ ◈ ▒xxxCause I'm a loser
x xiAndxxxSoonerxxxOrxxxLaterxxxYouxxxKnowxxxI'llxxxBexxxDead


x▒ ◈ ▒xxxYou're Getting Closer
x xiYourxxxHoldingxxxThexxxRopexxxAndxxxI'mxxxTakingxxxThexxxFall


x▒ ◈ ▒xxxCause I'm A Loser
x xiI'llxxxI'mxxxAxxxLoserxxxYea




x x x x x x▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xx✪ ◈ ✪

xxxxxxxxxRamiel Decascos

Ramiel was about on the ground, he was sitting on a bench with a feather and scroll in his hands scribbling something on it, he was watching people. They were talking and he was merely looking at what they were saying. He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings really, just watching the the people chant, they were a couple of water carriers, talking....tch...girl talk? He never would understand it. Something about some fruit rug owner being sexy? Eck. He needed to find someone better to watch talk. He watched his surroundings intently looking for mouths to be movies, all he could see from where he sat were a few people negotiating the price of some fresh fruits or veggies, that kinda made him hungry really. He felt his stomach growl, some Macadamias sounds lovely really and he looked around to see if there was a merchant that might have some in his stand. He couldn't tell really so sighed.

He was about to get up, when he heard something fall into the nearby hay cart, it made his jump slightly and he looked over to it as a few strands of hay had fallen lightly to the ground. He held his hand out, to be sure that for some strange phenomenon they weren't expected large chunks of hail. Not like where they lived, that would be possible in anyway, but hey you never knew what could just...happen! None the less Ramiel just stared blankly at the hay cart, he wasn't quite sure how to react, he had just been sitting there after all, so putting his scroll and feather away in his sack he proceeded with great caution towards it. He wanted to have a look inside, maybe a cute kitten had fallen and needed attending to! The thought of an injured kitten didn't seem very pleasant, it'd need all kinds of love to get better.

Still very slowly proceeding with caution he got closer to the hay cart inch by inch he got closer, now if you were any regular person you probably would of looked at him and thought a real big what? He looked rather suspicious all hunched up as if he was terrified to be going near the thing in the first place, none the less with some sort of effort he managed to make it half way there! From where he had been originally standing...of course. By then though he stood frozen, he was afraid to investigate any further, not to mention he was sure he saw the cutest of a button child walking near him and had his attention withdrawn to gaze at the child with a cute face. However the child went out of his viewing point and once more he saw his head turning to the hay cart, just sitting there, with a few more pieces of hay just then touching the ground.

Ramiel felt a shiver run up his spine, somewhere in the hay cart possibly lay an injured cat, and he'd just have to get up the courage to go see it. or whatever it was that had fallen in there that could possibly need some medical attention. He wasn't that great a doctor but he knew a doctor! Speaking of which, he hadn't been to see one in a while, he shook his head, he couldn't get distracted, so very lightly he took one more step closer, but only one.

xxxxxxxxxFailure Assassin

[Aerorasu]

■ ■ ■ fatherofunderstanding
xxxxxxx☇ Ｔｈｅ Ｔｒａｉｔｏｒ
I SAW A FOX BY THE RABBIT HOLE
YOU SAW A PRINCE FROM A FAIRY TALE
HE PROMISED THAT HE'D WATCH OVER YOU
TURNED OUT TO BE THE FOX WE ALL KNEW
TO GOOD TO BE TRUE, WHAT CHANCE DID YOU STAND?
TAKE FLIGHT, TURN TAIL, GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN

Pacing quickly through dimly lit streets, completely ignoring the passerby’s heading to and fro. The tall, cowled man focused intently on where he was going. He planned on this being quick and simple, after all it wouldn’t take too long; get in and get out. Well not exactly, but pretty close. Nearing a ladder he halted in the alley, looking left and right before climbing to the roof. Little attention was caught, since it was in fact a simple ladder. He wasn’t hanging from a window ceil with exceptional talent. Not that he couldn’t, but the less attention the better it was for him. The bright liquid eyes scanned the roof tops and one at a time he jumped over, nearing his destination. Arriving at the designated building he ceased his bounding and glanced up at the bell tower. Looks like this is where is was all going down, how lucky that he was granted the honor of taking part.

Izz knelt down and creeped over to the edge of the roof, looking down he could see his target. The man was cowled as well, but he had a clear view of his expression. He was glancing around suspiciously and pacing back and forth. Was he distracted? Huh, what could someone like an informative be so worried about? Getting caught was unlikely so… Eh, he didn’t really care. It was time to finish his job; three, two one. The target was in the perfect position directly below him now and he wasted no time. Leaping down with the precise aim, his entire body landed on the man. Forcing him to fall forward, with the assassin’s knee placing plenty of pressure on the unsuspecting victim’s back. To put it in simpler words, he had just nailed this guy. He fisted his hand, the hidden blade unveiled itself, and then with a basic plunge he’d stabbed the target’s neck. Death was almost instant. Forcing himself up he stood and looked down at the corpse with mild satisfaction. No marker was necessary, because this kill didn’t need a marker. For this wasn’t even a real target, this was a betrayal.

Now it was time to head back to the Academy- ohjoy.

By the time he got back and reached the dorms, the sun was just starting to rise. And normal people were still very much resting in bed. But it seemed like today was a bit different. Some people already awake and prancing around, some with swords, and some with others with swords. Guess you never could be too careful? Well, you could, and this was a perfect example. With an exaggerated sigh, Izz headed for his room on one of the more higher floors. And it didn’t take very long to get there, since Izz was in a hurry and wanted to get back soon. It would be very bad if his little insomniac awoke while he was gone. You know how it is, raising questions and suspicion. All this rushing was to avoid those problems. See? It all made sense in the end.

Gently pushing forwards on the door the traitor crept into his own dorm. Just incase the geeky Rafiq had woken up, but it seemed like the room was pretty dead. His eyes shifted around, not a soul. He might have left? Of course he probably would have left a note at least if that had been the case. Not that Izz left a note, but that was a different story. Finally his wandering gaze fell upon his own bed, where still sleeping Hamal was… asleep. Even though the Rafiq suffered insomnia, there were times when even he was able to get a peaceful slumber it seemed. Something played at the corner of his mind. This little thought with a piece of sadism that was just begging to let itself loose on the young graduate. As his feet moved him closer, Izz couldn’t help but comply into the demands. He wouldn’t do much, he knew better. And he wasn’t being polite or considerate either, Hamal made it pretty clear where the line was.

Although it was through fancy words and a flushed face, Izz had took it. It wasn’t a big deal anyway. The job just had to get done, it didn’t matter how. The job being to stay under the radar and do what he could to make the Assassin’s trip on their feet. In any case, back to the matters at hand. Izz graced his lips with the smirk that had been so tempted to show itself. He liked Hamal like this, totally helpless. Could you call it cheating? Probably, but who cares? Progressing on his hands and knees on either side of Hamal, until he was completely over his unconscious body. Izz began placing a few chaste kisses on the boy’s forehead, leaving a trail of them on his way down to supple lips. He brushed past them, leaving a ghost of what could have been a kiss on the Rafiq’s mouth. The older male’s hand slipped up the other’s chest, dragging his shirt up with it. His gaze wavered down as the shielding clothes no longer protected the susceptible flesh. He temporarily abused his power, lowering himself until he was capable of doing whatever he wanted to the other. The very same hand’s slender fingers felt over the revealed body, while Izz gently bit at the skin. Occasionally averting to kisses, then to sucking. Secretly hoping markings would be left even as he wondered if Hamal would wake up. Or maybe even brush this off as a dream? Ohoh, if he thought this was a dream then Izz Al Din would have to take advantage. Although surely Hamal could tell the difference. Then again, he suffered that no-sleeping disorder. Could he even tell? And why was he wondering these things now? During his line of thinking, the little spree found its way to a piece of tender flesh. He bit down, not too hard, but enough- Seeing that Izz desired some reactions now, those made this part of the deal far more fun.

HE'LL DANCE TO YOUR BEAT AND STEAL YOUR HEART
AND SMILE WITH THOSE TEETH AND TEAR YOU PART
HOUNDS ON YOUR HEELS, DON'T STOP FOR BREATH
YOU'LL WEAR YOURSELF OUT TILL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT

xxxxx✖ ❝ laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine ❞