i'm gonna take a blindfold put it on [p]

[AYAKA SATOMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:350px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE THE DOOR[/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:338px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e]"I have no need to cover my face. If an assassin does her job right, she have no need for a mask." The word echoed in her mind repeatedly. They were words that she lived by, a motto of sorts, and they were true. She never had the need to use a mask or any other form of cover for her face, because she was always stealthy and efficient. Despite her short-temper, her job was always done right. But, something about the hit she completed last night stayed with her. It was the usual hit Lord Dunstan asked of her, some thug or gang leader or other, and as his personal assassin, she had completed the task cleanly and without hesitation. Kenshin was always warning her to quit her latest job, before it was too late. Before she took on a hit she couldn't complete. But, stubborn as she was, there was no way in hell Ayaka would ever quit anything. Not while she still had breath left in her body. She tried to shake last night from her mind, it was a new day. She was on her way to report to Lord Dunstan on her accomplished mission. Her sandals, which were from her country, made only slight sounds on the stone floor. Even though she wasn't particularly paying any mind to them, and was technically walking casually, her steps were still more silent than most. As she reached the extravagant double-doors that led to the throne room, she silenced her mind completely. Normally, Ayaka tended to be in a bad mood. But, technically, she was still on the job. So her temper was more even than the norm. Which was a good thing, considering the fact that she was on her way to see the most powerful man in all of Frelia. Probably best not to be overly sarcastic or otherwise disrespectful towards him, even though he should be used to it by now. Not that she really cared either way, she wasn't putting any effort into controlling her temper. She was simply just still in the zone. [/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[NUIT DUNSTAN]

Nuit opened the door and walked out of the throne room with a relieved sigh. These were the double doors to the rest of the castle, and not the ones to the public where they could come with pleas or things to be settled every Saturday morning. It worked to keep the country happy, but it still stressed him out as the people sometimes thought he was some miracle worker, as if he could bring back their loved one who'd died or if he could make their crops grow in a day and harvest themselves, and the country only had so much money to loan for the well being of the citizens. These hearings were the only reason he hated Saturdays.

His eyebrows were still slightly furrowed in his frustration as he came out of that door, and suddenly found Ayaka in front of him. She was dressed in the usual, and she, too, seemed to still be concentrated. His expression came as surprise, but only by lifting his eyebrows to their normal level and slightly widening his eyes. He was tired and mentally worn, however, and couldn't truly muster up an energized reaction. "Ms. Satomi," he inclined his head in a respectful greeting, "I trust the mission went smoothly?" While a harmless question, and even more harmless of a title to call his assassin, he forgot how edgy Ayaka could be and that she was slightly against such formalities. However, like Ayaka, Dunstan was still in the zone, in the zone of his fancy royal duties.

[AYAKA SATOMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:350px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE THE DOOR[/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:338px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e]Ayaka couldn't help blinking when the double doors opened before her hands were even on the handles, she hadn't been expecting that at all. Hands still extended, halfway to where the handles to the doors were just moments prior, she stared up at the Lord of Frelia in a slightly stunned expression. Though it was still somewhat listless. "Ms. Satomi,"

[/b] he greeted, and even in this more dulled state, Ayaka still rolled her eyes as Lord Dunstan inclined his head in a small and respectful bow. These formalities were oh so overrated in her mind, but she didn't have the energy to voice it now.

"Of course." She snapped, though her tone was more tamed than it normally was. Even a tad bit respectful, as though she had simply left off the 'my Lord' part. "Is the result ever different? And I am standing before you am I not?" Ah, Ayaka. Even as she spoke, she was slowly slipping out of the 'in the zone' and distracted state of mind she had been in just a moment ago. She could audibly hear, and visibly see, the exhaustion written on Dunstan's face and lacing his voice. For a moment, a very brief moment, she felt a tinge of concern for his health. And then, it promptly turned to scolding. What was the point of working yourself sick for your people? He was no good to Frelia dead or otherwise incapacitated!

Of course, she was merely his personal assassin. She was by no means someone of importance, who could tell Lord Dunstan that he was doing anything wrong. And besides, Ayaka hated politics. She hated getting dragged into them, and hated them being discussed around her. Case and point, she just hated politics. Life was complicated enough in her opinions, why make it even more complicated with stupidity? But, that was one of the reasons she liked her job. It was simple, Lord Dunstan gave her a name, and she killed that person. No questions asked, no problems. Simplicity.

Since she lacked the brain power to handle complexity.


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[NUIT DUNSTAN]

Dunstan let out another small sigh. "Yes, indeed you are standing before me, Ayaka. And in good health, I might add. I have no grounds in which to doubt your success," he agreed. "It's good to see you back. While I believe you are very competent, I admit I worry when you go on your missions. I would hate to be the cause of your death." He began to walk towards his library, the only place he really ever liked to stay. It was the place where his knowledge could be found, though he was coming to close to having read all of the books in the library. Soon he would have to seek out new knowledge.

He didn't expect Ayaka to follow him; he'd forgotten to formally dismiss her, and he didn't know if she'd follow or not. It would surprise him if she did, and he started to mutter inaudible words. What he was saying, even he didn't really know. Maybe it was something about how he was tired, or wanted to relax, or how demanding the citizens could be. But either way, his lunch was going to be brought to his library, as he had instructed, and that's where he would go. At this point he was incapable of more political thoughts.


ooc//: Luna... I think he really needs someone who understands politics actually... Maybe not caring for them, but understanding them, and having the brain power for them.

[AYAKA SATOMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:350px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE THE DOOR[/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:338px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e]This time, it was a low growl she could just barely suppress. Even Ayaka, the oblivious one, could see that Lord Dunstan was under a lot of stress, and she figured that as a ruler, he was. Especially in these times, where people found more and more to complain about now that they had oodles of free time on their hands. Still, she couldn't help but feel like he was not only being disinterested, but also condescending. At least, with his last remark. While most people would feel honored and grateful that someone worried about them, it frustrated Ayaka to no end. In her mind -- in her, albeit, twisted mind -- such a thing was an insult. It meant that someone didn't have full confidence in her abilities, and that frustrated her. Plus, the admittance it confused her. It sounded more like something Kenshin would say, and with good reason. He had known her all his life, and was used to looking to after her and fretting over her. And yet, still such sentiments frustrated her. And so, to hear it from Lord Dunstan...she briefly wondered if maybe it wasn't the people around her, maybe it was her. But she quickly pushed that thought away, shaking her head to clear it. Why? Because Lord Dunstan was walking away. Of course, she followed him. But not because he hadn't formally dismissed her. More so because she had a bone to pick with him now, and stress or not, by golly, she was going to pick it. "Listen Lord Dunstan," she said, just barely keeping from spitting out his name harshly, as she was still somewhat in debt to him for giving her this job to begin with, and so she owed him at least a tiny displace of restraint, "the last thing I need is you worrying about me. Quite frankly, I find it thoroughly insulting, whether or not that was your intention." Her voice was angry, but not necessarily raised too high. Stern yes, but she wasn't yelling at him. "I can only assume that you hired me for my skill, and it insult me greatly that you would worry, because that means you have doubt. So please, don't do me any honors." She continued hot-headly, this time unable to stop herself from spitting out a word: 'honors'. She figured that was enough for now, and took the moment to breath a heavy sigh in order to attempt to collect her thoughts. She was completely awakened from her zone at this point. "Anyway...the mission was a success." She said, since she realized she had never outwardly said it straightforward. "Flawless really, I only killed the first set of guards before making it to my main target." But even as she spoke, her gaze shifted. Her eyes turned downwards, blankly. Once more, the last words that man had heard, her words, drifted into her mind. It had been a strange question he had asked her really, and Ayaka didn't bother telling Lord Dunstan that she had been forced to fight the man, as he had possessed some skill with a blade. She hadn't been hurt too badly, just a scratch on her arm she had cleaned up before reporting to her king, although she had only been able to do a temporary -- and rather noticeable in it's hurried, sloppiness -- stitch job to the sleeve of her work kimono, which was shorter than her others. She didn't say this because she didn't think it was necessary, the job had been done. But why it was bothering her so much lately was unknown to her. She couldn't possibly be getting restless so soon.... Could she? [/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

[STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; padding:5px; float:left][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; float:left; font-size:15px; font-family:georgia; color:#54524e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:-2px; padding:5px]615 words with lord dunstan him an ayaka were never set in stone. =] i'll get him and adele a thread up soon, 'kay? [/style]