Academy of the Mask Killers Ω Roleplay Ω

Izarae had a wild look in her eyes, she grabbed a large duffle bag. She slung it over shoulder, running to catch up to the boy. She slammed the door, locking it hurriedly. "Mind if I show you some tricks?" She grinned with unhinged thoughts beating in her mind. A mix of emotions swirled up inside of her before she let out a small crazed giggle. She skipped along side Raito, not concerned about where they were going with or that she was with a complete stranger.

Izarae grinned at the idea of fighting someone. "Okay, I'll show you the trick then fight you," She pushed er hair behind her ears, "My trick is useless unless you know the basics of assassination." She followed the boy, smiling all the way. "I think you'll learn a lot about me too,"
(I'm using Black now due to my theme)

Izarae entered the room, smiling at the mutilated dummies. She took a deep breath in and stared at the door. "It opens inwards," She smiled, setting the duffle bag on the floor. She unzipped it very diligently and pulled a pen out of the bag. She opened the pen and drew a tally mark onto her wrist. She silently stalked to a dummy,, gently touching its face, before looking back to Raito. "The first key to assassination isn't stealth, but being close to the target." She smiled at the dummy, "Make them trust you enough that people don't question your interactions." She stabbed the pen into the lifeless doll's eye. "Blind them, whether physically or mentally." She grinned a bit, and quickly stabbed the neck, with precision and thought going into each jabbing motion. "Finally, finish what you've started." She wiped the ink off the doll and her hands, "I prefer to make it as painless as I can. With much better weapons," She pointed to the dummy, "Those are nothing like a real person, I was almost expecting these thing to be real." She sighed, stretching her arms before training.

Izarae glanced at the dagger, taking it gently. She looked at it for a moment, twisting it in her hand. "Okay," She stepped back, ten meters from the dummy. She glanced over to Raito, slight confusion in her eyes, "Just throw it?" She looked back at the lifeless target, and threw the dagger at the chest. She watched with dismay, as the dagger hit the target near the shin. She sighed, "It certainly isn't as easy as Cheri made it look." She stretched out her arms once more, before looking to Raito. She smiled to him, "I guess I'll need more training than I originally thought.

Izarae looked to the boy, blushing with frustration. She let out a small 'hmph' She turned to the boy, before walking back to the dummy pulling out her dagger. She stepped back to Raito and threw the dagger back at the target. She aimed for the chest again, throwing it much harder than before. She watched the blade hit higher up on the doll, reaching the bottom of it's rib cage. Izarae looked to Raito with a large grin, she immediately hugged the boy inn her excitement. She pulled away quickly, once she realized she had been hugging him. She looked away, "Sorry, I got a bit excited." She shuffled her feet before smiling to the boy, "I guess this could be fun."

Izarae took the dagger smiling, "Okay," She watched him intently, mimicking his actions. She looked to the dummy, shifting her feet and aiming for the targets chest once more. She threw it with all her might, trying to move only her arm and wrist. She watched the dagger hit near the base of the throat. She sighed, "At least it's lethal." She smiled "I'm getting better right?" She grinned at Raito, excitement in her eyes.

Izarae grinned as she grabbed a dagger, smiling at Raito as well. She tried again, this time slightly softer. She watched the dagger fall closer to the center of the chest. She smiled to Raito, with a grin on her face. "Wanna hag out after we finish training?" She walked over to her duffle bag, pulling out a bottle of water and a thin blade. She took a small sip and walked back to Raito. She smiled at him, handing over the knife. "It was my father's, try it out if you want. Hell, you can even keep it if you want, I obviously can't use it like you can." It was a small throwing knife encrusted with jade and silver. She skipped over to retrieve the dagger she had just thrown and smiled.

Izarae smiled, "He wasn't my father, he was just the man who ran the orphanage. I never liked that jerk, but he managed to be right when he said I would be a killer someday." She watched the knife hit the dummy, and smiled to Raito after returning the weapon to him. "Great, my dorm? Or do you know a safer place we could hang out at?" She grinned at him, waiting to see if there was a safer place than the dorms. That would be very revealing on her true safety, and affect her sleeping habits greatly.

Izarae smiled, "Sure," She grabbed her bag, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. "We never fought each other," She grinned to Raito. She stepped into the hall, looking back at Raito. "Will you lead the way?" She smiled at the boy and waited for him.