It would appear the team was getting things together and learning how to become more comfortable. Or at least they were acting cordial. The green ranger made an accurate observation. One that while Tauriel would answer, Bashmu would scoff and look off to the side playing with his dice piece. It was a complicated topic to say the least. Lets not get carried away, they weren't anything special in that regards, but deep down Bashmu had an underlying respect for the fashionable one that most people weren't able to receive. Some probably didn't even know he had. While misogyny is his calling card, the disrespect never expands to her though as she proven to be quite capable of many things. Some that are better left unsaid. Bashmu was unable to notice the disinterest and disapproval upon the topic matter that was going on from Oberon but at the same time it wouldn't of mattered. They were here for a job. The details will get there. This may not been the most professional of meetings but the power play of not giving a slight ******** should give one reason to wonder why so confident. Bashmu was cocky, but Bashmu also was like a Cobra Kai elite. Cocky because of the power and skills he had. There was no Russo to this story. No illegal kick. So far, no heroes to speak of. Some may rise, but considering how deeply rooted the unsavory characters were in this town of Vale, some evil will never die.
While Bashmu had not been straightforward of his genetics, the woman was dropping some major hints about what his animal genetic code was hiding behind the false humanoid disguise. “As you said. Old Habitssssss die hard but my time Hasssssn't come yet.” He responded, the S beings stressed as his forked tongue revealed itself. A major hint that he was a faunus, and an ironic disclosure considering he was a slave trader of faunus. His flirting attempt ended just as expected. Taruiel was not someone you could just...woo like some dumb bimbo teen. “Gotta shoot my shot. The shots may not always connect~ but when it finally does the edge can be taken off.” He commented before sighing as if he was deeply pained. “A moment without satisfaction nor chaos keeps me on edge.” he begins, “Don't be like that like I have no bang to me. If anything you should know that the area I am a caregiver when it comes to. As long as she not flat as a board. The cheeks must clap like a tambourine. “ He commented before looking up at the new comer. “Speaking of cheeks to clap. My my my. Dressed in fishnets and a vibrant blue lipstick~ Aren't you yummy” He commented as Tauriel gave her a warm welcome to sit. Bashmu didn't even bother to say anything about the cookies. He was too busy admiring the fresh face. A gulp of his drink would help calm his thirst as they would be taken out of the shade. VIP treatment. He should of known Tauriel was not going to just allow them to stay outside and bake like peasants under as imple umbrella.. With the new drabs....not only would they be concealed, but also the conversation muffled as well.
The green lantern would get his meal in and Bashmu would as well, just taking his usual. Chopped steak smothered with 5 beowings and a small Cesar salad. He was honestly playing catch up. Distracted by eye candy was making him sluggish on his job. “Long as you the one that got my lamb chops I ordered. Of course I have the cookies here. So delicious it must be a sin to indulge in only one. As stated earlier you are in the correct place. I am Bashmu. Sit. Order. Have a chill “ he assured. Once the condolences about Miranda was out of the way, he would ask and listen in on the responses to his question. Oberon, professional as usual. Not anything out of place. Not that Bashmu would truly know but he been consistent since he arrived. The matter at hand would finally come to the light. With the three joining him, he would get the task at hand. He would speak to no one specifically. In fact, he was addressing all 3 and whoever it applied to or would notice could easily agree or disagree and chime in.
“This place can barely keep it together. With Atlas being researched into it going to make things a lot easier. Further more, I sure you noticed it as well. The tribe fading to become nothing more than mere memories as others have advanced. Fools run around for sport with mindless slaughter while those with true ambition take the opportunity that is afforded to them by the organic shield that been raised... To put easily. There is strength in numbers and things many people want. Power. A nice coat. Chaos. Control. Money. The list can go on. While benefiting all of us down the road, we are all here because of trust. Money keeps a man honest Mr green. A blast from the past keeps the heart pure. As for you little miss, I don't know the story fully on you, but from the little I know. I can keep business booming for you. This is an invitation to join SsssssXsssssS. Our first move will be with the tribe dormant, taking care of the Crimson Fang. The first strike already been made. They are left retreating on their heels. They lost a prisoner of Beacon. They lost the ransom money and they lost lives of their men recently. They have netted a major negative loss for themselves. I may the offer for Crimssssson Fang members to defect.. The strong will be able join as mindless soldiers. The others....Goes without saying..” He would stop see what interjections and questions may have. It was an upfront blunt offer, but he didn't expect them to just jaw after it. Could not be that easy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2021 6:57 pm
Ren watched as she pushed herself off the wall, jumping over someone just to reach him while offering him her blunt. He sighed and shook his head, waving his hand as she spoke. "That wouldn't be the case sis, trust me, I've made a lot of good friends here, without having to get them smashed." He told her with a smile before he walked with her into the establishment while she spoke about the aura lessons. "Really? Did you try listening to Kail? I managed to kind of get my semblance in check on my own for the most part, and even if I can't... I kind of like the gloves I have." He told her while he listened to her as she handed him a clip of Lien, with him taking it. "Half? This covers a quarter of it Rena, and dammit you shouldn't be walking out of jobs." He scolded her as he raised a hand up and grabbed her ear with the gauntlet covered right hand. "I'm footing this food bill this time and we are here to get something to eat. But that is the 17th Job you've told me you walked out on.... and yet you're trying to be a huntress?" He asked of her with his eyes narrowing.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 87 OOC:
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena shrugged as he dismissed her joke. When he brought up his own experiences with learning control and asking if she'd even tried to listen, she shrugged it off."Yeah, and I understand most of it in indirect ways affects aura control. But, I'm looking for a more direct way. I've still done the lessons and managed well. Not like I completely disregard them." When he told her she owed four times the ammount though, she cocked a brow. "I know I can be out of it at times Ren, but no way do I ow- OW! Owowowow!" Ren cut her off by grabbing her ear. She responded by grabbing for his."Let go Ren! That hurts! ******** hell. And it's all freelance work! It doesn't matter if I walk out or not. It's not like I'm getting fired or quitting an actual job you know. Speaking of, you know why I'm even attending Ren. I just want to get my semblance under control, find a cute girl that doesn't mind the pot, settle down somewhere, and maybe adopt somewhere down the line. You know how I feel about fighting. Plus...I've never really handled injuries well."If she managed to grab his ear, she'd squeeze it and tug lightly on it, though, if he dodged and held on to hers, she'd switch to grabbing his wrist and try to pry her ear free."Can we stop with the ear grabbing and judgementality please? You asked me to meet up to chat and eat, not berate me for who I am after all." ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 66 OOC:
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Ren shook his head from her statement about needing a more direct way to control her semblance before she started to react to his ear pull, trying to get out of what she actually owed. When he saw her hand going for his ear, he was quick to grab her hand, releasing her ear as she was saying it was freelance work and that it justified her walking out. "Sis, I know Mom and Dad aren't here to keep an eye on us, with them being back out in the countryside, but even then we have to be able to care for ourselves and show our work ethics matter more than just doing stuff." He scolded her on her ethics of work being freelance rather than his dedicated free-lance Party man to help set up any form of parties. But as he let her hand go while they got into a line to wait, he listened to her speak and sighed before he shook his head. "Sis, I'm not here to berate you.... the reason I want to talk is because I want to hear why you want to be a huntress. I thought that was the reason to be a hunter to, learn how to control my semblance and be strong but..... that's not how I am seeing the world anymore." He told her softly while the line moved.
"I have no doubt you'll find a girl but after what happened during the festival, you just.... petered out and kind of stopped being competitive. Did you know..... some time ago someone made a lethal attempt at my life?" He asked of her while they moved, soon almost at the front of the line now before Ren continued. "I was scared... scared because I couldn't call for help, scared because I was alone, but most importantly.... scared because my enemy wasn't a grimm." He told her calmly while his left fist clenched and was shaking slightly.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 88 OOC:
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena rubbed her ear gently when he finally let go of it, though held onto the hand she'd tried to grab him with. As he brought up their parents not being there to help and elaborated on the importance of a work ethic, she huffed out. "I know that? I can't maintain a routine job while attending the school though. I have to go to classes but also have to do self-study and I am preparing to actually have a career, or at least a potentially stable occupation. But time isn't exactly infinite. And I don't want to be a Huntress. But, Beacon has the most information and practical studies available to help with our issue Ren. Besides, as much of a pain as I might be...I'm still your sister. I wasn't going to let you go off and be completely isolated from family for years." She moved with him as the line progressed as he brought up the festival. She was about to remind him that she'd always been easily hurt growing up and how much of a crybaby she was. But, what he said next sent a chill down her spine. For a long time, she moved with him in autopilot, stunned and disturbed far too much to speak. But, he eventually spoke up again and the full weight of it came crashing down on her and her knees buckled a moment before she caught herself. "I...I...What?! Ren...I..." She was at a total loss for words. That claim was very serious and terrifying. Had it been her, unless she could outpace whoever it was by jumping...she doubted she'd have survived. She was shaking just as much as he was, still unable to find anything to say. Instead, she hugged him close."I...I'm sorry Ren...I-I don't know what I can even say about that...i-it's terrifying to hear...I-I doubt I'd have survived that. It's one of the reasons I don't want to be a Huntress...the world is in shambles...yet there are people out there who are psychotic enough to want to push what little remains over the edge into extinction. Hunters are their biggest threats...so...taking up that mantle paints a target on your back. I don't understand that and I'm terrified of it. I'm glad you survived...but...now I'm even more terrified for you. You still want to become one after that?" ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 67 OOC:
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"You can definitely keep a routine job. Some places compensate for the school schedule with a flexible schedule. But if you are preparing for a stable occupation then that's good at least, which means you have a future planned. Also Beacon and Signal both kind of do the same thing." He soon heard her final statement and chuckled a bit before he shook his head. "I am glad but jesus I am of drinking age, moving away from the house was a necessity." He told her as he smiled before informing her as to what happened awhile ago. He let the words sink in before he was suddenly hugged by her, causing him to stop shaking before he looked back at her as she spoke. She spoke on he she felt about what he stated and listened on how being a hunter would be that dangerous. He remained quiet and walked with her as he placed his order for a platter of wings with steak fries and waited for her order. He walked with her over to a table before he spoke. "After how much time I've put in and the friends I've made... even the missions I went on, yes. I want to become a huntsman more than ever. I know what my goal is, and hopefully, if I meet that person again, I can show them how much I've improved." He told her while he sat at the table. His eyes looking out the window as he sighed. "The world isn't as black and white as we thought it was when we were kids.... people are finicky, humans more so." He told her softly.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 89 OOC:
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena walked with Ren as he placed his order, getting pretty much the same, though, she went with honey barbeque and the smallest batch size with a double of whatever veggie side they had. She honestly wasn't sure how much she could eat after hearing what had happened to him. She sat across from him before he began to speak, confirming he still planned on being a Huntsman."Just...please Ren, be careful." She looked at him as he gazed out the window. "We weren't that oblivious. We saw enough to know that by age seven. Ren. Please, promise me you won't go looking for a fight with that person. We may not always get along, but you mean the world to me. I don't want to lose you because you ran off to prove yourself. It's not worth your life." This was not going anywhere near how she'd expected. That bit of information he shared shook her to her core, to think she'd almost lost her twin...maybe to never even find out what had happened to him. Even the possibility of that happening was nearly world-shattering to her. She wanted to change the topic, but, didn't want to force it and it wouldn't really matter anyway. Whatever they chatted about right now would have that heavy weight behind it, lurking like some sort of creature of despair. There was no way this could become a normal meeting now. ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 68 OOC:
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Ren continued to look out the window as she spoke to him, asking for him to be careful as it caused him to softly chuckle as he smiled. He soon looked to her, a sad smile on his face before he soon said. "That's a promise I can make, but I can't lie saying I can keep it. The day the grimm broke into the wall, was the first day I actively felt alive.... fighting side by side with some shelled man who told me to go harder, to show how strong I was... and I was just testing out my new weapons. I can see the importance of being a Huntsman, and the joy it can give those who knows that their lives will matter in the end if they can just buy time." He told her as he chuckled a bit before shaking his head while she spoke about how they knew about it by age seven. When she asked him to promise to not go looking for a fight with that person, his hair hid his eyes while he looked down. He remained quiet for a solid minute before he spoke. "That is a promise I can't make. She made me realize that just my fighting style and determination won't be enough to save myself nor save others. I can promise I won't look for her, but I can't promise I won't fight her should the threads of our fate bring us together again." He told her as he lifted his head up, his eyes as serious as his ears were fluffy before he continued. "My choices have led me to here... and the fact she chose to spare me... when she could have slit my throat, means that we're bound to fight again, and I doubt she'll be merciful the second time. Rena, this is the real life of a Huntress and Huntsman, this is the real cost of us having to learn how to control our semblances. I knew that if I went in to try and gain better control of my semblance, I would be in it for the long haul. You can still back out before you start going on missions, and I won't judge you for it, but as a huntress and huntsman, our lives no longer matter to just us or to just our family... we matter to everyone we meet. Live or Die..." He stated before pulling out a can of beer and cracking it open. "I know that I won't run from the inevitable." He told her before beginning to pound his drink as the waitress came by with their food.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 90 OOC:
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena sat there, hitting her pen. When he told her how he felt fighting the Grimm at the invasion, it stung. She understood the importance of Huntsmen sure. But, everything was a sacrifice on their end. Including their lives. The noble hero who was lost saving a few farmhands who would never know his name, nor bother to learn or remember it longer than a few weeks versus those he'd leave behind whom he mattered to greatly. It was selfish, yeah, she knew that. Still, it didn't seem fair or right. But, he moved on to saying he could only promise not to go looking for the person."That's what I'm asking Ren. If she finds you...she might feel she made a mistake letting you go and I doubt she'll let you run. If she finds you, I expect you to do what you need to do to live. Just don't actively try to find her and hunt her down on your own is all I'm asking. I'm a pothead, but, I'm no idiot Ren, you know that. I'm well aware of the dangers of being a Huntsman or Huntress. But, we don't need to commit to that job. We can always drop out before getting our full licenses. I know the sacrifices the job demands Ren, and you will help many people. I have no doubt. Many people who either will never know you or never really bother to learn your name while leaving those who care immensely about you behind. Huntsmen's lives seldom end peacefully. I'm not trying to guilt you or anything Ren. It's just...all you hear is the greater good, saving, sacrifice...no one thinks about the other side of all of that. I want you to not go through with it. I'm not going to lie about that. But...it's your life. Not even your twin sister has any right to shift that from where you want it to go." At this point, they had their food and she was occupying herself with poking at it. She was doing well to hide the need to cry at this point, no hint at a single tear, but, Ren would be able to tell, like so many other things. The news of his near death and the revelation that he was going to throw himself headlong into the dangerous life as a Huntsman was tearing her apart. ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 69 OOC:
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Ren looked to her, hearing her speak her piece patiently as his eyes looked to hers, he could feel how hurt she was while he could tell she was unsure of it all. He closed his eyes, his ears picking up her words, their surroundings, taking in a deep breath for himself as he exhaled quietly before he opened his eyes to look at her calmly as she finished. He reached out, not to her hand, but to place his hand on her head as he smiled at her. "Thank you sis. I will intend to do what I need to, to live, but I have no intentions of running away from her if she finds me. I can promise not to go and look for her." He told her softly before he pulled his hand away calmly. "We don't need to, but I want to. I can still balance it with my partying life and we can still have fun even if you drop out, but I know what my calling in life is." He told her calmly before he looked to the window and out to the driving cars and the fauni and humans interacting with one another. "... I wouldn't care... even if they don't know who saved them, inside I know they are thankful to have many people die to protect them from the real monsters outside. Those who lost loved ones because they died from sacrifice or from being killed by heartless creatures... all I can think about is how I can help them cope. Having parties and cheering them up is all I can do... without getting my hands dirty and I have no intentions of leaving."
He told her softly while he didn't look at her before he took once of his chicken fritters and looked to her. "Right now, with the push to get connections with Atlas going, I'm intending on going on a follow up mission to Atlas to see what I can do out there after they have secured a safe travel." He admitted to Rena before he looked down and spoke one last bit. "I can't afford to live a comfortable life anymore Rena... not after everything I've seen as that was the second time I almost died. The first time I almost perished in a cave even with the help I had because someone deafened me, leaving me entirely motionless." He told her calmly while he took a bite of the fritter. "Life is going to get rough for us... whether we face it first or let it come to us down the line is what determines our fate and I intend on holding back as much danger as possible on the frontline... for you, mom, and Dad. And I'll do it while I'm getting hammered too." He told her with a confident smile as he pounded the beer quickly.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 91 OOC:
Ehmagawd. Just what had her boss sent her here for!? Among the three before her, two at first had looked to be sane. The woman was of the kinder, her words sparking curiosity on the serpentine description with a more gracious welcome possessed than by the other two. The whole green knight bit had her concluding who was who by then. Such conclusion allowed her a more subtle approach as her seat had been claimed by her, with a quick glance about at the choice of location for this meetup. Hm.... Quiet, confined a little from the lice and losers, subtle setting.... Thank goodness, considering they were sitting in a more private section of the place, and here she was, just barging into it on them, like she had no cares in the world. In truth, she hadn't been too sure if they were aware she was to be the one to arrive, or her boss. That was almost looking to be the case, considering as she had sat herself down, there was the other sane looking one suddenly hitting on her. "Ew. Cheek clapping!? Who even uses that turn of phrase...." Hiding a shudder of disgust by such an abrupt hello on his end, Nejina placed upon her face a bit of a cynic smile, before casually reaching down into her purse, rather than answering that vulgarity with a response... At first. The smile itself had the corners up a bit too wide, only showing the mere glimpse of her annoyance on being hit on by the curl of her nose. There were words prepared for such commentary, but before those words could get out, the food was on arrival. "Hmph. At least the intervention of the finer foods was enough to get him back on track." Only had his more proper greeting from him brought her out to finally speaking his way. "Perf. If you are the boss I am to speak to, two of you I am more than inclined to say hello to." Speaking in all politeness, her notion to ignore Oberon was obvious. His mere lack of speaking her way, and the dismissive body language was enough to read upon. What was the point of acknowledging their existence? "Since they don't wish to talk, I can always make their garbage can convenience a real thing." That was a temptation hanging in there, certainly. Keeping a professional profile was more important though. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet. Nejina Hakusai. Musical, if you wish to be technical on names and their meanings." Finally taking her hand out of her purse, she held what looked like a small rectangle in her hand. It wasn't until she had opened it up, and flicked it around in her grip, had it opened up into a butterfly knife. Grimacing, she had cleaned the inside of her nails as they had proceeded on talking about this "Miranda" girl. Hmph. That reminded her.... Someone's wool was stinking up the back of her hide out. Someone truly needed to get a better cleaner. These condolences they were spouting on about was nothing at all to her. What had sparked an interest however, had been Bashmu bringing up the tribe being a dying rumor of the past. Nejina looked up towards them, a flicker of recognition to this. She herself had almost joined into such a waste, but with nothing told aside from a letter, and a potential threat of walking to her death, she had left that letter somewhere in the woods. "Was close to joining, but the stakes were a bit ridiculous." Why take a letter to a f***ing potentially useless faunus she knew nothing about? She was still indeed salty on that having been a pointless test flung her way. Nejina however, had made no comment on it. What had set her off more, was the way Bashmu had began on speaking to them during the admiring set words of interests. "So that was what the lady had meant...." A bunch of stretched out S. Almost slithering. "Hmph...."
While money could have been interesting, there was something else on Nejina's perspective of things. While her boss was one to want money, she more personal on the ante. He was correct on knowing nothing about her enough. IT was only after he had gone over his plans at all, had she taken a chance to speak. "I have no need for money. What I want is something better.... Something... Wonderfully bloody." Taking her knife, she lunged it down hard onto the table with a heavy thump, cracking her mask of a polite lady. "What I want is for filth to be eradicated. If I join your little gang, do I get to have that chance to ensure the filth is nothing more than trash?" Not evening mentioning the fact she was speaking on faunus at all. That was something they were going to find out on their own, should she join. Another factor of Bashmu seeming to be a sort of faunus her way was enough to flash a more feral presence from her side of the table. "I have tried to join the tribe, but their antics on having me go to a creature was not worth my time. Money is lovely, but money doesn't buy true pleasure among more chaos and control in life as I please. I myself am but a butcher's assistant, rather fantastic with my delicate hands of death. So tell me pretty boy....." Fetching her knife, she had cut into the steak with a fork and knife, holding the piece towards him. "I cannot speak for our current companions, but I must wonder what you believe I truly desire~. Blood? Death? Justice or revenge? See if you can crack and indulge into my desires. Our lovely dressed lady, based on her choice of words, may be able to know which of those choices I speak of. Mmm~.... This steak is perfection~...." Passing a more friendlier glance to Tauriel, Nejina seemed more compliant to tell her the answers more so. "What does a girl have to do, to paint a room around her crimson, and dance upon the victory of fighting against one's haunting monsters~? What must a girl do, to feel her cold steel pierce the soft abundance of flesh, and rid one's habitual temptations of fighting against what nightmares dwell inside her soul? I more seek to justify my habits... To rid filth...." Turning her attention back to Bashmu and Oberon, her hand rested upon her knife, after swallowing down a few bites of steak. "Can a girl become one drowned in ecstacy by the thrill of the kill?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2021 3:24 am
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena simply prodded at her food now as her brother spoke, not sure if she had an appetite any longer."I know...I can't dictate your life. But, life as a huntsman...it means chances are pretty high you will die before I do. And...it hurts to think about. You may not care, think it's a worthwhile sacrifice. And I'm not going to judge you for that. But, I care and...To be honest...even if we still have Mom and Dad, it's always felt like I was just the 'Oh...there's another one' child. You're the only one I really felt connected to in the family so...if you go out there and die...I'm losing the only family I really have." She gave up on the chicken and numbly nibbled at her veggies for the moment, really just to have something to do at this point rather than out of a desire to eat. She felt him looking right at her and looked up as he smiled and knocked back his beer and all she could really do was offer a weak smile. He clearly had time to come to terms with what had happened to him. But, the shock was fresh for her and she was having a hard time seeing anything positive at the moment. Maybe in time it would be easier for her to manage. ╚═════════════TEAM: NONE═════════════╝ PC: 70 OOC:
Tauriel admitted to being an acquaintance to Bashmu while he would only give silence, neither denying or agreeing. Oberon however took that silence as truth. It was obvious even without her saying but it was nice to see these two gave straight answers... for the most part, were they were direct in their own quirky ways he supposed. They weren't rude, at least to him, and actually more professional than most of the clientele that employed him. Oberon looked over to Bashmu, a smirk beneath his mask, "Indeed, some habits are hard to kick. But this might just be in his nature." his tone of voice was professional, calm, collected but he did relinquish some modicum of ease with the two. Still, Oberon ought to be careful not to earn the ire of this woman; if her blade was as sharp as her words that'd be hassle even for him, but honestly he'd rather not deal with either.
Meanwhile Bashmu was having hisssss fun, Still kicked back in his chair, "Hm..." would be the only thing he would muster. A fanus? This wsn't really new per say but definitely a rare sight, "A fanus employer..." It was actually quite peculiar given the way they spoke about this Miranda character who Oberon assumed to be a Fanus as well, though he feared he might've been missing out on an inside joke. Nevertheless they would continue going back forth about Bashmu delighting in the flesh of women, while Oberon's feet swayed on his side of the table as he waited for the food he ordered, not really giving any of his input on the conversation, thats none of his business and not what he was getting paid for. Bashmu even commented on the girl who joined as well, "Pfft, none of my business at all. As long as I get paid." His food would finally arrive, to which he would remove his feet from his portion of the table to make room. At the placement of the food instinctively he would lower his head, silently giving thanks for the bounty of this food. He couldn't explain it if he tried but whenever he tried to overlook it, something would tug inside him, scratch even. "Is it you?" Oberon was amused remembering Tauriel statement just a few moments ago, he would simply repeat it with an slightly surprised but amused tone, "Old habits die hard." he might've underestimated him after all, "Seems even you have non-negotiables huh?" With that he would reach a hand near the back of his neck waving his index and middle finger over a specific area and pressing down. The bottom of his helmet gleamed a dim green for an instant before retracting by the sides and folding in on each other up to the bridge of his nose revealing his caramel skin down to the front of his chin. This half visor helmet would be the most they would get from him, as a show of good faith in their terms of agreement. He would never be so careless as to reveal his face or show any blemishes that might make them aware of who "he" is while he was... dormant.
The girl began to speak and Oberon made the mistake of stopping to listen to her before he began to partake in his meal her first comment seemingly like a knife at his throat, but that was okay. It was like a child to throw a tantrum and then try to imitate or mock the very adults they felt wronged by. At least this way if she actually was lead to imitate his example of ignoring her presence he wouldn't have deal with her. Oberon didn't really acknowledge her shade with any comment or body language, he did get a glance at her under his visor though. As she went on finally giving her name Nejina he had already began to dig into his food slowly. When Bashmu began to speak he silently listened to what Bashmu had to say taking a small sip of his IPA. To be completely honest; Oberon had no idea of the comings and goings of the underworld in Vale, if thats what they called it. He mostly just did the jobs he was hired for, he didn't tend to ask questions because they were always brief and simple jobs to him. What this sounded like was an extended contract of employment. Though, he had no objections if he was getting a steady salary, it would help him with his maintenance work for his weapon and enough money to not want for anything for quite awhile. Oberon didn't like the sound of having to constant associates especially if they were going to act like Nejina... but he supposed if he accepted he'd only have one employer and still have various jobs to undertake that kept his blood rushing, blade sharp, and belly fed. He put his fork down grabbing his IPA and taking a small gulp as he waited for someone to speak after Bashmu finished his run-down of his agenda. Of course the first one to speak was the child, at which point Oberon began to quietly eat again as she spoke. The table shook as she slammed her knife down into the table. Kesshin was in the midst of going for another scoop of his stir fry, pausing to let the table settle, "Great... Dinner and a show." he thought to himself sarcastically as he resumed his meal. Nejina noted that money seemingly didn't bring pleasure, "You just don't know what to spend it on girl." Oberon didn't understand Nejina, "She wants to be a garbage woman?" Why did it matter to her if trash did recognize they were trash? Trash will always be trash. Oberon couldn't claim to say he was trying to understand what she was talking about but he was sure she had her reasons, and some of the jobs he's had to do he was in no position to judge her ambitions too harshly. Nejina seemed to have a lust for carnage but even that differed between them; where as he was for the thrill of the hunt, she was for the thrill of the kill. It looked as though they would probably never get along but he wasn't going to be sad over it. Still, in his mind he was totally convinced he wouldn't be associating himself with her so he was going to do what he did best and mind his own damn business, he hoped she would continue to do the same.
After her little performance Kesshin waited looking up at Bashmu, "In my time here you can say I've built my career around doing my job and minding my own business, so I'm not too aware of many of the things you speak of. You could say I've been in my own little Fairyland." Finishing his plate he grabbed his IPA from the tabled and resumed his previous position of feet his side of the table, legs crossed, "On the matter of money, I quite disagree with that statement for most men. But, what was that other saying? Money talks bullshit walks?" He took another small gulp of his drink, "It sounds like you've thought about the general plan, it seems straightforward but in my career things rarely go as planned." paused for a moment, "Hmm, don't get me wrong, this sounds interesting thinking about it while I eat. You have my employment, that much I've already made clear. If you sought me out I trust you already have my terms of agreement? Nothing major except for the two stipulations." He was sure Bashmu seemed up on it because he didn't make it a habit to very well known to much by the lesser of the underground or general public, but perhaps he should go over it again. Oberon raised his free hand, signaling the first of his usual conditions "That being, one; I am free to to step away to handle my 'personal' affairs. Meaning I need to know where you need me to be in advance. If I am away and you try to get in contact with me on short notice its more than likely I won't respond. As soon as my matter is handled or there's a brief period where I can respond I will do so." Unfortunately Oberon was having a bit of a "property" dispute and at any time he could be gone for extended periods. He rose the second finger, "And two, following up on one, my personal business is my personal business. I don't much like to mix business with pleasure so not tabs. Now this used to just be one rule overall but... some clientele didn't understand that part so I had to separate them in two- I mean, separate the two." He his head slightly tilting over to his briefcase, "Thats about all I ask. Being paid is a given of course but you don't seem the type to stiff me. I can see being employed by you should be real interesting, given the company you keep." Those were Oberon's terms, they weren't anything new and for the most part Oberon was good sport even if he didn't play to well with most. He down his drink placing the the empty glass next to his suitcase. Wiping his face his masked forth attaching with that green glow and his voice being modulated slightly deeper again, "In short, should be fun."
Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 12:27 am
Cecil slowly walked through the streets, his mind rather addled as his left arm, now wrapped in medical tape rather than being held in a cast, slowly swayed by him. His thoughts were running multiple things at once, still processing everything as he remembered the words of his teacher about when to work things through with his emotions. His footsteps down the long street as he stared emptily ahead. He had gotten himself a small vase with blue roses that he carried in his right hand as he thought. 'Maybe.... something to go with the flowers... Mom always said candy would cheer anyone up.' He thought to himself as he slowed his stepping speed to look off to the right. It was a small candy shop, probably the closest one he could find as he looked around to see someone familiar inside the building. He turned on his heels as he walked inside, the small bell ringing above head as he tiredly look up at it. "It's a bit loud..." His voice sounded a bit low as if he had spent another night and morning feeling sad for himself about what happened. He hadn't found the right outlet to mourn his loss... and he was still trying to be an upstanding citizen to even interact with people as he slowly walked in, his eyes slowly scanning the store.
He could see various different candies all over, some more expensive due to their rarity from lack of imports as their replacements were being made in vale but at a lower quality. He walked over to the counter, ready to ask for assistance when he noticed the person in charge of the candy store, or at least the cashier. "Aren't you.... the person who was in charge of the pastry stand during Vale's Beach festival?" He asked her tiredly while he looked her up and down. "I can't... remember your name."
Semblance: Inactive|| Weapon: Reiterpallasch(Sheathed) || Currently Holding: A small vase of Blue Roses. Temp Gear on Hand: Backpack: N/A Post Count: 220 || Quest Points: 3 || Current Quest: Medicinal Class
Ren listened to her as she still kept on the topic about how as a huntsman, his mortality rate is much higher as she put it on her that it would hurt her. "Rena..... I do care. That's why I have to do it. Mom and Dad loved us both equally. You were just too absorbed in your life of weed and jumping from one love to another to realize that they are our net to keep us afloat. Even if I died, you still have mom and dad who would empathize with the lose regardless." He told her as he reached a hand out to pat her back gently and with a soft smile he soon said. "What you need is some work done though... a new weapon to help improve your fighting chances or maybe some partying." He told her as he finished his food while getting up, running his Lien card to pay off the current food bill before he spoke. "Come on, we should go for a walk sis." He told her with focused stare as he looked to the exit and began to ahead, whether she followed or not, he didn't mind it.
Company: Rena; Outfit: School Outfit; Team: DSHR! ; Semblance: Party Time! Status Effects: 0-Resist Aura(0/5), Electric Burning Fist(0/3); Burning Fist(0/3) Gear on hand: 8 Dust Slotted: 1 Purple, 1 White, 2 Red, 2 Yellow, 1 Orange, 1 Cyan 3 Large Dust: 1 Yellow, Light Gravity, Water. Backpack: 6 pack of beer. Weapon: Blasphemous Drunkard Post Count: 92 OOC:
