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Post by Karou Brimstone on Sept 27, 2020 15:58:00 GMT -4
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Dancing bears, painted wings.
Dancing seemed to be not a crime, yet it was, with her headphones over her ears, Karou had been travelling to Musutafu. It would be good for her to be out there the youngest one had said. It would be good for her to be out and about and smell the fresh air and so on. Not much fresh air near the train station though, thank you very much. But Karou did not complain, any minute to be away from them should be considered a blessing. The train ride was quite far though, hallelujah for forty minutes. She leaned with her elbow on the railing and her cheek in her hand and looked outside. Oblivious to what was going on around her, if anything was going on around her. She was just listening to the piano sound and she would see without seeing. She imagined herself dancing, the greatest loops and axels and pirouettes, the most beautiful things that she could happen. Dancing wasn't a crime and yet it was. She was no longer allowed to dance and it hurt her, it was like her feet were crying every time she did not try. So she did, in secret or in the streets everywhere where they were not watching her. One day, she would be free and she would dance and it would be fine and no one would look at her weirdly, she would be fine. One day her father would come or maybe someone better. She loved the sound and one day she would perform this whole song in a show, she would do whatever it took, how much her feet would bleed, she would do it.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
She was going to get up soon and have to get out and the dream she did not want to let go from, had to be broken. She could not help but sigh a little. The dream so peaceful, no one looking at her weirdly but she immediately noticed the elderly lady opposite her glaring at her. She held her breath, afraid she would sigh again and get a strange speech or something nagging that she did not want to hear. She pulled her turtleneck higher up as if she could hide her lilac skin colour and made sure she fuzed over her messy hair that she had done on purpose to hide the tips of her ears. Her long purple hair did not help with that, the fact that she was so self-conscious about it did not help either.
Figures dancing gracefully.
She would get up further in the line and mix herself with the people that planned to get out of the train. She jumped on the platform and quickly hurried away from the mass. People gave her bad vibes, that's why she did not get why she was sent to make a contract or contract, she wasn't entirely sure. The seventeen-year-old was just confused about everything, but as usual, she did not say anything and would make her way to the address. Phone in hand, it was said she couldn't miss it and in the end, she found the Italian restaurant. Everything here seemed to be Italian and she did not speak that, she spoke her own language whether it was real or not was not clear, she still had issues with Japanese but it was the only official language she spoke. She entered the restaurant and looked around, not sure again if this was where she had to be, so she just stood there in the hallway and wondered when would she run away?
Glowing dim as an ember.
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 4, 2020 9:36:07 GMT -4
It was another day of work and he was tired. Luckily today he didnt work as chef. It was Elena's day. Today he pretended to be a customer that was just chilling. But even though he was sitting and chilling at the table and having some fine wine, he still felt restless. Like he felt he couldnt and shouldnt stand at one spot. But still felt the tiredness. Why? Because lately he threw himself at just work work work. He has been taxing himself too much these last few days... or this week to be exact. Working just helped him not think about everything. But now he had nothing. He did his villanous work and he didnt need to work in the kitchen. So what would he do? Suddenly though, something gained his attention. A young purplish blue grey lady has arrived and she looked so... confused? How curious and interesting. He looked from her to Amare who was talking to another female customer and helping them like a good host boy that he is.
So he felt it was up to him to go. He slowly got up and walked over to the young lady. As he got closer, he noticed she looked a tad bit... foreign. And not just because of the dark elf like vibes from the quirk mutation. All in all, by apperanace and body language, he didnt know was she foreign or not. What language to use? Well, either way, Antonio chose Japanese "Hello there miss. Can I help you?" he asked the young lady. This... really wasnt his job department. In restaurnt business he was supposed to stay in the kitchen now that they have more people and are not understaffed. But clearly he wasnt. It looks like a simple day might become something more interesting and unexpected. Thats when he remembered something. This wasnt no ordinary customer. Today was the day... Yeah, it was time. His Boss was supposed to meet someone. What was their name? He wasnt that much on the chat. Was it Idunn? A strange name. But sort of fitting for a strange looking person. Oh indeed, this was going to be much more interesting than he anticipated. Maybe he could make a nice business deal with her. Depending what the young lass wants. He wasnt too keen on all of the details between her and the Boss. But he was sure he would be able to figure things out. |
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 4, 2020 11:23:21 GMT -4
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She already felt like so many people stared at her and in her mind restaurants were for evenings, luncheons and cafes were for during the day and the like but... obviously, she was mistaken when it came to this restaurant. There were already so many people, so many pretty people. That made matters worse, she actually wanted to turn her heel and get away but she couldn't. She was like the swan princess, locked in the land like a swan while she could be a princess by night. Eh if only, she was locked up every day and if she could go outside it was for a job of them and not because she wanted to. If she could be locked up on an ice rink or in a dance room, she would be safe and sound, if you could say it like that. Shame she was a human being, if she could be like a ballerina in your jewellery box, she would never need to eat.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
She did not notice someone walked over to her, she had a strong grip on the bag that was slung across her shoulder and still had her phone in hand that showed her the map. She did jump up a little as if someone straight-up hit her instead of really just asking something kindly, and she looked up at the young man. Wow, so handsome. Her Family was anything but, their skin so grey and unhealthy looking, their teeth rotting and so on. She made the image worse in her head because she lived in a fairy tale. She was the princess that needed saving or the princess that one day would save herself, but she did not bump into prince like people ever so often. She said nothing and stared for a bit, ehm, she had no name? Last time she went to meet someone specific and could say that but to mention the names in that chat... that was going to be a tongue twist and it felt weird.
Things I almost remember.
What to consider and where to start she was almost having that feeling that she should bow. "I am not sure if I am right, I-I thought I had an appointment." She felt so silly and so lost all the time to come here. They wanted contracts and contacts and yet here was Karou, on her own, having no idea all the time what the people did that she worked for and that gave her food and shelter. She wished she had a family that cared for her, a mother and a father but they were no longer near her, either dead or lost and she did not know which way she wanted to consider. She felt lost even more the longer she thought about it. "I don't know the name anymore." She looked at her foot and moved it a little over the wooden floor. Maybe this was the person? He looked foreign but his Japanese had a less thick accent then her own, even if she had been studying it for a while... she just did not speak it often. Oh her beloved home.
Things my heart used to know.
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 4, 2020 12:39:31 GMT -4
She spoke how she isnt sure if she was right. She thought she had an appointment. Antonio smiled to her. He loves shy people. "Oh si. Come come, we can talk" he said as he held her hand and took her to a table where they would be able to talk in peace. His grip gentle at first, after all he was a ladies man and he always knew how to handle each lady with care. That is depending if they werent into rougher stuff. Once they arrive to a VIP table. He lets go of her hand and pulls a chair for her so she can sit. After which he sat at his chair.
Once he was in his chair, he looked at her and smiled sweetly. He knew how to keep authority with a smile on his face. And thus he spoke "So." he looked at her to check her expression, actions, body language and all that "Do you want a drink or a meal. It is all on the house. I'll pay" but once that friendly stuff is out of the way he spoke, as he finally remembered what he was reading from the chat "If my memory serves me, you wanted to learn about everyone. Now I think you said from your Family or do you mean for your family? That is the part I am hazy on"
He tried to start the conversation simply and ease into the matter and not just be a brick thats all about business. Maybe try and give her confidence to talk about the stuff she knows or tell him more about the subject she talked with the Boss. Perhaps they can make a deal together. Though one part from the chat really confused him and he hoped the young lady would clear it out for him. He looked at her curiously to see how she acts and what she would say
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 4, 2020 13:23:30 GMT -4
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Oh si? That must mean yes because he suggested her to come and that they would talk, she looked at his hand as he took hers and held her breath. She did not like people touching her, she felt always disgusted, and not even by their touch but her skin on theirs. She was always afraid to be called a freak and so on, as if not breathing helped. She just looked at it, but did not struggle against it, struggling will give you bruises and will pain you, so nope, she would not do anything and followed the tug that she felt on her arm as she would walk with him to a spot further into the restaurant, like some sort of secret hideout within a restaurant? She wasn't sure, she felt horrible, she felt like people forgot she was a child and she wanted to be a child so desperately at this point. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth when they arrived and he offered her a chair. Only fun fact of her skin right now was that she couldn't turn blue, she was just this way now, forever.
Far away, long ago.
She would sit on that chair, stiff as if she was frozen by the cold instead of by the horror of the touch of her hand. Her face was neutral, without expression but her shoulders were straight and her back as well. She did not touch the back of the seat and she had crossed her ankles and her hands on her lap, still holding on to her bag though with her right hand on the strap across her chest. She looked around as that was impressive as well, such a strange thing to see, the idea must be European, more Western and not Orient as she had read somewhere, it did not matter at this point. She turned her attention back to the man and the idea of eating something without having to look after the strict diet of the Family who said they did it for her but they did not and she just wondered again, "Anything?" Because she should just order water to be safe, not to say anything strange. "Just-just water is fine." It would be stupid to take advantage of such a situation while she shouldn't. She will never be rescued if she did not did her utmost best to get good karma going. She wished she was home, her real home, where she left her mother, so many years ago, she only remembered it was a very long trip to get here but she had no idea where it was.
Things it yearns to remember.
One day she would be free. "Oh it's that first one, I have to get more contracts and deals for the Family, they ehm..." She almost said something wrong that wouldn't help any situation and coming home with empty hands was going to be difficult. She fumbled with the strap of her bag, "They try to get more comfortable with the jobs they can perform and looking for people that would need their services." They were leeches but she couldn't say that.
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 4, 2020 15:12:33 GMT -4
She asked if anything. He nodded. But then she just ordered water to be safe. He said "Ok" in a soft voice as he snapped his fingers and told a waiter to bring the lady a glass of water and some red wine for him. After that they got their conversation going. The lady, Idunn again interesting name, but the lady Idunn said that she needs more contacts and deals for her Family. They... they what? She went silent and he leaned in and rested elbows on the table as he was interested in what was going on. Idunn fumbled with the strap of her bag, and then she finally spoke. Antonio nodded when he heard her out.
Before he got to answer, their drinks arrived. One glass of water for the lady and wine for him. He poured the wine in his glass and he motioned the waiter away.
"I see. Well in either case. I am your man. I work for my Family as well" granted he didnt know they had different terms of family. To him it was mafia and to her it was literal blood relatives family.
"Well my Family can ally with yours. But do tell. I want to learn more about you. You as in plural. You and your family. I want to know who will I ally too and if they are worthy of an alliance. I cant just go blindly into a deal. So tell me about yourself~" he said as he went from professional tone to a teasing one. Idunn was nervous enough on her own. He imagined his business voice would just spook her so he went to a more 'friendly' voice to try and calm the lady. She needed to relax and not be so tense. She doesnt even lean in the chair.
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 5, 2020 9:54:39 GMT -4
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She didn't trust it, nothing came for free and she did not want to fall in contracts or trouble that she wouldn't be able to get out of anymore. It would be disastrous if anything and that was only the mild construction of her mind. She wasn't overthinking yet, she was just making sure not being stupid and not making mistakes. She wanted to be free and make decisions and sleep without crying herself to sleep, again and again, and again. Today was not going to be that day and she would just watch him snap his fingers and waiting for the waiter. She eyed everyone in this room and tried to read body language, facial expressions everything. She was quiet and waited, watching him talk to her but she did not know what to say and she finally answered that her Family was looking for people and that they would offer their services to everyone who was willing to pay. That was that, and she just looked away again, looking at herself. She wasn't dressed for this, she wasn't made for this. If only she could disappear.
She watched as he was pouring the wine and she wondered how that would taste because she never had it. Most likely would also never taste it, but there were always questions like that and so on. She would see and just wonder and it was surprising he worked for his family as well, she had the full idea that their families were not the same. Even if his family wasn't blood-related either, that would still make her Family weird, scary and strange. She wasn't sure what to say at this point and nodded. "Ehm, yea potentially." She mumbled when he said that they could ally. She wished no one would form an alliance with her family, they were stupid, if they didn't have contacts would they die faster? That would be great. She said nothing and yet flinched a little when he said he wanted to learn more about her, until he changed it to all of them. She wouldn't know what to say.
"I-I don't know what to tell, it also depends on what you want to know." As he ended about asking about yourself, she was confused again, it was friendly that was nice but she wasn't sure how to react, very uncomfortable about it at all. "The Family can do a lot, they are with four, they will probably always send me as their messenger. They mostly sleep during the day and work at night." Nicest part of the day if she had the house on her own and no nagging voices in her ear, that was for sure. "Ehm, they-they ehm... are very secretive, that means your business with them is their business only and they would not share or bring any harm to your reputation." She wasn't doing a good job right, she only got more nervous the more she spoke about it. She was harming their reputation, what would that mean for her?
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 14, 2020 12:43:34 GMT -4
He noticed how she watched him pour the wine, but didnt ask anything yet. He will ask it, but not now. He asked about her and her family. She soon started answering, granted she was so insecure. Antonio sipped his wine as she answered his questions. Basically her Famly was super secretive, they worked at night and slept through day. But she acted as the messenger, which made him believe that he wont see the Family at all, he didnt like it. But the girl was so nervous. From his experience, a fearful girl would mean some violence in the family. Maybe abuse... nah... most certainly abuse. Well, if that was the case, maybe then he should drag out this meeting to give her a moment of reprieve from the rest and who knows, maybe he snags her so she works for him and not them.
Antonio nodded when she finished her lines about herself and family and he decided to probe her more. "So do you prefer I call you 'miss' or 'Idunn' or use your real name?" he asked a light question at first to lead with. After that he would ask a more personal one. So for now he waited for her to answer and after she did, he smiled "Well tell me about yourself now. What would you say are your positive traits. Why would I ally with you?" he asked with a smile, because he was for sure gonna ally with her. But now he made her 'fear' as if he wouldnt, unless she 'convinced' him. He wanted to know more about her personality, starting with her good points. And after that he would ask her what would she say are her bad traits. He wanted her to self reflect and then see where the conversation would go from there
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 19, 2020 11:46:27 GMT -4
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She had told this handsome man all about what she had as a broken record on her memory. They were secretive, but they could do a lot, they could store your money, they were like a bank for the yakuza and they would know and keep up with it, but they first needed people to trust them, have money laundering or any other job. She was just expecting questions about that. But the following questions weren't about the Family and for a second she panicked, wondering if she failed to raise this man's interest to work together with other villains in town or criminals or how they wanted to call themselves. She grabbed ahold of her left wrist and said nothing but looked at him. Come on, speak. "E-everything is fine sir, whatever you prefer really. I understand Iðunn isn't the easiest." Though you basically almost said it as you spelt it, it was a fancy way of writing it and she had picked that name because it interested her, she wasn't entirely sure but it probably had to do with the name of her quirk, it was why she was so fascinated about it. She was now afraid he would ask for her real name, he was after all really kind to her and she did not want to lie but she did not want to hear anyone say her name. The Family never called her Karou and her memory came from just her mother whispering it when she held her.
Fallen, knee scraped and just crying, she could hear the hum of a lullaby when her mother moved her back and forth, calling her, the girl, calling her pretty Karou, her little elf. She wanted that so desperately, it was the thought she held onto the most before falling asleep but her mother would never be there for her. She must have been gravely ill and it would do something bad to her if she would stay but her mother, why would she have left her mother.
"With me?" She said surprised, "Oh but I am just the messenger, sir, I am not really good at anything." She had strange powers, looked charming and creepy at the same time and knew how to pick a lock, that wasn't really special. What were even her positive traits, she could be as quiet as a mouse, rather quick and her memory was rather good, so to say? Ehm, should she tell him that? He smiled, which was rather pretty so she quickly looked at her lap. "But ehm, to answer- to answer the question I am good at ehm, I am fast learner and I have a very good memory. I eh also ehm am very patient and I can ehm break open a door without a sound?" It ended in a question as she wasn't sure if this was what he wanted to hear, god she wished she was a mouse, she would just scurry around and no one would have to know or be the wiser.
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 19, 2020 14:14:48 GMT -4
The girl shyly replied that Idunn or anything is good really. As for her, she believed she was no good for anything. Well, that was an abuse flag there too. Emotionally abusive people tend to make someone believe that. She claimed to be a messenger. But was still kind enough to answer him. She was a fast learner which was excellent. She has a good memory, another good trait there. She is patient, good. And can break open a door with no sound
"Magnificent traits right there if you ask me." he said kindly
Although with bad traits, he'd say she is too closed off, insecure and shy. Thats all he can say on the surface level. But now what should he do.
"Say, how about this. Lets make a little ultimatum to your family~ We will ally, if you become my Protege. That means you work more with me. You say they sleep during the day anyway and work and night. They can work at night all they want. But during the day, you can work with me" Antonio suggested his idea
It was a start, maybe find a way to get her away from the Family. Get on her good side and make her open up to him. He hoped the girl would accept that idea. Granted either way she wouldnt have a choice. She was a messenger after all. And whether she liked it or not, she has to send that to her family.
Normally he wasnt a good guy. But he liked this girl. He wasnt sure why. Maybe because he wanted to have an underling of his own. Like a non mafia related underling. Just someone that belongs to him. Selfish and maybe cruel, to have the girl go from one prison and to another. But that was Antonio, he wasnt a good guy
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 19, 2020 15:58:00 GMT -4
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She should do everything within her power to actually answer this kind man, how will she else get the deals done if she was such a big failure herself. She wanted to make sure it was going well, she had to play the records on and off. There were not many nice people out there right? Though Cat had been really nice even if she made mistakes to her as well. She could not help but wince at the idea she was making mistakes here as well and what the consequences of that would be. She felt the words and the consequences slipping out of her hands. She was trying to do her damn best but it was tiring if it didn't work and all she could do was fail and fall. She wished someone would hold her and stroke her hair and say it would all be okay but she was scared someone would touch her. They would hurt her, they would try to break her wrist, it was never going right and she needed to keep in mind that even though this man was nice and someone like Cat was nice, that they were villains so technically they were not nice. They were only nice because she could give them something and because she was on the same side so to say, else they would have kicked her out already.
She looked up through her long eyelashes at him and gave a small smile when he complimented her. He could have said just a nice word but magnificent was something that made her blush a little and feel a little more competent than on normal days. It was something and she would just wait for the next conversation or next question more to say. She should tell him more about the family, to convince him to work with them but she couldn't, there was no word that would leave her throat at this point and she just looked up a little as she felt a little better with the compliment but still scared. A little ultimatum? She was getting more scared by the minute when he suggested that and she was afraid what would that bring to the table but she was baffled and just stared at him. Her eyes weren't big, her mouth wasn't agape but she stared at him as if she was frozen, his protege? "but, but sir?" She did not get it, why would he want her, that made no sense, she was so confused, he did not even know her. She couldn't do things. "I-I mean I need to do their tasks during the day, I have to talk to people they else can't speak to because of their night rhythm, I-I mean I am not very useful." They would never say no but wouldn't it be great? To work for someone so handsome? To run errands for him in daylight? Would he hit her if she made a mistake? She shivered, probably... wouldn't everyone do that when matters were going in a bad way? The Family hit her because hitting themselves wasn't fruitful and wouldn't feel elevating so that would happen here too, she was sure, no one should touch her, it was dangerous and scary.
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 19, 2020 16:24:24 GMT -4
He loved her reaction, her blush, she really was a cutie. He smiled and kept that smile on his face. He wanted her, so he suggested a little ultimatum. Though he knew that to the girl, the ultimatum would be anything but little. She was clearly baffled, and he enjoyed her experession on her face. She tried to reason and explain she cant. She does THEIR tasks during the day and talk to the people they cant speak to because of their night life. And again the claims of her not being useful.
Thats when he reached out over the table to hold her hand gently. "You say you are a messenger, right? Then why not just send them the message and let them decide? If they say no, we can make another deal until we all get on the same page. After all, who wouldnt like a talented cutie such as yourself as a protege?" he said with a playful wink and then let go of her hand.
He wondered what was going on in her mind. Probably a lot of confusion. Ah how innocent and charming that is. He wondered if he can get her to work for him and maybe by extension the Garden of Whispers if Narcissa should desire. Though part of him imagined Narcissa would be jealous that he has a female protege who is very young. Oh, how young actually?
"By the way, can you tell me how old are you?" he asked curiously.
Considering she's young, he doesnt care that he asked a lady her age. Sure he had his manners, but he was also a villain, so he didnt care about manners.
It was all a delicate balance. A balance between where he should give a damn and where he shouldnt. He could afford a bit of rudeness, he was with a younger lass after all.
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 19, 2020 16:39:56 GMT -4
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She really really wanted to believe that this man was her way out, finding her way to freedom if he would make her his protege. But still. It seemed like a farfetched idea and he was probably not her knight in shining armour even if she wanted it so badly. She should not fall for the perfect looking man, they were probably just as cruel as the ugly ones and she did not want that. She was really scared and she flinched when he took her hand even if he held it gently, she hated touch, physical touch was never a positive one, the only positive one she could remember was being on her mother's lap and being held and hidden from the outside world, like she was in a cocoon of love. She wondered and she wondered, she was scared but she did not pull her hand back, she was afraid he would see her scars on her wrist and so on, so nope, she would just sit and keep her eyes focused on their hands, his holding hers, nothing else was happening after all. "You mean now? They won't react, not at this hour." They would not respond now, maybe but she doubted they were awake and she would not want to wake them with such a message and freak them out and make them angry. "I- they probably want to know why you want me as a protege?" She blushed only more because he had just called her a talented cutie and she wasn't cute. She had a strange skin colour and she was not useful at all. He also had winked at her and the blush had become more crimson red and she finally looked away from him because she couldn't take it.
She turned her attention back at him. Remembering that Cat changed her passport she was an adult, she was twenty but villain work or being his protege probably did not use that, "Seventeen, sir." She said softly, she did not want to be cast aside again and again and be considered useless but she was so afraid of the hurt and disappointment that would be on his face when he realized she was a child, a useless child and she was upset. "I am not sure I would be of use sir, but if you persist on the ultimatum I will ask them. I don't know how fast I can return." Was that his goal? She felt bad at the idea and she smelled something nice and wondered what kind of food they served here, the wine already looked exotic.
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Post by Antonio Carreras on Oct 20, 2020 10:49:05 GMT -4
Idunn believed she had to go now and spoke so innocently that they wont react, at least not in this hour. Antonio chuckled at that and spoke sweetly "No no! I dont mean now this instant. But you can tell them after our meeting. I mean I consider my meeting done. But I dont mind staying here more with you and spending some time with you. Besides, I know how overbearing some family can be. Having a breather is nice, si?" he spoke to her gently to calm her and reassure her all is well. Besides, he wanted to spend time with her and not talk about business. Some prime manipulation can go his way to get an underling of his own.
He loved her blush when he verbalized and thought she was cute. But it was true, she was. He cant vouch for talent since he hadnt seen it yet. She did ask they wanna know why choose her. He spoke "Tell them I see great potential in you. That you can bring riches if trained properly. Im sure they will be pleased to hear that" he told her. Though he adored how her blush was more crimson red and not the strange blueish purple colour. This seemed too easy. Though he shouldnt get cocky.
For safety reasons he asked her age. She then answered 17, as suspected she was too young. He hoped 19, but no. 17 was it. "So young and yet so skilled. Indeed, you can be a terrific asset if trained correctly. I knew I saw some prime potential in your eyes" Antonio spoke to her, encouraging her. Though she still spoke how she is not sure if she can be of use to him
"Ah trust me. I have a keen eye. You're too young so you cant see it. But I do." he said. But once again as she thought she had to leave now. He reassured her that she doesnt have to go now literally this instant. If she wants to stay and enjoy a breath of fresh air, thats fine.
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Post by Karou Brimstone on Oct 20, 2020 14:06:32 GMT -4
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Oh, he did not mean now? She was so confused about what this was all about. She was not sure if she should be happy or not about the fact that he was curious about having her as a protege and besides what would that mean and how would she deal with that? Karou had no idea. She nodded, okay after the meeting, she clearly could remember that she was a messenger, messengers needed good memory or else write it down. Oh... oh, he was already done. She did not feel that this was going as the Family had hoped and she would get hit for that and she just would mentally prepare herself for that. She wasn't sure at the end of his information if she should smile, nod or say something but she decided the safest bet was to just nod. People nod when they don't know what to say, so she could explain that to the Family. They were not awake yet, so they wouldn't miss her yet, there were no other jobs she had to do for today so this was alright. He was really handsome, so spending time looking at someone nice was... something? So he made her curious as to why he wanted her as a protege, he called her cute and although she liked the compliments and wanted to believe him, she was a weird person to look at. Her skin was purple-ish grey, who would want that. She said that though, surprisingly out loud, but it was not for her it was to answer the family who would ask that question as well, she knew it. She almost knew how they thought and that made her nauseous.
Great potential!? Well then he saw more than any other person so she did not know what to say to that, but she simply stared at him. Big yellow eyes grabbing a hold of words he said but having let go as they got nothing. Empty promises but she wanted to hear them, she wanted to be useful to someone. She nodded again, not sure if she trusted her voice to say something out loud. Right, she was going to bring them riches, obviously, they liked that. She swallowed, "O-oh well thank you?" Not sure what the right words were at this point but they were words. He asked her age and she felt like the world would crumble soon if he knew what her age was, "I-I have a fake passport of twenty." She mumbled not sure if that should be common knowledge but if he called her so young, it seemed to be a problem? She did no longer look at him, he was like an angel and she could not bare to watch it, so she looked at her hands on her lap, she felt like a horrible person, she hated herself. She nodded again, making sure she had no need to leave yet, but what did he want from her now? What should she say? Simply okay?
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