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L'Accademia di Letali

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The students, though few, were gathered near a tall tower. They looked around, nervousley. They had been told this was where they would learn, to meet the Great Gattopadro. There didn't seem to be-
There was a black and orange blur as Il Gattopadro landed behind them. "Welcome..." he whispered, "To L'Accademia di Letali. I am Il Gattopadro. I will be your mentor to become a Letali." He spoke in English, though he had a deep and thick Florencian Accent. There were two scythes on either side of his torso, some throwing knives, poison and bombs. His mask's cruel orange glare seemed to break into the soul.

"I must warn you, this is not a game for the light hearted. From the moment I started speaking to you, your lives were put in danger, and they shall be forevermore.

We live in a corrupt society- Those of us who read Latin know that the Church is lying to us to gain income. Gaurds are pillaging homes, burning down shops. The man behind our beautifle country's corruption?

Iacopo Trapatonni. He is employing corrupt bankers, gaurds, priests, all of these, and taking a ten percent slice of their income. This means he recieves thousands per year, making him very wealthy indeed.

Now, as we walk to our building, I will let you socialise- after all, team work is of essence."

OOC- @ebansu @Ace Trainer Samwin @sithlord-Haxie @Nytie @Charraze @E-123 @Mentlegen
 
Yuki tossed a gold coin in her left hand. What was the man sayi-..... Nevermind I'll just follow everyone else. She stuffed a hand in her pocket, and continued to toss the coin, this mornings findings, not very interesting, although it was expected, people like the one she stole from don't normally carry around large sums of money at once, and usually rubies aren't spilling out their pockets.....
 
Derry was attempting to quickly stow away a concotion he had been brewing during his wait. He looked around, and inhaled the remedied air from his beak mask.
 
Giancarlo hummed a song to himself. "Hello." he muttered quietly. His parents might be watching him today, so he had to keep his use of English quiet.
 
Derry looked back at the others. An odd bunch... it would take some effort not to poison them all.
 
OOC: Red text is for Italian and yellow text is for Spanish, like Pokemon speak colors.
IC: Mr. Gattopadro, have you heard of my family? We have been Letali since before anyone can remember. He spied his father on a nearby rooftop. Darn, they are spying.
 
"I am not sure I have. What is your surname?"

Derry looked solomley into the air.
 
Carlos listened. Hmm.. He sounds a bit crazy... he thought. Obviously, he was by himself. His parents hated him, so he moved away. Carlos followed the group quietly, not making a sound. Listening and not being heard was a popular saying by his parents.
 
I know of many di Alessandrias, yes. Your parents first names?

Derry started to sigh. When would they get to this alleged academy?
 
Sebastien Bellamy kept to the shade, as his ghost-white skin burned so easily in the sun. He greeted those who spoke to him cordially, then calmly informed them that he wished to be left to himself. He didn't imagine that he looked very inviting anyway, standing in the shadows with his plague doctor's mask making him look like some giant bird of prey. As he watched the other student mingle, he idly wondered what kind of peope he would be teamed up with. He hoped they would at least be reasonable.
 
Morgana analyzed the group before her. So these were her fellow students hmm?.... She hoped that they would be interesting.... So far she liked the look of the academy, but first impressions were not always reliable
 
As the group strayed from the Main road into an alley, il Gattopadro held one hand up. He walked to the wall, and slid across. He threw a bag of money onto the floor around the corner. A heavily armoured man walked to it and picked it up. Gattopadro slid forward, dug his knee into the man's back, and with a sure and quick flick, twisted the man's head, snapping his neck.

"Gaurd. Careful not to attract attention. Dispose of bodies." Gattopadro picked up the body, and placed it on his knee. He went through the pockets, relieved him of his weapons and armour, and placed a large brick on his neck. "It now looks like a mere civillian had his neck broken by a falling stone." Gattopadro nodded.
 
Morgana watched the scene with the guard in great interest. Now she was definitely going to learn something after all

ooc: sherlock please modio :D
 
Yuki pocketed the coin she had been playing iwth and instead tied her hair up into a ponytail. It was annoying her, it kept falling into her eyes.
 
Drake walked out from behind the watching group "Gentlemen, sorry if I appeared to be late." Drake sighed "But don't worry, I didn't miss a thing." Drake straightened out his gauntlet.
 
Nice trick. Giancarlo said as his father jumped over to a closer roof. Giancarlo glared daggers at him.
 
"He's been doing that for about an hour now, you know." Drake told Giancarlo.
 
"Bene. That tactic is only to be used in private- a public assassination disguise is a terrible idea. The Academy is past these buildings."

Derry looked down, and kicked the man's body. There was nothing of worth left to salvage.
 
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