Assassination Classroom(Job/Private)

Akeldama was not ready for this job. For one she was still getting used to being fucking six feet for some random ass reason. And she was drunk as all fuck. It was kind of hard to walk without wobbling. It’d just been about a day since she’d done this to herself… It was hard enough for teenagers still growing. Never mind… Well… This.

This was too much. Way too much of a change, too quickly. Perhaps she could have tried to change herself back… But there was no certainty that she’d be able to actually change herself back to the proper age. And not back to a goddamn ten year old.

The biggest change though was that she was in different cloths than the ones she’d arrived in… Having had to actually steal some cloths during an outing with Veve where this madness had happened. They didn’t quite fit her perfectly. But they were clean.

Her hair looked practically brand new as well… that was mostly in part that with this growth spurt, her hair had grown as well. So she’d just cut off all the old gross stuff. But she still hadn’t bathed. She really didn’t trust the idea of getting naked in a bathroom to be cleaned…

A fair enough fear seeing as apparently Ambrosia would have put acid in her bath water any how… Not that Akeldama knew that. But she did know the mosquito bites from the insects she had released into her room still itched up a storm.

“Why am I here again?” Akeldama grumbled, her drunken state enabling her to be a bit blunt with even Ahote of all people. She knew they were out to kill someone. But why was she here for that? Akeldama didn’t exactly have experience with intentionally killing anyone.

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Akily was standing on the dirt road, wondering why the heck she decided to take on a job with one of the people she hated most in this world. Was it for approval from her guild master? HA! Nice joke there buddy. Akily chuckled at the thought of her actually succumbing to his every move, like a pet. She couldn't even believe it popped up in her head, because after all, it should be him seeking approval of her, not the other way around. So, as she looked down at the ground, watching her boots making imprints on the ground, she truly wondered why she actually decided that it was time for her to do this. Sure, it helped her cause to please the Universe Spirit, but she knew that truly wasn't the reason why. There was more to this than she thought she would ever understand. It was like an impulse to her, something she wouldn't have expected. Even during this, all she could think about was slicing that dirty smirk off of that idiots face. Yet, she had the urge not to do it, almost as if something was telling her not to. It was like she was being directed by something that wasn't herself. Was it the Universe Spirit? If so, why has it decided to show its presence now, and why on this mission exactly? Why with these people? There were too many things going on for her to process that strange feeling she felt within her body. All it told her to do for right now was for her to just keep walking and pushing forward, without her best wishes.

All of a sudden, she heard a conversation begin to break out between 2 of the adults in her group. She didn't feel like listening to them, at least not while she was contemplating. With that, she shouted out with a serious tone in her voice, "Shut up, I don't want to hear this idiotic chitter chatter. It's bad enough I have to be around you people throughout this day. I don't want to listen to your voices as well." She was extremely annoyed by the interruption of her thought process. Adults didn't have the right to act like they were able to over power even her own thoughts. No, there was no way she was letting that happen. Adults were a pain to work with, so making them shut up and listen just helps. Even so, she didn't expect these idiots to be obedient. Either way, she marked her territory. Whether they would bark back was up to them, but they'd be barking up the wrong tree. She would make sure of that.

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Akeldama hunched over on herself in response to the little girl snapping at her. Ahote was in a weirdly good mood today, but she wasn’t really trusting of that. Best to just be quiet and not anger either of them.

She looked odd next to Ahote in his well dressed apperance. While her new cloths were in a bit better state than the ones she had arrived in, they were clearly a man’s cloths and not well fitted to her slender frame. And some how there was already holes in the sleeves and pant legs.

The raven haired woman just nodded silently in response to both.

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Capone was trying not to interfere too much with Akeldama’s
life. Seeing as she wasn’t even supposed to be here yet, she was trying to do as little as possible lest the timeline be altered by her presence. She couldn’t go back to her own dimension, and Jiyu wasn’t here… Capone of course had a life outside of her daugher but… It was just a bit of a let down. She had had plans with her, and all of those were impossible now.

Well… They were still possible. But they wouldn’t’ be as fun to do alone. She was bored. And in hearing what they planned to do with this assassination attempt made her balk. It was so…. Uninspired. She couldn’t just sit back. She had to do something. She was crawling up the walls with boredom in here.

It should be fine. Last time she’d taken over Akeldama’s body she’d blacked out any memories of Capone. Shouldn’t be too hard to duplicate such a thing… They were technically Capone’s memories after all, not Akeldama’s. Even if Akeldama was a part of her… For this Akeldama that was not the case yet.

Capone pushed Akeldama’s conciseness down into the inky black, and for a moment her vessel’s vision blacked out. Anyone who had been looking at her at the time would have seen Akeldama’s vision go blank and look as if she were about to fall for a fraction of a second. Then she seemed to wake up just as quickly, catching herself.

Now possessing Akeldama’s body, Capone stood up tall and straight, her proper posture a far cry from Akeldama’s hunched over groveling. She took every foot of her six foot frame and owned it like a boss.

Capone’s nose crinkled up in disgust as her vessel’s senses barged her. “My god… Why doesn’t this street urchin bathe?” She muttered angrily to herself, looking at her vessel’s dirt encrusted nails. Disgusting…

But there was nothing she could do about that right now. Right now she had to make a suggestion. She picked up her pace to walk side by side with their guild master. “Ahote dear. I must say. That is the most dull assassination I have ever heard of. Where’s your sense of style? You’ve got to wait until they have that cliche line where they go "we’ll strike fear into the heart of evil.” THEN kill them. With a shot to the heart.”

There was something different about Akeldama’s voice, it was far more haughty than Akeldama was normally physically capable of. Looking at Akeldama, it could be hard to imagine that she was even the same person right now.


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Okay, so maybe he'd gotten a little caught up in the night before's activities. The man called Iris had a lively life to be certain, filled with energetic parties and rowdy nocturnal festivities. He was nearly always in the company of at least one person but preferably a group, yet at this moment he was alone. Before he got caught up in a boozy dance off while searching for a certain stripper known as Thicctor from a previous period in his life, the well-dressed man had had full intentions of keeping his mind reasonably clear for the current job. He'd gone without his team, since they bounced off each other until they were blind drunk and losing memories like bourbon from a dropped bottle. Now as he departed the train at the base of the mountain, he smoothed his lavender hair back into its flawless state, lightly pressing his black pants, black vest, and white dress-shirt with heated palms. A little more than buzzed, his mind had adapted to drink enough that he could function nearly normally, aside from occasional fits of giddiness and unrepentant flirting. It would be a long walk up a gravel road to this boring as heck hidden village. Who would want a village to be hidden? The night life must be atrocious...

Electing to teleport in bursts up the winding trail instead of expending valuable physical energy, it was no time before his ears were popping and he was getting a glorious high from rapid ascension and thinning air. The village was close now, and people appeared on the radar. Familiar people...going opposite ways? Passing two departing guild mates heading back the way he'd just traversed, he merely stared at them but didn't speak. He was late as it was, fashionably but late nonetheless and he didn't want to delay any longer. Still, a slender violet brow quirked, confused as to why they were already leaving, but also quickly shifting away from the thought once the regal and brooding top snake came into view. He wasn't alone. There was a girl with him, tall and unfamiliar in both posture and appearance. "Ahote, do we have a new--" his voice silenced itself as he slammed into a wall of unmistakable stench. A foul nose-offending attack such as this could only belong to a much smaller gutter rat named Akeldama. "...Akeldama?" Iris balked, completely losing his train of thought of greeting the guild master and getting a status update on todays assassination. With one ordered assassination from Papa Snek down, going on another so soon would only feed his growing reputation for being a dangerous bane in the Magic Council's side. This was a point he returned to once his sense of smell adjusted to her, and once he reminded himself that she had some quirky magic probably rooted in time manipulation, from what he'd witnessed. Turning back to the leader, he followed the topaz gaze to the podium in the square below. "Why is it that morons in power think having meetings and announcements in the open are good ideas? They nearly always get murdered...repeating the same thing expecting different results is insanity."

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Capone was very close to completely discounting Ahote entirely as a dull man who cared nothing for adding a little dramatic flare to what would otherwise be a boring kill. Even though Jiyu was no longer around she had her resolution to try and make the people around her better. To nurture rather than mock those who lacked her creative genius.

But the idea of trying to mentor this blasé bore to greater heights was mind numbingly dull. He didn’t even want to try.

Then she realized that perhaps it was less that he didn’t want to excel, and more that it was Akeldama’s body speaking. It wasn’t what was being said, it was who was saying it. He did not care to listen to anything Akeldama was saying, as she had established herself as an omega early on. This little mongrel was content to grovel at anyone’s feet if she thought it would get her something.

The only thing it wouldn’t get Akeldama was a dreg of respect. He had heard only part of what she had said, it was not merely timing, but irony. Striking at the man’s heart as he spoke about striking at the heart of crime. It was truly a masterful stroke of irony that anyone with a sense of humor would enjoy. But Ahote wasn’t the type to listen to an inferior creature such as Akeldama.

His treatment of Akeldama was good for Capone. That should remain. She however, could not permit it in regards to herself. But this begged the question of whether she should say anything at all in the first place.

Capone could come out and do things… But perhaps in the presence of Akeldama’s guild mates was not the best place and time. The timeline itself was at stake, and a little bit of fun on Capone’s end could have a cascading effect on the relationships Akeldama had with her guildmates. Her station and treatment were perfect, nothing needed changing. Capone was just the type of person these people would both need and like.

And if her presence changed how these people treated Akeldama… That would spell bad news further on down the timeline. She was bored yes. But Capone could not allow that to ruin things for her.

The woman looked down at her vessel’s hand, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together. Things were already on a strand as it were. She could feel a damning energy pulsing through her veins. The kind that could spell doom for her, her vessel, and all those around Akeldama.

She had altered things enough to at least make things interesting… Perhaps it was time to… As Ahote so put it. Cut it out. Capone was not one to simply to roll over and follow orders. His command was not the reason she was doing this at all. It was just too risky right now.

Shame too. Because she had the cleverest retort to Ahote. It’d be something like, its not what’s gotten into me, but who… But no. she couldn’t say something like that. It’d be far too revealing.

Capone took a step back into the depths of Akeldama’s mind, taking the role of an observer rather than a puppeteer.

As the exchange happened Akeldama stumbled and ended up only catching herself on her hands and knees. She got up as quickly as she could, regaining her normal slouching posture as she did so. Her eyes darted quickly around to figure out what was going on but making no eye contact. And then she noticed how things had changed. Iris was here. She was walking next to Ahote now some how. “My bad.” She said in a murmur, taking a step back from walking to his side. She didn’t know what she had may be done.

But it was probably best to start with a preemptive apology for it.

What. Had she… Had she blacked out? Akeldama hadn’t thought she’d gotten that drunk. Maybe it’d be best to stay quiet. Her footsteps slowed until she was walking a bit behind Ahote again, looking between Iris and Ahote. Hopefully she’d catch up on what she missed soon enough, and that whatever she might have done wasn’t too bad.



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How could he have not sensed his team mate here? So close to just pop in almost like she'd been here the whole time. "Aelu~" he purred in annoying affection, planting his usual kiss upon her head once their murderous leader released her. The short spitfire always had a way with words, and even now her suggestion of a bloodbath spurred Ahote into expanding the plan beyond the normal parameters. What better way to upgrade their infamy and message than going off script and causing mass casualties?

"Mmm~ It's been a while since a good massacre. I have plenty of jars," Iris noted, an easy smile lighting his whole face. "However, keep in mind that we need to keep a few alive to tell the tale. And please alert me if you find a dazzling set of eyes in your reapings. I'd be most grateful~" His smooth voice lilted over the words, obviously pleased but not so much so that he looked uncouth and overeager. "I say we let the guy really get going, so everyone is invested. Then he goes down brutally mid speech, and within mere seconds we begin picking off the onlookers. The panic will be magnificent," finished the violet eye thief, peering down on their metaphorical canvas waiting to be painted red. His smooth porcelain hands slid into his pockets, poised to move but otherwise aloof.

His piece said, his eyes drifted back to the urchin whose eyes he'd pulled an interesting antique pocket watch from. It was unnerving to have seen her so old, physically as old as he appeared if not older. It had also be jarring to see her standing so proudly, but that part seemed to be over. Back to the slouching caboose. It pissed him off a little. Again, the emotion was perplex. Something irked him about her resignation to be treated worse than a dog, when just a little effort would go a long way. With eyes like those, she was just wasting her potential. However, if the vision she'd told him of came true, it was only a matter of time before she stepped into her proper place in the world and stood up for herself for everyone else to cower in fear of. Iris didn't see himself cowering unless it was from increased stench, but a small part of him couldn't wait to see it if only so she'd bathe. And yet another bigger part was longing to snatch those eyes right out of her head for himself, thus rendering her even worse off than she was now. See? Complicated. "You should go back to standing up straight. Slouching makes you look like an ape," Iris said to her, rolling his shoulders as if to emphasize what he meant. If nothing else could be said about how she was treated at Basilisk Fang, at least Iris seemed to be trying to teach her how to improve herself without inflicting anything but snark on her. Whether it was kindness or not was a bit of a mystery.


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