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Kiaran quietly pulls a hard case out from under his bed, the moonlight shining through his window onto the floor. He then moves to his closet and opens the door. Instead of clothes, the whole of the walk in closet is wall to wall gun parts, cartridges, and various other weapons. Ki slumps his shoulders and sighs. "Ugh… Work…" He pulls his data scroll out and reviews his mission specs. "Hrmm… It's just like Illo to give me all the assassin work… Let's see…"

As he reviews the scroll, his tail independently pokes at some random gun parts. "Ah… Fuck." Ki's tail goes limp as he reads one last detail: NO GUNS. END OF STORY; GOODBYE; THE END.

Sheathing his scroll, he hangs his head and sighs. "Looks like I'm gonna have to go into the melee locker…" He walks into the far corner of the room as his halo forms above his head. In his hand, a key shaped shadow materializes. "Hmm… No…" The key morphs a bit, this time more archaic. "No…" The key morphs into a straight rod about two inches long. Finally, four spikes grow out of the tip. Similar in appearance to his tail. "Ah ha! Bingo!" Ki unlocks the locker and opens it, pulling out each drawer one by one.

As he does so, Ran quietly stands at the entrance to the closet and crosses her arms. Her tail swishes slowly and she taps her paw. "And… WHAT? Do you think you're doing?"

Ki doesn't look at her, poking through various collapsible bows and throwing knives. "Getting ready for work."

Ran flips a fan out and holds the blade to the dragon's neck. "And why do you think you're gonna go?"

Ki stops and looks at her, pulling her hand away and folding her fan back up. "Because we need the money…" He stands and ruffles her hair. "Look Rannie…"

She holds a hand to his mouth and stops him. "Look. I'm going."

"No you—" He starts.

Ran cuts him off. "Look. You know I'm ready. You just want to completely shield me from the world!"

"Don't say it!" Ki growls, his wings opening slightly.

"JUST LIKE MY FATHER!!!" She shouts angrily.

Ki roars and bares his teeth. He then turns around and pulls a sheathed sword and shoves it into Ran's arms. "We leave in three minutes… Wait downstairs."

Ran opens her mouth to say something but Ki brushes her off, turning around to browse through his locker a bit more.

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Moments later, Ki walks downstairs with a crossbow and two katana strapped to his back. His pants, normally traditional canvas with a cloth belt, has completely changed into slightly less baggy black jeans and a dark brown buckle belt strapped with crossbow bolts. "Ran!"

The cat stands up from her seat at the dinner table. "Here…"

Ki opens the door and steps outside. Crouching slightly, he looks back. "Well?"

Ran hesitates and stops outside the door, closing it behind her. "Umm… Y-Yeah…" She clambers onto Ki's back.

Ki stretches his wings a bit and starts running down the street. "Hold on tight…" He kicks off the ground and pumps his wings down.

Ran closes her eyes and hugs tighter on Ki's neck. "Mrowr…"

"Ack!" Ki coughs and tugs at her arms. "R-Ran!"

Ran loosens her grip and sighs. "S-Sorry…"

Ki lets out a breath and sets his jaw. "Alright… We're headed for the Sky Road… Trooper Outpost 2794..."

Ran pulls herself up closer to his head. "Why? What's there?

Kiaran vectors himself towards the Ruskolian portion of the Sky Road. "Nothing…"

Ran tugs at the dragon's neck. "Ki… Just tell me."

He hesitates and closes his eyes. "2794 is a Maximum Security DreamKeeper Prison… It's nickname is the Berg… It's named for its infamously low temperatures…" He looks up and starts to grimace. "The Berg… Is where I learned to use my powers…"

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A secretary hurriedly rushes through the halls of the Sabbaton Towers on a desperate search. She turns into an office and huffs.

A red-furred dreamkeeper looks up, his eyes intense under his thin-rimmed reading glasses. "What is it Jeannie?"

The cream-colored bird bows and composes herself. "Umm Umm… Your fiancé has a visitor."

The councilman stands and takes his glasses off. "Hmm… Very well… Send him in."

"No need." Comes a voice.

Jeannie squeaks and runs out of the room, a few feathers lost in her stress.

The councilman looks up and sees Isura slithering out of the airduct. "And you might be…" He studies the lizard and frowns. "Ah… The infamous Isura… Otherwise known as the Puppeteer Demon…"

Isura lands quietly on the floor and stares at the councilman, his eyes narrowing. "Yes… You've heard of me councilman Donpar?"

The councilman smirks and closes his eyes. "Yes… I considered hiring you… But I succeeded in my endeavor in other ways."

As the two converse, a pencil gray dreamkeeper walks into the office. "Hold it, Sharlen… I have business with him." She motions for Isura and waves nonchalantly at her fiancé.

Isura nods at Sharlen. "Donpar…"

The councilman sits back down. "Drimminor…"

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Marzena leads the assassin into her living quarters and sits him at a couch. She walks in front of him and stares him down. "Listen to me, demon… I hear you have a job…"

Isura says nothing, staring back at the girl.

Marzena smirks and tosses a few pictures of Kiaran onto the coffee table in between them. "I know your target better than you do. And I know where he's headed…"

Isura glances at the pictures, then looks back at Marzena. "Very well… Talk."

"Ah ah ah!" Marzena steps on the table with one leg. "You've got some paying to do…"

The assassin scowls behind his scarf and closes his eyes. "This better be worth it…"

Marzena smiles, her teeth bared. "Oh yes it will be… For the both of us…"

She turns and clenches her fist. "Soon… Kiaran… You'll pay for what you did to me… You'll pay for it with your life… Or your heart…"

Description
Kiaran quietly pulls a hard case out from under his bed, the moonlight shining through his window onto the floor. He then moves to his closet and opens the door. Instead of clothes, the whole of the walk in closet is wall to wall gun parts, cartridges, and various other weapons. Ki slumps his shoulders and sighs. "Ugh… Work…" He pulls his data scroll out and reviews his mission specs. "Hrmm… It's just like Illo to give me all the assassin work… Let's see…"

As he reviews the scroll, his tail independently pokes at some random gun parts. "Ah… Fuck." Ki's tail goes limp as he reads one last detail: NO GUNS. END OF STORY; GOODBYE; THE END.

Sheathing his scroll, he hangs his head and sighs. "Looks like I'm gonna have to go into the melee locker…" He walks into the far corner of the room as his halo forms above his head. In his hand, a key shaped shadow materializes. "Hmm… No…" The key morphs a bit, this time more archaic. "No…" The key morphs into a straight rod about two inches long. Finally, four spikes grow out of the tip. Similar in appearance to his tail. "Ah ha! Bingo!" Ki unlocks the locker and opens it, pulling out each drawer one by one.

As he does so, Ran quietly stands at the entrance to the closet and crosses her arms. Her tail swishes slowly and she taps her paw. "And… WHAT? Do you think you're doing?"

Ki doesn't look at her, poking through various collapsible bows and throwing knives. "Getting ready for work."

Ran flips a fan out and holds the blade to the dragon's neck. "And why do you think you're gonna go?"

Ki stops and looks at her, pulling her hand away and folding her fan back up. "Because we need the money…" He stands and ruffles her hair. "Look Rannie…"

She holds a hand to his mouth and stops him. "Look. I'm going."

"No you—" He starts.

Ran cuts him off. "Look. You know I'm ready. You just want to completely shield me from the world!"

"Don't say it!" Ki growls, his wings opening slightly.

"JUST LIKE MY FATHER!!!" She shouts angrily.

Ki roars and bares his teeth. He then turns around and pulls a sheathed sword and shoves it into Ran's arms. "We leave in three minutes… Wait downstairs."

Ran opens her mouth to say something but Ki brushes her off, turning around to browse through his locker a bit more.

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Moments later, Ki walks downstairs with a crossbow and two katana strapped to his back. His pants, normally traditional canvas with a cloth belt, has completely changed into slightly less baggy black jeans and a dark brown buckle belt strapped with crossbow bolts. "Ran!"

The cat stands up from her seat at the dinner table. "Here…"

Ki opens the door and steps outside. Crouching slightly, he looks back. "Well?"

Ran hesitates and stops outside the door, closing it behind her. "Umm… Y-Yeah…" She clambers onto Ki's back.

Ki stretches his wings a bit and starts running down the street. "Hold on tight…" He kicks off the ground and pumps his wings down.

Ran closes her eyes and hugs tighter on Ki's neck. "Mrowr…"

"Ack!" Ki coughs and tugs at her arms. "R-Ran!"

Ran loosens her grip and sighs. "S-Sorry…"

Ki lets out a breath and sets his jaw. "Alright… We're headed for the Sky Road… Trooper Outpost 2794..."

Ran pulls herself up closer to his head. "Why? What's there?

Kiaran vectors himself towards the Ruskolian portion of the Sky Road. "Nothing…"

Ran tugs at the dragon's neck. "Ki… Just tell me."

He hesitates and closes his eyes. "2794 is a Maximum Security DreamKeeper Prison… It's nickname is the Berg… It's named for its infamously low temperatures…" He looks up and starts to grimace. "The Berg… Is where I learned to use my powers…"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A secretary hurriedly rushes through the halls of the Sabbaton Towers on a desperate search. She turns into an office and huffs.

A red-furred dreamkeeper looks up, his eyes intense under his thin-rimmed reading glasses. "What is it Jeannie?"

The cream-colored bird bows and composes herself. "Umm Umm… Your fiancé has a visitor."

The councilman stands and takes his glasses off. "Hmm… Very well… Send him in."

"No need." Comes a voice.

Jeannie squeaks and runs out of the room, a few feathers lost in her stress.

The councilman looks up and sees Isura slithering out of the airduct. "And you might be…" He studies the lizard and frowns. "Ah… The infamous Isura… Otherwise known as the Puppeteer Demon…"

Isura lands quietly on the floor and stares at the councilman, his eyes narrowing. "Yes… You've heard of me councilman Donpar?"

The councilman smirks and closes his eyes. "Yes… I considered hiring you… But I succeeded in my endeavor in other ways."

As the two converse, a pencil gray dreamkeeper walks into the office. "Hold it, Sharlen… I have business with him." She motions for Isura and waves nonchalantly at her fiancé.

Isura nods at Sharlen. "Donpar…"

The councilman sits back down. "Drimminor…"

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Marzena leads the assassin into her living quarters and sits him at a couch. She walks in front of him and stares him down. "Listen to me, demon… I hear you have a job…"

Isura says nothing, staring back at the girl.

Marzena smirks and tosses a few pictures of Kiaran onto the coffee table in between them. "I know your target better than you do. And I know where he's headed…"

Isura glances at the pictures, then looks back at Marzena. "Very well… Talk."

"Ah ah ah!" Marzena steps on the table with one leg. "You've got some paying to do…"

The assassin scowls behind his scarf and closes his eyes. "This better be worth it…"

Marzena smiles, her teeth bared. "Oh yes it will be… For the both of us…"

She turns and clenches her fist. "Soon… Kiaran… You'll pay for what you did to me… You'll pay for it with your life… Or your heart…"