[Week 11, Day 4] [video]
. . . For those who are asking about employment, there's now a vacant position at the summoning shop.
[ Ill mood, Chrome is in an ill mood ( Read more... )
[ Ill mood, Chrome is in an ill mood ( Read more... )
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And as he closes his eyes now, he sees her, standing with her back to him. Sees the squirming discomfort, the tightness in her stance. Annoyance and disappointment and frustration which she is too sweet to inflict on others. He can feel it, when he puts his hands on her shoulders. The shivering tension.]
This is enough, Chrome.
[This. To have Chrome by his side.]
(( OOC Note: For those of you wondering what the fuck this is, Mukuro and Chrome regularly communicate this way in canon. ))
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[ Chrome materializes the trident and plants it in the ground. Mukuro, owl version, flaps contentedly against its perch on her shoulder. And Mukuro, human -- or, more human -- version is touching her, so she turns. Smiles. Pleasant, if a little taken aback: it has been a while since they've come here, hasn't it? Well, Chrome supposes that since they can conjure the image of whatever they wish even without a summoning shop, Italy can at least be glimpsed in their dreams. Their imaginations. And that's something.
And he's back and real and whole and warm against skin, with his fingertips over the straps of her white dress and beneath the ends of her hair. So it will be a good day, regardless of circumstances. Even if she is maybe slightly discontent. Slightly. ]
It's just that --
I lost my job.
I guess -- we'll need to set up business in Yomisato.
[ And by now she has told him enough about the general landscape of the city that she supposes he will know exactly what business they may best operate there. ( ... )
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[ Chrome would not necessarily deem herself a violent person. In fact, she is fairly certain that she is the opposite. She is not malicious, at any rate. When she meets people in this world, she wishes them no harm. Wishes them well. An important distinction. And so, yes, with her own independent pursuits, she would choose the least violent path, but when it comes right down to it, that is not all of what constitutes Chrome. For she and Mukuro are half and half. His energy threading through her veins, pulsing beneath her eyelid and under the hard surfaces of her nails.
Chrome's daily routine would only ever be half, at best, of Chrome. Ghosting through her days with pleasant, idle conversation -- that is no life. No meaning. No depth of bond. When she works with Mukuro, it is different. She swells, full-blooded, from her lavender iris to the inhalations of her chest. His caring words, their perfect little fantasy world which sheltered her during those nights and days when she had first left home. His touches, their touches, their ( ... )
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[ Like, she literally didn't have it, because, you know, the coins were just fabrications created by her Vongola ring. Herp derp. ]
I'll be okay. Mukuro-sama, Gokudera-kun, or Yamamoto-kun -- we've always worked in business in our world.
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Man, that stinks you got caught.
[And this business part got her interested. M might be interested in this.]
Um, what kind of business?
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I was forging money. I'm surprised it took anyone so long to notice. [ A sheepish look. ]
Business like . . . ah.
Overseeing shipments of goods.
[ And recovering stolen goods. And sometimes stealing them back. Maintaining or enforcing or creating power structures. Mercenary work. Assassinating people, on the worst of times, but Chrome preferred non-violence when she could get away with it. ]
I ah --
Weapons and things. Sometimes rival -- companies -- tried to steal them.
Mukuro-sama and I worked in infiltration.
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You...quit? Or were you fired?
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Yes, I lost it.
[ In her arms, the owl hoots and tilts its head at the Hitomi. ]
I thought someone might be interested in the position.
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Not manual labor per se.
It does require spiritual energy to summon things from one world to the other.
[ She considers. ] Dying Will flames, we call them. Chakra, in other places. Or ki. Do you have any powers, Mr. Lelouch?
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[No, he's not kidding, even if his tone makes him sound like he may be teasing.]
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The store is still open.
[ She wouldn't assume he was kidding, all things considered. ]
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... Another person it felt like he had kind of forgotten about after they made plans. No, not forgotten, but... Gotten sidetracked.
... Same difference. The thought's depressing.
That seemed to keep happening, and Allen's expression is a bit morose before he picks up the Hitomi to contact her. Er, this strange... thing held in hand.
It had been (and still is) odd, no longer using Timcanpy after having used a golem or earpeice for communications for it seemed years now. At least the buzz of audio from the Hitomi through his earring is still a little familiar.]
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Hello, Chrome?
[A pause, hesitating, because maybe he's reading a bit too much into a simple message. But he wants to know in general as well.]
...Are you alright?
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And she has been preoccupied by the sort of daze created by her own losses. So, not a good situation all the way around. But she does remember Allen. A nice-seeming boy, if memory serves. ]
Allen-san.
I'm -- not pleased about this thing, but I am all right.
Better than I have been in a while. And you?
[ Although, well, she certainly hopes he is doing better. Dead isn't a good fit for most people. With the possible exception of Jessica. ]
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From what I gather that's understandable. I'm glad you're doing well, though.
[There's a pause at her question, though. How much did she know about what had happened? ... Better to leave the topic be; either she knew and was being polite and not pointing it unnecessarily out, or she didn't know and there was no point in troubling her with it.
So nodding his head with a customary smile it is, then.]
I'm alright. A bit between jobs at the moment myself but well enough.
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