Welcome to my new fic, Assassin School! Read and review, thanking you very muchly.
Disclaimer at bottom of chapter.
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Lesson 1: Dress the part.
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Ryne examined the clothes her teacher had given her. She shrugged and slipped off her tunic, contemplating maybe making some changes to the dull all-black outfit. Tight breeches, tunic and jacket over the top, with boots and gloves. But then, that was what assassins had to wear.
Madam Julia, the head of the College For Young Persons With Deadly Intentions and her personal teacher/mentor, wouldn't have her wear anything else. And arguing with Julia was a one-way ticket to death. Her career was the most colourful of anyone at the College; she boasted having killed many people in positions of authority, and most importantly she managed to stay under the radar. Ryne hoped to be like her.
"Miss Dyer, are you done?" Someone rapped sharply on the door. She quickly pulled on her breeches.
"Almost, ma'am!" She called, and the footsteps receded. Time to face the music. Ryne threw open the door and trotted out to start her training regime for the day.
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It's short, I know, but what could I do with a first lesson like that? More lessons to come, here's a few spoilers:
Upcoming lesson: Kick ass, don't fall on it.
Upcoming lesson: Do not fall in love with your objective.
Disclaimer: This fic doesn't actually teach you directly to be an assassin. It's not my fault if you kill someone.
~SultanaChicky
Disclaimer at bottom of chapter.
*~*~*~*
Lesson 1: Dress the part.
*~*~*~*
Ryne examined the clothes her teacher had given her. She shrugged and slipped off her tunic, contemplating maybe making some changes to the dull all-black outfit. Tight breeches, tunic and jacket over the top, with boots and gloves. But then, that was what assassins had to wear.
Madam Julia, the head of the College For Young Persons With Deadly Intentions and her personal teacher/mentor, wouldn't have her wear anything else. And arguing with Julia was a one-way ticket to death. Her career was the most colourful of anyone at the College; she boasted having killed many people in positions of authority, and most importantly she managed to stay under the radar. Ryne hoped to be like her.
"Miss Dyer, are you done?" Someone rapped sharply on the door. She quickly pulled on her breeches.
"Almost, ma'am!" She called, and the footsteps receded. Time to face the music. Ryne threw open the door and trotted out to start her training regime for the day.
*~*~*~*
It's short, I know, but what could I do with a first lesson like that? More lessons to come, here's a few spoilers:
Upcoming lesson: Kick ass, don't fall on it.
Upcoming lesson: Do not fall in love with your objective.
Disclaimer: This fic doesn't actually teach you directly to be an assassin. It's not my fault if you kill someone.
~SultanaChicky