Casino

@Jung Yunho Mineok felt the atmosphere freeze as the other began laughing. It was a chilling laugh but as the other did so, he could feel like there was something wrong. Just seeing the looks on the couple's faces, behind the other. He could confirm that something was clearly something not quite right with the 'Reaper'. He knew the Reaper was unpredictable, but legendary or not, to bite the hand that fed him and bringing fear and injury to the people who helped create him was something that didn't fit. Even as assassins, they had their own motive and when they had a bond, they were quite loyal, though manipulative. As he was on high alert, he felt the need to survive rather than fear. He stalked the other closely, making sure that if he were to make a move, he would be able to react accordingly. Even if the two men had jumped to help protect him, he needed to make sure that he was able to fight rather than run. Besides, what's the point in living if you can't defend yourself from something so small? After a rather long tangent, he watched as the 'Reaper' the contaminated dagger before throwing it out at him at point blank range, since the table wasn't so large. Minseok saw everything in from when the other threw it to when it hit the wall behind him. He could see that the other tried to aim for his head, but he knew it wasn't going to hit him, dead center. He was surprised as he didn't know how but he didn't flinch even as the dagger marred his his face. He felt his blood seeping from the cut and dripping slowly down his cheek.
At that point, he knew that there was something definitely wrong with the 'Reaper'. An assassin, as he said it, would not kill off of impulse and especially in front of any witness, even if the witnesses knew of the male's profession. Furthermore, at his sudden sporadic tantrum, Minseok could confirm that the man could, most definitely, not be the actual Reaper. Although the atmosphere was intensely thick and spine chilling, Minseok could only sit there, staring at the man in front of him, trying to figure out if this meeting was all a set-up, just as the door opened and in came a chipper voice. He didn't take his eyes off the man in the cloak but he furrowed his brows as he listened to the waiter speak. No waiter could not be that fearless, unless they were courting death. He watched as the male in front of him signal his bodyguards to dismiss the intruder and his gaze was finally intercepted by the burst of flower petals and sporadic flickering of the lights. Holding his breath, Minseok heard a soft whip-like sound swing past him and a soft thud. When the lights turned back on, the rookie felt his heart stop and his blood freeze. The whip-like sound seemed to be something rather sharp, causing the thus when the 'Reaper's' body fell. He stared at the clean kill in front of his and felt a strong shiver run through his spine. Only someone of high skill could execute something so clean. Somehow, he felt like the waiter, behind him, had some play into this incident. He felt that the man behind him was far more dangerous than the 'Reaper' that he had first met.
When he heard the waiter speak again, Minseok finally turned to look at the other in curiosity. Seeing the way the other interacted with the couple that sent out for his recruitment, Minseok raised a brow. The personality and mood of the man in front of him was a stark contrast to the one, now laying on the floor, but he could still read a death emitting aura, despite the childish behavior. When the other apologized and picked up the blood stained dagger, the rookie furrowed his brows and froze as he watched the other seemingly slit his throat, before pulling off the effects makeup. Shuddering, Minseok had actually thought the other slit his neck. Although odd for an assassin, he didn't like the thought of being cut or stabbed himself, thus why when he was cut just a bit earlier, he was surprised with himself.
Minseok watched the man, named Yunho, in front of him and watched the way the couple had reacted. In the way their faces contorted through various emotions, he relaxed a bit, finally confirming that the 'waiter' was the real Reaper. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the terrifying man skipped over to him. He felt himself lean back as the close proximity was a bit much for him, especially after what had just happened. To say he was shocked was an understatement. How the man in front of him was a professional killer, he might never know, but he didn't doubt it one bit since he got the chance to, somewhat, witness the infamous Reaper in action. Minseok was speechless, he didn't know how to answer the other until one of the "fathers" screamed at Yunho, demanding an explanation. Hearing the taller's answers, the rookie felt the muscle beneath his eye twitch. He risked his life, accepting the invitation to train, only to be met with a mentor that seemed so frivolous? The boy didn't really know how to feel. His face remained emotionless, though a hint of shock flashed across his eyes, as he continued to listen to the other ramble. Although he wasn't hungry, he decided to comply, not knowing what the other was going to do or how he was going to react. Sighing, Minseok internally shrugged and offered the other a friendly smile, only saying one word in response, "sure."

@Kim Minseok The Reaper hollered a loud laughter as he tilt his head against the chair, highly amused by the smart- answer. The sudden burst of laughter made the couple feel uneasy. It was an odd behavior coming from the Reaper, in fact it was something off about him that get their body on chills. However, the Reaper didn't mind the mouth gaping and eye bulging. He was entertained. An answer he wasn't really expecting at all. An answer that completely answered the actual question itself. Highly amused and entertained, the Reaper need few minutes to calm down. "I do apologize, but that was really hilarious answer I've gotten. I never encountered someone answering to a question that wasn't even connected to the question whatsoever," he smirked. Giving himself some few seconds back to his composure, the Reaper readjust his body position a bit more before going back to his dark aura. "It's quite unfortunate it's forbidden to kill new recruiters. Especially you.." He paused a bit as he made a finger gun and silently says, 'bang.' "If you cannot seek the difference between a serial killer and an assassin, even worse if you actually accept that they are the same, I would've immediately executed you right on the spot." As those words splatter in his mouth, the couple instantly went defense mode as they shield Minseok away from the Reaper. No matter how legendary he was, killing his own kind won't do, but that didn't move the Reaper at all, instead he rebel against such parenting training by striking two daggers up their throats, slightly ing the sharp blades against their skin where blood dribble down their skin. "Do not let me splatter blood, fathers. You ask my assistance, and I shall take such judgment. I shall not let an animal on the loose for killing if he cannot comprehend the difference between a serial killer and an assassin," The Reaper's voice became venomous as he splattered those threatening words, words that were sharper than the knife against their throats. Before they could do anything, the Reaper pushed the couple aside towards the guards before sitting his down with now an unamused feeling, "You're indeed still a child, who cannot distinguish a psychopath versus profession. Serial killers and assassin have the same psychological aspects in joy of killing particular targets; however, assassins do not kill for personal purposes. We are shadows within the darkness that quietly eliminate foes that seek trouble in this type of world. We get the mission, learn the mission, and eliminate the target as swiftly as a swipe of a butter knife. But most importantly, we do not impulsively attach ourselves in the murder and continuously act upon such blood path. An assassin's job is to quietly make a person diappear without any trace not even a single cell. It's an elegant job that requires a person's existence to be nonexistence. How is that similar to a serial killer who impulsively kill and leave a trace of it's own deeds? Do not make me laugh again child, an assassin is no funny business," he whispers as he stick out his long tongue against the blood stained dagger seductively before throwing at the dagger enough to make a scratch on Minseok's cheeks until it perfectly lands on the wall.

The air was stiff. The environment was no longer accompanied by the laid back personality the Reaper portray himself. The immense black aura drastically condense into a much darker matter that literally brought the room into a psychological trap. One move can cause a finger-- Well until an intruder cross by. "Hello, room service, I came here to bring fine wine~" A chirpy lad said. Despite the thickening intense atmosphere, the waiter casually walked in to change the bouquets of flowers before pouring the glass of wine. No one really paid attention to him since their eyes were all on the Reaper. "My~ my~ it's so cold in here. Did you guys lower down the temperature or something?" The waiter asked jokingly as he continue to rustle the flowers. The Reaper who continued to stare at Minseok lift a finger, signaling the guards to dismiss the chatterbox, but before they could approach him, the petals of flowers wild spread like mad fire across the room causing everyone to caught off guard even the Reaper himself. As everyone stared at the sudden rain of flowers in the room, lights began to flicker in madness. One second lights out,lights back in; three seconds once again lights out then lights back in, but the fifth time the light flickered, the body of the Reaper collapsed in the ground along with his cloak, but his head was now proudly in the candlestick in the middle of the table. What was frightening was that the neck of the head was cleanly cut that no blood splattered. "My~ wasn't he quite a chatterbox was he not? Hello poppy, hello dad, it's pleasure to see you again. I'm sorry I came late. Is he the one?," The waiter evil grins from ear to ear while twirling the flowerless stem habitually. "Y-yunho? Is that you?" The blonde one asked still a bit bewildered at the appearance before him still not convinced that this was his son. He looked different. The waiter snapped his fingers realizing something was off and smiles apologetically, "I do apologize, I keep forgetting about this. Off we go," and just like that the waiter snatched up the tainted blade and skin his neck off. There was no blood ushering, except skin peeling off. And just like that the waiter removed the mask off his face and flashes his famous almond smile with an upper mole lip. "Ah...much better. Now let me look at my new brother," He says casually while skipping towards the quiet boy. Taking his sweet time, the waiter bends down to see him face to face and frowns heavily. "He dare to hurt my sweet brother, shame on him. Shall we get it treated?" Yunho asked while giving him a puppy eye look.

"jUNG YUNHO! I DEMAND ANSWERS?! WHAT THE WAS THIS SHENINGANS?!" His "father" demanded not tolerating this foolish get up. Leaning back to his straight body, Yunho sheepishly rubs his neck, "His name is Jack Smith, one of the best selling arm stealer representative of North Korea, I made a deal with him earlier to spare his life if he acts like me, but I got annoyed at his cocky behavior, so I just ended up finishing the job. Thanks for making it easier on me~" He snickers while giving them an asian peace including Minseok, "Now then, you must be hungry, this casino makes the best steak! We can bond or some later, I'm starving!"

@Jung Yunho The rest of the room was quiet as the man's voice resonated against the walls. Minseok felt a shudder run up his spine but showed no hint of fear in his eyes. He watched the man observing him and could tell that the other was judging the recruiters' choice in him, even though his face was still covered by the cloak. Hearing the other's sneer, the boy just shrugged, not bothering to answer. He stayed quiet, listening to the man ask him question by question, challenging his job as an assassin. Minseok watched as the two men beside the Reaper tried to intervene, only to be stopped by the male in front of him. He knew he was being tested by the male, testing his patience and EQ, to see if he would be worth the time to take in. With a quirked brow, the boy sighed under his breath. "Are assassins not serial killers? We hunt and kill for a purpose, and though different purposes, it's all still underhandedly, meditated murder," Minseok said in a mellow voice. “I may, personally, target ‘bad’ guys but that is only one of one of my so called ‘categories’. Now don’t get me wrong, just because assassins are serial killers, doesn’t mean that serial killers are, in turn, are assassins, since some of them don’t have what it takes.” With a slight tilt of his head, he flashed a rather charming smile. “But since you asked, I wonder… what is the difference between you being an assassin versus a serial killer?” He was insane, to talk back to the other, and by the look on the faces of the people behind the man, they thought so too. But he wasn’t going to hold back and be the perfect little schoolboy even if he did manage to be accepted as a disciple.

@Takenaka Minpha (approach him and we'll see ;P)

[ 2,200-- wow Minpha wants to be your friend ]

@Kim Minseok The man in the cloak leans back towards his chair as he unwrap his leg together as his long, slender fingers rest against his chin, observing quietly at the candidate before him. Despite the chubby cheeks, big doe eyes, and the feminine aura the boy was hinting, there was indeed the killer vibe. Amateur, but a potential assassin. An amused smirk appeared on the man's lips at the boy's stoic voice as he gave him an answer, in which he did careless. "How endearing, I did not expect you to actually calculate how many targets you actually killed. Perhaps you should give me all the description of your killings if you're so detailed," he asked rhetorically and sarcastically. "I have a question for you, kid. What's the difference between your 'assassin' job versus being a serial killer? According to records, you only target 'bad' people, but remind you, serial killers kill with a specific category when it comes to their victims. What makes you different from them?" He asked. At the corner of his eye, he felt the familiar figures intervening his interrogation, so he lifted his other hand up for them to halt. The couple exchange weary, conflicted expressions on their faces wondering what was the purpose of those question, but remain still at their spot, accompanied by four guards, two on each side. "So, where were we?" He says softly.

@Jung Yunho After being seated, the room was still silent and no one spoke. Minseok was beginning to grow impatient, he slouched down slightly and fidgeted, bouncing his leg as he turned to look at the clock on the wall. He had been on the watch for signs of the meeting being a trap, but found none. Just as he started contemplating whether or not to find a way to leave, he heard the door open behind him and felt the atmosphere freeze around him. The man in front of him, stone faced and motionless immediately speaking up. He straightened his position and huffed, "finally," he muttered under his breath. Turning to look at the man causing the commotion in the building, the rookie stared at the faceless man in black with a quirked brow.
"This is the Reaper?" He thought, the over the top outfit was throwing him off. Although it was clearly in representation of his name, he signature so far. From the other's aura, he could sense the feeling of death radiating the male. He should be scared, and though he did feel chills running down his spine just by the man's deep; dangerously alluring voice, just by the other's words, he could feel that there was more to the man in front of him than just the emotionless terrorizing "Reaper" that the world loved to talk about.
Minseok watched the man practically glide across the room and sat across from him, never once taking his curious eyes off the male. He was conflicted. He couldn't exactly take the man seriously in his outfit but could still feel the fear that the other's presence, alone, instilled in many of the people around them. He needed a mentor, almost desperately, and knew it would be great to have a legend as his mentor but couldn't figure out whether he could completely believe this transaction. Staring at the other, emotionless, he leaned forward and crossed his arms, resting them against the table. In a lazy tone, the young man answered, "I've killed about 2,200 people give or take a few."

@Kim Minseok First step. Second step. Third step. Fourth step. And then there was the fifth step. Across the entire room that /was/ known for its loud music, slot machines, hyena laughters of women, and drunkards slurring through the room, is now dead silent. The only thing that kept the place noticeable with living people were the staccato breathing of people as they stare in fear right before them. Before thousands of people's eyes, there were five tall men with black suits, black sunglasses, with their black suit making their way to the VIP room, guarding a particular person. But even the presence of those body builders remained dull in the public's eyes, for their eyes met something else, or specifically /someone/ in particular. Remind you, the five tall men were around 6'0" feet tall, but their passenger in the middle was far beyond tall. Their companion was at least 6'5" tall with ripped black cloak covering his long black hair, leather black jeans with skull chains attach his belt, creating nerve wrecking chills of rustles like chains attach a prison's wrist alongside his studded boots clanking it's way to a particular path. Some might say, he appears like a "Grim Reaper." With all the staring of the people, the faceless guest remained stoic, for that person had his own purpose that night, not some rendezvous.

Knock, knock. The leader of the guarded group slowly turned the knob where they were greeted by two familiar faces and one unknown. "Ah, finally. The main guest finally arrived. You definitely created a great grande entrance. I thought you were keeping it a low profile 'Reaper,'" Jisoo, the long blonde hair man dryly comments as he stared at the guest. The faceless man for the first time in his appearance of this whole getup, showed a wicked smile, revealing one of his canine tooth at that. "It's no fun being unknown to the world of this /mundane/ life. Eventually they'll realize there is more than just serial killers that gets their hands dirty," A sweet, yet dark baritone came out of the faceless man as he find himself striding across the room gracefully and sat down one of the chairs with his long legs crossed. "Now then, shall we get into business? Why did you summon me for?" He asked as he moved his head towards Minseok's head. "Fresh meat I see. So old, yet so young with this life. Young boy, how many have you killed?"

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@Jung Yunho Minseok huffed to himself as he followed the stranger in front of him. Earlier that night he was caught right after he had completed his mission. He was baffled since he normally didn't ever leave any clues on how to find him. He usually was the one who found the ones who needed assistance from people like him. He usually only took on clients who couldn't afford the normal price of hit-men and always had gotten his payments in cash. To be more secure, he always made sure that the cash were old and random bills so that the bank wouldn't be able to track him down with the hidden bar codes in the notes.
Minseok grumbled, staring at the older male's head, trying to figure out what he might've done to track him down. He adjusted the mask around his face and thought back to how the other introduced him earlier. He had said that he had always been watched and was now being recruited since he "finally earned their trust and was worthy of their assistance." He never learned of the stranger's name, so he was ready to defend himself if needed, but was told that he would be meeting the infamous "Reaper".
Although he was highly skeptical and on high alert as they walked toward a private room, he was in need of a mentor to help him refine his skills. So when there was a possibility of gaining a long-yearned for mentor, he jumped the gun, but made sure to be attentive to any red flags around the building.
Entering the room, he looked across the room to find two men with unreadable faces. He didn't know what "the Reaper" looked like, nearly no one did, but he figured that one of the two men, in front of him, would be the infamous assassin or trying to play off as the infamous assassin.