[i]Breath in.[/i] [i]Breath out.[/i] [i]Pull the trigger.[/i] [i]The click of a trigger was heard as a loud BOOM! resounded, the noise coming from the barrel of a modified Evelyn flintlock-style pistol, crafted in Cainhurst and upgraded rather heavily. The silver ball shot out of the barrel immediately after the racket sounded; crafted out of silver and holding shrapnel within it's core, the ball was the size of a .44 Magnum round, while the Evelyn itself fired with the force of a Smith and Weston 500 Magnum revolver, which sent the gloved hand that fired the weapon straight back. How a brass and steel barrel could handle that much firepower would seem rather surprising to most, but it was within the craftsmanship of the pistol itself that made the idea work. The billet sped onwards, until it found it's way into the forehead of a particular Vileblood, splintering her skull open and tearing through her frontal lobe and more with relative ease.[/i] [i]Her light blue eyes rolling back into her shattered skull, Irina's now dead body fell to the ceramic floor with a surprisingly light thud, dark blood beginning to pour out of the killing blow within her skull. And the one that delivered the blow itself?[/i] [u]"Simulation: Complete.[/u] [u]Status of 'Irina S. Eiliza': Successful.[/u] [u]New Record: 0:22."[/u] [i]The smoke cleared from the barrel of the Evelyn, revealing the strikingly pale, angular face of 'Irina S. Eiliza', or simply Irina. With high, shallow cheekbones, smooth pale skin, pinkish lips and a perfectly fine forehead, unlike her counterpart in front of her, Irina's cold, light blue eyes stared at the dead clone of her that she had murdered in less that thirty seconds with a singular shot from her Evelyn, expressionless as the dead Irina began to fade away into black cubes and into the air, leaving no traces of her very existence in the first place. Irina's platinum blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail that rested upon her back, although some of her surprisingly neat hair rested in her light blue eyes still. A slight smile appeared on Irina's face as her laced up gloved hand then holstered her Evelyn at her side, alongside a long brass sheath that held a sword within, held to a tight belt that wrapped around her waist. Resting upon the Vileblood's head was her trademark black leather tricorne hat, completed with a pure white feather plucked from a pigeon. Her outfit consisted of a dark grey longcoat that draped her body, alongside a previously white shirt and a handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece of the outfit. Her gloves were tightened by steel buttons, to ensure that they were not lost in combat. Irina's light tight pants were tightened more by the belt wrapped around her waist, while her feet we're hidden away by laced up leather boots. A long, tattered velvet red and dark leather cape protruded from her left shoulder, and simply waved as she made movements towards a wooden chair within the simulation.[/i] [i]The weapons that she had bore this day were rather unique in their own way as well. Alongside the brass sheath to her Rakuyo and the Evelyn she had just used to kill a clone of hers was a slightly curved, stainless katana with a stone hilt, which rested upon her clothed back and utilized straps to hold it in place. Also alongside her Evelyn was the handle of a lightsaber, a particularly odd yet useful weapon for the Vileblood to use. The final weapon that she bore that day was a simple katana blade, a weapon that belonged to Tesuto and something she intended to return to him. The blade was stainless and cared for, as if Irina actually valued it's very existence. [/i] [i]...Did she do the right thing, when she betrayed her own Queen, all because a samurai that guarded a place of fighting offered a way out of her suffering? Was it right to betray all of the men and women in New Illios, the ones that relied on her to bring victory to their nation, to guard them and protect them in their times of need?[/i] [i]Irina didn't know for sure. One second, she was a proud Vileblood that served the Immortals, and the next...here. Within the Dojo.[/i] [i]The simulation room that Irina was within was...unique, to say the least. It bore striking similarities to her home, the forbidden castle of Cainhurst, specifically the entrance hall to the building. Dark, bloodstained velvet rugs covered the stone ground as marble pillars rose up to the second floor, holding up the floors above Irina's head. The walls were decorated with fading paintings of the royal family and tattered flags and symbols, most including the symbol of the Vilebloods themselves. Torches and lanterns faintly lit up the dark entrance hallway, while wooden benches and chairs sat out to the side. The stone entrance was the entrance to the simulation itself, so a blurry wall covered it entirely. Overall, the place felt just like home to the Vileblood, as she felt rather..comfortable, funny enough. After a moment of staring at the masterful structures, Irina sighed lightly as she resumed what she was doing before, and made her way to a wooden chair that was almost against the wall. She did not rest within it just yet, but instead grasped the wooden structure of it and began pulling it quickly towards the center of the supposed arena. Irina then pointed it towards the entrance, and proceeded to plop down within the chair. She had to at least seem somewhat formal, although she thought centering herself in the middle of the room seemed rather snobbish. After a moment, she leaned back against the wooden seat, closing her light blue eyes as she waited for the inevitable challenger. [/i] (Open! Yeah, if you combat her, she will try to kill your ass.)