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yinsukin:
Entheo
Entheo turned his head away, at last breaking the eye contact. "Yeah, I know I forget that sometimes...." he said, refusing to look the man in the eye. "Most people don't get to talk to their dead loved ones, but.... thats ok too. When someone dies, you don't really lose them, you just can't see them or talk to them anymore."
Entheo finally returned his gaze to the man. "When you love someone, you take on their traits, their hopes and sometimes even their very way of life. For me, I can move forward knowing that, even when I have to pass someone on, but everyone needs to find their own answer. Sakuyomi told me those kids weren't used to having death around and they are afraid of it, so I reminded them that people die. Maybe now they can work towards that."
The young man paused, placing a finger on his chin and said, "You keep talking about helping them, but you haven't told me how. How would you tell someone how to deal with their own mortality in a situation like that if you were me?"
Kotomine_Rin:
Lawrence
"Well, technically I'm not supposed to give details, but... well, it's just a rumor, but I heard a cult was involved in it."
He looked away in flusteredness, almost comically. Compared to the other one, he was a lot more honest with his feelings. That's why he could turn back to Entheo with a cheeky grin. I swear, this is the last time I do your job.
"How about we grind them to dust?"
yinsukin:
Entheo
"Is that your answer?" he asked, grinning at the professor. "You sure you want to drag some student into this problem? There is no guarantee we can pull this off together."
Bern:
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Marc
Impressive... is this how she crafts, or just a light show?
"Woah woah! Chill, it's all good. I'm just making small talk to get to know you better." He walked by Nep's couch and sat right next to her without the slightest hint of discomfort. It's not that he was playing dumb, being carefree was just in his nature. Why fight it?
He looked at her straight in the eye, like an equal. That was the kind of partnership that was best to build after all.
"I wouldn't go that far. I've fought a few times though, and I can tell you have a good eye. There could be some more money to be made down the line... oh, and I'll have a coffee, please. Black and boiling hot, no sugar. Thanks. But... you've done deals like this before? What were they like, if I can ask?"
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Neptune
Whistle...
Immediately after he made his request the blacksmith put her fingers in her mouth and whistled three times, but it was not aimed at him. In response to that The unimistakable sound of a coffee machine could be heard being turned on.
"Won't you just get more thirsty if you drink it black? It's quite dry..."
She leaned back into the couch as a small table appeared in front of them which she quickly put her feat on. It made her dress slid up though and reveal more of her thighs, hardly professional behavior. But that wasn't the point here...
"You should take your own advice, relax man, I just didn't like how you were dancing around the topic, staring like that is seriously creepy tho..." At this point the coffee machine made the sounds associated with it being done, and moments later a blue slime like think came out and was carrying two cups of coffee for them which it placed on the table.
"My old deals huh... Usually people from the underworld tend to talk tough, but all that dick waving is seriously unappealing, it's like they're compensating..."
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
Oh man, I didn't think I was doing that... He rubbed the back of his head and looked down like a scolded kid. He wasn't used to being the one making the deals, but opportunities were hard to come by lately. Even a guy only used to punch things needs to adapt. Still, her remark got a chuckle out of him.
"Heh, you got that right."
He took a cup of coffee and looked at it for a bit, or rather the reflection on it. No, it shouldn't be poisoned. He slowly raised it to his lips and savored the black concoction, letting the boiling liquid hit each and every one of his taste buds. He was glad, most people would give him a lecture after he came straight from the booze tank. The truth was, he didn't really care. Even cheap trhills like this were exciting, and he needed the buzz. The familiar bitterness felt good.
He relaxed his shoulders and smiled, the cup between his hands.
"I don't like boisterous types either. They're less like men and more like beasts, just gnawing at whatever's closest to them to show off their fangs. One good punch is all it takes, and then they're the ones acting like prey."
Their maws are even more brittle than glass, only good at making noise.
"I was wondering the kind of jobs they gave you though. I need to know if I can trust you."
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