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So I'll break it, Knowing what you said: The pain is what you make it

It was annoying having to travel from country to country. Even more so given the distance between Spain and Japan - the flight time didn't deserve to be acknowledged. At least the long, rather empty flight had given Naolin time to familiarize themself with the files of the Headmaster, and the Bloodhound most likely to pick them up from the airport: Shivani. A Blank that the file just did not have enough information on. But the Sacrifice had other means of knowing things than just the official lines. Sometimes all the traveling came in handy despite how much it irritated them. There would be things about the doll that could be included in the official file during and after this mission...but other things? Well that's what made their job so much fun. Mismatched eyes wandered around the cabin as the foreigner replaced the files in the bag they'd come from. It was an innocuous messenger bag made of black jean material with metal and black leather accents. A souped-up gothic book bag. No one would ever guess at just how dangerous the bag could be under the right circumstances, which was just the way Nao wanted it. Unfortunately, due to a cuddly seatmate, they had wound up sleeping part of the flight, so they hadn't had a chance to review the other personnel files for the school and the Headmaster's Bloodhounds. Nor was there any information on what Naolin's specific mission was to be once they were in Japan. The one thing sure to annoy the Spaniard more than travelling was walking blind into a situation. Just what the hell is going on? It was highly unusual for this to happen. The only other time, in fact, had been in Germany. Let's just say Naolin was uneasy about this.

However, the Sacrifice had been their polite, confident self - which some people seemed to mistake for flirting. Nao courteously waited for other passengers to debark the plane, straightening their shirt (coordinated to match their red eye) and black patterned vest. The black pants and dress shoes were as neat as one could expect, given how long they'd been worn. They knew they were attractive and always made sure their attire emphasized it. It was one of their few habits that never broke. Keeping the messenger bag secure, they followed the stream of people to the baggage area. Not that they had a lot to pick up, but there were a couple suitcases they needed to make sure no one else grabbed. As they waited, they pondered over a sense of anticipation and silenced their ring. Not that it had slipped their control any, but it had made for entertainment on the flight to see what would happen to the small crowd with just a whisper of the ring coming through. Their flight had arrived on time. Now, should they call someone to tell them they were ready for pickup? Should they wait near the doors either inside or out for someone from the academy to arrive? Should they call for a taxi? At least it occupied their thoughts as they waited for their luggage to come around the carousel.

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[yuri]

Let the Godless World Burn

She had been there when the young individual departed the plan. Sitting like those waiting to get onto the flight the plane would be departing on. Magazine unread in her lap as she sat like anyone else would. Empty of expression as her discolored eyes from the contacts she wore study the Spaniard. Perhaps if she could, she be curious about why Yuri had place in the requested for the Sacrifice to come here.


After all, the Spanish Toros had been a far older organization then the skeleton Ritsu had started to create back so many decades ago. The once Nightmare sacrifice had model it in his own way, picking out the best aspects of the other organization across the world to better his own. Though he took little from Germany.


Little beyond the monster in the chains he tried to keep.


She watched the silver haired man disappear with the flocks of sheep that went their way in the airport before she stood. SItting aside the magazine and walking slowly just beyond the end of his ring. The WWR had far better information than most people even realized, if that was one trump card the ex-Knatsu could keep above everyone. It would be a surprise to everyone else no doubt, the blond was becoming so carefully secretive of everything, even if it was against those he once trusted.



Silly little Lion.


She smile if she could, but the monster had little control over the body, and he had tightened the grip on the chains since he woke. So like the good little Doll she follow instructions like she had been told.


Pick up the Doblador from the airport and bring him to the Bloodhound meeting.


Didn’t matter if she missed it or anything.



He just didn’t tell her HOW.


So she trek just out of sight, just out of reach of his ever so familiar tasting right. O how she would smile if she could, at the paranoid the young Headmaster was falling into. Shivani didn’t need to know what it was he was thinking, only that it fell more and more into the monster’s hand if she could break free.



Vindictive



He was breaking down the strength he had given his possible predecessor on purpose then?


Satoshi had always been a favorite, but his split personality made Yuri more and more conscious about teaching him more technics of a Knatsu sacrifice. The Shattered sacrifice, however, was far more stable and learning on her own “brother”, but it seems Yuri would be ending her learning curve.



Was he worried?


Poor little Lion boy.


Once free she’d eat them all.


It wasn’t until the Vindictive pulled his luggage off the belts did she step with in his ring range. But, like the Doll she was, no echo sound off, nor did she let her ability to devour the ring show as she walked like a “normal”. Instead she stopped two paces short of the silver haired young man.


“Naolin Zigor”

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[king fire]

So I'll break it, Knowing what you said: The pain is what you make it

Despite how seemingly unaware and harmless they seemed, one must remember that Naolin has been hunter and prey their entire life. They know when they are being followed, watched. They also knew it was better to feign ignorance until the threat had been identified. Thus, instead of scanning the crowd anxiously like the inexperienced would, they simply continued doing the normal, everyday tasks. If it was not the doll testing them, then it would be even worse to appear unseasoned - given that they had no idea what situation they were here for or what they'd be walking into. It was enough for now to know there was a threat. Too many enemies had done the same over the years; stalking el Castigador to find the one weakness that could be exploited - the moment they let their guard down and could finally be destroyed. The numbers had only grown through Naolin's work as a Doblador across the globe. Now it was not only their own countrymen the Sacrifice had to worry about.

The voice coming out of the crowd with their name on her lips might have made a lesser being jump, but the Spaniard merely looked over at the sound with a confident smile, luggage in hand as they gave a small bow. If they hadn't been so accustomed to being tested, to watched silently, then they may have had a different reaction. As it was, they had to respect her skill; there was not a single sound to inform them of her location before she spoke. As their mismatched gaze took in the speaker, the smile dimmed down to one appropriate for a co-worker. There was no real category for the German doll to fit into; the file and rumors had differing opinions on exactly what she was. But Naolin had been in Germany. There were things never spoken of even as rumor that they knew. She looked like a nicely dressed foreign businesswoman in the country for a while. "The braids suit your eyes, Iygari-san. You made excellent time; have you been waiting long?" It was chilling to be face to face with her. She didn't have dead eyes as they'd been told. It was much worse.

There was a monster lurking as a shadow behind the placid veneer. It made their blood run cold. They prayed she'd be kept under tight control. This was one individual they never wanted to face off against. And they would if she ever broke free. "I did not hear you approach; such skill is to be respected. Would you mind teaching me your secret to stealth?" Naolin was confident in themself enough to not have to put on airs; there was always something valuable to learn during these missions. Why not add another skill to make them useful? It would be a pain to be forced into early retirement once more.

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[yuri]

Let the Godless World Burn

The young Spaniard didn’t even flinch at the sound of the empty toll of her voice behind him. Lessar units would, there had been a few other souls she had been sent here to get in the past. There were individuals that were uncomfortable with the idea a BLANK could totally silence themselves. Most BLANKS were soundboards for rings around them a sore thumb in the perfect society that stuck out.


Not really have a place.


Or chain around their necks.


Supposeably she was called a “Claimed BLANK”, but that was a very loose turn used around the only living example of a “perfect BLANK”. Germany’s high held prize product, and it's worse covered Sin. Something so close to being exposed when they chose to have a break down the remains of a no longer existing project. And ever so lucky a sacrifice with Yuri unique ability was living.



A shamed of herself for not killing him first.



“ No” An answer, to which of his questions, Shivani would leave up to the Spaniard to decided. The Doll turned with a small hand motion to be followed as she began to walk through the crowd of people to make their way to the parked car.

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[king fire]

So I'll break it, Knowing what you said: The pain is what you make it

Well, she's quite the conversationalist. I can tell this is going to be a fun time. They thought idly as they followed the doll away from the baggage claim, luggage secure. With the medium-height black pumps suitable for business attire, their gait was a catwalk strut as they left the airport in the direction of the parked car. Presumably the Blank had driven, but if not then Naolin would have to find some way to keep themself entertained on the ride to the school. Catching up to her without even trying for stealth, they asked one of the many questions pressing at their mind. "What living accommodations will I have?" It was a single, direct question that they assumed wouldn't be answerable in yes-no format. Perhaps she didn't speak much, but even a doll had to answer when it was phrased properly, right? Not that the demon they had glimpsed would ever be far from their mind when dealing with Shivani; once seen, it was impossible to forget just what they were dealing with: a monster chained under a thin shell of docility.

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[yuri]

Let the Godless World Burn

She had not turned back to look at the Spaniard as they spoke to her again, discolored eyes focused more so on the people they walked passed. There was strings around them, not so silent rings of other unit oblivious to the two of them. The Spaniard was good at suppressing himself, training of the Spanish for their own version of the Bloodhounds. Though that order was far older than the little Lion’s armry, the only thing Yuri had gone for it was the indepth system he had created in order to make a far better tracking order of the units that were now in the world. The secret society had far outgrown the level where it could exist without some sort of tracking ability. Units fled from one place to another when the world around them became too much.

To make hell so where else and without communication between Families of bloodlines and forcing the “Academy” to be silent about problem children. It was what had given birth to organizations like the Seven Suns, to Yuri even in a way; but that was in an age perhaps behind them all. If no one dared to look a little bit further; Yuri was a man of many words and had by far the furthest reach any of his bloodline could ever say they had. Knatsu had lived their years manipulating the political system in Japan for their own means and a bit for the Unit world; Yuri manipulated the Aristocratic Society of the Units around the world for his own means.

A ticking time bomb.

How smart would the little Spaniard be?

Would he see that little lie wrapped up in a pretty bow? Be the one to spill the beans?

Would Yuri risk losing a knight pieces at the risk of a game against one of his Kings?

Silly little Lion boy.


“ No.” She answered again finally as she stopped at the back of a black Honda Legend. Opening the trunk of it for the young sacrifice to place his bags. “ I was not informed of your accommodations. You should ask the Headmaster when we arrive. We are late for the meeting. Please get in Zigor-san”

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[king fire]

So I'll break it, Knowing what you said: The pain is what you make it

The length of time between their question and her answer only reinforced just how uncomfortable holding a full conversation with Shivani could be. She hadn't even turned to speak to them...then again she was probably assessing the threat level of those around them. Nao could do that and appear at ease, but she was...whatever the hell she actually was. Normal probably never factored in unless she was instructed to play a role, and even then they wondered just how well her acting could pass muster. There was just something...off about the doll. At first they thought she was going to respond in monosyllables again, but to their surprise they got a full sentence out of her on the topic - and another full sentence about a topic they didn't even bring up, much to their shock! So, the doll thinks... an uncomfortable thought to mull over later. It amused them that very naturally there'd be a meeting of some kind they'd need to attend as soon as they arrived. Though why it had been timed so closely to their reported arrival time they couldn't guess. It was just sheer bad luck that their flight had been late. "Of course, Iygari-san," they courteously nodded as they placed their bags in the trunk, careful to not let the doll touch them or the luggage. They might not know her capabilities, but they most certainly didn't trust the monster.

And they were about to be trapped in a car with her for who knows how long. Joy.

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