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Who: Cissnei and Kaiba Seto
When: May 7th, Late afternoon
Where: Near the mall.
Summary: Cissnei promised to give the Elder Kaiba a weapon. Other conversations may or may not follow.
Warnings: Cursed to be Nice!Kaiba, The fact that this is strange in itself.
The redheaded Turk was curious to meet this Kaiba. He was young, apparently a self made businessman, and she had noticed, a bit rough on his dealings with people. That didn't bother her in the slightest, considering the things she did and the people Cissnei occasionally dealt with, he wasn't bad at all. Actually he reminded her more of Rufus ShinRa, the president's child and now Vice-President of the Company...But he had been civil enough to her, which was more than she could say about the blond.
A faint smile flickered over the woman's face, but disappeared after a moment. Right, this exchange would be fairly simple, first because the man was a civilian, as far as she knew, and secondly because instead of handing him her weapon, she was giving him a brand new one. Of course, she doubted the other would want to know that, but a Turk never parted with their weapons, ever. Her own handgun rested comfortably in its shoulder holster, invisible with the black blazer over it.
The woman halted not to far from the entrance of the mall, the gun case in one hand, leaving the other free. Now all there was to do was wait.
When: May 7th, Late afternoon
Where: Near the mall.
Summary: Cissnei promised to give the Elder Kaiba a weapon. Other conversations may or may not follow.
Warnings: Cursed to be Nice!Kaiba, The fact that this is strange in itself.
The redheaded Turk was curious to meet this Kaiba. He was young, apparently a self made businessman, and she had noticed, a bit rough on his dealings with people. That didn't bother her in the slightest, considering the things she did and the people Cissnei occasionally dealt with, he wasn't bad at all. Actually he reminded her more of Rufus ShinRa, the president's child and now Vice-President of the Company...But he had been civil enough to her, which was more than she could say about the blond.
A faint smile flickered over the woman's face, but disappeared after a moment. Right, this exchange would be fairly simple, first because the man was a civilian, as far as she knew, and secondly because instead of handing him her weapon, she was giving him a brand new one. Of course, she doubted the other would want to know that, but a Turk never parted with their weapons, ever. Her own handgun rested comfortably in its shoulder holster, invisible with the black blazer over it.
The woman halted not to far from the entrance of the mall, the gun case in one hand, leaving the other free. Now all there was to do was wait.