Snippet #1786691

Renzo knew he was in favour of some of the people in the room but it didn't help the tension that was slowly building up. Matter of fact, the whole conference was familiar to the first meeting of the Commissione in Sicily, everyone shifty eyed, air heavy, and a few people cursing lives. The worst part of the Commissione is that a few years later, another mafia war came up from the earths and took to the streets, making the Commissione's efforts in vain.

The Italian stil didn't get the answer to his question as the prescence of others became known. Henry, the last person who had to introduce himself, was dressed oddly enough, like a posh englishman from the 19th century. His little speech was confusing at best. Demigods? Animanium? Great Grandmother's in Wombs? Renzo was confused and he didn't like any part of it; people knowing more then he did. It meant they had the upper hand and that meant power. "Midnight" was a word that had struck Renzo, an old Italian tale told to children not to go out at night or midnight will swallow them whole and make them dissapear. In truth, it was a tale meant to protect the children from any hits that would happen in the night.

Renzo wasn't sure what to make of Henry, the umbrella in his clutches was suspicious in least, but he needed to know everything Henry knew. Worst of all, he knew his last name, something the Italian never mentioned. Why did he know? Did Renzo's reputation exceed him? Henry's also making the mistake of doubting people, one that Renzo could honestly say in his experiance, never turn your back on anyone or they'll come back to kill you.

Jackson was shouting to the suitless man why the kid has been brought here and the old man wondered what was the kid's story. He's too mature for his age, like his grandson, but he had an air of...confidence around him as if he's done before.

The hell girl made her little speech and Renzo had a little pity for her. It wasn't until after a few seconds passed, his old eyes opened wide, and one angry thought was in his head. "You bitch!" Unsuited for Heaven! Those were his words! "You. took. my. words!" Then it started to slowly make sense. This sincere speech she pulled out of nowhere right after acting rude to make nice with others and persuade them to her being! If it was any other regular day Renzo would have been sure it was a coincidence but these were people like him. People with powers exactly like him and Renzo knew if there was anyone like him he would never trust them. It was a whole new level of suspicion unlocked upon this discovery. He cast a sideways glance to Gazelle and flipped the language of his thoughts like a switch from English to Italian.

With his thoughts locked, he turned his head back to Jackson, and twitched so subtely with the files in his hands. By the number of them, it looked like they could be proportionate to the people in this room, counting the odd black file. Renzo was so concentrated on that, he barely noticed Jack, regular Jack the Italian called him so he wouldn't mix them up and didn't even listen to a word Adele said.

Evan must have been thinking the same thing for he grabbed his file forcefully and burned it right in front of Jackson before saying something Renzo didn't catch. When Evan came back to his seat next to Renzo, he made his move and walked casually until he stood right next to Jackson, maintaining his good old composure people always loved. "If there is anything that you want to know about me, just ask." Renzo said, patting his arm. After two pats, the Italian rose the same hand to scratch his face, Jackson's arm following along, because of five invisible strands, with various folders. The one labelled "Renzo De Maggio" was snatched with the other hand, the invisible strands following the tips of Renzo's left hand had been let loose, and the old man started to walk away.

As he walked towards his seat, he needed to find a way to rid of it, since it wasn't just one page plus the fact he didn't have a lighter (not having smoked) Renzo came up with an idea. He pulled the waistband of his beige pants and underwear, and dropped the folder dead inside, held between an old crotch and underwear. When he sat back down was a silence of two seconds before Renzo broke it. "Ah! I forgot to ask!" The Italian said suddenly, took his folder from his pants, and tried to give it back to Jackson as he reached over the table to him. "So I can keep it?" Renzo said, pausing for a split second, before sitting down with the folder caught between his underwear, out of sight, and a satisfied grin on his face. It nearly made him forget about the fact that Gazelle could read his thoughts and that the remote possibility was there.

When he started to think of something to make sure that Gazelle actually could read thoughts; he made an off comment to Evan. "Need to bring lighters with me now." Yet he didn't hear what Evan had said back, he started thinking about what had aggravated his mind, and was brought back to his childhood. His thoughts turned back to english again; yet he didn't say anything. In fact, he was thinking numbers.

"1, 3, 7, 83, 56 and a half, 682, 9.34, 2765, 7698 and one tenth, 17,590.72, 30, 0.000000000008, 9,999,999, 1, 45000...." The old man continued thinking numbers, one way glancing to Gazelle to see if it had any effect on her, lips ilently speaking the numbers as well to track them so he wouldn't lose his train of thought.