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Under imminent disposition of looming black seas, Dior gazed upon the presence of his fellow contenders in a sublime manner on this based caucus, indifferent yet objective in each cryptic look he gives to each member.

Most have already heard of the recent yet questionable allegiance of the Dangal to the alliance & as the clanhead or better addressed as the young Hunnid Mafiaboss of the Malayan turfs. Dior has a lot of expectations to exceed that's summarized to be the walking sacrifice for the atonements of his clansmen in these uneasy roads of justice, forgiveness wasn't something he relates nor wish. Hells is something for service & Dior is the atoning reaper that will drag the unjust for their dues, packing the right blend of souls.

Violence is the question and the answer is yes.

[color=blueviolet]"I jest the fact that you're putting up questions, after everything that's said and done, this portrays your failure of credibility to address basic information, implying hidden information that may be vital and supposed we play right through it, then what?"[/color] Dior willingly mocked the addressor, after all he's not used working in the open and back in the day, under his father's tutelage and battlefield, there wasn't much talking because all they do is fulfill the mission and that's by killing anyone that is a liability and threat.

[i]He was just nitpicking pettily or just outright skeptical but then again these people aren't Assassins [/i]

[color=blueviolet]"As long as you lot don't get in my way, I won't kill you."[/color] Dior said so with a casual tone yet innocent smile like an angel, he is baby-faced after all, often mistaken as a middleschool kid, that includes the way he sounds, a kid yet he's factually an adult.

All of this sounded silly to him.