A voice cried out through out the empty training room, and a man looked up wiping the sweat of his brow, before taking a second glance at the door. "There was an initiation today," He muttered to himself before throwing his fist into the punching bag again. "I should have gone, but whatever I would have made a fool of myself anyhows," He did a final punch into the heavy sand bag before resting his head against it. Glancing at the doorway, and than at the clock, Sire became more and more irritated with himself for skipping the initiations. He growled slightly as he head butted the punching bag as hard as he could and small bruise forming on the top of his forehead. He wasn't looking forward to the new initiates; in fact they where the only people who didn't know about his special problem and he personally didn't feel like sharing it with them.

Soon the door open, and Sire looked up, wiping more sweat off his face and than narrowing his eyes. In walked a girl he had never seen before, her hair pulled back and she was wearing the required cloak, so he could only assume she was a new initiate. He just muttered to himself before reaching for his shirt and cloak that lay on the floor. "I was planning on avoiding them for as long as possible but I guess you can always do what you want," He sighed to himself. "I am going to regret taking this job…"

He turned towards her, his eyes glaring at her as he mentally debated wondering if he should say something or not. But he quickly shrugged the thought off and rose to leave the room. "I should leave before more of them start to show up…" He said just loud enough so the girl couldn't hear him.

"S-sire, leader."

The girl drew back with mild surprise and immediately pulled back into a quick half-bow. The leather tie that held back her hair, already loosened, now completely untied and red-gold cascaded down her face which burned with embarrassment. She must have looked like a complete fool, stuttering and in a state of complete disarray. Tan fingers immediately pulled the tangled locks back up with practiced expertise.

"Please excuse me. I am a new initiate," Remilian said in as clear a voice as she could muster from the fumbled entrance. "Though I have lived here for quite some time, I had yet to formally meet you."

She motioned to the empty room. "Shel would bring me here sometimes to train, and I learned that around this time it was usually deserted so that I may practice in private... If I am bothering you and you wish me to leave, please-- just say so."

Sire looked at her again, and blinked a couple of times, before looking away. He could have said something to her but he didn't and than he looked down at her again. "No, You stay, I'll leave," He said and he ran his hands through his hair before walking closer to the girl now. Even though he only had an inch over her he still seemed to tower, and than he flicked his neck as if commanding her to get out of the way. "Move."

He knew he must have seemed like a jerk right now, but being nice to her would require to many words and he just didn't feel like bothering. Yet in an order not to completely scare her, he reached out and patted her on the head, looking at her face studying every inch of it, as if he was analyzing her and reading her soul. With that he gave a grunt, before saying, "Welcome…" Than he quickly made it towards the doorway.

"Ah! Mm..." Remi scuttled off to the side at the first syllable of his order, eyes designed not to betray the-- not fear, no-- shock, I suppose, of meeting Sire in such an abrupt manner. Hopefully he wasn't always like this? Maybe he was just in a bad mood? Oh gods, what if she was the reason for his bad mood...?

He completely caught her off guard with the sudden breach of personality and she almost flinched when he patted her head. Before she knew it, he was already heading off to leave. Blinking, the woman protested.

"Sire, Shel was supposed to come and train with me, but I'm sure she's tired and won't end up coming down. Would it be too much if you could spare a few minutes...?"

Sire blinked a few moments at her request and than cocked his head to one side and than the other. As the leader of the brotherhood, it might be good to see how well the newly initiated assassin's are at training, but he couldn't believe the boldness that this girl had talking to him as such specially on their first encounter. His face pulled together in a bigger frown and than he scratched the back of his head, yawning slightly. "Fine. Show me what you got." He did his best to make the sentence sound less awkward that it did in his head.

Heading towards a seat he faced the girl,glaring intensely at the tall girl and collapsed on the ground next to the chair, leaning his head upon the seat. His outfit was a mess, and he was tugging on his robes trying to make himself more comfortable. "Why are you waiting, Go," He growled at her.

"I hope no more of them are going to show up and be as bold as this one…" He whispered to himself referring to the new initates.

"Yes, sir."

Remi bowed deeply, her hood flipping on to fall over her eyes. She decided to go blind and treat this as a night exercise. In a sweeping, practiced motion, she reached behind her to pull out her weapons.

What she revealed in her hands were two halves of a butterfly blade. They were her pride and joy, hand-crafted by Shel, the metal folded so many times that the edge seemed to glint maliciously in the dim light cast by the torches on the wall and the candles scattered about the room. One could barely see the intricate etchings painstakingly inscribed on to the blade's surface, black and bold yet not too deep as to cause the metal to become thin and weak. She allowed her hands to be consumed once more by the cloak and thought, for only a moment, about a plan of action.

Rather shortly, the woman left the room and closed the door.

It seemed, for a long time, that she had simply left. A dark quiet subsided over the Training Room even with the flickering lights; uneasy, restless.

And then, almost as if a giant had come and decided that it was his birthday, the candles went out, followed by the torches. A split second later, the harsh rasp of metal through cloth could be heard in the temporary darkness.

A severed candle's light wavered, illuminating Remilian: she held the connected butterfly blades in one hand and a double-ended sai in the other, the latter shoved through the chest of the dummy that lay on a cot. She quickly withdrew the weapon and overlooked her work with the candles behind her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the cut candle.

Shards and shells, it was always that last candle.

Sire blinked a few seconds before yawning; she was good in his books, but not amazing. She had done nothing that really surprised him, made him interested, made his mouth drop open in awe and surprise. IN fact he was slightly pissed off about the fact that she cut all of the candles, that means he would have to find money in the budget to pay for them all. Sire stood up bending down reaching to pick up one of the broken candles.

He wanted to yell at her, but he bit his tongue and shook his head before muttering, "That was ok…" Sire then began to pick up some of the other candles, fuming a bit, before looking at the girl with a even harsh glare. "Do you plan on paying for these?" He asked bluntly, and than sighed. Eventually he got the room to be semi-light up. "Next time you train, try not to turn off all the lights…"

It took a few seconds for him to realize the awkwardness of his words and he turned slightly red, and he soon became very thankful for the cover of the shadowed room. He turned around wanting to escape, and began to head for the door hoping that he could just escape to his office as fast as he could.

"So yeah, have you ever done that?" Shahin asked in rather excited voice, trying to suppress laughter.

Fahim hesitated, eying his friend suspiciously, "Done what...?"

"Ya know," Shahin jerked his head to the side, "Thought about having sex with someone you just meet on the street or whatever," his grin widened, eagerly awaiting Fahim's answer.

"Um, er, no. But I'm pretty sure I've got a feeling I know who does," Fahim said warily.

Shahin nodded almost proudly, "Let me tell you, every single person I've met, I've thought about what it would be like to have sex with them!" he said laughing.

"Ugh, that must be unfortunate..."

Shahin shook his head, "Nah not really, it makes things more interesting, ya know?" He looked ahead, "Oh this must be the training room, oh shit that was fast."

Both of the young assassins laughed loudly as Shahin grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open.

"What the hell, it's dark as a horse's ass in here!" Shahin complained, squinting into the dark room.

*Laughing* "Yeah well I guess no ones in here" Fahim says and takes a step inside.

"Hmm. I guess not. Anyway have you gotten a look at that new barmaid at the tavern? Man I went in there at least ten times the other day just to get a glimpse!" Shahin laughed still at the doorway, his back turned from the room as he inspects his sword.

Fahim takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and notices two silhouettes in the room, one was already walking towards them.

"Yeah I could definitely see myself with that one," Shahin continues. "in fact I think I have found love" then laughing, "Yeah right! Don't even say it! Haha"

"Shahin?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up"

Sire's eye twitched slightly as he listened to the conversation that the two men were having as they walked into the classroom. Their voices where loud and echoed through out the once silent training room, and Sire looked at the two figures in their. "Great more Initiates," He growled to himself, and he looked longingly at the door, wishing for the comfort of his office. His eyes than glared at the two boys before him as he asked. "You two, names!"

When he was meet with silence he became a bit colder and harsher but he never raised his voice at them. "Answer," His voice was like ice as he talked to them, but it never wavered as he glared at them. He was behind in paperwork for the initiates and he was pretty angry since he had asked nicely twenty times for no more initiates to show up.

Shahin's eyes widened. That's defiantly Sire! He thought panicking, I hope he didn't hear anything I said! Curse my big mouth, (hehehe) I mean NO! So disrespectful....

Shahin quickly inclined his back and looked at the floor, "Master, please forgive me for my foolishness. My name is Shahin Mahir and I serve under Eagle's Feather." Shahin tried to remain as collected as possible, he could hear a dull ringing in the back of his head, probably from embarrassment, he concluded.

After a few moments, Fahim realized it was his turn to talk. "Uh, my name is Fahim Sayf, I too am from eagles feather" Fahim said trying to seem calm, at least a little calmer than his friend.

He looked Sire in the eyes, trying to retain his failing composure. "Sire...sir, it is an honor to meet you. Sorry for the intrusion…er, master." he said trying not to make his voice squeak

Hmm, its too quiet in there to be the training room...but this is where it's supposed to be located... Trav thought as he opened the door.

"Hey, anyone in here?" Man it's dark, I should of just went to town instead.

Sire, sighed ignoring them completely, as he walked towards the door, just repeating in his head. "I can make it the door, I can make it to the door!" He picked up speed, and then dropped it as he looked back at the two boys. "Next time, watch your tongue boys," He said simply and than reached to open the door, but when he did he found yet another new initiate standing on the other side of it.

Sire's eyes furrowed together in frustration as he let out a grunt, his frown becoming deeper, if possible as he glared at the boy in front of him. How he wished he could just go to the office, but so far it seems that despite his attempts to avoid the new initiates, he was stuck with more than half of them in the same room. "Move boy…" He stated plainly…"

"Hah, sorry about that." Trav smiled, moving back outside to let the man go through.

"It was nice meeting you, sir." He added before he could get out of earshot.