There was one thing Assassins always forgot to teach their apprentices and yet, it was the most important thing: team work. Face it - they were all horrendous at it. When had they ever worked together well? It was like trying to fight fire with fire and yet, after how many years of training, they still hadn't worked that out. God, the more she watched them all interact, the more she realized how hopeless it was going to be. It's not like she was going to make that better any time though, really. It's not that she couldn't work in a team it's just that... she never really wanted to. Team work was annoying. It took too much time, relied on too many. It was just a messy affair and all this talking and anger was just proving her right. Though she hated to admit it, she was probably better off with Neville or whatever her name was.

With a defeated sight, she didn't waste her breath with all that huffing and puffing. Instead, she began to move away to wherever she had been directed to, hardly surprised to be sent on the more boring duty. They probably still had some issue with her from during the war. Could she say whatever any louder (internally at least)? No - she couldn't - so she just rolled her eyes, rolling them even harder when Neveah began with her attitude. Goddamn, Heyel practically bred miniature Heyel's. There wasn't a drop of pliable Zen in her except for that pelt.

"You're right, I do. And look how far you'll get with his training alone! You can do all the fun jobs like sniff at the ground and waste time. You lucky thing."

She wanted to give her attitude, damn straight she was going to get it back. Before Malina had grown up and gotten a grip, she had been notorious for being a loud mouthed snot. Actually, she had been a lot like Neveah but better, less... she didn't know, clingy. Why did she seem so hesitant to leave her father anyway? Didn't she know he had so many other children to tend to? Only daughters. They were the worst. Again, she wanted to speak and this time, Malina outright laughed. Making them easier targets? Wow, she had a lot to learn.

"You suppose we stick in one big group? Yes, because our target won't see that coming. Pray tell - do you think several wolves fighting at once would result in only injury to the target? Why do you think Assassins typically work alone?"

She stopped then, staring down at the girl and batting her lids expectantly, her features just dripping with a condescending stare. And then - oh god, then! - it happened, the girl dumping her dirty laundry directly in front of Malina. Again, she sighed, though this time it seemed less... malicious and more, well, relate-able.

"I'm not giving you shit, kid. Look, this is how it is. Everyone is an asshole. Your father is an asshole. Your uncle, Azrael, is the worst of them all. That's just how it is, or at least, that's just how your family is."

She paused, turning her gaze away from Neveah as she sniffed the air wearily, zoning in on whatever blood might have been loitering about.

"This job isn't some fun game to play, and you're going to need to get used to working with jerks if you're going to make it. I've spent nine years dealing with your family giving me shit. I'm allowed to be defensive when that's all I expect from you."

Who was going to deny the truth in that? It seemed everything related to Heyel had some kind of problem with anyone other than their family. She had dealt with the snot nosed Azrael since her birth. She had dealt with Aaliyah strutting about with her tail in the air while defecating all over her family's beliefs and the traditions of Assassins. What made Neveah different from them? What? Nothing did. Even now, she could look at the girl and see Heyel's attitude reaching out trying to bite at her. She snorted, narrowing her eyes at the girl before turning away back to where there allocated already had been. Yeah, they were supposed to be looking for blood, right?

M A L I N A
[ nine - dark angel of diveen ]


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