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Post by ashestoashes on Jul 20, 2021 19:28:56 GMT -5
{Here is a fun thread with the Assassins training the Assassin Successors on what they need to do. Just a fun thread to get some interaction going on with one another}
To his left was Alexios and to his right was Agamede, where for a moment he thought he saw a smile but was unsure. Perhaps it was in his mind...or perhaps she was being how she usually was. A mystery to the mind... back to the matter at hand in front of him sat two cats. These two had been hand chosen by the Assassin's and himself to be the next generation if something were to go wrong with the current Assassins. "Altair. Elizabeth. I think you know why we are all here today. I want you to listen closely to what your elder's say. Follow all the instructions they give you without any insubordination. You see if you talk back to them then they have the power to slay you where you stand. However I do not see this being an issue as long as you do what's needed. You were chosen for your abilities and potential. Don't blow it now...after all you will end up being in charge of protecting the mage or warden when deemed necessary. With that I must now take my leave but I entrust these two into your paws." With a nod the Nemesis walked away curious at what Alexios and Agamede would teach them. After all he didn't know what they were taught. It's not like he was trained in that line of field nor did he watch them train. There was an art of secrecy that he wished to not disturb.
Agamede did indeed flash a grin at Regulus, though only for a moment, her features slipping back into dreamlike calm so quickly it was as if he imagined the expression. "Calling me old, are you?" She quipped, sounding almost amused as he slipped away. She didn't call him back or anything, letting her words hang in the air a moment before turning to their pupils.
"First things first, Bermondsey prefers it that you show up early in the mornings to guard him, before he's awake. Don't disturb him, simply slip in without waking him, and he's always happy to see the assassins first thing in the morning." This was an absolute lie, but her voice didn't waver for a moment. She'd done the very thing she was telling them they should do, and the Warden had almost had a heart attack. Agamede supposed it was good training on the successors to be sneaky enough to get in, and then be able to manage his mood when he inevitably was not happy at being watched sleeping again.
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 21, 2021 0:50:56 GMT -5
Altair was no spring chick. In fact, in his time through the trials and tribulations in the clave he felt he had aged more than any cats his age. Even his brother that sat before him. The mischievous, always up-to-no-good Altair was not so interested in causing unrest. He had seen enough. His eyes slid, half-lidded over the molly in front of him, and then to the one aside him, hiding an eye roll in between. He didn't need to be told what to do. He was of old blood, raised the proper way. He knew already, trained closely by his mother and father before their unfortunate disappearances. The splotched tom stayed quiet though, hoping only that this would be over soon.
While Elizabeth’s face was coolly impassive, she sat upright and at attention as the Nemesis and Agamede spoke. As savage as she could be in other ways, she’d always been respectful of hierarchies, (just as long as she respected the leaders, that is).
While those were her true sentiments internally, an outside assessment couldn’t be so certain that she was humbled by her new assignment. The Nemesis, Warden, and the Proxies frankly hadn’t seen much of the she-cat since she’d become a successor — much less the two assassins she’d been assigned to train under. Now that she was no longer co-signed to the Prison as one of its guards, she spent a great deal of time exploring the city, meeting its denizens, and making a name for herself.
However, she was still deadly with her claws, which couldn’t be questioned. These three must’ve known that, hence why she was here. She didn’t think she needed much tutelage about something she’s been doing since she was an adolescent, but she’d listen and play nice. No matter how far she wandered, you could trust that she would always return when she needed to.
