Character(s): Shantotto and Open to anyone else? Content: The Tarutaru black mage makes her enterance into Paixao. Setting: Joutenheim Gate Time: Afternoon Warnings: She is her own warning. :|
The gates, Death had long since discovered, were a fantastic place to get information. They were recognizable. People met here. True, Death had no hope of stealth - he couldn't, what with people noticing him all the time. They weren't really supposed to do that. He'd gotten used to it, though, and still stood by the gates, checking the network every so often.
Today, something on that network had caught his eye: Laharl's vassal needed help. If Death could find someone to fix her, he could. It shouldn't be too hard to coerce the gatekeeper to show him the records of those who had entered-
Well, it would certainly be a lot easier if said gatekeeper weren't running for his life.
Death watched placidly as the scene unfolded. Fortunately, it looked as though he was still off duty, at least for now. He addressed the diminutive figure entering the city, betraying no surprise at the comparison of her size to her destructive power (mostly because he had none). THERE ARE EASIER WAYS TO GET INFORMATION, YOU KNOW.
Finding herself being addressed, the Tarutaru looked up from her journal, a good ways up in fact, at Death, a curious glint appearing in her eyes. It appeared she was looking at Death himself. Of course, Shantotto didn't fear death in the least, much less any incarnation of it. She was intrigued more than anything else, but for the moment merely replied his remark.
"Well, no matter, I could have done worse. What's done is now done, it can't be reversed," she replied, with a shrug.
"As for information, what do you suggest?" Shantotto then asked, as she waved the journal in her hand. "This contraption, thus far, has provided little at best."
But it hadn't been completely a waste. Naja Salaheem was here and didn't remember her, that is, Lady Karababa, in the least. She was at an advantage and would certainly not let it go unused.
TRUE. He didn't feel the need to point out that it could have been avoided in the first place. At this point, it was a bit counterproductive.
THAT CONTRAPTION IS YOUR BEST BET, he replied instead to her question. LOOK FOR ONE CALLED TIMON. HE KNOWS A GOOD DEAL ABOUT THE CITY. It was understatement, but she'd soon see the details for herself.
This thing was really the best way to find out? Really? Hmm... Perhaps further investigating was in order in that case.
"Well, I suppose I have no better option to choose. I'll try your suggestion, and hopefully find some much needed clues," she said, tucking the journal for now under her arm.
There were other matters to attend to first, however. While he'd said that the journal was the best place to find things out, it was much more convenient when someone was standing right in front of you. If she was stuck here for now, she'd need to find somewhere suitable to stay. A respectable Taru such as herself wouldn't be caught sleeping on the street, after all!
"First, however, I need to find somewhere to stay. Also, be a dear and see if you can point me to the nearest cafe?"
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Today, something on that network had caught his eye: Laharl's vassal needed help. If Death could find someone to fix her, he could. It shouldn't be too hard to coerce the gatekeeper to show him the records of those who had entered-
Well, it would certainly be a lot easier if said gatekeeper weren't running for his life.
Death watched placidly as the scene unfolded. Fortunately, it looked as though he was still off duty, at least for now. He addressed the diminutive figure entering the city, betraying no surprise at the comparison of her size to her destructive power (mostly because he had none). THERE ARE EASIER WAYS TO GET INFORMATION, YOU KNOW.
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"Well, no matter, I could have done worse. What's done is now done, it can't be reversed," she replied, with a shrug.
"As for information, what do you suggest?" Shantotto then asked, as she waved the journal in her hand. "This contraption, thus far, has provided little at best."
But it hadn't been completely a waste. Naja Salaheem was here and didn't remember her, that is, Lady Karababa, in the least. She was at an advantage and would certainly not let it go unused.
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THAT CONTRAPTION IS YOUR BEST BET, he replied instead to her question. LOOK FOR ONE CALLED TIMON. HE KNOWS A GOOD DEAL ABOUT THE CITY. It was understatement, but she'd soon see the details for herself.
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"Well, I suppose I have no better option to choose. I'll try your suggestion, and hopefully find some much needed clues," she said, tucking the journal for now under her arm.
There were other matters to attend to first, however. While he'd said that the journal was the best place to find things out, it was much more convenient when someone was standing right in front of you. If she was stuck here for now, she'd need to find somewhere suitable to stay. A respectable Taru such as herself wouldn't be caught sleeping on the street, after all!
"First, however, I need to find somewhere to stay. Also, be a dear and see if you can point me to the nearest cafe?"
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