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Post by Haku on Feb 28, 2008 16:41:30 GMT -5
Haku led them back to a small house outside the village which was a little beat-up, but it worked well enough for his purposes. Inside were the furnishings and necessities for two people. For him, and for his teacher. He opened the door and walked inside, leaving it open for Sayuri to follow. On the table inside were the things he needed for the poison, and beside the table, the equipment for his mission.
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Mar 1, 2008 5:54:05 GMT -5
She looked on in awe, stepping slowly in and closing the door gradually and quietly behind her. Her sharp blue eyes took in her surroundings... all this... he didn't live here did he? Her eyes rested on the equipment and a smile pursued her frown. She squinted slightly because of the light but looked up at Haku with a smirk,.
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Post by Haku on Mar 1, 2008 18:05:10 GMT -5
Haku calmly sat at the table, taking out the flowers and preparing them to make the poison. He didn't notice her frown due to his focus on the task at hand, but he did glance up long enough to see her smirk.
He chuckled, then carefully extracted the small amount of liquid from the fragile flowers and added it to a lethal mixture in front of him. The combined result would lull the victim into a false sense of security by initially producing a barely noticeable, good, warm, fuzzy feeling. Which would last until he was a safe distance away.
After that came the next stage...they would start to feel sluggish, drained, tired, weary...then the poison's effects, sped up by a little-known root he found, would come into play as it crept its way through the bloodstream and slowly destroyed its writhing, agonized victim from the inside out.
As he finished the liquid, it became mostly clear and only very vaguely fragrant (unlike the flowers) and that it could be easily slipped into a drink. Exactly what he had in mind. He poured it into a vial and sealed it. All he had to do now was finish dinner. Which was on a small stove to his right. The assassination would have to wait until tomorrow. He turned to Sayuri. "Are you hungry, too? I'm not a bad cook."
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Mar 2, 2008 4:17:28 GMT -5
Keeping her eyes on every move he made she was startled when he spoke. But she couldn't resist laughing. "You make a poison liek that, and expect me to eat dinner?" she asked giggling. She was only joking; she felt starved and her stomach rumbled quietly. Sweatdropping, she nodded in acceptance of the meal. "Please, yes, that would be lovely!" she bowed a little.
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Post by Haku on Mar 2, 2008 17:06:50 GMT -5
Haku chuckled at her comment. “Point taken, but considering I’m going to be eating too, it’d be stupid of me to poison it. In any case, I didn’t know you were going to join me until now.”
He set the poison and the things he used to make it aside carefully, to be sure they wouldn’t contaminate anything, then finished dinner and made them both plates.
He made sure she could see everything he did so she wouldn’t have reason to suspect he tampered with it. He didn’t have any reason to hurt her of course, and wouldn’t.
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Mar 3, 2008 6:18:08 GMT -5
She smiled lightly, but felt no need to watch over his actions though she would glance to see what he was doing. She hummed to herself rather cheerily, and was in a rather good mood. (I use the word rather WAY too much huh?) She was anticipating some quality food; her child had made her crave for ramen which she despised. She sat close by smiling up at him whenever she caught his eye.
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Post by Haku on Mar 6, 2008 19:36:02 GMT -5
Haku noted her apparent trust that he wouldn’t poison her food. That was good. He trusted her enough to invite her in, him not to randomly attempt to kill her. That was a good start for a relationship, wasn’t it? …Or at least, it was as far as he was concerned.
((I didn’t notice. I guess I was too busy worrying about all the stuff I use way too much. *chuckle * So, don’t worry about it.))
He handed her a plate of some of the better dishes he was capable of making. (Feel free to pick a food your character likes.)
Cooking was another trait his mother had passed on unintentionally. It, on the other hand, didn’t involve killing people. …Well, okay, it still did, just not nearly as often.
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Mar 7, 2008 3:49:59 GMT -5
She nodded at the dishes he handed her and smiled looking at the food with hungry eyes. She looked at him. "Cooking is a specialty of yours!" she said, as she took some of the food, tasting it; it was wonderful.
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