✥ Characters :: Mischa and Akemi
✥ Location :: Somewhere near Thornwood?
- So this was it. The long awaited 'training'.
It did not seem like yesterday that her and Ruria had met, the day that she had first learned about an organisation called the Blackhearts. Now she was here, waiting as patiently as she could to meet her teacher, to learn the ropes and maybe one day, become one of the black clad assassins herself. It was always her colour.
Admittedly the Skeleton Generals sales pitch hadn't been.... very persuasive. The loss of limbs, the promise of torture, this so called 'monsterisation process'. Everything the white haired woman had said seemed designed to put her off, or maybe the training was as scary as she made out. Either way she was here and willing to undergo everything despite all the threats and horror stories.
Though, admittedly, the girl was starting to get twitchy. Waiting was never her strong point and she could feel herself getting restless; she wanted to move, she wanted to start now but her teacher was nowhere to be seen. Had she been stud up? She sighed, blowing another bubble from the gum that was keeping her occupied and with any luck, keeping her stomach from growling. She only had time for one breakfast this morning, afterall.
