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unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2021-11-19 11:25 pm
unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2021-11-19 11:25 pm
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Let me tell you kids something
Who: Gokudera, Bianchi
When: A month after hiring the boys in Australia
What: The cost of doing business
"I don't know," she sighed at her sister, sitting at the window for her morning cigarette. "I agree some firepower would be useful but we start arming up, others will. I mean we could arm the sympathetic factions too, but what happens when there's an uprising and we tell England to fuck off?"
"England," Bianchi noted, doing her hair at the vanity, "would deserve it."
"Hnnn," she agreed, considering that. "I mean we're sufficient enough on the continent, not like they'll starve us out and shit, and the locals like some of us, especially us weird ass ones." People who'd started hearing music in their dreams and developed some odd...tendencies...but..."we'll lose a good chunk of the towns though." The technical slave owners, the miners...
"We need to find a way to mark those who shouldn't be harmed," Bianchi admitted. "Can you talk tp the elders? They respect you."
That had Dera snickering until she fell out of the widow seat, just...her, respectable and shit, "they just like the fact I can make the the bastards here hop to." Or something.
"You're violent at need," her sister corrected, "unapologetically. They respect that."
"Fine, fine, I'll talk to them. They should meet the new guys anyway," the elders near the town liked meeting and evaluating people. Their own version of 'are these people worthwhile or no?' she assumed.
That or they just liked serving weird ass bush tea to strangers.
"People would like to free here too, making their own work decisions, getting paid properly," Bianchi sighed.
"Got it all planned huh?"
"Could be good," she chuckled, touching up her lips next.
"Going legit and shit?"
"It's a strange new frontier, legit is what we make it!"
She stubbed out her cigarette and laughed, "I suppose, we could be the new Tortuga," or some shit. "Get your contacts going." That would still be months before they got enough weapons in but it'd start shit.
It was a calm day at the brothel, lunch was regulars, dinner was light, she felt perfectly safe in punching Yamamoto's shoulder and snagging Tsuna by the collar after final call, "with me boys." They were going out for a walk in the moonlight. Past the clapboard housefronts and away from the beaten road to pace out across the scrub grass a bit and past knobby, strange trees drawn stranger in the cast shadows. For all they could be strange neither man balked in the least to follow her, nor did they stumble. That was kind of nice honestly, "time to meet the locals, Seal Songline runs through this area, be polite and shit."
Where polite meant nodding to the man who melted out of the shadows somehow and pointed, a firelight dimly visible once they drew past him, "shoes," she noted simply, taking hers off and leaving them there before padding toward that distant light. If they'd been pointed then the way was safe and it was respectful to feel the earth. "I warn you two now, this may get weird as fuck, some people hear stuff, some don't. I do...Bianchi didn't alright? Just keep an open fucking mind."
In other words, don't panic as other seemed to melt into existence around them, Dera just nodded and settled at the fire, accepting a mug that was already being passed her way. "And what do you bring us Storm Woman?"
"Newcomers," she shrugged easily. "Ones we intend to keep."
Dera was speaking English. The Elder wasn't. It didn't seem to matter though as long as the boys were paying attention. Meaning was there in the air around them somehow.
"Not everyone is comfortable in storms."
"Yeah, well, story of my fucking life," she snorted, passing the mug to them next. "Sweet dreams boys." The tea could hit like a ton of fucking bricks honestly, especially the first time. She'd shake them back to themselves come dawn. Otherwise she was going to talk to the elders about her sister's plan to stop the terrible thing their town was. Sometimes being not so legal merchants via Bainchi's mother was a good thing.
Especially in the realm of gunrunning.
Dera had been more of a mind toward data collection, but even her blackmail hadn't saved them from their father's magnificent social spiral. Especially since they'd tried to go legit for Bianchi's engagement.
More the pity. They could have been utter terrors through most of the European continent. she was just glad Bianchi was getting her shit together again and pulling out of the depressive funk that landed her as nothing more than a house Madam. Mainly because Dera didn't want to run a town. Sure, take one over, but leading and infrastructure? Nah, not her style really, a fact the elders agreed on. Storms protected, destructively. They cleansed. No one in their right mind followed a storm into fury though.
Frankly the People were having a lot of fun watching her figure out what it meant to be Storm for herself, she was one of the outsiders after all. Something of an experiment in outreach, and she didn't think like any of them did. The locals had made the decision early on to hide, to watch, to gather information on these new arrivals, Mist they called it, and it hid hundreds of people out in the bush. Those that were 'employed' by the invaders were i most cases intelligence officers, or so Dera's brain labeled them.
Hiding was a decent tactic with a lot of the continent unexplored or 'uninhabitable' honestly, but they were interested to see what weapons could be procured.
Hell, it was a pleasant evening for her, even with the rain that started, light and warm, about three in the morning. The elders murmured at it though, which made her suspect it was one of the boys finding a song path themselves. There was more murmuring though when Tsuna opened his eyes, something powerful and flame licked in their depths.
Oh shit.
The elders shifted, then looked at Dera, "this one we will keep for a time."
"Why?" Bianchi was going to kill her for losing one of their own. Or semi-losing? For a time implied they'd give him back later...
"Sky. Sky needs training more than Storm or Rain."
"What the fuck is Sky?"
"...important," they answered cryptically.
Great. Shit. Yama was going to fight being separated from his friend tooth and nail too. Fun fun. "Make Yamamoto here Rain? Any hints on that?"
"They work well with Storm." Ah, there was knowing smiles at that. Interfering elders. Bah.
"You guys are going to be the death of me," she snorted, lifting her face to the rain.
"Better a stranger than our own!" Yeah, that got her laughing honestly. "So Tsuna goes walking with you?"
"For a time, he is not Seal but the Songlines can guide each other regardless. Sky can be understood as you understand when we speak."
Ah, so the translative ability was Sky? Probably minor at that given the immediate decision on their part. Wonderful. "Well...I'm sure he'll have fun. I'll tell the girls he flirts with that he's on walk about."
"Best."
Yeeeeeahhhh.
When: A month after hiring the boys in Australia
What: The cost of doing business
"I don't know," she sighed at her sister, sitting at the window for her morning cigarette. "I agree some firepower would be useful but we start arming up, others will. I mean we could arm the sympathetic factions too, but what happens when there's an uprising and we tell England to fuck off?"
"England," Bianchi noted, doing her hair at the vanity, "would deserve it."
"Hnnn," she agreed, considering that. "I mean we're sufficient enough on the continent, not like they'll starve us out and shit, and the locals like some of us, especially us weird ass ones." People who'd started hearing music in their dreams and developed some odd...tendencies...but..."we'll lose a good chunk of the towns though." The technical slave owners, the miners...
"We need to find a way to mark those who shouldn't be harmed," Bianchi admitted. "Can you talk tp the elders? They respect you."
That had Dera snickering until she fell out of the widow seat, just...her, respectable and shit, "they just like the fact I can make the the bastards here hop to." Or something.
"You're violent at need," her sister corrected, "unapologetically. They respect that."
"Fine, fine, I'll talk to them. They should meet the new guys anyway," the elders near the town liked meeting and evaluating people. Their own version of 'are these people worthwhile or no?' she assumed.
That or they just liked serving weird ass bush tea to strangers.
"People would like to free here too, making their own work decisions, getting paid properly," Bianchi sighed.
"Got it all planned huh?"
"Could be good," she chuckled, touching up her lips next.
"Going legit and shit?"
"It's a strange new frontier, legit is what we make it!"
She stubbed out her cigarette and laughed, "I suppose, we could be the new Tortuga," or some shit. "Get your contacts going." That would still be months before they got enough weapons in but it'd start shit.
It was a calm day at the brothel, lunch was regulars, dinner was light, she felt perfectly safe in punching Yamamoto's shoulder and snagging Tsuna by the collar after final call, "with me boys." They were going out for a walk in the moonlight. Past the clapboard housefronts and away from the beaten road to pace out across the scrub grass a bit and past knobby, strange trees drawn stranger in the cast shadows. For all they could be strange neither man balked in the least to follow her, nor did they stumble. That was kind of nice honestly, "time to meet the locals, Seal Songline runs through this area, be polite and shit."
Where polite meant nodding to the man who melted out of the shadows somehow and pointed, a firelight dimly visible once they drew past him, "shoes," she noted simply, taking hers off and leaving them there before padding toward that distant light. If they'd been pointed then the way was safe and it was respectful to feel the earth. "I warn you two now, this may get weird as fuck, some people hear stuff, some don't. I do...Bianchi didn't alright? Just keep an open fucking mind."
In other words, don't panic as other seemed to melt into existence around them, Dera just nodded and settled at the fire, accepting a mug that was already being passed her way. "And what do you bring us Storm Woman?"
"Newcomers," she shrugged easily. "Ones we intend to keep."
Dera was speaking English. The Elder wasn't. It didn't seem to matter though as long as the boys were paying attention. Meaning was there in the air around them somehow.
"Not everyone is comfortable in storms."
"Yeah, well, story of my fucking life," she snorted, passing the mug to them next. "Sweet dreams boys." The tea could hit like a ton of fucking bricks honestly, especially the first time. She'd shake them back to themselves come dawn. Otherwise she was going to talk to the elders about her sister's plan to stop the terrible thing their town was. Sometimes being not so legal merchants via Bainchi's mother was a good thing.
Especially in the realm of gunrunning.
Dera had been more of a mind toward data collection, but even her blackmail hadn't saved them from their father's magnificent social spiral. Especially since they'd tried to go legit for Bianchi's engagement.
More the pity. They could have been utter terrors through most of the European continent. she was just glad Bianchi was getting her shit together again and pulling out of the depressive funk that landed her as nothing more than a house Madam. Mainly because Dera didn't want to run a town. Sure, take one over, but leading and infrastructure? Nah, not her style really, a fact the elders agreed on. Storms protected, destructively. They cleansed. No one in their right mind followed a storm into fury though.
Frankly the People were having a lot of fun watching her figure out what it meant to be Storm for herself, she was one of the outsiders after all. Something of an experiment in outreach, and she didn't think like any of them did. The locals had made the decision early on to hide, to watch, to gather information on these new arrivals, Mist they called it, and it hid hundreds of people out in the bush. Those that were 'employed' by the invaders were i most cases intelligence officers, or so Dera's brain labeled them.
Hiding was a decent tactic with a lot of the continent unexplored or 'uninhabitable' honestly, but they were interested to see what weapons could be procured.
Hell, it was a pleasant evening for her, even with the rain that started, light and warm, about three in the morning. The elders murmured at it though, which made her suspect it was one of the boys finding a song path themselves. There was more murmuring though when Tsuna opened his eyes, something powerful and flame licked in their depths.
Oh shit.
The elders shifted, then looked at Dera, "this one we will keep for a time."
"Why?" Bianchi was going to kill her for losing one of their own. Or semi-losing? For a time implied they'd give him back later...
"Sky. Sky needs training more than Storm or Rain."
"What the fuck is Sky?"
"...important," they answered cryptically.
Great. Shit. Yama was going to fight being separated from his friend tooth and nail too. Fun fun. "Make Yamamoto here Rain? Any hints on that?"
"They work well with Storm." Ah, there was knowing smiles at that. Interfering elders. Bah.
"You guys are going to be the death of me," she snorted, lifting her face to the rain.
"Better a stranger than our own!" Yeah, that got her laughing honestly. "So Tsuna goes walking with you?"
"For a time, he is not Seal but the Songlines can guide each other regardless. Sky can be understood as you understand when we speak."
Ah, so the translative ability was Sky? Probably minor at that given the immediate decision on their part. Wonderful. "Well...I'm sure he'll have fun. I'll tell the girls he flirts with that he's on walk about."
"Best."
Yeeeeeahhhh.