Victor Rodrigo de Asturias Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year
Victor slowed down on his Harley as he neared the restaurant. He spotted an empty spot near the front and simply fit his bike against the curb. He killed the engine and removed the key. Dismounting the motorcycle, Victor removed his helmet and walked inside. A dark colored sedan then parked across the street. The restaurant wasn't very occupied and that's how Victor liked it. As he walked in, the bartender noticed him and gave him a nod and Victor waved once in return. It was safe to say that, Matsuda's was his home away from home. He knew the owner and the groups of "friends" that liked to gather there. As Victor found a seat himself, a waiter came by and greeted him casually. "I'll have a steak, medium, please. For the sides, mashed potatoes and vegetables." The waiter was writing down the order when someone came and sat down in front of Victor at the table he was at. Victor looked at him curiously, a man in an expensive looking overcoat over a business suit. He was taking off his hat and shaking off the snow from it's brim. The waiter asked him what he wanted and the man asked for whiskey. Once the waiter left, Victor could see the bartender eying the shady looking man already, mirroring Victor's expression. "Who are you?" Victor asked him. The man smiled slightly, taking off his leather gloves and setting them aside. "That's not important. What I'm here for, is." He was an older man, perhaps in his forties. Competently built, telling by his shoulder width and neck. "I'm here because I want to offer you a job. I saw that your in the Academy and it's not uncommon for us to hire students into our firm." The man spoke, putting his hands on the table, one over the other. The whiskey was brought over by the waiter and a lemonade for Victor although, Victor didn't touch his. "Who are you with?" Victor asked. He didn't give off the cop look, he was too comfortably sly. The man looked down at his glass of whiskey over ice and took hold of it. "We are a informative firm, mostly dedicated in the acquisition and distribution of information." He said, choosing his words carefully. Victor looked the man over then at the glass. He turned to look at the bartender who was watching them in turn and gave Victor and smiling nod. Victor turned back to the man. "Like a newspaper?" Victor said, suspiciously. "Yes." The man responded. "I suppose it is like a newspaper, except we deal with information involving the not-so obvious. I'm talking about things like the supernatural." He said, moving the glass around, making the ice inside swirl. Victor put on a fake smile and took hold of the lemonade with the intent to drink. "I don't.." Just as he was about to speak, the man interrupted. "There's no point in playing that game. We both know what really goes on at the Academy. That 'gas leak' a week ago wasn't an accident and your not the average student." The man had let go of the glass now, his glare on Victor unmoving. Victor's own expression was more suspicious than ever but he moved to stand up and leave. "Sorry, but you got the wrong number, man." Victor said to the man, looking at the waiter looking back at him from the other side of the room. "Victor." He called out, stopping him in his tracks. Victor turned around to see the man put something on the table, they looked like pictures. He moved back to the table to see pictures of a storehouse on fire with Victor clearly standing inside. There was another picture of him firing Qi at the Fiend. The last picture was one of Victor, Ignazio and Alexandria under the bridge. Victor looked a bit more angry than before and sat down. He knew the kind of people the man worked for all too well and feared that they might hurt someone neared him. "Now, I don't like to resort to these kinds of methods but we need your eyes," The man said, his right hand under the table now. Victor knew what that meant. "What do you need?" Victor asked. The man looked relieved as he brought his right hand up from under the table and gathered the photos. He put them into his jacket pocket and pulled out another one. It was the picture of a young man, an academy student alike him but this one had red hair. Victor knew who he was but didn't say anything. "We need you to befriend him and find out more about him and where he keeps his equipment." The man said almost hesitantly. Victor looked up at him questioningly. "Equipment?" He asked. The man put away the picture with the rest. "Yes, anything he keeps locked away. Equipment, weapons, perhaps a sword of some kind." Victor nodded and sat back in his chair. The waiter had brought over his meal. As he left, the waiter gave him a look and Victor shook his head slightly. The man was busy pulling out a cellphone and putting it in front of him. "Even though you aren't a full fledged employee, you still get some of the benefits." Victor took the phone and began to look through it. "Well, as long as you've got dental..." Victor said grimly. The man smiled at the joke and looked as he was getting ready to go. "Call the operator and give her this number." He said throwing a slip of paper torn from some notebook somewhere. It had an eight digit alpha-numerical number. Victor took it and put it in his pocket. "Guard that number with you're life, the safety of those around you depends on it and us not getting out in the open." With that, the man lifted up the glass to drink and Victor grabbed his arm, stopping him. The man looked at him strangely then looked at the glass before putting it down. His expression changed to grateful as he stood up and put on his hat. "We'll be in touch." He said as he made his way out the door, touching his hat at the bartender. Victor looked at the glass of whiskey, smelling it. It looked as if he had made a discovery before looking to the bartender who gave him a shrug. Victor looked at his new phone with a sigh before putting it away.
Victor finished up his meal and put money on the table. He got up and put on his back pack. He had his helmet in his hand as he began to head out to the door. A pair of men wearing suits entered and Victor slowed as he saw who they were. They had tattoos, that ran down their neck which were connected to all sorts of designs that surely involved some sort of dragon. "Hey, Victor, we still on tonight?" One with swept back, medium length, dark hair spoke. He made a motion, punching the air two times as if boxing a shadow. Victor put on his deviant grin and nodded at him. "You better bring all you got, Ichiro. Mike Tyson's got nothing on me." Victor said as he headed out passing the men. He got to his motorcycle and donned his headgear. Quickly starting it up, he made a quick getaway back to the academy.
Victor Rodrigo de Asturias Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year
Victor and Alexandria arrived at the restaurant, taking a small spot aside from the street to park. With an easy stop and a kick at the stand, the motorcycle was grounded. Victor killed the engine and glanced over his shoulder at Alexandria. "Here it is. See it wasn't too far." Victor said playfully, poking at her previous look of uncertainty. She would have to get off first but Victor wasn't in any rush. He looked into the restaurant and didn't see more than half a dozen customers inside. Victor was planning what he would say if one of the knuckleheads he knew would say something smart about bringing Alexandria there. The restaurant was a good place to eat but doubled as a hiding place for less than shady figures that ran their "businesses" in town. Victor more or less knew them but often chose to keep his hands clean in exception to the fight nights they would have in the back. He would keep his eyes open nonetheless, looking about the people walking about or not. It wasn't hard to spot someone out of place especially when they stuck to one place too long, no matter for what reason. Even seeing the same person too many times in the same area was a give away. If someone wanted to do him harm, it would have to be at night or in the cover of the buildings which wasn't too hard to set up, considering they were downtown.
Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:52 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || Exwire
The ride over towards this part of town wasn’t long- perhaps only ten minutes but it felt long enough to the young Austrian. Perhaps because the chill weather made the inevitable wind seem rather nippy. To Victor it probably wouldn’t be much of a difference from their first trip, as Alexandria had once more held on tightly to him. Although not quite the death grip he experienced the first time around.
Wasn’t terribly long before the motorcycle came to a stop and rumbling of its engine died. Victor was almost toying with her about her nerves over this ‘fear’ of hers. It took a few moments for Alexandria to release her grip from around his waist and peer over his shoulder as if to confirm what he had told her. It wasn’t hard to miss the restaurant before her, a building of what would seem to be tile and glass, as well as the memorable gold lettering reading ‘Masuda’s’ above the doorway. From their spot on the street Alexandria could see there was maybe a handful of people within the place. “It was plenty far away!” Alexandria said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she lifted herself up away from Victor and his motorcycle. Swinging her leg over the vehicle to stand a short distance to Victor’s left. In a swift motion Alexandria unstrapped the helmet and lazily lifted it from her head to hand to her companion. With her free hand she combed it through her hair to help adjust it to a more “normal” state. For one reason or another hats and the alike always made her hair unusually frizzy- not unlike “bed” hair.
“Should I be surprised you frequent a place like this?” Alexandria asked as her looked back down to Victor, a smirk crossing her pink lips.
Victor Rodrigo de Asturias Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year
Victor smiled as Alexandria differed with him in regards to the trip. He took the helmet in his right hand before dismounting the motorcycle himself. As he moved to put the helmet into his back pack on the rear of the bike, he answered Alexandria's question. Did she not like the place? Maybe she thought it becoming of him. "What do you mean? It's an upstanding place! You'll see once you get inside." Victor said with a returning smirk as he had finished putting away the helmet and moved to Alexandria's side. Together they would head to the entrance and enter the restaurant, passing a small chalkboard sign that gave out the daily specials and a small announcement. "Hey, look Karaoke tonight." Victor said, pointing to the sign as they would walk inside. A small podium with an attendant waited for them on the inside who then asked them the size of their party and whether they preferred the bar or table. Victor asked for a table, assuming that Alexandria was not a morning drinker. The attendant then happily led them to the table where Victor gave way to Alexandira first and offered her a chair by pulling it out from under the table. Victor would then take the next chair closest to hers at the round table and sat down beside her. The waiter who quickly came to their table seemed to know Victor since he didn't ask him what he wanted to drink but instead asked Alexandria as he pulled out two menus from his apron. The black apron he wore accented his red vest and white dress shirt. The black tie that lied underneath the vest was a must for the waiter's uniform but the vest color varied from position and area that they worked in. After taking their drink orders, he would give them time to choose their dishes and come back when they were ready. The other people who ate at the restaurant spoke amongst themselves, some about sports and one conversation was surely between two people who worked at a hospital or clinic because they were wearing scrubs. Victor looked over the menu promptly before glancing over to Alexandria to see what it was that she wanted. Victor decided to change things up and have an Udon noodle soup with an egg and vegetables. It was light enough for breakfast and salty enough to satisfy his urges.
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:44 pm
Alexandria Elaine Ferdinand
Doctor || Knight || Exwire
Victor’s response was pretty predictable one. One where Alexandria only offered him a coy smile in return. The Spaniard had a point in that Masuda’s wasn’t a shady establishment where one might expect things like drug sales in the back or even bootlegging. It had a classy air that only ran “skin deep”. The restaurant had the curb appeal of typical downtown venue- but it wasn’t terribly extravagant nor particularly dingy either. It was these sorts of places that tended to attract some of the more interesting crowds.
The inside of the place was perhaps more spectacular than the outside- but had a simple elegance. They passed by a chalk board which entailed the different specials that were available. Victor pointed out a promotion for Masuda’s Weekly Karaoke Night. “You don’t sing do you?” Alexandria asked, her tone was serious with the slight notion of interest. If Victor were to look back to her he would of seen one of her quirky smiles that would only come about with something perhaps unconventional, unexpected but amusing. If Victor was infact some sort of singer or even someone with interest in doing that infront of people- it would be something of a surprise to her. As, the picture of such a big guy like Victor was singing something of an upbeat nature like any of the Kpop, Jpop or even some of the more upbeat toons would prove to likely be an amusing show. Just that image put a smile on her face. Wasn’t long before Victor had taken lead; answering the servers questions about the arrangements. Before too long they were being lead to one of the square tables. He then kindly pulled a chair out for her to sit at. Alexandria smiled at the notion, it was often something forgotten in today’s society. The boy chose the seat nearest to her. They weren’t left alone long before their waiter came to the name. He was an older gentleman and seemed to know Victor- well enough to not even bother to ask what he would like to drink. ‘You must frequent here, and I doubt it is just because of the food’ Alexandria thought to herself as she told the man she just wanted a cup of tea today. He would hand them the menus as well as give a detailed explanation of the morning specials before leaving them to peruse the literature. Victor seemed to have a pretty good idea of what he wanted; only taking a few moments to flip through the pages to make his decision. Or at least it would seem, she could feel his dark eyes observing her as she read the ever-so-fancy descriptions of some spectacular omelet or about luscious fluffy American style pancakes. Although if one thing sounded interesting today it would have to be one of their Beignets. Some considered it a desert- but it was to her it was good in the mornings as well.
Alexandria looked up to meet his gaze, “I know what I want.” She said, a smirk crossing her lips once more. In truth he hadn’t time to answer her question previously about if he sung. So Alexandria decided to ask him once more, it would be interesting enough, “So do you sing Victor?”
Victor Rodrigo de Asturias Fighter || Aria || Exwire || 1st Year
Victor watched Alexandria as she looked through the menu. He watched her eyes read through the items and think about her options. When she looked up and told him she knew what she wanted, Victor sat back and nodded with a smile. At that moment, their waiter came with their drinks. Victor had cranberry juice with a little dab of liquor and a cup of tea for Alexandria. Alexandria asked Victor if he sang since he had pointed out Karaoke night and had not answered thinking that she wasn't seriously curious. Victor looked at her a bit hesitant and smiled showing a sign of uncertainty. He pulled out the napkin and chuckled a bit as he flapped it, setting it over his lap. The waiter had heard this question and laughed as he sat the drinks in front of them. "Victor? He doesn't miss a beat when it comes to Karaoke." He said as he held his arms in front of him in a relaxed manner, looking to Alexandria. Victor was looking up at him in a betrayed expression before glancing over to Alexandria and shrugged, smiling. "I try." He said before picking up the menu hiding half of his face, pretending to look over the menu.
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:13 pm
Homura let out a brief sigh, the cab drive was not much of an entertaining excursion as he thought it would have been. As he tilted his head to the side he let out a brief sigh as he seen what appeared to be a Harley Davidson, he watched as the pair entered the fancy restaurant, he followed silently behind, giving the cab driver a more then generous tip. As the male took several steps forward, the hilt of his sword could be seen draped across his shoulders, as he looked inside he was stopped by a waiter, to Homura's displeasure took his job way to seriously. It took the crimson male only 5 minutes worth of bribing before he got himself a table next to his so called comrades, who seemed to be enjoying themselves to well. As the male sat in his seat, he sipped from the glass of water that had been presented to him.
As the male looked through the menu, he nearly scoffed at how expensive most of the items were on the list, half of which he had never truly heard of before, so he simply ordered a small garden salad, and a few dinner rolls, along with sirloin steak, as the waiter returned asking if there was anything else that he had desired, Homura simply replied. "Ah yes, well the individual over there- "He said pointing towards Victor who had yet to discover his presence. "- said he would cover my tab." Homura said with a calm expression upon his face. After which the male leaned back, the waiter seeming to understand the circumstances smiled, and went on about his business. Homura wondered how long it would take before Alex would realize that her crimson knight was merely two tables away from her, and ready to swoop in at a moments notice to rescue her from said villain known as Victor.
These sounds, followed by a couple yells and rising voices could be heard throughout the restaurant, and it all came from the back room. Ms. Matsuda herself would hear these sounds, and at this time the music began to quiet down before turning off, and the lights were starting to dim out. Those sounds were warning enough that the place would have to close early. The woman would try and usher people out of the room, however a sound she wanted to hear the least flooded her ears. The back room in the restaurant would open, however what came out of the room was not complete chaos. Instead was a man, about in his early thirties or late twenties wearing a grey coat and white dress shirt. He came limping out of the room with an arm draped over his shoulder. Helping the man walk was a teenager with black hair, grey eyes, and strangely enough a khakkhara in his other hand, using it as a cane of sorts to balance the weight of the other man as he carried him out.
"See Mamushi-san, this is why we don't have more than our fair share of drinks. You sure hit that floor hard."
The man was Mamushi Kigaya, a head adviser for one of the Japanese mafias in the area. More people from the mob began to walk out of the back room, soom with bruised cheeks or ripped shirts, smarter ones walking out fine. Negotiations went wrong in terms of who would have more men in the Matsuda district of the True Cross town. Mr. Mamushi thought that since his men had been in the business longer, that they would better control the area. Of course, Kazai, the leader of Black Regalia and the one carrying Mr. Mamushi out currently disagreed with his proposition. Unfortunately, when two people who represented their organizations couldn't come to a conclusion on an agreement on something that needed to be settled, things would escalate. And they did. At first it was nothing too loud or special, just a fist fight that broke out between all the men. Kazai hand picked his people especially, and knew they wouldn't lose. When Mr. Mamushi pulled out a gun, Kazai had to do something he'd rather not have done, and fractured the mans leg with two swift and strong strikes from his khakkhara. At that point the fight was called off, and Kazai saw that the restaurant was still open by the time on the clock. Lifting the man up off the floor, he'd put his arm over his neck to support him and lean his own weight on his weapon for his own support. He had to whisper a couple of threats to the man to get him from trying anything stupid, but in the mafia business you had to do what you had to do.
Guiding the man outside, he set him against the wall and waited for Mamushi's men to take him before walking back inside, still seeing some people standing around, some watching. He shrugged it off, it wasn't their business and nothing was really suspicious about it.
Still....Better safe than sorry.
He looked to Ms. Matsuda, who was extremely nervous and his eyes softened. The terms of their deal was that no harm would ever come to her business, and any harm that would come would be paid for right away. All Black Regalia asked was a place to hold their meetings, and free control over when the place closes. His eyes wandered around the restaurant for a moment. Just people looking confused.
"Excuse me everyone, I'm going to ask you all to leave. We're closing early tonight because of special customers coming in tomorrow. We need to prepare. If you haven't finished your food, you can take it to go. Thank's for coming, hope to see you again here at Matsuda's. "
Of course, he had to act as if he was staff to get people to leave. Nobody would normally listen to the guy wearing a Sword Art Online jacket, white T-shirt and jeans. Everything he said wouldn't even sound terribly rehearsed either. He made it up on the spot, and the words came out fluidly. Now all that was left was for people to leave.
-After thirty minutes-
He sighed, looking outside. Shame he had to make everyone leave so early. It was still a little light outside. Oh well. When he was about to turn around, one of his men came up to him and held out a letter to him. According to the mafia member, it came from True Cross. Taking the letter and opening it, he read the words before grinning a bit. So, that mission application had gotten accepted huh? Well, it was definitely an interesting job.
Crumpling up the letter, he threw it in the garbage on his way out before picking up his weapon of choice and flipping his hood on. After that would be a brisk jog down to the mission location.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 11:27 pm
Two weeks had pass by in what seemed to be a flash; in that short amount of time a lot had happened. The two hundred and eighty fifth exorcist qualification examination had ended after being interrupted by an attack on True Cross Academy, then there was the trial of all the half demons that were roaming the Academy grounds; also the death of the Headmaster Tavion Vega and countless others whom were on the grounds at the time during the attack. Within this short passing of time the memory of Victor’s face was slowly leaving his mind and the image of his lifeless hulking body had almost completely removed itself from his dreams. Ignazio was sitting at the third table near the window of Matsuda’s. Immaculately clean and neatly pressed, Ignazio’s uniform tapered his body perfectly. The crimson color of the six button European double breasted blazer and vest was over his snow white dress shirt, a blue tie was tied into a ribbon hung from his neck, while a red pair of pants covered his legs. Although something was different about the uniform now; the male was wearing a pin on the left side of his blazer. The pin was a signal of passing the qualification exam and being an official exorcist; a member of the Order. Chocolate shoes were hidden by the table cloth as the male sat staring out the window. His fudge colored hair and cereal crystal eyes reflecting back at him as he watched the rain tap along the glass. A burgundy menu sat across from him as he appeared to be waiting for someone to appear. Releasing a sigh, the male reached down for his small cup of coffee and picked it up delicately with his right hand by the handle of the cup while his left hand properly held the saucer underneath the cup as he raised it from the table and took a sip.
The wait did him a little good though; he was able to reflect over everything that had happen in the past few days, and the amount of training he was enduring due to passing the qualification exam. He was officially an exorcist, yet that didn’t give him anything other than being forced to baby sit the potential threat to the academy and the order of Assiah. ”He’s late.” Ignazio muttered as he lowered his cup back to the table with a light cling. He looked around the restaurant and watched the staff carefully as they looked back at him and then were yelled at for not working. Another sigh escaped his gently glossed lips before Ignazio looked up towards the door in anticipation of his guest; another person that passed the examination and would have endured just as much as he had in the last couple of weeks. ’Two weeks. I can’t believe it’s been that long. The academy was destroyed in a few hours basically and it took almost the full two weeks to rebuild it; not to mention this new side group that we were forced on. It’s basically like saying we’re still too young to take on high ranking missions. Judgment. I’ll show them judgment.’ Ignazio thought to himself as he leaned down and grabbed a tablet from his bag and activated it before looking at the context of it. Ignazio dragged his finger down the screen and read the information. ’Akemi, Titus, Joushi, and Alaric. This is a pain in the a** to have to deal with. Doesn’t help that my so called father volunteered me as a super baby sitter and put me on Demon Training duty. I don’t have time for any of them. Especially Alaric and his lame jokes. Although I guess they won’t be a complete waste of space and time if they learn how to use their skills completely. Those demonic powers can become more than weapons for anyone. Especially…his.’
Ignazio completed his thought and ended on an image of Titus and then continued reading the information to himself, taking a few moments to sip his coffee.
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• "Titus Fullbright." Joushi spoke, standing behind Ignazio Barthomeloi junoir. The pink haired Dragoon was dressed in soft colours, as was the Italian's usual style. Pale green jeans sculpted to long, slender legs and a pink, thick jumper made from the finest and wramest wool, that appeared at least two sizes too big, revealing all of a pale, feminine neck and the top of a whole shoulder. The straps of a singlet could be seen, along with a dainty white gold chain, its pendent hidden under the drooping collar of the jumper. The sleeves hanged low, the cuffs hiding all but the tips of pales fingers, their slender length glimpsed as the Dragoon walked, silver and white gold rings catching the light as they moved. "It is always welcome to see another to take the spotlight." Joushi smiled pleasently, green eyes shining and skin giving off a healthy sheen. It was as if the Dragoon hadn't just been under the stressful situation of a near execution at all. Soft pink lips smiled down at the exorcist.
"Apologies." Joushi began. "I just came to ask a favour - to pass my thanks on to your father. I hear the custom in Japan it is the responsibilty of the one who owes a debt to repay it. And that the one who is owed must not need to remind the other. However, I would just like to say, while it was a desired intention from the start, I look forward to repaying that debt to you and your family." The Dragoon's face turned serious just long enough to last a deep and respectful bow. Once straightened, the Italian's gaze became cheery once more. "Apologies for taking your time. We have not spoken for some weeks, so I believe you are still holding a grudge to my... miscommunication." Joushi gave a small huff of a laugh, referring to the months ago when the Italian accidentaly insulted Ignazio junior's idea of a Disciplinary Committee. "My apologies again. I'll not stay to disturb you."
Indeed, Joushi had not come to Matsuada's to seek out Ignazio. It had simply been a chance of fortune to find the handsome Barthomeloi sitting by the window, light streaming down and catching the Dragoon's green eyes. Joushi had entered to seek an outside table for Kit and master to sit and dine on a relaxed lunch together after having deposited a damaged sniper rifle to be repaired. Perhaps, should Ignazio truly appear disturbed by Joushi's sudden appearance, the pink haired Beast Charmer would go elsewhere to dine. Kit, meanwhile, was disguised as a dog outside the front entrance, resting lazily on her belly, a bandage, clean and freshly applied, wrapped around her left foreleg. While seen to for healing from the damage sustained from the battle of the Cram School, Kit still held a limp, the flesh still raw and mending. She still insisted on walking everywhere though, not wanting to leave her master's side. The recent events had made her weary - more than usual.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 12:19 am
Ignazio looked behind him and saw Joushi as he peeked at the information he had on the screen. The male clicked a button along the top of the flat surface causing the screen to go dark and then a sleek window like device was left in his hands. The male placed the tablet down as Joushi began to speak to him; he managed to finish the remainder of his coffee in that time but almost choked on it when his pink haired campaign began apologizing. The tamer forced himself to cough and beat his left his on his chest slightly before looking up at the Italian’s eyes. ”Oh, come on Joushi, it’s not even like that.” he said as he covered his mouth slightly before grabbing hold of his napkin from the table and wiping his mouth. Out of everyone in the academy, only a handful could manage to sneak up behind Ignazio and only a select few had the ability to make him nervous and spew coffee form his mouth; Joushi was one of those few people. Ignazio then motioned for the chair in front of him and the exorcist pin on his blazer shimmered in the light slight. ”It’s not a big deal; it’s in the pass. Besides, starting today you work for me as a member of Judgment. I was supposed to tell you earlier, but I figured you might still be resting. How’s Kit doing?” he asked as the napkin was lowered and placed on the table after being folded into a triangle.
A waiter came by pushing a cart with sweets on it as well as a pot of coffee and a kettle with tea in it. The male picked up the Tamer’s cup and refilled it with freshly ground coffee. Ignazio smiled as he looked at the cake and then pointed at it. ”Can we actually have two of the chocolate cake slices?” Ignazio asked before turning to look at Joushi as the cake was placed on the table along with a second cup of coffee. Ignazio waited a few moments before speaking again, he wanted to be sure the male was out of earshot since a lot of the information about True Cross and Demons would make him appear to either be crazy or apart of the whole Pandemonium scene; both options were not within Ignazio’s personal favorite group. ”As you’re aware your position as a demon was compromised because of me. I should apologize for that. Unfortunately my father overstepped his boundaries one day and went through my personal information I have saved on different members at the Academy. So, the fact your life was spared would have happened even without his help. I wasn’t going to allow you to die so easily.” he said as he began to add two cubes of sugar to his coffee and then a little milk. The tamer slowly swirled the coffee while he watched Joushi. ”As for joining Judgment, I made it known that I personally believe that out of all the candidates that didn’t make the middle class, you belonged on Judgment. You’ll be serving as my right hand still, hopefully you’re okay with that? Lieutenant Motisi.” Ignazio explained before tilting his head to the left and smiling raising the small cup from the saucer and taking a sip before setting it down.
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• Joushi gave a good natured chuckle, watching with slight amusement as Ignazio worked to clear his throat and settle himself. "I see," Joushi spoke. A slight bow of the head was given showing understanding and acceptance of the offered explanation. With a small 'thank you' the pink haired Italian took the offered invitation and sat down in the chair opposite Ignazio. Back straight, the Dragoon's posture remained tall and elgant, full of grace and higher breeding, yet the green in Joushi's eyes offered no form of arrogance, power, or even dominance, merely unthreatening acceptance and observation. "Thank you for your consideration. And, truly, I still should be, by my Doctor's words. However I feel the more I stay in that bed the more my muscles succumb to atropy." Joushi joked lightly. With a grateful smile the Dragoon reached out, hands revealing themselves from the shy depths of the thick sleeves, silver and white gold rings glittering in the caught light, and carefully took up the cup of coffee to enjoy a sip. Once the waiter had moved on, Joushi continued. "I feel Kit is even more stubbornly endorsing that feeling for she refuses to sit still. She misses getting her own food and enjoying naps in her favourite trees." The pink haired Beast Charmer lamented. "But she is up and well. It simply time, now, that will see her back to her best."
"Oh?" The Dragoon looked up, green eyes antentive, curious. "I fail to see how my capture was your fault. Ignazio." The teenager smiled. "Honestly, I had been wondering how long it would take them to finally realise I'm not as inheritantly mundane as they believed. It would have come out eventually - even Alaric, unaware as he was, had the truth laid out for him." Joushi, unlike many who came from Italy, did not talk with hand gestures, so the Dragoon's hands remained either respectfully resting on one's lap or to take up the cup of coffee. The dark beverage remained without milk or sugar - a sharp contrast to the pink haired teenager's strong sweet tooth. "Honestly, the moment I was taken by them I had accepted Death to greet me. I'll admit, I was a little... at a loss once released. As though to say, 'well. No what.'" The Dragoon chuckled softly, pink hair falling gently and shoulders shifting slightly with the sound. Ignazio's confession however, turned the Dragoon's amused face soft. "You would not have let them kill me?" Joushi questioned softly, sounding a touched disbelieving. "I... did not expect that. I would not have thought my current state to be worth the hassle." The teenager revealed. Green eyes feel to the coffee cup set before Ignazio, a sad smile on pale pink lips.
"Heh, all the more reason to return to my orginal goal - I shall remain to serve you faithfully. Sir Ignazio." The Dragoon spoke, referring to the human male with a formal title once again. "And... thank you."
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❝I am Beast Charmer and Dragoon. I am Heir to the very wind caressing you.❞
Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 1:29 am
Ignazio turned his head and blushed a little as he quickly picked up his cup of coffee and looked away from Joushi ”E-enough with the formalities, it’s just Ignazio. W-we’re fires I mean friends; we’re friends right. So just call me by my name. That’s all, don’t add the sir in front of it anymore. It makes me uncomfortable.” Ignazio said before quickly placing the cup against his soft fragile lips and taking in a big gulp of the sweet freshly ground English coffee. This action caused the boy to quickly put down the cup and then open his mouth with tears and continuously fan his tongue. ”Ow, ow, ow, that’s hot!” he called out repeatedly as he tried to ease the pain of a freshly burnt tongue. Both eyes were closed for a second while his tongue hung outside of his mouth slowly throbbing from the instant heat. As soon as the boy’s recently exposed tongue returned to his mouth he lowered his head and placed it on the table next to the cake and sighed. ”That was so not cool.” he groaned a little to himself before raising himself up and reaching down to his briefcase he had brought in with him and grabbing a white armband with the insignia of the group known as Judgment in green wrapped around the band. He handed it over to Joushi with a safety pin on top of it. ”That’s your armband. You see, all Judgment officers are required to wear them during any operation we go on, which include missions for the Order. Although with the launch of Judgment and being able to obtain police clearance on things, we might get a few strange looks, so for now you might want to keep it hidden unless you want to draw attention to yourself.” Ignazio said before leaning back in his chair, allowing his back to touch against the dark colored polished wood.
The tamer looked around for a second before turning of the tablet and the glass like screen became dark before a list appeared. Ignazio turned the tablet around and nudged it towards Joushi. ”Other than Headmaster Vega, a grand total of five hundred exorcists were killed in that attack a few weeks ago. Luckily all the students that were in the Cram School were able to escape and none of the normal students were on campus due to the rule change. All but one student that should have been in the Cram School has reported in. According to what I’ve been told, she’s missing. Her name is Naira Dimitriadis, I haven’t gone into her file yet, but she’s a Page, second year student and a member of Almedha House. Since the completion of the remodeled barrier and the school restoration, we haven’t had time to look into this. But I haven’t been given orders to pursue it. The only focus I’ve been given is watching all those who threaten the balance.” Ignazio said quietly until he got towards the end and began speaking as if he was quoting someone and wagging a finger in the air. During his explanation he tapped on the screen bringing up an image of the missing student and some basic information he managed to obtain through the school library system. Ignazio was still getting used to the new security clearance, although he has used it in the past but not for anything worth mentioning.
The male leaned forward and placed his left hand near the side of his mouth and began to whisper ”I think she was kidnapped, I don’t have proof, but there is a record showing she was in the library before the attack studying. The security cameras on campus go blank roughly an hour into our second exam while we were on Hanging Neck Island. So any information at the academy ends there.” Ignazio pulled himself back after he finished and took hold of his dessert fork and cut a piece of the chocolate cake with the smooth edge of the fork before picking it up and placing it into his mouth. Like magic the chocolate melted in his mouth, leaving behind a little of the icing on his lips. The perfectly whipped cream was savored until it too melted away. Motioning towards his napkin, the tamer dabbled at his mouth removing the icing and then looked out at the window towards the rain. He closed his eyes and in a swift motion his head moved back towards Joushi with blue piercing eyes staring at the boy. ”You know…it’s kind of cruel of you to treat kit like an animal. You know most humans can’t see demons, so even if you left her outside, no one would see her there, unless they have obtained a spirit wound or were a demon. To think, everyone calls me the Devil of the Cross.”
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Rune - Elemental Sight
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• Joushi chuckled, head bowing slightly in an attempt to try and supress the obvious amusement playing along the Italian teen's features. A hand lifted, lingers peeking out to shadow soft, smiling lips and the white of the Dragoon's teeth. "Yes, yes." Joushi chuckled, green eyes bright. The Italian was trying to settle, lips parting to speak but chocked by mirthful laughter as the sight of Ignazio fannin his tongue with tears in his eyes became too much. Slowly, after having shut green eyes away and head bowed forward as though to bottle the mirth, Joushi calmed, laughter, light and tinkling turning to the usual soft chuckles once again. "Yes, well." Jou giggled behind a fingle hand. "Cool, perhaps not, but definately cute. And I can never say no to cute." Lips pulled a little higher than the usual gentle smile, Joushi's cheeks were tinted with a light pink, warm from laughing. Joushi took another careful sip of coffee while watching Ignazio reach down to retrieve something. Head tilted to the side in curiosity, green eyes looked up to Ignazio to listen to his explanation. "Ah," Jou sighed in understanding. Placing the cup back down with the softest clink of cup on saucer, the Dragoon took the offered piece of fabric in one hand while the other carefully picked up the safety pin. "Thank you. I will do as you." With care Joushi folded the fabric and placed it down on the table, away from the cups, having no pockets or a bag to store it in. The safety pin was carefully speared through the cuff of on e sleeve of Joushi's pale pink alpaca jumper, the sharp pin tucked close until it was needed.
At the nudge of the device, Joushi shifted forward in the chair. With one hand, Joushi plucked up the device, scanning the list and recognising some of the names already. But why show Joushi this? The Dragoon lowered the screen, paying more attention to Ignazio than the list of the deceased, As Ignazio talked it became apparent that it wasn't the list but was missing from the list that mattered - this missing student who has not shown up anywhere. "Those who threaten..." Joushi began to repeat, a knowing smile coming upon pink lips along with yet another chuckle. "Their way of saying, watch the half breeds, yes?" Joushi tested. The way the Dragoon spoke the term 'half breed' sounded as if it was sour on the pink haired Italian's tongue. Truly, it had always been a subtle poke of insult to any half demons they met, though Joushi barely made it noticeable in enunciation. But now, it was quite clear that Joushi held disdain the term to some extent. "A test for you, too, I imagine. Especially if they are aware of our previous shenanigans." The casual way Joushi spoke, no-one passing by or listening in would think the Dragoon was mentioning their less PG moments together, behind closed doors. But as casual as Joushi had brought it up, so too was it swept away with the Italian's next words. "If there are any possessions of hers left... well, I think her scent may be truly wiped out by now. But perhaps, if she held a diary, there might be something there. I could ask around the less reputable drinking holes, see if there have been any girls by her description." The Dragoon sat back, properly regarding the newly brought up information with a calm face, not even looking up when a hand reached out and cleanly, neatly cut a piece of the cake with the fork, and ate it without any outward signs of appreciation. In fact, it appeared nothing could distrub Joushi's focus, until Ignazio spoke next.
"Mhm," Joushi settled the tablet flat on one thigh. "That is..." Green eyes stayed down to the table. "An old habit from Italy." An odd flag - Joushi never spoke about the time spent in Italy beyond casual comments. A smile and relaxed expression later, Joushi regarded Ignazio calmly. "And she much prefers the sun; keeps her furr healthy, you see." The Beast Charmer reassured. "She can sense my aura, so she knows where to find me if need be."
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❝I am Beast Charmer and Dragoon. I am Heir to the very wind caressing you.❞
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