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Post by Niso Konto on Feb 4, 2020 21:23:38 GMT -4
Niso was growing... frustrated. Really he felt that was one of the few, if rare emotions he could genuinely show without just imitating another for effect. Glee at the chaos he was sewing, admiration of his love the Painter, and deep seated frustration when his pursuit of his chaotic desires was being halted or distorted in some form of another. Libra's loud mouthed, obnoixious attitude that perverted and belittled what little chaos he saw in her nature was the most frustrating thing he'd ever experienced... utnil now.
Dead end after dead end after DEAD. END. Even shifting his form back to that of an orphan and returning to the scene of the crime, St Marthas resisting every, single, urge he had to snap the necks of every single member of it's sickening excuse for 'carers' as he roamed its halls and searched for what he needed... but to no avail. Much like he suspected, not one of their 'trouble cases' survived. Files were burns, no records were kept. Best those things were never heard of again... he needed something. Something external to get what he needed. To find her. The one person he ever would consider replacing his beloved painter in her sudden absence.
Where was he now? His mind was becoming a frustrating fog again. Dead end after dead end after dead dead dead dead-!
He was in a bar. Why was he here...? He'd forgotten. Simple as that. He hated this... he could feel the fog creeping into his mind again. That bewildered state he'd flowed into during his years at the orphanage. He had one desire to fill and it felt like he'd never be able to meet it, and by now his body was going on sheer autopilot trying to fulfill it and push out all the annoyances that came with it. Once his only goal had been to survive, and now, in searching for his spark. His muse. His catalyst... he was reverting to it once again.
He hated it he hated it He Hated it He HaTed IT he HATED IIIIIIT-
A door. A door was infront of him now... he took a deep breath and tried to scan his mind for what had brought him here. Glimpses of light in the fog and he could remember what had brought him here. He reached forward and opened his way inside... scanning the room, speaking a name he'd been giving in passing, looking dazed and lost, but speaking a name that might make it clear he belonged here.
"Daff... daffodil??"
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Post by Narcissa King on Feb 7, 2020 5:29:22 GMT -4
It was mostly because of meeting Chiyu that she had found this spot and worked for it but it was quite annoying to not work at home. She had to tie up a few lose ends before she would go home. With the papers done, written in her native language she quickly shut the files and get up and leave. But that's when the door opened and she even pulled the knife out of her boot, the knee-high boot would make that really easy. But the person that entered was not someone she had expected. Yes, people start to catch up on the name Daffodil, people started to understand the way to work with her but to meet one of the top ten villains again, number whatsoever, made her almost fall down again on her chair. What? Narcissa was a bit lost with what to say, the way he stammered on her name made it even worse, "Yes?" Was this person okay? She wasn't sure if she should get up try to catch the person and she moved away from behind the table towards the person, "Ehm are you okay? Not hurt or anything right?" She wanted to make sure, dazed is that what it was?
She wasn't sure, offering a chair, right, what was the name, god she had read up in the news okay, ehm, yes, come on, it was even a title that she should know! Oh! "It's Pinnochio right?" She gave a wry smile, how did this work? People came to her for information but they were mostly pretty sure about what are they doing, so ehm, yes, what now? She wasn't made for this? She was made for revenge, kicking people's ass and disappearing and she really wanted to do the last one now, this was not going well. She pulled a chair closer to her and let the person sit if he would let do so. She would ask what she could do for this person, but she would have to do so at the point that she was sure the person was fine.
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Post by Niso Konto on Feb 7, 2020 6:53:15 GMT -4
Getting a confused, but clear otherwise confirmation that he was speaking to the right person, Niso hazily blinking a few times like, despite standing up he was just barely starting to wake up. As Narcissa decided to try to show some sense of care in guiding him to a seat, Niso was starting to realize he was taking potentially a step that wouldn’t be a dead end, and slipping slowly out of the fugue state he’d been falling into. He didn’t like admitting a need for help but finding people clearly wasn’t his strong suit. He was too chaotic to follow patterns and too impatient to follow just the streams of info it could take to reliably track someone these days… as he fully ‘woke up’ he held a palm to his forehead, a pounding headache resounding as his brain cells re-settled, trying to re-focus his mind without doing any long term damage his quirk couldn’t undo.
“Hi… I… call me Niso.” He stated. The Pinocchio moniker was mostly for laughs back when he was a low time criminal, and while he still stuck to the idea ‘the truth is far more fun than any lie could ever be’, he was starting to grow tired of the childish name he’d came up with when he was still setting his head right on his shoulders… besides. He’d learned well enough the orphanage had burned or shredded all record of his existence, so what did it matter? “Daffodil? Right…?” He was still getting his head back in one piece. Once he was sure he wasn’t just in some vague dream he shook his head one last time. The sunken features of his face seeming to get some life back instantly as he re-focused himself.
“Right. Right.” Tapping the side of his temple he seemed to fully clear up, seeming both mentally and almost physically different from the person who’d walked in. “You…” He snapped his fingers, fully alert but his memory of why he was here still fully catching up, snapping one last time, more enthusiastically as he caught the thought and looked up to her with a bright smile. “You’re like… an informant right? Good at your job too so I hear.~” Despite his smile… something about it seemed distant. But that was always the case with niso. Even when his smile was true it almost seemed like a mask plastered onto his face. The smile curved a little too wide maybe or his eyes were gazing a little too long without a blink. The subtle things you couldn’t quite place but it still bothered you.
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Post by Narcissa King on Feb 18, 2020 6:13:01 GMT -4
It was for sure the strangest meeting. Though on the one hand she should be flattered and the like, she was worried on the other. And she did not like that part. It was up to hear to learn to let go of her emotions and not be controlled by them and yet here she was worried about a villain that came walking into her room and be confused and all. She had to focus and she had to make sure everything was alright, not make an idiot of herself if she wanted to do this right. She did support him or so to say to bring him to a chair and sit down, trying to get him to talk. She tried to get the worried frown from her forehead but obviously it remained there, "Hi." She said with a little smile as he said so himself and she nodded, Niso. She could remember that. She did not dare to add her own name, Daffodil was close enough to it, so she let it be. She nodded when he thus said her name, "That's right." It was obvious that he was a young man, but she could not help but speak softly when he asked her, he still seemed to be confused, maybe a headache with the way he put his hand on his head but she wasn't sure. That's when he suddenly changed and seemed to be getting right to the point and she took a step back. She fell for it again, didn't she?
She stared at him, now standing up straight, a step away from before. Still close but not leaning over him as she had done before. He did not seem to be angry more like wanting something from her, but she wasn't sure and she did not trust it even if he smiled at her, which was rather cute. She nodded, well she wasn't sure if she was good at her job, still trying to make a name for herself but she was trying really hard. "Yes I am, I have my ways of gaining information." But sometimes it costs time and not everyone was that patient and she would have a hard time working for some others to infiltrate and get further such as the information that Wang Ba wanted. The information that made her go to the dirty streets of Yokohama, she did not want to think about it. "So are you looking for some information?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Feb 20, 2020 7:05:00 GMT -4
Niso took a short mental note that the woman seemed to care for him in some respect and his eyes briefly narrowed. While emotions were hard for him to truly comprehend he’d become quite adept at reading faces In turn. It let him know where to hide, where to avoid. If there was a look of stress on a bully’s face at the orphanage, he’d rush to one of the few people he’d ever seen show him a flicker of care. In a place like that emotions could be both subtle and wild just for someone to aid their own survival, so someone like Niso, as much as he may detest it, became pretty good at finding the truth in both ends of the scale… helped him survive, as ever. He’d note however she didn’t give her own name. That he could respect. He had his own reasons for not needing the title anymore… didn’t mean other people didn’t need to stay safe.
“Yes yes er… something very specific.” Actually- “Or very… non-specific I guess.” He shook his head, realizing he was about to readily overcomplicate things and rubbing his brow as he tried to focus his thoughts again, letting out an oddly shaky breath as his head pounded. The more he tried to think about all this the more his brain seemed to fight back. He physically smacked his forehead with the base of his palm and squeezed his eyes shut tight as he tried to refocus.
“S-saint marta’s orphanage. I… I need information they don’t have any more… they burn their records on ‘bad cases’ like me and… someone I’m looking for. I don’t need to find the person. But I need to know who they are… I can do the rest so…” Here was the tough part. It was hard to define exactly what he was looking for. He didn’t want someone to find his muse. She needed her privacy. Her space. He needed to be the one to find her alone. To be the one to take that step alone. For better or worse… but he needed to trust his memory of her face before he could even think of looking for her like that.
“I need to find someone… or somewhere… that would have these records. Un-burned. Be it for.. a case file or black mail… and I was wondering if someone of your talents could help? For a price. Of course.”
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Post by Narcissa King on Mar 3, 2020 6:07:46 GMT -4
Was he okay? It was quite an honour that someone like him would come to find her. That she did not want to underestimate, that might make the job more dangerous and big too but she was sure she could handle it. Her arrogance, her vanity, surely made her think so. Very specific? Or non-specific? That was a bit of a confusion though, which was seen on her face. And the fact that he shook his head made her really wonder if he was okay? Hit on the head, something? Maybe it had to do with his quirk, she still should not juge a book by its cover, he was quite high ranked and she should not underestimate that.
While still being quite close to Niso, the smack on his forehead made her jump up figuratively, in the literal sense her shoulders just moved up a little and the worried look on her face returned. She wanted to say that he should take his time, but that was too childish too say. Too stupid so she did not. She watched him, hackle, stutter, have difficulty pronouncing and saying his request. She took a mental note, Saint Marta's Orphanage? She never heard of that, but it was her neutral expression and the worry probably still that did not betray that. There must be someone who had heard of it. Alright, well that made it sort of easier, sort of was the emphasis on. Information from the orphanage but not finding the person meant she can try to find routes and links instead of really trying to find the location. She started to smile a little, someone or somewhere, now that was very interesting.
"That is probably something I can do." She told him, trying to also make him feel better about the situation, it was probably his quirk, she had decided. "So can you tell me a bit about the records that I need to find for you?" She might even go and explore this one on her own, that price was worth to keep and not to share.
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Post by Niso Konto on Mar 4, 2020 6:35:57 GMT -4
Niso in his current state wasn’t good at reading the worry on her face. He was a little frantic to say the least even as he tried to calm himself down but he knew he had to get this out of his head. This pink haired girl in the back of his mind, that streak of red as she slit those idiot’s throats with her quirk… GAGH! Cant’ even remember her quirk it-! Nope! NOPE! Focus! You’re here. You’re almost there. This person can help you don’t black out now trying to heal more brain cells. You know it won’t work!
Shaking his head heavily, trying to force out the thoughts again as he tried to focus up, he looked to Narcissa, catching up on her questions. She said she could do it. Good. She just needed more to go off of. Fair. He ran his fingers back through his messy head of black, thin hair as he took a slow breath to focus up and try speaking in a much clearer tone than the moments before, pinching his finger and thumb together in an idle gesture, as if trying to focus his words on the pinpoint between his digits.
“I need to… find records. I need records of past runaways. The orphanage… I tried getting inside but they just shred and burn all the failed cases. Can’t have people digging too deep into their mistakes right?~” He chuckled a little, finding a sick humor that his history with them had just been burned away. Still… he didn’t know fully if he could trust narcissi yet, so he added a small mis-truth to it. He was getting done with the whole ‘pinocchio’ shtick anyway. Besides, he still wouldn’t technically be lying. “I’d like to find records of my own time there. I barely remember it cause… my quirk did something to my head. To help me cope with it. I wanna find out more…”
A half truth. In Niso’s head if they had records of him they’d have records of her too. And no need to risk letting Narcissa know what he was actually after, right?
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Post by Narcissa King on Mar 23, 2020 5:36:24 GMT -4
He seemed to be still lost and not sure how to bring it or was it an act? Narcissa was still not good at this game even if her name spread further than she wanted to and she was okay with that. She wasn't sure how to work with it but she would have to figure out something for him and she wanted to do that definitely. Working for someone like Niso, no matter the favours she would get in return was something definitely worth for her reputation and she nodded and watched him with patience. Having decided she would do this job and how she would do it was something she could think of later. "Alright so your files and someone else, could you tell me a name either surname or first so I can find the files?" Considering it was an orphanage, no matter how illegal they handled there would to be a name that they were registered under and Narcissa wasn't sure if Niso already trusted her enough to give that name, however he seemed to have given his own, right? So that was something to consider. She wasn't sure where to begin either way but it was fine this way, for now. She would have to push and prob a little if she wanted to be able to push it. She would have to go to that orphanage and find it but if they burned it... hm, no there must be some files right? To keep their shady nature away from the government?
How did this work, she really needed to work out the system of Japan better before she could do this but she would try to push through. His quirk did something to him though. "That's understandable and I will definitely try to get those files for you." She wasn't sure how important those files would be for him or if he wanted her to not focus on the other ones anymore. What to do? How to continue the conversation.
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Post by Niso Konto on Apr 3, 2020 8:36:45 GMT -4
Niso nodded along as she continued to seem agreeable with the job he was providing, his brow rising a little as she asked if he had any information on the name of the other person who’s files he was hoping to procure, but he almost snarled, moreso at himself, in frustration at the question. “No… No. I remember she has pink hair. That’s all really… but, I’m sure if someone, anyone kept my file, they’d have kept hers too. We both left the orphanage in a set of… similar circumstances. To say the least. If they had any reason to save my own file they’d have reason to save hers. Let’s leave it at that…” He let out a low sigh from his nose, and, while perhaps typically a little out of character for him, he lifted his eyes a little sadly. “… This isn’t an easy job. I know… but I appreciate it… as much as someone like me can at least.” He finished with a half attempt at a smirk.
“I don’t suppose there’s much more I can really say to help but… well. I’m sure someone like you will be able to track me down when you get what I need or anything…” He’d started to rise to his feet again, more than ready to leave before a thought occurred as he paused, lightly slapping his palm with the side of his fist. “Oh! I didn’t discuss payment! I… don’t have much on me RIGHT now but I can scrape something together if you come through? Or I can owe you a favour if you ever need a bit of disruption or a body guard, or heck-“ He brushed a hand over his face, the features shifting and contorting, a light crack as some bone even seemed to shift, his face looking a lot more mature and just barely recognizeable for a brief moment, before slowly shifting back. “I can be a good infiltrator if you ever need help getting information for another client!~”
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Post by Narcissa King on Apr 17, 2020 12:55:43 GMT -4
No name but pink hair, oh hopefully she had it since birth due to quirk stuff else finding dyed pink hair was going to be a hell of a lot of a difficult job. "Anything specific then?" She asked though he apologized and she nodded, trying to reign in a favour from this famous guy, she would do her utmost best, "Like those specifics, can you say anything that makes it obvious that it was her or did she always have pink hair and was she the only one?" Because if there were like three.. eh heck, why would she care, she would just steal all three of the files. She would just have to find something... She wondered if the government could help her but she had no idea. She should maybe bring someone along, but she was at this point not sure who. She watched him cautiously though but he got up and it seemed that this was the only information she was getting. It was something, that was for sure and it made the hunt of her job only the more interesting. She couldn't wait to start.
She started to smile, "You seemed to read my mind, I don't have much interest in money but a favour like that, I will definitely take that one up." She liked this guy, he was direct, a little strange but he knew exactly how the world worked. He would probably get information she could not even get the closest too. She wasn't sure what to do, but she would find him the information he needed and right now that would just be a handshake so to say and let him go. She would get back to him in the same way that he found her and besides, she had seen him in the villain chat. "Pleasure doing business, I will contact you when I find something."
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Post by Niso Konto on Apr 20, 2020 6:01:59 GMT -4
“Specific… well the stuff on her file will only be about St Martas…” He let out, but he’d struggled to think about it. He’d tried healing his brain cells from that time but even for him that was a near impossible process. Everytime he tried to picture the pink haired girl his brain just substituted her face for another pinkette he admired. Luzia… and that was doing him very little good. He sighed through his nose and shook his head. He could remember some things but… visually…? No. “She kept to herself a lot… before that day I remember she probably wasn’t too much of a problem child. Maybe bullied but I doubt St Martas would keep that record so it likely won’t help…” He looked up to Narcissa, a bit of a ‘losty puppy’ vibe behind his eyes as he offered quite sincerely. “Really… I know this is a difficult lead to find but… I really appreciate it… heh.” He lowered his head, shaking it again. “Though in the world of villainy I doubt that really matters. Trust me if you can just… find these files, find her name maybe. I can do the hard work from there. I doubt someone the world considers so insignificant would be at all easy to find…” He nodded along as he finished. “As far as St Marta’s goes though… she was definitely the only one. It was quirk based. They’d have never let use dye it.”
His enjoyment of this little back and forth with Daffodil grew as she seemed interested in the offer of a favour. He supposed in the world of information gathering that was worth it’s weight in gold, especially from someone with his own talents, be that for causing diversions, creating a mess, or just… taking a more subtle approach where he chose to… maybe he could fill her in on the plan he had with Hellhound someday. She’d probably find that sort of relationship more than enough payment but… someday. When he’d felt assured she knew what she was doing…
“A pleasure doing business indeed. Just contact me through our er… encrypted network, if you find anything.~”
With that said and done Niso would offer another sincere smile before moving to take his leave, waving a hand over his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to ask for that favour by the way. So long as it’s a fun one I might even give you a couple more favours for free.~”
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Post by Narcissa King on Apr 21, 2020 8:01:04 GMT -4
She wasn't sure if she actually felt sorry for him. Feeling sorry for someone was never a good idea right, so she didn't want to do so. She actually liked this guy a lot. She felt sorry for he seemed to be in pain to think, "If-if you don't know its fine." But she wanted something specific but when he said in the end that she was the only one with pink hair in the house that came because of her quirk she smiled at Niso, "That's enough and specific enough." She did not want him to strain or hurt himself and he looked so sad about not really remembering. "I get it, I will do whatever I can." And when they spoke about payment, she only smiled more at him. It was interesting and it was definitely something worth her time. She told him it was a pleasure doing business and nodded when he said to contact him through the strange channel, network that they were both a part of.
"Will do."
She stood up from her leaning against the table to let him go out with a proper goodbye and she watched him, crossed her arms and shook her head with a smile. "Don't tempt me, Niso. For it sounds like a great idea." She would just see if she would have something at some point, this was something she would definitely not forget and when he left, she would immediately get to work. She would have to find information about St. Marta's and how to get in there as soon as possible and get the missing files. It was definitely the sort of informant work she wanted to do and definitely something that made her job the more interesting. The question simply was now; where to begin.
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Post by Crimson on Apr 26, 2020 15:59:47 GMT -4
Niso Konto You currently have 549 EXP, and you gained 22 EXP for this thread! Narcissa King You currently have 63 EXP, and you gained 19 EXP for this thread!
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