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assassinare. verb.; to murder, to kill, to assassinate, to massacre. independent blog for younger ja'far { following sinbad no bouken } { sideblog to loyalvizier }

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"I don’t know, kiddo, but I think rippin’ out yer tongue would stop ya from talkin’." Sometimes it’s just better to shut up, Ja’far. "Okay, brat.”

"Huh, killin’ people is fun, but spendin’ time with my family and seein’ my cute sister all happy is even more fun."

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|| "Is that a friggin' challenge, scum? 'Cause I can totally take ya' on!" Or not. Maybe he did need to shut up once in a while, even if seeing Rohroh is a challenge in itself. The curiosity towards the sand castle conversation grew bigger anyway. Wait, did he also agree on the whole 'killing people is fun' business? 

"Wait, wait, ya' like killin' people too?" He asked in utter surprise, a pleased noise wandered out. "Guess you're an alright guy, or somethin'. Not that I'd know about family though, mine's dead." Shrugged.

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"I don’t remember askin’ for yer opinion, brat." Who was this kid anyways? Looked a bit creepy, but, oh well, who cares.

"And why would I care ‘bout what other people think? Buildin’ sand castles is fun, so I like doin’ it."

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|| "Whatever, m'sayin' it anyway. Ya' can't stop me from talkin', idiot." That attitude might just be the death of him someday; still, he huffed upon being called a brat, eyes narrowing briefly. "Name's Ja'far, and ya' better remember it!" Big, rude, oversized child.

"...I've never built 'em, so I wouldn't know." Admitted albeit reluctant, "But.. eh, how can that be fun? S'not like ya' kill people while doin' it." He pretty much only knew how to do t h a t.

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"We should make a trip to the beach! I want to build a sand castle together with Aisha and Muna!" Rohroh. 29 years old. Has killed countless people. Spends his free time thinking about sand castles.

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|| Uh. Beach? What the heck? Why would that be fun anyway? This little fella has never built sand castles though... is it a competition? "What the heck are ya' talkin' about? Building sand castles is for little kids, ya' old fart." Whoever this man is. Really, though, this brat is curious.

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|| Okay. Maybe he overdid it with his attitude this one time. Still, this giant, crappy guy somehow got on his nerves easier than most people! Not that he didn’t have a short-temper himself, but Ja’far felt edgy around this guy. Whatever, though, he didn’t have money to pay for collateral damage - and even if he did, he sure as hell didn’t feel like giving it away for such a poor and pathetic cause.

With a loud sigh - clearly annoyed - and a roll of his eyes, he put the weapon away and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever, scum pile. M’hungry, so tell me where I can get food and we’ll be done here, simple. Right?”

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Urge to kick this kid intensifies. Calm down, Alibaba, calm down. Don’t murder any children. “I’m usually not allowed to leave the gladiator school, I don’t know where you can buy food.” Honestly, he didn’t know anything about this city, even though he had been living here for his entire life. Funny. “I can’t go either, I have to wait for master. You’ll have to ask someone else.” Just fucking leave and let me alone before I decide to add some more bandages to your damn mug.

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|| Don't kick him, he'll stab you. For someone so big and 'okay-ish' built, Ja'far found it ridiculous when his big mouth opened and stated that he wasn't allowed to leave this area. What was he, a toddler? It was both irritating and somewhat amusing, therefore he had no idea whether to laugh or scowl. He went with the former.

"Pffft! A big scum like you can't leave this shitty trash hole?" Another short laugh, arms crossing in front of his chest. "Yo, giant, screw that and show me around, 'k?" 

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  What the fuck was wrong with this brat? And up until now Alibaba always thought he was short-tempered, but this kid is taking things to a whole different level. Or maybe it was nowadays cool to speak like that? Poor gladiator didn’t know anything about hip slang and shit. And why the hell was the brat covered in bandages? Oh, yeah, probably he got the shit beaten out of his tiny body for being such an insolent midget.

"As far as I remember, I apologized, and did nothing to insult you." Excuse the judging stare, he always looks like that.

"You’d have to pay for damaging someone else’s property." But such a kid wouldn’t be able to harm him anyways.

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|| Okay. Maybe he overdid it with his attitude this one time. Still, this giant, crappy guy somehow got on his nerves easier than most people! Not that he didn't have a short-temper himself, but Ja'far felt edgy around this guy. Whatever, though, he didn't have money to pay for collateral damage - and even if he did, he sure as hell didn't feel like giving it away for such a poor and pathetic cause.

With a loud sigh - clearly annoyed - and a roll of his eyes, he put the weapon away and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, scum pile. M'hungry, so tell me where I can get food and we'll be done here, simple. Right?"

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|| You know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. (And the funner it is to bring them down!) In this case, Ja’far wishes to do something terrible to this fella, simply because he was damn close to bumping into the assassin chief. “Who the fuck are ya’, eh? Do you have a death wish, giant pig?”

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Come on, this brat was so damn tiny, it was really not too surprising that he didn’t see it. The way he talked reminded Alibaba of some barking, little dog, certainly not feeling threatened by the insults spitted out at him. He was kinda getting the urge to kick the boy away, but sadly his master would get pretty pissed if he harmed any random people. Even if they were just some weird brats. “I am terribly sorry.” Not really sounding like that, though. “I simply didn’t see you there.”

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|| Ahahaha-- he really wanted to die, didn't he? Why the hell was he taking on that attitude? True enough, Ja'far was a little rude himself, but that gave no right whatsoever to the giant pile of crap to react in the way he did; in fact, it didn't grant him permission to even speak in such manner. Was he fucking making fun of the assassin!?

"The fuck? 'k, you seriously wanna' die, don't ya? Are you friggin' makin' fun of me!?" That was certainly what it sounded like! Saying he hadn't 'seen' him was implying such! With triangular blades pointed at the tall idiot, he scoffed. "Don't test me, 'k?"

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|| Great. More and more pests continue to appear. Can't he have a fucking nice day without annoyances? He just wants to freaking kill them all; that'd stop them. It doesn't even matter if it's a girl, either. But! Truth be told, he was hungry so maybe he could try asking nicely if she had anything edible to provide.

"Yo, scumbag, I demand ya' give me somethin' to eat. M'fucking hungry here." Well... that was... as nice as it could get, maybe.

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  He should have known that wasn’t going to work. It was actually a pretty good excuse, if he could get the rest of the explanation out before the angry little assassin child stopped him. Hands still raised in defense, he tried to finish.

"But chief—" ouch. The kick to his shin of course made him fall to the other. He didn’t say anything at the other kick. Truth be told, they kinda really hurt, but there were worse things. "Chief listen! If I kill one guard, the others would notice, and then so would the townspeople around them, and in the end I would have needed to kill everyone in the town. People would notice it and then the purpose of it would have been defeated anyway!"

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|| Nope. He didn't want to hear anything else! The point here was that he'd failed the task Ja'far had assigned specifically for him to complete, and he was even trying to excuse himself! He could not care less! "I just fuckin' said that I don't care!" But even as the child assassin said that, he caught the end of his companion's reasoning. Huh. And to think he'd been ready to physically maim Vittel.

"..." Well, fuck, he was right. A little bit. But Ja'far didn't like to lose, much less to this stupid piece of crap! "T'ch!" And that's why he whacked the top of Vittel's head with the back portion of his blade as to not fatally injure him. "Whatever, ya' useless moron! We're gonna' sneak back into town, and if ya' fuck it up again, I'll fuckin' hurt you."

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grumpy-gladiator

|| You know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. (And the funner it is to bring them down!) In this case, Ja'far wishes to do something terrible to this fella, simply because he was damn close to bumping into the assassin chief. "Who the fuck are ya', eh? Do you have a death wish, giant pig?"

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|| Haaaah? Where had this shitty bastard been up until now? Was he looking for a fight? Eyes narrowed on his tool of a companion, arms crossing firmly before his chest. It’s really fucking difficult not to snap— oh, wait, he already did.

"Why the fuck are ya’ standin’ over there, Vittel?” he asked, shifting a digit a little to point at him. “I’ve been waitin’ too long for your stupid ass to bring food!” 

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Ahh crap. Well, not only was he gone long enough to make the chief clearly upset, but—he avoided looking him in the eye. Strike one, strike two, and how exactly was he going to explain himself?

"Well, you see chief, I actually wasn’t able to get any food." He raised his hands defensively. "There were a lot of guards in town, you see, and it wasn’t safe enough to walk around freely to get food!" And he could only hope that was enough.

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|| In all honesty? He'd been expecting a much better excuse than that when the pathetic companion of his admitted to not having brought food for them. If Ja'far had been annoyed before, now he was just utterly pissed, evident in the manner in which he glared daggers at the other.

"That's a shitty excuse, worse than your ugly face!" He commented, stomping over to where Vittel stood and, quite mercilessly, delivered a kick to his shins. "Does it look like I fuckin' care!? If ya' can't sneak, kill them all! Aren't you a," another kick, "damn assassin, ya' piece of shit!?"

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|| Haaaah? Where had this shitty bastard been up until now? Was he looking for a fight? Eyes narrowed on his tool of a companion, arms crossing firmly before his chest. It's really fucking difficult not to snap-- oh, wait, he already did.

"Why the fuck are ya' standin' over there, Vittel?" he asked, shifting a digit a little to point at him. "I've been waitin' too long for your stupid ass to bring food!"