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| Out of the Frying Pan, into the Freezer; Luca and Geanna | |
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| :)Westborn | Apr 19 2018, 04:27 PM Post #11 |
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Continuing to rock slowly from side to side as the crackling jukebox began to break down into a guitar solo, Luca leaned back slickly from Geanna, one inquisitive eyebrow creeping upward. ”Do that mean yer stickin’ around? While yer at yer prettiest when ye smile, I can’t fully say wat essactly that means.” Without waiting for an answer, Luca led his partner into a spin, then a dip. While Luca would be the first to admit, he had initially approached Geanna in the desert as much for her looks as the necessity of having an additional Nen user on hand in navigating the Ziggurat. Someone that while potentially was useful, would also be ultimately something he could cast aside. As he looked down on the woman in his arms, the realization that part of him care for the woman dawned on Luca. More so than just a passing interest in an attractive woman. Luca felt a flush begin to creep up his neck, fully aware of the situation he himself had created. Straightening up with a flourish, Luca redonned his aloof personality with a smirk. ”Now Bright Eyes, wot is it I cen do fer you ta keep that smile around, nyah? There’s gotta be sommat that I might be able ta help ye out with?” Luca continued to sway with Geanna, his hands on her hips, casually discussing business or action rather than entertaining the idea of blooming emotions. ”Very least there’s gotta be somethin’ I cen do to try ‘n’ pull a favor from ya when I need one.” Luca grinned pleasantly down at the shorter woman, much more comfortable with his swagger filled persona between them. |
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| margrae | Apr 21 2018, 10:47 PM Post #12 |
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When Geanna thought about it, friends, adoptive family, lovers— For now, it really didn’t matter much to her which of those labels she can finally slap on Luca. She was just happy that someone was finally there for her. Someone to look out for her. She wasn’t alone anymore. And the promise was enough for now. “Yes, I’ll be around for a little while longer. I hope you don’t mind having this clueless girl around.” She said with a teasing grin. He spun her around and dipped her. “I don’t either. Does it matter?” she answered his second question with a smile. “Bright Eyes”. She loved that little nickname he called her. It gave her a rush every time he said it. The familiarity was a welcome one. But his question gave the girl a serious panic. What was it that she wanted from Luca? To be honest, she already received something so precious she couldn’t possibly ask him for more. With this gift, she’d be willing to follow Luca anywhere. But Luca was adamant about favor-to-favor transactions and he wanted her to ask him something concrete. Geanna was left in thought for a moment. What did she want to do? Before, her whole world was occupied with finding the whereabouts of her family. She still wanted to do that, but she didn’t have a lead at the moment. No sense of wasting energy running around like a headless chicken. What else could she ask for? Then the tattoo on her breast began to warm. That’s right. Bellona. She still had a promise to fulfill. “Do you know of any gangs that deal with female slave trading in the Seoulja Continent? Cuz’ I have a bone to pick with them.” |
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| :)Westborn | Apr 23 2018, 09:00 AM Post #13 |
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Luca’s easy demeanor shifted instantly at Geanna’s favor. He continued to move with a graceful ease as he led his partner, but his face no longer contained the inviting confidence it held a moment before. Sharp eyes scanned Geanna’s face, analyzing her in a new light. None looked for slavers without either the intention of buying a human life, or for settling a vendetta, and Geanna didn’t seem the type to value one life so highly over another. Luca had more than one connection to the underground, but wasn’t sure how Geanna would react in meeting them. The ones that still traded would see her as a valuable prize, even without knowing of her abilities. More important to Luca was the man who had left the slave trade behind. ”Grab yer coat Bright Eyes, this ain’t somethin’ we can talk about here.” Giving her hip a gentle squeeze, as much for his own reassurance as hers, the suddenly stern Luca let go of his dance partner, donning his coat and leaving more than enough money on the table to cover their drinks. Pausing by the door for just a moment to ensure she was following him, Luca stepped out into the frozen afternoon. Once Geanna rejoined Luca outside, he’d give a gentle nod as to the direction he intended to walk before heading in that direction. ”What yer askin’ ain’t essactly somethin’ easily taken care of. Most of them that know jus’ about anythin’ ain’t the type I’d take lightly. Enough that I was thinkin’ about not tellin ye anythin’. Also figured ye wouldn’t take a dead end with me as the end o’ yer search.” Luca’s eyes remained fixed ahead, hands dug deep into his pockets to ward off the cutting winter wind. ”I got two in mind that might be able ta get ya what ya need. But yer ta make me a promise, before ye do anythin’ more’n get information from ‘em ye let me know. I like ye enough to come to ye if everythin’ goes wrong and ye get taken, but I ain’t essactly keen on doin’ so.” It was as close as Luca ever got to giving a compliment when talking business. Without waiting for her to promise, Luca continued. ”One o’ ‘em is a former slaver hisself. He’s done his time, and continuein’ ta serve his pennance. He’s as reliable as they come. If he can’t tell ye who yer lookin’ fer, he can tell ye where you can go ta find ‘em. Him I can set up a meetin’ with by the end o’ the day. The other might take a trig bit to set-up a in person meetin’ but last I hear he were sellin’ information to whoever has the coin to pay for it. Give him enough time, he should be able to find whatever port logs yer slaver crew was keepin’.” Luca had very carefully not mentioned that the former slaver was a member of his own crew. One of Luca’s first recruits and among his most trusted friends. He didn’t know how Geanna would react to the information, or just how much of a vendetta she had against the men who were forced into that life. Luca wouldn’t lie about his crew members former professions, but he did intent to skirt the issue if it looked like a problem. Stopping short, Luca finally turned to Geanna, as much to address her as to finally read her expressions. ”If yer desprate I take ye to a slave den, but can’t say you’ll get much by way of information there.” An edge of compassion began to bleed into Luca’s authoritative persona. ”If ye don’t have issue with it, I’d say ya should meet with my mate tonight. If he can’t get ye what yer lookin’ fer, I’ll send ye to the hacker.” Luca watched Geanna carefully. Her reaction potentially meaning that she wouldn’t join his crew at all, at least not while Ubuntu was such a heavily relied on crewman. Already Luca’s mind churned out idea of how to sway her perspective in the event Geanna took a loathing to Ubuntu for the things he had done in a past life. |
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| margrae | Apr 26 2018, 04:43 AM Post #14 |
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As Luca instructed, Geanna grabbed her coat, put it on, and followed the man out the door. Geanna shivered at the sudden change in temperature but listened intently at what the captain had to say that needed to be said in a more ‘private’ setting. “You’re right about me not ending my search with you.” She replied at his assumption. “I made a promise to someone and I intend to keep it.” She declared, thinking of the poor woman she found half buried in a swamp, her remains showing traces of multiple bruises and cuts. Her soul refusing to find rest at the indignity she suffered. “I promise” Geanna swore as she was asked. “and I swear I’ll try not to get into any trouble.” Luca rambled on but eventually stopped and turned to her. His eyes seem to be searching for something. What-- Geanna knew not. “A former slaver, eh?” She was somewhat scared now but kept the fear out of her face. Slavers were dangerous people as exemplified by what had happened to Bellona, the soul she found in the swamp. They were a ruthless bunch and she had no doubt they would probably try to capture her as well if they had the chance. But, she had Bellona and Holler with her. She’ll be okay. She had confidence in herself. As for this former slaver, all judgments cast aside until she finally gets to meet the man himself. He was repentant after all. And everybody deserves forgiveness. “I’ll meet with him,” she asserts. “And thank you for setting this up.” Rewarding him with another smile. “I’ll meet with the information broker as well. You can never have enough data when planning.” “Its comforting to know that you worry about me, Luca.” She said softly, eyes cast down, a bit of blush staining her cheeks. “Its certainly… new.” She grasped for the right word to call how she felt. She kind of liked it. As much as he liked the man himself. She secretly smiled to herself imagining Luca coming to her imaginary rescue. No no no. She shook her head. she wasn’t absurd enough to actually get herself into trouble to have that scenario come true. And besides, she wanted to be of more use to Luca than a burden. Right then and there she swore she will not get Luca involved in this errand as much as possible. Though a tiny part of her still wished he would come along. Geanna shook her head once again. A woman’s feelings are so complicated. |
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| :)Westborn | Apr 26 2018, 05:24 PM Post #15 |
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Luca’s smile was a light one, as he looked downward at Geanna. ”Pretty eyes, brave as hell, ‘n’ altogether too good for me,” His inner conflict settling somewhat, more concerned over her opinion of his closest friend than her ability to handle slavers. ”It’s a bit o’ a walk ta me ship,” Luca stated, flagging down an approaching cab, ”Better ta get out o’ the cold.” Luca held open the door to the cab as a smirk spread onto his lips, the casual demeanor he had held in the bar cracking the business like posture he had adopted only a moment before. As the cab rolled away from the downtown area of the city, and meandered toward the air field, it wasn’t long before the Nomad came into sight. Huddled among other docked airships, Luca opened a single vault like door into the ships large cargo bay, the inner warmth bleeding into the cold as Luca held the door once more for Geanna. ”Captaiiiiiin,” came a false sing-song whine echoing from inside the ship. ”You’re letting in all of the chilly!” As Geanna stepped onto the ship, a head of curly brown hair, half of it pulled back from her face, popped over a small stack of boxes. Letting out a small squeal of excitement at the sight of a guest, the body of a thin teenage girl came into sight. ”Captain! You didn’t tell us you were going to meet such a lovely lady friend in the city! Seemingly befitting of her genuine smile, the girl wore a pink polka dotted dress, sharply contrasted by smears of oil across its bodice and a heavy pair of workboots. ”I didn’ tel ye I was leavin’ at all,” Luca stated casually, moving past Geanna and dropping his coat onto a nearby cargo box. ”Bright Eyes,” Luca gestured to Geanna, ”Curls, our resident sunshine.” Undeterred by Luca’s casual demeanor the girl’s face continued to glow with pleasant warmth, as she wiped her hands on her dress. ”Ariel,” she neary tittered, extending her somewhat cleaner hand to shake Geanna’s for a proper introduction. Waiting for the introduction to finish, Luca sat on the stack of boxes that had previously hidden Ariel and whatever project she had been working on. With casual patience that spoke to the length of their relationship, Luca spoke in a far lighter version of the authoritative demeanor he had commanded earlier when laying out the possibilities for Geanna to meet with Luca’s contacts. ”Ariel, Bright Eye’s has gotta talk with Ubuntu. Ya mind gettin’ ‘im ta the common room? Tell ‘im he’s ta be there in ten.” Sheepish excitement bubbled through Ariel’s entire being as she turned back to Luca. ”Captain, you know he’s probably already there playing cards. Just go talk to him.” Nodding thoughtfully as though the idea had already occurred to him Luca added, ”It’s about his od job. Jus’ make sure ‘e know.” A genuine concern reached across Ariel’s face as she looked from Luca, to Geanna, and back. With a dutiful nod, Ariel ran off, her heavy boots thudding across the metal flooring. Once Ariel had made her exit, Luca gave Geanna a quiet shrug. A hint of tiredness at the task ahead of them creeping into his posture. Well Bright Eyes, welcome to me home. The Nomad.” |
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