Post by Bianca Sabbato on Jan 14, 2021 6:14:51 GMT -5
The day had been... Pretty uneventful, if I say so myself.
I woke up. And grabbed something to dress me with. There was... A black hoodie and a checkered skirt? Meh. Good enough. I slipped into them and went to take a look at myself in the mirror.
Looking fucking fantastic as always. Plus, my hair was getting longer, which was something I had been looking forward to. My dreads now passed my shoulders by a good inch or so. And I was also apparently going through some kind of growth spurt.
I measured myself against Nereida. Still far away from it. But I already reached the 148 cm mark! Damn, at things were going. I was sure to reach 170cm when I was 17 at least!
With a satisfied nod, I emerged from my small room.
A man and a woman were waiting in my living room with scrolls in their hands. I knew them pretty well, as they were the information gatherers. The ones basically in charge of intel and letting us know what the fuck was happening in our territory. And with our clients.
I half-heartedly greeted them as I made my way to grab something sugary and unhealthy to break the fast. And asked if there was something to do. I Was told that not a lot, to be honest. Things had been running out smoothly later, as far as they could tell.
The only thing they would keep their eye open for was an asshole that had asked us for a lease to buy us some weapons. Since, apparently, someone had been bothering him or some stupid asinine shit like that. And now the genius wasn’t paying his interests from the debt.
So they would try to call him and stuff. But if he didn’t respond or decided to be funny about it. I was going in and making sure he started paying... Honestly, it was a pain, probably just some middle-aged fool who wanted a shinny piece to scare off some street rats or something.
With this new information, I nodded at them and went to grab Nereida for the time being, retrieving the spotless spear from my room and propping it against a nearby wall as I thought if I really would need to use it today...
Like, how fucking pathetic you have to be to have to buy a weapon for a couple scrubs? And if you wanted the weapons so bad, well, pay the fucking price like a normal person! Geez. I was looking forward to a nice day of doing nothing. Maybe ask the boss for some sparring sessions...
But nope. I had to stand on guard in case this fucker decided to act up. So with a heavy frown and a can of beer in my hand. I decided to make myself a known presence in the old couch we used at my safe house. Stretching all over it, making sure no one else used it as I idly studied a manual on... What was it called again?
I turned around the book to get a better look. “Okinawan Karate”
Huh... I didn’t have the slightest idea of what either of those words meant. But the techniques displayed were pretty cool and sounded like they would make sense in practice. Plus, they had some stuff for faunus with long, powerful tails. So I couldn’t wait to put them to the test.
Besides, I was excited about some of the training apparatus they had in there. And I was damn sure I could build one of these “makiwara” with scraps from the nearby junkyard. I often went there in my free time. They always had at least some cool stuff to make my safehouse more lifely.
And, of course. I called the place my safehouse since it was the building where I had most of my stuff. And where I usually slept. But it was as mine as Nereida, or my books, clothes, and food were mine. Which meant it was all a lend from the boss. And he could take it all away whenever he wanted.
So more often than not, I needed to host some other family members and the like. Sometimes they were higher ranking and decided to boss me around until I got tired and told them to fuck off. Or, on the contrary, they were newbies, and I knew I didn’t have to clean the floor or make food that day.
Speaking of newbies...
-Huh... I-It’s Barbados...-
-Your name is whatever the fuck I decide it is!... What is it for grub today?- I called out in a tone. Like, for real. Kids these days... If it weren’t because I didn’t like wasting time in useless chit-chat. I would give him an earful. Not because it really bothered me that he corrected me, but that was how things were. You didn’t talk back to your superiors, after all.
He eventually emerged from a nearby kitchen. Carrying on his hands a small plate of...
Pancakes? Sweet! Looked like this boy wasn’t so useless after all! I watched him place the plate over a small coffee table we had constructed out of a big tree trunk and some boards. I glanced towards the cook and gave him my thumbs up along with a smile for the effort.
The boy (who was actually a little older than me, 15 or something if I remember correctly) blushed a little and flattened his yellow doggie ears against his head. He then returned to the kitchen after bowing lightly towards me...
Huh... Yeah, I guess that was a problem for future Bianca. But fuck that bitch. It was her problem. I was happy with going back to my book with no one to come bothering me...
-Bianca, heads up. The guy is refusing to pay-
And just like that, all of my hopes and dreams were crushed. Again. Hastily finishing my food. I turned towards the woman who delivered the message, the cutest of the duo of information gatherers and one of my superiors.
-Understood. Name? Place? Data?- I inquired while finishing up my soda in one long gulp.
-Actually. Someone else is coming to assist you. And should be able to take you in and out of there- The woman said. And this really caught my attention. The way she said it sounded like it was someone I already worked with before.
-Sophie?- I asked with a hint of a sparkle in my eyes. Hoping she was my partner, one of the few humans in the band who I knew I could trust with my life...
The woman, nevertheless, shook her head in negation. So apparently, it was someone else. I couldn’t hide my disappointment. But held my head high all the same, even with a small pout from my part.
-Then who is it?... Truncheon? Ambrosia? Telaraña? Don’t tell me it’s fucking Shades...- I questioned, naming the possible candidates in my personal order of preference. But once again, I was rebutted time and time again by the shaking of her head.
This didn’t leave a lot of options left, to be honest.
Bloody hell, don’t tell me it is...
The sound of a key turning into the front door drew our attention immediately. And from there. Emerged a figure a little taller than me, a tad bit older, and with some stupid, pretty pink hair that clashed horribly with her annoying personality.
Yep. Russet Bruin. As I live and breathe. As if this day couldn’t get any worse.
-...Well. Look what the cat dragged in...-
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