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YOU WERE INVOLVED
You asked and Ntombi was all "Here let me find out for you HEY SCARY LEADER WHAT'S GOING DOWN WITH THESE TESTS"
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Posted. Come back to me, dearest amayaaaaa T-T
Ntombi straightened up, peering down at Amaya after her reply. She had...literally nothing. No sort of emphasis, no emotion, she was just dull and lifeless and that bored Ntombi greatly. "Well, aren't you just a peach? Hiding behind a blank face, most likely to, heh, seek revenge on some terrible life events. Well, you stick to that plan for a while then; looks like I AM babysitting after all." sighed Ntombi heavily. Why must she do all the work? Death had walked in and probably just saw Amaya walk out and leave her, so that might reflect badly on her test scores...ditching a team-mate like that. How rude.
But Ntombi wasn't one to give up!
"Hey, hey..Amaya. AMAYA!" yelled Ntombi, waving her arms in the air. "Come show me how you fight!" she continued, pointing towards one of the dummies right as Death decapitated it. Bloody show-off. At least this way, she'd be able to measure out the fighting tactics of each member and then...and then...what, make up a plan? Ntombi looked away, staring at Death whilst her brain melted at the thought of doing any tactical work. She didn't have the right mind for that, all her thoughts ran amok in her brain and she can't sit still long enough to draw out even the simplest of maps.
Well, she had one tactic at least...Ntombi mused a little as she watched Death lob off the head of another dummy. It couldn't hurt to try, and what's the worst that could happen anyways? She'll get yelled at, that's what. Ntombi glanced over at Kah...katsi? Hatsi? Whatever his name was, and replied with "Well, that's what I'm going to find out."
"oh DIDDLES!" called Ntombi, prancing over to Death excitedly and then trying to lean over his shoulder and observe the 'dead' dummies lying on the floor. "Nice shot..." she murmurs, before pushing herself away from Death and folding her arms across her chest. Her eyes flickered left and right as if she was trying to read Death like a book. "What's up with these tests? I'm not the best of the best, granted...but why am I with these little brats?"
Ntombi gestured vaguely to where Amaya and Katsomething were, once, pulling a face of disgust. She swayed a little, clearly unable to stand still whilst she waited for a reply and probably a backhand to the face for cheeking her fearless and intimidating leader like this.
But Ntombi wasn't one to give up!
"Hey, hey..Amaya. AMAYA!" yelled Ntombi, waving her arms in the air. "Come show me how you fight!" she continued, pointing towards one of the dummies right as Death decapitated it. Bloody show-off. At least this way, she'd be able to measure out the fighting tactics of each member and then...and then...what, make up a plan? Ntombi looked away, staring at Death whilst her brain melted at the thought of doing any tactical work. She didn't have the right mind for that, all her thoughts ran amok in her brain and she can't sit still long enough to draw out even the simplest of maps.
Well, she had one tactic at least...Ntombi mused a little as she watched Death lob off the head of another dummy. It couldn't hurt to try, and what's the worst that could happen anyways? She'll get yelled at, that's what. Ntombi glanced over at Kah...katsi? Hatsi? Whatever his name was, and replied with "Well, that's what I'm going to find out."
"oh DIDDLES!" called Ntombi, prancing over to Death excitedly and then trying to lean over his shoulder and observe the 'dead' dummies lying on the floor. "Nice shot..." she murmurs, before pushing herself away from Death and folding her arms across her chest. Her eyes flickered left and right as if she was trying to read Death like a book. "What's up with these tests? I'm not the best of the best, granted...but why am I with these little brats?"
Ntombi gestured vaguely to where Amaya and Katsomething were, once, pulling a face of disgust. She swayed a little, clearly unable to stand still whilst she waited for a reply and probably a backhand to the face for cheeking her fearless and intimidating leader like this.
WinterNightSky said Amaya would rather take on a hundred soldiers at once, by herself, than talk to Ntombi.
Best post, end of.
WinterNightSky said
Gahhh I wrote a really long post and my laptop died. T~T huhuhuh </3
noOOOOOOOOOOO!
Also, on an unrelated note, Hei's commentary makes me giggle for some obscure reason. Perhaps it's because he's such a badass, walked into a training room to see Ntombi practically nose-to-nose with a young girl and gives -zero- damns about it.
Also, I think Ntombi might call Death "Diddles" from now on. (and then get punished for it.)
EDIT Oh no wait he DID notice! It's just, strange intimacy between a completely crazy witchdoctor and an 18 year old wearing a kimono makes him smirk a little. Dirty man.
EDIT EDIT If the fates (Shadowraeper) allow it, perhaps Ntombi always calls her boss Diddles? I think it'd be kinda cute and/or funny, especially since she's been in the Night raid for the longest (From what I can make out, at least) with Hei.
This opens up a whole new range of possibilities. Damn, Shadow, I've got to PM you about this. Ntombi's a -veteran-.
Enjoy the IC posts. Reply to the IC posts. Ntombi's getting all up in Amaya's personal space bubble just to see if she snaps.
Marshal said
I am now... Scarf-boy!
That you are, scarf-boy.
Fun fact: I was going to have Ntombi eat the spongy stuffing of the chair, but then I think she and I both realised that listening to her assignment was more important than chewing on furniture.
When people think of the word "assassin", they believe that these people are highly-trained, ruthless, cold, calculating stealth warriors with the sole task of ending lives in the cleanest way possible. If anyone could say the same about Ntombi then they had to be really, really stupid indeed. During the meeting, Ntombi didn't sit down on her chair like everyone else, but crouched on the edge and fiddled with a fraying patch on the cushion, not even giving 'Death' the courtesy of looking up. She was, in fact, incredibly bored; the conference room was her least enjoyable room to be in. Solo missions, group missions, all the same, she's been doing them for literally ages.
Why call yourself Death if all you're going to do is take photos.... pondered Ntombi as she started plucking away at the sponge within the cushion of the seat. Everyone else was busy staring at the horrific images of torture, but Ntombi was content in finding out that the spongy filling of this chair was not a dark yellow but, in fact, a light green. Clearly, this information will be vital for the upcoming tasks.
"As for the jobs each one of you will gain, it will all depend upon these missions... So I shall warn you, for I shall also test you on your performance, teamwork and your own set of skills!" announced Death, and that was enough to make Ntombi look up in disbelief. She knew she wasn't the best of the best, but the fact she has to take this...this beginner's class really outraged her.
Since she was looking up, she noticed that she was paired with someone called Amaya, and someone else called Gin. As yes, now she remembered; The stubborn little mask-girl and weird little scarf-boy. Why must she be the oldest? Ntombi thought she knew of one other, Nika...Niki...something, she was around the same age, right? But she was a year older than the damn leader himself, from what she managed to gain from rumours! It was stupid, having to baby-sit.
Just then, Amaya up and left, without even bothering to look for her teammates. Ahhh, she's going to be the stubborn one...Ntombi could feel it in her bones. They both stank of inexperience. She wondered if either of them had even killed someone, watched their soul flutter out of their chest...Ntombi wondered if either of them could see souls. Inexperience. Ignorance. Ntombi had secrets of her tribe weighed in her mind that the pair of them wouldn't even imagine.
Ntombi stomped down the corridors loudly and intentionally. She knew where mask-girl has tottered off to, because she's spent long enough in the HQ to know where people went as habit. On her way there, she passed scarf-boy Gin. "Hurry up, cupcake!" called Ntombi, before breaking off into a run, jumping down the stairs twice at a time, and kicking open the doors leading to the Training room with an almighty crash.
"Right, brat, where have you gone and hid-...ah, there we go! Not much of a hider, are we? I'm Ntombi!" hollered Ntombi as she entered the room.
Ntombi herself wouldn't be considered intimidating in the slightest, even with an understanding of her assassin status. She was, however, incredibly tall and lanky, with a bony figure and pale skin. Her eyes were a fierce, darkened amber and she decorated her lip and ears liberally with piercings. She wore filthy, worn-down cargo trousers with various burnt holes in them, completed with combat boots. Over her vest was a fishnet top, and on her head were a pair of goggles. She wore many belts on her waist and legs, and these belts held little leather satchels, or little leather bands that held many small glass vials in them. And when she moved, she moved with her body, each muscle being stretched to provide extravagant, arrogant actions. She didn't walk, she strode towards Amaya, arms spread out and hips jutting from side to side like some sort of tempting enchantress.
"A....uh, Amaya, right? RIGHT. I knew that. We're going to be best friends, you and I, as soon as you stop buggering off to spend some private time with your swords over making plans for these tests." introduced Ntombi, eyeing Amaya's blades with a look of disgust. What kind of assassin gets close to a target, it's stupid.
Ntombi, with her complete disregard for personal space, deemed it appropriate to crouch down a little so she was practically nose-to-nose with Amaya. But she wasn't an idiot, she expected some sort of physical attack and readied herself for a dodge...but all in all, this was a test of her own. Would Amaya be determined enough to avoid attacking her own team-mate, or will she start the introductions off on a bad note? Everyone and their DOG knew that Ntombi was a complete and utter nutcase, but Ntombi knew they just didn't see the world with the same vision she does, and will remain ignorant.
"So, Amaya, what are -you- good at, aside from hitting training dummies with a bit of metal?" asked Ntombi, making sure to lavish her words with open hostility.
Why call yourself Death if all you're going to do is take photos.... pondered Ntombi as she started plucking away at the sponge within the cushion of the seat. Everyone else was busy staring at the horrific images of torture, but Ntombi was content in finding out that the spongy filling of this chair was not a dark yellow but, in fact, a light green. Clearly, this information will be vital for the upcoming tasks.
"As for the jobs each one of you will gain, it will all depend upon these missions... So I shall warn you, for I shall also test you on your performance, teamwork and your own set of skills!" announced Death, and that was enough to make Ntombi look up in disbelief. She knew she wasn't the best of the best, but the fact she has to take this...this beginner's class really outraged her.
Since she was looking up, she noticed that she was paired with someone called Amaya, and someone else called Gin. As yes, now she remembered; The stubborn little mask-girl and weird little scarf-boy. Why must she be the oldest? Ntombi thought she knew of one other, Nika...Niki...something, she was around the same age, right? But she was a year older than the damn leader himself, from what she managed to gain from rumours! It was stupid, having to baby-sit.
Just then, Amaya up and left, without even bothering to look for her teammates. Ahhh, she's going to be the stubborn one...Ntombi could feel it in her bones. They both stank of inexperience. She wondered if either of them had even killed someone, watched their soul flutter out of their chest...Ntombi wondered if either of them could see souls. Inexperience. Ignorance. Ntombi had secrets of her tribe weighed in her mind that the pair of them wouldn't even imagine.
Ntombi stomped down the corridors loudly and intentionally. She knew where mask-girl has tottered off to, because she's spent long enough in the HQ to know where people went as habit. On her way there, she passed scarf-boy Gin. "Hurry up, cupcake!" called Ntombi, before breaking off into a run, jumping down the stairs twice at a time, and kicking open the doors leading to the Training room with an almighty crash.
"Right, brat, where have you gone and hid-...ah, there we go! Not much of a hider, are we? I'm Ntombi!" hollered Ntombi as she entered the room.
Ntombi herself wouldn't be considered intimidating in the slightest, even with an understanding of her assassin status. She was, however, incredibly tall and lanky, with a bony figure and pale skin. Her eyes were a fierce, darkened amber and she decorated her lip and ears liberally with piercings. She wore filthy, worn-down cargo trousers with various burnt holes in them, completed with combat boots. Over her vest was a fishnet top, and on her head were a pair of goggles. She wore many belts on her waist and legs, and these belts held little leather satchels, or little leather bands that held many small glass vials in them. And when she moved, she moved with her body, each muscle being stretched to provide extravagant, arrogant actions. She didn't walk, she strode towards Amaya, arms spread out and hips jutting from side to side like some sort of tempting enchantress.
"A....uh, Amaya, right? RIGHT. I knew that. We're going to be best friends, you and I, as soon as you stop buggering off to spend some private time with your swords over making plans for these tests." introduced Ntombi, eyeing Amaya's blades with a look of disgust. What kind of assassin gets close to a target, it's stupid.
Ntombi, with her complete disregard for personal space, deemed it appropriate to crouch down a little so she was practically nose-to-nose with Amaya. But she wasn't an idiot, she expected some sort of physical attack and readied herself for a dodge...but all in all, this was a test of her own. Would Amaya be determined enough to avoid attacking her own team-mate, or will she start the introductions off on a bad note? Everyone and their DOG knew that Ntombi was a complete and utter nutcase, but Ntombi knew they just didn't see the world with the same vision she does, and will remain ignorant.
"So, Amaya, what are -you- good at, aside from hitting training dummies with a bit of metal?" asked Ntombi, making sure to lavish her words with open hostility.
Sketcher said
I didn't do it on the comp D: I could try to redo it there though. I'll have it read by tomorrow.
CAN I JUST
I'M SORRY BUT NTOMBI LOOKS LIKE A COMPLETE AND UTTER BADASS
YOU HAVE -ALL- MY PRAISE AND RESPECT GOOD SIR FOR THIS WONDERFUL IMAGE (even though it was 5 hours ago and you're probably asleep)
Geist said
I will have my vengeance. I know we're broke ass assassins, but can we please get a warehouse with an elevator?
Broke assassins who live in crappy conditions and don't even have an elevator.
I love this RP already.
*supports the "get-me-an-elevator" movement*
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