"They don't know that," Cyrus said, "Only those of us closest to you do, and we have no reason to not welcome you because of it. In fact, you bring different knowledge to the table. You're more educated than the rest of us, you have connections, and you also probably are a little more… empathetic, I guess? After all, we assassins are usually expected to kill without question. You bring a more human side to us."
Cyrus saw Uriah's hand go to his pocket, but after casting a glance to it, he looked back up to Uriah's face.
"I guess so." Uriah's happy-go-lucky facade was starting to crumble, it was only now that he realized that he had been acting so happy that it was making hum tired and worn down. The fact is he was human and he didn't have to be happy all the time. "Anyway, I hope I can help more in the future. I just don't think I'm good enough to train young assassins right now."
(Oof. Good luck!)
“That’s alright,” Cyrus said, trying to be reassuring and helpful, “You can do things where you think you’d be useful. Although… if you think you need it, you should maybe attend some of the sessions. I’ve actually been to a couple to brush up on crossbow shooting and some other skills that I’m mediocre at. That’s what they’re here for.”
(I did it! But like barely.)
(My parents cough mom decided to turn on the tv, when I was about 3 hours in. While I was in the same room. That was literally me at my breaking point.)
(So I read the post you made earlier, but I don't exactly understand what it was you were supposed to do?)
(Spend 12 hours, without technology. Completely cut off from the technological world. No Tv, no phones, no computers, no iPods, no nothing. Electric guitar? Nah play an acustic one instead. If you ever heard or read Walden by Henry David Thoreau, basically live like him for a day. As 'simply' as possible.)
(Hmm, that's interesting. I'd probably have a hard time doing it myself, because honestly, even if you were perfectly happy doing something without technology (writing, drawing, etc), there's probably some point at which most of us would want to find references or something.)
(Yep. Luckily I have a younger brother and shelves filled with games. So I just did that most of the day.)
(Whatever works, I guess. That's a good way to do it.)
(Yeah, kept me busy and I also did some homework. So overall not that bad.)
"That sounds like fun." Uriah would like to show off all the training he has been doing. Sparrow pushed him a lot and he didn't want to keep that hidden. She is a great teacher and he thinks she should train some of the younger kids. "Anyway, let's go find the others and eat."
Eira was in the sort of court yard area, finishing up some training with a group of teenagers. She’d thought training outside would be a nice change for them and they all seemed to have thought so too and had had a good time, “And that’s why you always keep your left side protected.” She said as she helped a girl to her feet after taking her down.
Uriah spotted Eria outside and noticed how many people she was training. "Hey, I'll catch up with you later." She took off to the door and headed outside where Eira was. "Hey, want a snack? I know training can take a lot of energy." He held up his plate of food for her to take.
Eira dismissed the group and gave Uriah a thnkafuk smile, “Aha, Yeah, you got that right, thanks.” She took an apple from his plate and took a bite, sitting down in front of a large rock and leaning against it, panting slightly.
Uriah sat next to her. He laid his head back and closed his light blue eyes. The sky was full of clouds and the wind blew his dirty blonde hair slightly. "How was training?" He pick up his head and took a bite of his sandwich. It was really good, which he wasn't expecting.
(Wait, are we shipping these two or not?)
Eira shrugged a shoulder and pulled one or her knees up, resting an arm against it, “Pretty good. They’re getting better at understanding the moves and anticipating their opponents attacks. Still needs work though, as does everything.”
(I thought we were, if you don't want to that's okay.)
Uriah nodded. "Even the best assassins can still improve." He laughed. It was like he was saying she wasn't good, because that wasn't it at all. "I've been wondering, what happened to Panther?" Last he knew Pathner was still searching for all of them. Did he go into hiding or was he killed? He opened his eyes and looked at Eira hoping she would have the answer.
Cyrus waved goodbye to Uriah the best he could with his hands full, and he made his way down to the original part of the bunker where Sparrow and Luna still presumably were. He brought the food and drinks to the table and put everything down.
"How's it going down here?" he asked.
(No, I do I was just checking :)
Eira kept her violet eyes ahead of her but she tensed a little. She rested her head against the rock and sighed through her nose, “I wish I could tell you, Uriah,” She said quietly before she looked to him, some of her inky black hair falling in front of her face, “He’s probably dead but I… I don’t know. Sorry to disappoint.”
"No, no, that's okay. It was just my curiosity that got the better of me." Uriah has always been the curious type and sometimes it would get him in trouble. Sparrow hated it when they were on their trip and he would get curious, it always got them into some kind of situation. He smiled at the thought, those were good times. "Hey, I was wondering if you could make some weapon designs for me. I'll have to leave soon since I own my own company, but I'm not very good with designing weapons." He pused and looked into her violet eyes. "And I heard you are the best at that." He smiled hoping she would say yes.
"G-good," Luna responded moving towards the food. She grabbed an apple a took a bite into it Luna swallowed before speaking once again, "Figuring to what to d-do for a new bow."
A very light blush spread itself out over her cheeks at the compliment, “Oh, yeah. Of course I can,” A real smile passed over her lips, “And I wouldn’t say I’m the best weapons designer, there are others who are way better then me at doing that type of thing but thank you. And I’ll be happy to help.”
"Oh, cool. Do you think you're going to use one of Sparrow's old designs, or make a new one?" Cyrus asked upon seeing the chest full of weapon designs was open.
"P-probably an old one. It'll be easier for now, maybe a new one later on," Luna wanted to make a new bow for herself, but considering the state of her current one she needed a replacement sooner than later. Making a whole new one would take too long.
"Thank you. One other thing, I'm going to need guards for my new place, in case other assassin guilds decide they want all my new weapons. Do you think I can hire a few? I would need some you think are ready for this job." Unlike his father who was surprisingly easy to get rid of, he didn't want to be like that. Uriah was not about to get over thrown. Soon, I'll have to leave soon. He didn't even tell Sparrow how soon he would be leaving.
Eira nodded and turned her head away to looked up at the sky, “Yeah, I don’t think that would be a problem,” For some reason she felt slightly sad that Uriah was going to be leaving soon yet she didn’t know why, “When do you have to go?” She asked, her voice no more then a whisper.
"That's probably the easier way to go," Cyrus said. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zelda approach.
The tuxedo cat strutted towards Luna and rubbed against her legs, then began purring softly. Cyrus smiled a little bit.
"Looks like she's glad to see you too."
.jpg)
