"61, You’re as foolish as you are noisy if you think we’re still working for DARK. We escaped along with the rest during the breakout. In fact we just had a run in with a few DARK agents, they’re all dead.”
The former assassin's eyes narrowed at Jaceren's comment, trying to detect if he had lied to her.
"Then what are you doing here?" She demanded, wanting to believe in his statement. However, she learned long ago that in the shadowy world that in which DARK operated in, there is often little truth. Nonetheless, she felt... Strange. She didn't have the words to describe how she felt at the moment. It was good to know that DARK was gone... But deep within her heartlight, she couldn't help but miss her old ally. 133. She remembered how she'd almost killed him when he rejected her plan to escape. That had also been another thing she'd... Regretted? She knew that one of her targets in the past had used the term upon his death, but she had never learned the words meaning.
“Oh hello 61.”
61 was momentarily surprised by the appearance of Ashala. She made a mental note that if any of the former assassins turned hostile, that it would possibly strike a moral blow to them by burning the Ice assassin's wings off. As well as the rest of her armor. However, she was truly interested in why, of all the possible assassins that escaped, that Jaceren and Roben would pick her to travel with them.
Maybe they... Are attracted to her? The thought was alien to 61. She'd seen many reasons why males keep females around, and of all the reasons that she could have instantly come up with, this one appeared in her mind. She disregarded the thought.
She must have some purpose that I am not aware of, 61 decided, I should be wary, and proceed with caution.
"Hello," She said, mimicking her greeting, and avoiding the female assassin's gaze.
"Hello" she mused in her head, I need to remember to ask what this word means. It could be important in the future. Beings seem to use it at upon meeting another being.
The thoughts that coursed through her mind took her all of three seconds to form, analyze, and store away again for further information. Upon reviewing this, 61 scolded herself for taking too long to analyze and decide upon the actions of others.
Retirement so far seemed to be making her soft. She wasn't keen to go out and kill anyone any time soon, but she wasn't particularly keen on the thought of her reflex's dulling.
Edited by Varren Rehn, Feb 06 2013 - 08:31 PM.