Post by Bastille on May 27, 2009 0:34:12 GMT -5
School seems to drag on endlessly…yet life seems to be pressing its own matters. But as long as Bastille paid the bills, made all of her work hours, and continued to go to school…she was fine.
However she was a member of Amalgam now,…she wasn’t strong enough with her qi to be an officer yet, not like Trisha or Myoko who both held high ranking positions. Still she was strong enough to be a special assassin. Lately, Amalgam had been giving her kiddies to play with. Drug Wars and major gangs where her targets. She killed those who had killed and severely punished anyone else. Her emotions where starting to turn her into something of a cruel monster.
She hadn’t been at school for a month. Why? Because she had been doing these things to people. Amalgam wasn’t just a buddy buddy org. of old friend assassins, but a high tec and serious underground operation working with governments and other sources to lower crime rates in countries as well as kill off people who could be potential threats to the world surviving as a whole. Mainly terrorists. But Bastille got gang duty. For a month she took off of school with the rumor she had scarlet fever and would need to be quarantined. She of course told Blaze she was actually at training and she would be home soon.
But training was not physical…Bastille could always work that up. Hers was mental…She had been confined in a room, forced to watch footage of things…needless to say the torture of it all did break her after about a week. But it only served to make her stronger. Her new goal in life was to find the kid they told her had survived the correctional facility…it was her dream. She couldn’t explain why but she needed to know he was alright. She had leeched to him like no other because they both had been tortured in that place…and while she could endure it…she wanted to know he could too. She had sobbed over seeing the photos again, and as her life replayed several emotions passed over her.
So by the end of the month Bastille was a tad different. She was strong enough not to change so much that she was notably different…she was just stronger at facing the harsh realities of her life. But the blood lust after being there had indeed grown. She was regal and wise to those around her who knew her face, but another personality had formed. The girl inside had become murderous and enraged…Bastilles outer coat who had been the assassin and gone through the maturing was able to coax her inner personality easier then if she hadn’t already endured so much killing. Bastille was determined to be killed by an assassin later in her life…she would just be apart of the cycle.
Trisha had lain claim to that line. Trisha was an old assassin for the corps…known as the shadow she could slip and slide in an out of any scene and appear as if she was never there. Broadway fans called her “McCavity” for her cat like ways of being a creepy bone chilling assassin. It was also Trisha who had in her own blood lust taken a likening to the noble and knightly assassin Bastille. Trisha was cruel and cold and in that taunted Bastille into a fight. However the fight was not with swords but with bodies. Trisha had won, stealing the girls virginity with her own sword, a memory Bastille was rather reluctant to remember or vocalize regardless of which personality was out at the time. Bastille needless to say was rather revenge driven after that and the two became rivals until Bastille had stopped being an assassin for other reasons. But Trisha had come back into her life and aside from her friendly rivalry with the strong and cunning frenchie, Gabriel Seran…this rivalry was deadly and somewhat heated by blood. Trisha after all, had a habit of stealing Bastilles cases.
So after training Bastille had taken the second half of the month to being work on her piles of cases with gangs. Intelligence for this organization was a adzing and she traveled the states easily picking out her targets. It wasn’t long until she was a name for herself…. “Mademoiselle de Les Flour de Lis” or aka Lady Traitor or Lady of the Flower of Life. Three names that came and went with her as she travels killing these low lives,…her own. For she was no better then them…but she knew that. Her trade mark was making people turn against their own gang and kill them, then after that killing everyone that was left. Bastilles inner personality which used to symbolize her innocence became no better then Trisha. Ironically, the outer Bastille, who had already experienced years of assassin work was wise and rather bored with the blood shed…and came to signify the deeper innocence.
So as she returned to school this day, life seems to be in a lull for her. Her inner self slept while Bastille kept a firm grip on her emotions and rather bored stoic expressions. But this kid harassing her for her skimpy cloths was about to get it….a sword hilt up his ass might do the trick, then again…so would crushing his balls with a rusty dull meat hammer.
However she was a member of Amalgam now,…she wasn’t strong enough with her qi to be an officer yet, not like Trisha or Myoko who both held high ranking positions. Still she was strong enough to be a special assassin. Lately, Amalgam had been giving her kiddies to play with. Drug Wars and major gangs where her targets. She killed those who had killed and severely punished anyone else. Her emotions where starting to turn her into something of a cruel monster.
She hadn’t been at school for a month. Why? Because she had been doing these things to people. Amalgam wasn’t just a buddy buddy org. of old friend assassins, but a high tec and serious underground operation working with governments and other sources to lower crime rates in countries as well as kill off people who could be potential threats to the world surviving as a whole. Mainly terrorists. But Bastille got gang duty. For a month she took off of school with the rumor she had scarlet fever and would need to be quarantined. She of course told Blaze she was actually at training and she would be home soon.
But training was not physical…Bastille could always work that up. Hers was mental…She had been confined in a room, forced to watch footage of things…needless to say the torture of it all did break her after about a week. But it only served to make her stronger. Her new goal in life was to find the kid they told her had survived the correctional facility…it was her dream. She couldn’t explain why but she needed to know he was alright. She had leeched to him like no other because they both had been tortured in that place…and while she could endure it…she wanted to know he could too. She had sobbed over seeing the photos again, and as her life replayed several emotions passed over her.
So by the end of the month Bastille was a tad different. She was strong enough not to change so much that she was notably different…she was just stronger at facing the harsh realities of her life. But the blood lust after being there had indeed grown. She was regal and wise to those around her who knew her face, but another personality had formed. The girl inside had become murderous and enraged…Bastilles outer coat who had been the assassin and gone through the maturing was able to coax her inner personality easier then if she hadn’t already endured so much killing. Bastille was determined to be killed by an assassin later in her life…she would just be apart of the cycle.
Trisha had lain claim to that line. Trisha was an old assassin for the corps…known as the shadow she could slip and slide in an out of any scene and appear as if she was never there. Broadway fans called her “McCavity” for her cat like ways of being a creepy bone chilling assassin. It was also Trisha who had in her own blood lust taken a likening to the noble and knightly assassin Bastille. Trisha was cruel and cold and in that taunted Bastille into a fight. However the fight was not with swords but with bodies. Trisha had won, stealing the girls virginity with her own sword, a memory Bastille was rather reluctant to remember or vocalize regardless of which personality was out at the time. Bastille needless to say was rather revenge driven after that and the two became rivals until Bastille had stopped being an assassin for other reasons. But Trisha had come back into her life and aside from her friendly rivalry with the strong and cunning frenchie, Gabriel Seran…this rivalry was deadly and somewhat heated by blood. Trisha after all, had a habit of stealing Bastilles cases.
So after training Bastille had taken the second half of the month to being work on her piles of cases with gangs. Intelligence for this organization was a adzing and she traveled the states easily picking out her targets. It wasn’t long until she was a name for herself…. “Mademoiselle de Les Flour de Lis” or aka Lady Traitor or Lady of the Flower of Life. Three names that came and went with her as she travels killing these low lives,…her own. For she was no better then them…but she knew that. Her trade mark was making people turn against their own gang and kill them, then after that killing everyone that was left. Bastilles inner personality which used to symbolize her innocence became no better then Trisha. Ironically, the outer Bastille, who had already experienced years of assassin work was wise and rather bored with the blood shed…and came to signify the deeper innocence.
So as she returned to school this day, life seems to be in a lull for her. Her inner self slept while Bastille kept a firm grip on her emotions and rather bored stoic expressions. But this kid harassing her for her skimpy cloths was about to get it….a sword hilt up his ass might do the trick, then again…so would crushing his balls with a rusty dull meat hammer.
