Time to train... (Tsumi Buredo)

Ace's pupils became red in the shape of a star. "Ugh, get out of my way! I'm trying to get somewhere!" he yelled at the assassins, that were attacking him. He was told to meet up with the great "Itami" (he'd already forgotten his last name) in the upper ring of Ba Sing Se, and was being pestered by a guild that had been following him because he ruined their plans once-okay twice...maybe a few more times. He'd even bought a new suit, in case Itami wanted him to go on some stealth mission. It was a black cloak with a hood that had two red objects that resembled clouds at the hips.

Ace's "Special" eyes:

Ace's new suit:

Ace defeated the last one with some lightning to the stomach, and kept on walking. He eventually found a food shop, in which he went in and got a little something to eat. He got a package of rice and meat, and some tea. He eventually stopped at a shop, too, and got some Ba Singe Se souvenirs. He did this until he realized he was getting too distracted, and finally reached the spot where he was told to go, and started to wait.

Ace turned around in suprise. "I presume you are my new student?" said a voice. "Depends. Are you Itami...um...are you Itami?" he said, trying to remember his last name. "If you are, then yes, I am. My name is Ace Kyoko, and I got a new suit just for this! Check it out!" he said, smiling, until he noticed Itami looking at it in a way. "Well, it's not my usual outfit, I just thought it might be...you know...suitable for whatever you want to have me do." he said to Itami. "Assuming you are Itami, what are we gonna do today? A couple of fighting exercises? A mission?" he said, acting as if he was punching something. "Whatever you want me to do, im up for it. I can hike," he said as he jogged in place "I can swim," he said, making a swimming motion "and my accuracy is really good. Watch this." he pointed his sword at a piece of wood in a craftsmen shop, and shot electricity out of it, knocking the wood off the counter.

The boy began talking frantically, spasmodically punching the air, speaking about what they were about to do, and even fired lightning at a log. “Ok, your first assignment is to calm down. Be silent, and we will begin your training. Here, come with me- I will show you my training ground. I have not the patience for petty rituals, so consider yourself sworn to secrecy. Divulge my secrets, and I'll kill you, simple as that. Blahblahblah, bloodoath, yadayadayada service contract yadayada.”

“You're in.”

His medium-length, silver hair blew in the wind, buffeting his desensitized green eyes. Looking into Itami’s eyes, one could see that even his facial expression was irreparably damaged by war, appearing calloused and focused. Above these eyes, he wore a small, silver bandanna, which covered the top of his head, but let the sides of his hair flow freely. Moving downward, he wore a silk/chain mail undershirt, under a comfortable blue light armor (which had a middle, non-conducting layer, which diluted a good part of electricity’s power.), which allowed for ease of movement, without sacrificing too much defense. On this armor, his personal symbol (three lines, in a semi-triangle) was embroidered, among thousands of other, smaller engravings, each representing a personal victory of his. On his waist, he wore a belt, which consisted of several special, ice-based locks, which kept his weapons stored comfortably, and easily accessible. Finally, he had a small dagger strapped to his ankle.

Even while talking, Itami maintained a vocal monotone. He gave no information away about his psyche, even to those who would deem it unimportant. Few were privilege to knowing Itami on a personal level, and even fewer were privilege to his emotions.


Itami turned into an alley to his left, beckoning for the boy to follow him. Pressing into the alley, there was especially worn-down door, with a symbol matching one engraved on Itami's armor. Itami knocked on the door. Shortly, a voice came through the door, saying, “Password?”

Itami quickly replied, with “The earth shall fall, and the heavens shall be caused to tremble.”

The door opened right away. “Welcome back, Master Itami. Ah, I see you've brought a guest! I shall prepare a room for him, straight away.” the servant said, scurrying away. “Welcome, Ace Kyoko, to the Bloody Rose's Ba Sing Se headquarters. As a hastily sworn-in member, there are several things you should know:


1. Contracts are available at the bulletin board, in the common room.
2. Weapons, armor, and transportation can be rented for a small fee, or bought from one of our blacksmiths. If you have the skill, you can forge your own equipment, at our forge. You could even make some quick coin, by forging arms for those who need them.
3.  Training rooms can be found in the west wing. Spar with anyone you like, but if you kill someone, I'll kill you.

For now, please accompany my servant to one of our rooms. This room will become permanently yours, for the duration of your time spent as a recruit. Once you reach the rank of official assassin (which requires at least a year spent with us), you will be permitted to buy a house, if you do not already have one. After you finish up there, meet me in training room 35. I will be along shortly- I have another student that will be joining us."

Saying this, he turned and exited, heading to meet his next student.

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Another student? Oh boy! Ace thought to himself, walking with the servant to his room. "Thanks." he said, walking into his room. Ace jumped onto the bed and waved his hands and legs around. "How long has it been since I've seen a bed!?" he said to himself. He quickly got up. "Ok, enough of that. Now, what should I do for the next 32 minutes?" he looked out the window (there's a window, right?) and then looked at the ceiling, in automatic boredom. "Is there a cafeteria? Did he say anything about food?" Ace said, walking out his door down to the common room.

He saw the contract board. Thinking it was a map of the place,he walked over to it and browsed it. Ok, that's not a map... he looked at the people around him. "Is there any food here?" he asked them.

A full moon. Nelleta always felt more powerful under the full moon. In the distance she saw light through the trees. She had been traveling with out food for a week and the malnourishment and lack of hygiene started to catch up with her. She started to head towards the other lives she felt. Coming out of the woods she found herself near the edge of a village. Ahead of her she spotted a local butcher shop. She stealthed towards it and uncapped one of her blood skins. Extending her chi to pull the blood it contained out of the skin she sliced through the door close to the jam, cutting through the lock on the other side. She returned the blood back to its skin and pushed the door open. She stepped in and quickly shut the door, freezing some blood over the locks to keep people from finding her. Quickly flitting around the shop she grabs what salted and smoked meat she could, shoving a piece of jerky into her mouth.

Suddenly the room lit up. She spun around, uncorking a skin and beheading the man who appeared behind her in one swift movement. She didn't see the woman behind the man until she started screaming for the guards. Running on instinct she cut the woman's throat and turned to the door and tried to throw it open. After a minute she remembered that she froze the door shut. She extended her chi, liquefied the blood and let it fall as she threw the door opened and ran into a man's chest. Before she could react and kill the man everything went black.

When she woke her skins were gone and she was in a grungy cell. She could hear people pulling down the corridor outside her cell but she was too far away to pull the blood out of their bodies. She heard someone coming down the hall and prepared to pull the blood out of their eyes. Before she could extend her chi fire flooded around her. A cup of water on a stick pushed through the flames.

"Drink" a voice on the other side said. Being parched from the fire she drank it all. The cup retracted and when the flames receded she was alone. Pushing her dirty, matted hair out of her face, she curled up in the corner. Over the next few days the guards repeated this little act. On the fifth night in the cell Nelleta got an idea. She took her nails and started to sharpen it on the wall. The next person who came to her cell wasn't going to walk away. When she was done she lay her head down and fell asleep with a wicked smile on her face. The next morning she sat up and waited for her guards to visit. When she heard someone coming down the corridor she stood in front of the wall opposite the door and waited.

When the fires came she stood calmly in the center, waiting for the cup. When she saw it cup through the fire she knelt. "Drink" said the guard. She reached up and tilted the cup so that its contents spilled on her. Once her clothes and hair were soaked she braced her left foot against the wall and burst through the fire slashing the cup guard's throat with her nails and charged the fire bender. She slashed him across the eyes and ran our the open door. Seeing her blood skins in a box to her left. She snatched them up and booked it out of the prison. When she did she ran right into a man with a silver bandana. She stared up at him and his female companion with fear in her eyes. She knew she couldn't beat them both with out bending and she refused to use the taint of her water bending bloodline. She knew shewas in trouble.