MaraTwasHere
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“A foreigner, you know, not native or born in this country.” She scanned him up and down as he did himself before giggling. “Sure you’re real, but the tail thing isn’t.” Rocking back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet she stepped out in the hall a bit, looking around. “Wanna go to the office and ask?”
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She stares at him a long time, her hands still to her chest and knotted together. “B-But it can’t be real! It goes against every law of nature!” Sakura steps forward, examining the scaly tail with dark eyes. “The military? H-Ha! I hardly have any power like that. As a foreigner they won’t classify me as a citizen yet, I doubt they’d believe me. This is all one big joke, isn’t it? Mess with the foreigner–haha very funny.” She straightened herself, smoothing out her features seeming a bit upset she fell for such a kiddy trick. “Anyways, what class do you have next? Why are you hiding?”
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Blaise returned home, looking over the sky line that had the setting sun coloring it blood red. Black crows cawed as they soared across the red as black silhouettes. She sent another wave of energy, looking for something to break the wave instead of feebly letting their aura’s be swept up. No sign of the hybrid. She had become quiet. Blaise turned to open the back door to the small manor, hushing Pyralis as he whined.
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“Gah! It moves!” She shrieked, dropping his tail and jumping back a few feet.
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“Ya know, Cosplay.” She slowly steps in, picking up his tail from the ground and wonderingly running her hand over the scales. “Like, you dress up as your favorite anime character–Wow, these feel really real! What’s it made of?”
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Sakura, coming over her shock, giggled a bit at the boy who seemed to be more frightened of her than she was of him. Which was weird, she looked awfully normal she thought. With a whim of courage, she opened the school door but didn’t dare close it behind her or completely enter the class-room. Instead, she scanned him up and down with amused eyes before chuckling a bit. “Are you like a cosplayer or something?”
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“Yes, farewell my darling.” She called after the girl but her face were like snake eyes. Going up the staircase she entered her husband’s room as they slept separately. “Get up.” She said coldly, “Its nearly 2 AM and it seems no one will be leaving me alone for the night. Get up and decipher this.” She threw the packet of papers at him before leaving the room, her blood boiling at just the look of him. If she could divorce the horrible excuse for a husband, she long ago would have.
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“Very well, I will.” She sighed, feeling like she was making a grave mistake. Oh well, if all went a wry then she’d have Bonnie clean up the mess. She took the papers. “I suppose you’ll be running back pleased to tell your family that you’ve wormed your way into our gang?” She said smiling, as a tease.
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Mary sighed. What else could she say? “Fine then, Miss. Viollette. You are welcomed in our home. And will be treated like evry other member of our family until further proven that you are working against us.”
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“Oh?” She looked over the profile, reading what was in store for her family. “Useful information…But how can I know this is true, Miss. G? Do not forget your last name, the blood in your veins.”
Bonnie sat down across from him, taking a long sip from her tea cup. “So, you would like a position in the mafia? What is your last name? How can I know the people from your last gang are not trying to gain power by killing mine?”
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Mary raised a brow. “Oh? And what is this, might I ask?” She said, taking the forward. “Do come in,” She stepped aside, flipping the folder open.
“That would be my mother welcoming the guests. Yes, I’ve always remembered a face. What brings you here, Vinny?” She asked setting down a cup of tea before him.
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Bonnie frowned, remembering the name, ‘Vinny’. She turned and looked over at him, “Oh, yes.” She sighed. “You were that boy from my school.” She poured the hot water into cups, hearing the door once more she ignored it not daring to leave a boy unknown alone in the Zimbalti house.
Mary came down the stairs, hair piled on her head as she came to the door in a robe. Slamming it open she shouted before seeing who it was, “Who is at my doorstep at this hour!”
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She led him into the living room, not saying much. “Would you like some tea? You may cut the act now, Jasper knows not to interfere with my affairs.” She moved over to the kitchen connected to the living room, putting on hot water.
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The servant looked skeptical. “Bonnie did not have friends as a child. I-” “Jasper, its fine.” Bonnie walked down the stair case, knowing she should probably get rest after the long day of torture. “I’m prefectly armed.” She walked down to met Vince, “Come on, we’ll go to the living room.”
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The man slowly turned, “Bonnie? Yes, she resides here.” His eyes are cold as ice. “How do you know of her?”
Bonnie, hearing voices, moves over to the darkened cat walk to look down at the new comer with bright green eyes. She tried not to make a noise, watching the man as he spoke of her. Had he perhaps been someone from another mafia looking to kill off the Zimbalti’s torturer? They were about to find out.