Family Pact

[Max452]

Daeron listened quietly, thoughtfully to his Marola as she told her story. He shook his head. "No, she was always truthful to me..." Daeron glanced at his hands. "If I saw that boy, well," he thought about that incident and something dawned on him, "he looked like he was trying to kiss her, but she didn't want to.." He muttered, feeling confused and stupid at the same time. "I...but, what if, what if she doesn't want me anymore? I said some really nasty things to her." He glanced up, his reddish hair shuffling into his face. He brushed it aside. "I have a really bad temper, Mom..." He glanced over to the door that Elijah, Elaine, and Lucien walked out into, ", can...you all teach me to be better? stronger? to control my temper?" He asked her, bluish green eyes hopeful. "I need to make things right...and I don't know if Katriana is good or bad, but, I want her to see that I'm special and that she's wrong about me; I'm not useless. Can you teach me, Mom?" Daeron asked, his eyes pleading.

OOC: Let's get it going! I want him to be super ninja! lol

[Tismri]

Marola sighed, pained that her son wanted to go back to Katriana, if only to prove he was not useless. She rather wished he wanted to go back home with her, or even volunteer to fight for Nasuada. But plans had already been set in motion for him to return to that place anyway--just with some differences in his loyalty.
"Yes, son, we can teach you," she told him. Her voice was a little strained, every fiber of her being despising herself for allowing him to get sucked into this Family he would never be able to escape. But it was the only way for her to make sure he was safe, and now that he was in, there was no backing out for him. Ever. For his sake, she hoped beyond hope that a dragon would not hatch for him, so that he might at least escape through old age some day.
"We can teach you to control your temper. Lucien did that for me. We will teach you the discipline necessary. If this is what you want. We are not warriors," she made certain to warn him. Although both she and Elaine were renowned warriors and fighters in their own rights, among this Family, such a title could not be claimed. "We are killers. Merciless, sometimes brutal, cunning assassins whose purpose it is to take lives without anyone even knowing we were there." She held Daeron back at arm's length and stared into his eyes. "We can make you powerful. But once you start down this road, you can never go back. So tell me, my precious star, is this what you really want?"

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Daeron listened carefully to all of his mother's words, noting the seriousness of the commitment he was about to make. He was silent for a moment as she asked him that simple, but life changing question. He wanted to be strong - to be useful to his family. This would give him the chance. It would make him worth something and allow him to pave his own path as he grew. And a small, selfish part of him, wanted this so he could be close to his Mother. Daeron gave a firm nod as he locked on his Mother's gaze. "I want this, Mom. I need this." He replied with determination. "If I'm to help my family in anyway, then I must become apart of this."

[Tismri]

Marola gave Daeron a small smile at his declaration. At least he was doing this for honorable reasons, much better than she had at his age.
"All right, then," she told him. She stood and helped him up, turning to join the others outside. She thought over everything they would have to teach him. Daeron could fight well enough--Marola had made sure to teach each of her children how to at least defend themselves. But his stealth needed to be worked on, his form. His stance would have to be retaught, as assassins tended to slink in the shadows. Elaine would likely be the one to teach him how to use his weapons to the greatest effect. Marola knew she would likely be teaching him the importance of stealth, as she now know how to be a silent shadow even better than Lucien who had taught her. Elijah would likely help with discipline, and apart from that, inform him of their role in the Shade's army. And Marola wouldn't put it past him to teach her son how to use explosives just to be flashy. And Lucien...well, she knew what he would teach. He would be drilling into Daeron the importance of this Family, educating him on their history and what they stood for, and making sure he had the tenants memorized, with the gravity of the consequences likely being shown to him firsthand.
Marola greatly regretted this, teaching her son how to be a killer. But at the same time, she felt as if this would link a connection between her and her child that she had with no others. None of their family even knew about this. This would provide for her a unique opportunity to spend time with her son who had for so long felt neglected.

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Daeron returned his Mother's smile with his own somber one. He believed he knew the gravity of his choice. There was no going back on this, but hopefully, it would be all for a good cause in the end. He followed his Mother to the door, where, another chapter in his life was to be unfolded, but this time, he was glad that he had his Mother by his side...

OOC: Let's skip to the training! ahahaha! who's up first? lol

[Trinn]

"This is not a strong weapon." Elaine said, holding the long, thin bladed dagger up sideways between her hands. The needle sharp point pricked the inside of her palm, while the smooth rounded pommel pressed into the other. "But it is a silent weapon. After all, silence is our way." Moving like a shadow, Elaine flipped the blade up and caught it behind her back, before flourishing it in circles around her. The dagger did not create any noticeable sound as it whirred about, though most weapons would. "It is light, easy to maneuver, and most of all, thin enough to slip right between the ribs." In a flash, Elaine was standing behind Daeron, the blade pressed against the skin behind his heart. The dagger seemed to undulate in gray waves as it hit. Elaine had made sure to dull the blade for their training. "Here," She said, stepping back around to his front and offering the dagger to him, "get the feel of it, and then try to hit me. I'll close my eyes so we can see just how stealthy you can be."

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Daeron took mental notes as Elaine explained to him about the important of the dagger. He never really used one himself, having found his sword an easier route to stab someone. The boy continued to watch and listen but lost sight of the blade as Elaine whipped it around; she was so fast! In a moment, he lost sight of Sister Elaine instantly and felt the blade behind him. Daeron was completely amazed by Elaine's speed and was eager to try out the dagger. He accepted the dagger and held it in his right hand, trying to acclimate to its weight. It was a lot lighter and smaller than his sword; making the feel seem unnatural. He really wanted to try twirling it around like Sister Elaine, but knew he would make a fool of himself, instead, he opted to just bounce it to one hand and then back to his right. After a moment, Daeron felt a bit comfortable with the dagger, but was still unused to how he was suppose to attack. Based on what Elaine had just demonstrated, he assumed that he was suppose to attack from the back.

Daeron gripped the hilt of the dagger more tightly and then slowly, moved toward Elaine on the balls of his feet. Recalling his many exploits of theft, Daeron hunched himself down just a bit, as he quietly stalked Elaine as best as he could. He breathed in and out quietly, but nervously, not wanting to disappoint his current teacher. Once he deemed himself close enough, Daeron lunged at Elaine's back, but a bit awkwardly due to his acting like the dagger was a sword rather than a stealthly blade; he swung it diagonally down, hoping to land a hit.

[Trinn]

With closed eyes, Elaine awaited Daeron's attack. She tried to hear without the abilities her bond had bestowed to her, and she discovered that Daeron was impressively quiet for one yet untrained by the brotherhood. As it was, he was still too clumsy, and it was with ease that Elaine swiveled and blocked the dagger by grabbing Daeron's wrist. She eyed the way he held the weapon, and shook her head, smirking. "Remember, you are making a stealthy kill, not a statement. Simply stabbing straight between the ribs will do. Slashing like that is sloppy, and it won't guarantee a kill." Taking the dagger from Daeron, she demonstrated again how to use the dagger, going through the simple motion of a fluid stab, and how best to hold the hilt, as well as the posture to take. "Now, try it again. On that dummy there this time, though. I want to see you move with the dagger now."

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Daeron let out a surprised noise as Elaine caught his wrist when he attacked. He slight frown marred his features as Elaine instructed him the proper way to hold the dagger; he was annoyed with himself for not thinking of that. He gave Elaine a respectful nod as he took the dagger back, having paid close attention to her demonstration again. He practiced the fluid motion twice before going up to the dummy, desiring to get the feel of the dagger. After a moment, Daeron snuck up to the dummy and swiftly struck out with the dagger, aiming for what he thought was the ribs, but was actually the kidney. Daeron backed away, looking at his teacher for approval and criticism. "I don't think I hit it right." Daeron replied, feeling that his position was off after having seen Elaine do it before. "Which rib am I suppose to hit?" He asked, not familiar with the human anatomy very well. He walked over to the dummy with a concentrated frown. "And why do I have to pierce between the ribs? Does that promise a quick death?" He asked, eager to learn.

[Tismri]

Marola entered the training room silently as she watched Daeron attack the training dummy. She smirked at his miss, knowing he had quite a ways to go before he became a killer. She walked up behind him without making a sound and poked her hand into his ribs, at the angle he was instructed.
"Because, little star, the ribs are made to protect some of the most vital spots of the body." From his back, she pointed various places he could hit, naming them as she did so. "Lungs, liver, and most importantly the heart are all incased in its bony cage. You need a rather thin blade to slip between them, which is why a dagger is most commonly used." She gave a knowing glance at Elaine for a moment before pulling out her own dagger. "Personally, when it comes to sneak attacks, I've always been more partial to slitting the throat, but you have to be exceptionally quick to do it without being noticed." She demonstrated, continuing her silent steps up to the training dummy, visualizing an actual target--as per usual, it was Valentine, though she never admitted it to anyone. Before anyone in the room could even blink, she had her hand covering the stiched dummy's mouth while her blade slid over its throat.
"Hitting the heart insures an instant death that doesn't need to keep your target silenced, but that's just never been my way."

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Daeron jumped when he felt his Mother's voice and poke; he could feel his heart beating rapidly out of a moment of panic and fear. How did she do that!? He blinked, processing her words and let out a small, "Oh" at her explanation. He watched her with awe as she stealthy attacked the dummy, slitting the imaginary throat. He gulped, wondering how many throats she did that to since it was her preferred attack. He sighed. He had much to learn. "Is there any books that I can read about the human body?" He asked both Riders. "Or pictures?" He asked, feeling sheepish of his request. "I would like to have a mental image of where things are so I don't mess up." He explained.

[Trinn]

Elaine watched Marola's instruction, remembering when she had been instructed by the ex-empire rider. It made her feel nostalgic, as well as glad. Marola was her good friend now, her sister, in a way. Back then, they had still been something like enemies. "Of course." She said, answering Daeron. "Our sect actually houses a rather impressive library. Anatomy tomes are among them. One of your new brothers or sisters would be willing to point you to them, after you are done training here with me." Elaine glanced at the hourglass she had set on a nearby table. The sand had nearly trickled completely from the top. "And it looks like your time with me is, in fact, up. Reflect on the things I have shown you today, and tomorrow return with your thoughts on what other sorts of weapons would best be suited for stealth."

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Daeron's eyes darted over to Elaine as she informed him about the archives that were available to him. He never really did enjoy reading, but he was willing to do anything to advance his abilities. He gave Elaine a nod and smile. "Thank you, Elaine. I will go over there during my free time." He promised to her and himself. He followed her eyes to the hourglass and was slightly disappointed; he was hoping to master this dagger thing today. Perhaps he could practice later tonight after all of his sessions. "Yes, Elaine." He replied, again promising that he will do his assignment. He gave her a wave and glanced over at his Mother, apparently she was his next teacher. "What are we doing today, Mother?" He asked, eagerness in his eyes.

[Tismri]

Marola sat down on a bench on the opposite side of the room from Daeron, as her time with him was about to begin. She smiled slightly, seeing how eager he was to learn. She was glad when he seemed willing to read. When they were younger, she had made certain to teach each of her children their letters and numbers, but Daeron was one of the ones who did not seem particularly enthusiatic about the task.
She sat in silence for several long moments after he asked his question, to emphasize the point she was about to make. He hated it whenever she seemed to be ignoring him, and that usually riled up his temper, as it had when they had their talk earlier.
"Self-control, Daeron," she told him. "It is essential to the work of an assassin. In battle, you can let your emotions rule you and go as wild as you will. But when it comes to killing, you need patience, stealth, and confidance. All this stems from the ability to restrict and focus your emotions, not letting others know your thoughts." She smiled at him slightly. "You really do like to wear your heart on your sleeve, dear. That is going to have to change."

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Daeron was trying to be patient as he waited for his mother to answer, but it could only last for so long; he was never a patient person. He started to fidget with his fingers, cooling his temper to the best of his abilities, but his mother's silence reminded him often of the other times she would seemed to ignore him, lost in her own thoughts. He almost had enough when his mother started to speak. Daeron lowered his eyes to the ground, abashed for his lack of self control. However, he raised it slightly, as he always did when he felt scorned. "Sorry, Mother." He muttered, referring to his anger. He listened carefully to her words and blushed at her last statement. He couldn't help but demonstrate his feelings. "I...I do not...all the time..." He muttered again, frowning slightly, not wanting to believe that was true.