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Leo Reynolds

"I have to fix this world somehow."

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a character in “This New Generation”, as played by twi-twi

Description

L e o R e y n o l d s
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R O L E
The Officer


A G E
20 years old

G E N D E R
Male

A P P E A R A N C E
Leo is often called handsome by the ladies around town. And those men that go that way. He has soft, shiny onyx colored hair that he grows out to a little past his eyes, and he lets it stay however it wants to go after he brushes it. His eyes are a deep brown color that, at first glance, could be mistaken for black. Those eyes are an almond shape, hinting at perhaps a Native American descent. His face is made of many sharp angles and is quite chiseled. His cheekbones are high and pronounced, again hinting at a Native American descent. His jaw is very square and pronounced as well, often giving him a serious and strong look. His skin is a wonderful tan color, close to mocha but not quite there yet.

Leo has quite the sculpted body. He kind of has to in order to be an Officer. He takes great care of his body, and the effort shows in his attractive physique. He is very muscular from all of his training, those muscles hard and toned. Many are intimidated by his musculature combined with his intense face, thinking him to be scary and brutal like all the other Officers. Leo is a semi-average 6 ft 2 inches, taller than some and shorter than others.

Leo's clothing usually consists of some pair of jeans he can scrounge up and a cotton t-shirt. Either that, or his Officer uniform. He tries to keep his hygiene and cleanliness up, as he dislikes the filth that tends to build up. He is quite tidy with his clothes, getting them mended or replaced when ruined and taking out all the stains right away. He is sure to bathe regularly, and even cleans the dirt from under his nails. Other men make fun of him for this, but he feels it is more respectable to be clean than dirty. Besides that, he is trying to clean up the human race, and he cannot do that while being dirty himself.

Other than that, Leo often smells of wood and a workshop, being that he secrectly has been making a boat. He has no idea though, due to his lack of sense of smell.



A F F I L I A T I O N
Good

S K I L L S
Leo is quite good with construction and building things. Basically, he is quite handy. Also, due to his Officer training, he has become skilled at shooting guns, but only pistols and rifles. He also has some hand-to-hand combat skills, though they are more brute strength than technique. Leo is also multilingual, speaking English, Japanese, French, and ASL.

W E A K N E S S E S
Leo has a soft spot for all children who are orphaned, or have to work in order to help their struggling family, often risking his job to help them. He fears becoming anything like his mother, gold-digging and selfish. His real weakness is probably the Inventor, as he would do anything to protect her from harm, even if it were to harm or kill him. Leo also has a crippling fear of becoming sick due to his brush with the Baby Plague. Finally, Leo is deaf and has no sense of smell, cutting him off from most signs of danger.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Most people find Leo quite cold and harsh when they first meet him. This is because he has trust issues due to all the wrong he's seen people do. Everywhere around him, he sees corruption. Even in the law. This makes him very untrusting of the human race as a whole, and he will be blunt and curt with all those who speak with him, not opening up at all. He is quite matter-of-fact in the way he speaks to most people.

However, to those who get to know him, Leo is a different person. Underneath his hard exterior, he is quite kind and caring. He is selfless, and thinks of society and others far before he thinks of himself. He is extremely protective of those he loves or holds close, the only one right now being Ayase. He also feels pity for the poor or orphaned children and will also let them steal things or stay with him, or take some of his stuff, regardless of the possible punishment.

Leo is quite the noble soul, saving those who need help and protecting those he loves. He is quite humble about all this as well, not seeing any of these acts as something to be praised or even followed, just seeing them as something that needed to be done. He truly just wants to contribute to society, and help pull it out of the hell that it has sunken into since the apocalypse. Due to this want, that he feels is his duty, Leo is often seen with quite a solemn look on his face. He doesn't usually show happiness, and even if he does, it is merely a small smile or chuckle. He is quite reserved in his ways, and doesn't often show much emotion.

That is, unless you anger him. It may take a lot to get Leo angry, but once you do, you will regret it. Either that, or he will. Once angered, Leo turns from a quiet man, to a roaring beast. He often loses complete control when angered, his rage consuming him. Afterwards, he comes to regret losing control like this and is often quite ashamed of himself.

Leo is a slight neat freak, making sure that he is clean and well put together, and that his room and home are clean as well. This is mainly due to his fear of getting sick again, after being hit with the Baby Plague. He avoids anything that could possibly be infected with anything, and washes his hands often. He will not use a fork that fell on the ground for two seconds. He will not touch food if it has touched the ground, or if it is a day away from its expiration date.



H I S T O R Y
Leo had been part of a rather poor family when he was born. He never knew his father, because his mother had killed him to get the insurance money and to steal the social security money from Leo. He had lived in poverty and grime, and that is how he caught the plague at the age of four. He managed to struggle through the plague and survive, but it cost him his hearing and sense of smell.

When he was a teen, Leo watched as his mother courted a rich man and got him to marry her. He secretly witnessed her murderer the man she had married as well, and began to feel a deep hatred for his mother. Yes, the money they got as a result was nice, but he hated that it came at the cost of another man's life. It was then that he vowed that he would change the wicked ways of the world. It was also then that he became interested in the rest of the world, wondering what their culture was like. So his dream of travelling the world began.

However, his mother forced him to become an Officer, crushing that dream and forcing him to stay in the place he hated, just so she could take his paycheck. However, he secretly taught himself to build many different things and became quite adept at it. He started building himself a boat to sail away from his mother and job to help the rest of the world.



O T H E R
He also has a dog named Akira. (Shown above)

Never Too Late- 3 Days Grace
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
And I have left alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

The world we knew won't come back
The time we've lost can't get back
The life we had won't be ours again

This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
It's not too late, it's never too late

So begins...

Leo Reynolds's Story

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The sun was just rising over the horizion, and even though it was still so early, Ayase was already climbing around in the small, steam powered machines and fixing a loose gear. She knew she had to work fast, as once she had it back in place she had only seconds to get out. Her left arm, still wrapped from a steam burn from the last machine she fixed, was reminder enough to get out and get out fast. Ayase's face was had streaks of black dirt on her face, and she knew she'd look like hell when she got home to Leo, who would fuss over her then make her eat something. Ayase smiled at the thought of her father-friend, a thought that always helped her get through the day.
Ayase looked up, fixing the last piece and booking it out of the machine, slamming the door behind her as it roared back to life. Smiling to herself, she wiped the sweat off her face, leaving more streaks of oil and dirt. Going back out to her normal spot on the assembly line, she resumed putting lids on bottles of glue. Seeing one that was both a deformed bottle and a lopsided lid, she slipped it into the pocket of her jacket. There was a dollmakers shop on her way home, and she'd stop and give it to him.
Ayase worked diligently and quickly for the next 11 hours, her 12 hour day seeming to never end. At 3 pm, she got off her shift and put her apron away, pulling her hair out of the ponytails she normally wore and letting it flow freely.
As she walked toward home, Ayase looked at the doll shop. Even though she was 16, the dolls still looked so beautiful for her, and she would love to have one. However, she had to help Leo pay for the house and groceries. Gingerly, she stepped through the door. A metalic pinging noise made her jump (not hard to do) and as she walked up to the cash register, she reached into the pocket of her jacket and set the deformed bottle of glue on the counter. Shyly, she smiled, backing away slowly. This had become a routine. Ayase would find the deformed bottles, and she would bring it to him. Never once would she say a word, she would merely walk in, jump at the bell, set the glue down, and smile. As she left this time, Ayase paused to look at one of the beautiful dolls. It was a small doll, she could wrap her thumb and pinkie around the middle of it, and it had beautiful orange hair and green eyes. Gently, Ayase touched it's hair, letting out a small "ooh" of amazement. She turned, blushed when she noticed the shop owner watching her, and headed for the door again. She turned once at the door, and took a deep breath. "I'm Ayase," She said quickly before running out the door and down the street.
Coming to Leo's house, she knocked four times in rythm before entering. It was out of habbit more than necessity, seeing as how Leo wouldn't be home for an hour still. Ayase sat on the couch, pulling out a notebook and scribbling down a new blueprint. It was a clothes making machine, powered by electricity, made to make life easier.
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Leo Reynolds

Crunch, crunch, crunch.
All Leo could feel was the sound of his footsteps on the gravel. Town was pretty quiet in the early morning. He rubbed his tired face, the stubble along his face scratching against his hand. He hadn't had time to shave that morning. He woke up a little late, and had to rush to be on time to work. Never wanted to be late as an Officer. While the Officers may be "above everyone else," there were still people higher up on the ladder than him. He couldn't afford to lose his job over that, not with Ayase in the picture. Where would she go if they were to lose their home? There was no where else for her to turn. He was all she had.
With that thought alone, he felt the drive to walk straighter and perform his duty. But it was relatively quiet on his rounds that morning. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, more people began to come out. As he was eating his lunch, he saw two kids whispering to each other, casting fleeting glances at him and the grocer nearby. He sighed to himself. What was the world coming to, when children had to steal to survive? It reminded him of the stories he had heard of this ancient land called Sparta. Truly barbaric in nature to him, yet so was the world he lived in. He casually walked past the children, who immediately became silent, and he dropped his lunch on the ground in front of them. When he turned back around to walk back to his place, the children and the food were gone. He gave a slight smile to himself. At least he was helping somehow.
The day waned on and the afternoon came, evening coming soon on its heels. That was when he got to go home. But not quite yet. He continued to make his rounds, ending up in a more recluse part of town. He made his footsteps silent, keeping his eyes peeled. This was usually a worse part of town for crimes. Then, he sensed it. The feeling that he wasn't alone in the streets. He slithered over to the wall, pressing himself against it and looking down the way. A man was holding a knife to another man's throat. Adrenaline kicked into Leo's system, and instinct took over. He ran for the attacker, tackling him to the ground while simultaniously knocking the knife from his hand. He wrestled with him for a bit, earning himself a punch in the lip and eyebrow, resulting in small cuts. Eventually he managed to cuff the man and stood, looking to where the victim had been. He was gone now. Leo sighed. He wasn't surenif the victim had been more afraid of him, or the mugger. He hated the negative connotation Officers had. Officers were supposed to be hero's, not figures to be hated and feared. He shook his head a bit. Nothing he could do but bring the mutter in to the jail.
When that was through, Leo's shift was over and he made his way home, weary from a hard day's work. The cut on his lip and eyebrow had scabbed over, but he had never wiped the blood off, so it still streaked his face in 2 thin lines. "Hey kiddo, I'm home!" He called out, figuring that Ayase would be home before he got home. He went to the living room, seeing her on the couch, sketching. He walked over and patted her head, then sat on the couch next to her with a heavy sigh. "How's the burn, kid?" He asks her, looking over the teen for any new injuries.

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Leo had just been ready to relax with Ayase nestled against him when she noticed the cuts. The moments he saw the medical supplies, he scoffed. "Honestly, this is a bit much. It looks worse than it is." He swatted her hand away when she tried to clean his wounds, taking the supplies from her and placing them on the table. "No. We are lucky enough to have that much, let's save it for a real emergency." The tone in his voice was stern, showing that there would be no argument on the subject. What was said was to be followed.
When Ayase said that he should be more careful because she worried about him, he was taken aback slightly, and would have protested had she let him have the chance. He was quiet and reserved, like a child who had just been punished. When she mentioned the glue, he looked up only long enough to give her a disapproving look, then looked away again, his eyes troubled. He shrugged slightly at the rest of her speech. "Okay." Was all he said, a response he usually gave when he really hadn't absorbed any of the conversation because he had a lot on his mind. "I'm going to wash my face off." With that, he stood and went to the bathroom.
When he got there, Leo looked into the mirror at his face. He was right, it did look worse than it was. His own disapproving eyes looked back at him. He hated that he was a source of stress in Ayase's life. He was supposed to be helping her, not making things worse. He sighed and splashed water over his face, gently scrubbing the areas with blood until it came off. After he was clean, it was shown that the cuts were miniscule, no more than a centimeter each. After he was done he walked back to the living room and sat down. "Head wounds bleed more than regular wounds." Was all he said, staring at the wall before closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He had worked so hard to keep stress away from Ayase, yet here he was causing it all along.

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Leo had felt the warmth of Ayase against him once again as he fell asleep. The time where he was most at peace was when he knew she was safe, it was the only time he could really sleep. Otherwise his sleep was restless or just didn't happen at all, which was never usually good for his health. Those were the moments where he started excessively cleaning, those hours that he got home before Ayase and he worried for her. He knew his anxiety over her was bad, but he couldn't help it. So, it was a comfort to feel her against him as he drifted off...
Leo was wandering around the house. He knew that Ayase had been here just a minute ago, she had been with him. But he couldn't find her now, and it was dark out. He stepped out of the house and began roaming the streets of New Penn for her. He wandered aimlessly, after searching the factory and doll shop. She was in neither place and he was beginning to feel quite frantic. He called out her name over and over, but she didn't come running. That was when he heard the scream. He started springing toward the sound, then discovered a man standing above Ayase's limp body. The man then turned, and Leo saw his own face reflected back at him with a sick smile on his face.
Leo gasped, waking suddenly from his sleep. Of course it had been a dream. He couldn't hear anymore. Or smell, for that matter. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, seeing the sweat through his shirt. He would have to wash the shirt at least twice. He then turned and saw Ayase wasn't with him and it felt as if his heart stopped.
He got up and searched the house, finally reaching the kitchen and seeing her. He let out a sigh of relief, going over to her and ruffling her hair. "J'ai eu le rêve de pire. Vous étiez allé et je ne pouvais pas vous trouver n'importe où, puis je me suis réveillé et vous étiez allé." Without thinking, he had spoken French to her. Then he hit his head with the palm of his hand. "Sorry. What I meant to say was, I had a bad dream that you were gone and when I woke up, you were there."

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Leo watched her lips as she spoke and his eyes softened toward her. He walked over to her, putting his hand to the back of her head and bringing her forehead to his lips, kissing it softly before pulling it into a hug. "Oh hunnie, of course I do. You are the younger sister that I never had." He pulled away slightly, holding her at arms length from him and looking into her eyes. "Why wouldn't I?" He gave her a soft smile and one more hug. "Come on, forget the food for a bit, let's go for a walk." He put his arm over her shoulders and led her toward the door.
They walked outside, and he regretted not getting her a jacket first. He looked down at Ayase. "Are you warm enough? We can go back and get a jacket if you want." He continued walking in the streets of New Penn with his sister figure, keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of danger. He was determined to protect her.

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Leo became extremely attentive as he felt Ayase tense up and looked down to see her say, "What's that?!?" He looked down the alley, adrenaline coursing through him. "I don't know. But you aren't going to find out." Leo scooped Ayase up into his arms, carrying her and running down the street and away from the alley. He would protect her. Nothing would harm her, so long as he was alive.

Eventually, he burst into the dollshop and put her down, panting slightly and looking at the people who were already in the shop. "I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." He said, looking to the people and keeping a protective hand on Ayase's shoulder, keeping her close tto himself. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?" He asked, looking to the shop keeper.

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He ate in intent silence, focused on little but the task before him. Like everything else, eating was for him a task, something which he did because it kept his body alive, functioning, and in excellent condition. He exercised for the same reasons, and took no joy in any of it. The taste of food, he scarcely noted, though it had come to mind that what he ate now was more palatable than what he’d had before. The coffee had been foreign to him the first time she’d placed it in front of him, but like everything else, he simply accepted that she was not endeavoring to kill him. That in itself had been hard enough, and for several days, he’d refused to eat or drink anything, too wary of poisons and drugs to force himself through the motions of consumption. He might know nothing of flowers, but he knew that plants could be used to make toxin.

The walk to this unknown ally of Chandra’s was mostly silent, but he didn’t even take notice. His life was mostly silent, and he didn’t mind that. He did spend a great deal of time observing his surroundings, though. It was something he was unable to stop doing any longer- constantly assessing the world about himself for signs of danger. He could climb atop the roofs from there, escape that way if he was cornered. This and that mundane household object would make for good weapons, smart enemies would ambush from behind that fence or from out of that shadowed alley. His shoulders periodically tensed, the tightening of his muscles invisible under the long, dark coat he wore from shoulder to mid-calf, collar turned up against the slight chill in the breeze. He catalogued and memorized everything he could, which was quite a lot.

Even so, he didn’t miss the spirit of the place, either, the dirty children and the threadbare clothing of their mothers and fathers. The world-weariness in the teenaged girl standing at the corner, regarding everything around her with dull suspicion. She forced a smile when she caught him observing, but he shook his head minutely and looked away, leaving her shoulders to slump and her form to sag against the façade of the nearest building once again. It smelled of smog and apathy, but even this place was better than the one he’d grown up in. Everyone here looked as though they at least slept under a roof every night, but that wasn’t enough. The idea that anyone could look at this and see that the world was as it should be prickled beneath his skin, prodding him to a slow-burning anger that smoldered only intermittently in his eyes, when he forgot to hide it.

They reached a small storefront, and Chandra led the way through, greeting the proprietor with a smile. She bade him remember his ‘manners,’ and he supposed there was no harm in it. Why it was that a few mere words could put people at ease he did not adequately comprehend, but she had assured him it was often enough. As it happened, however, this man cut to the chase, drawing Vincent’s attention from the shelves full of children’s toys and back down to him. Red eyes and hair, more slender than muscled, probably armed with something, but overall, not a fighter. A present threat, but not a particularly-egregious one. That was fine; Vincent knew well that it could be the innocent-looking ones that moved most effectively beneath notice.

His potential reply was interrupted when he caught the sound of footsteps headed for the door in. He removed himself from the direct path of the newcomer before she even arrived; there was a potential for stealth in that quiet tread that was not presently being utilized.

Indeed, when a young woman swept into the room, casually greeting the dollmaker but cutting herself off when she noticed the strangers, his eyes locked onto her presence immediately, and he tensed just slightly, tracking her movements unerringly. This woman was nothing like her friend. There was something in her demeanor and the way she moved that immediately alerted his instincts. Threat. At least if he wasn’t careful. There were times when Vincent was more wary, prowling animal than man, and such could often be the case when he recognized danger. Not so much to himself- he was quite confident in his abilities- but in general. It was the acknowledgement that he was now in what appeared to be another predator’s territory. He found himself overcome with the strange desire to fight her, though not to the death- just to see how good she was- if the skill lived up to the aura, so to speak. It was not an urge he had often, and that was more than enough to make him both wary and curious on its own.

She settled at the desk, apparently relaxed, though he wasn’t fooled. He did manage, however, to return to himself, and contemplated his words for a moment longer. “Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me,” he answered truthfully, still carefully toneless. “My name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” He kept his words intentionally vague. He wasn’t going to reveal more than he needed to until he knew this man was interested, and perhaps until the woman was gone.

Of course, at that moment, the door burst open and a man shoved his way inside, a girl perhaps a few years his junior in his arms. If he’d been a normal person with a normal understanding of such things, Vincent probably would have thought them lovers. As it was, he knew of sex but not of love, and nothing about the situation seemed to suggest that. He was more than a little irritated at the intrusion, but he supposed this was a public location and this Smoke must have had acquaintances. He chose to remain silent, scanning them both over without any indication whatsoever of his feelings on the subject. The man was clearly a warrior, though he did not present with the same predatory air as the green-haired woman did. The girl was no fighter at all, and he gathered from the man’s words that she was for some reason his charge.

Whatever was to happen, he would let it happen before he could continue further, and Vincent slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat. He was armed, but the pistol was not in his coat pockets. He doubted he’d need to fight anybody, but he was always prepared to do so. His fists were simply more than adequate.

They always had been.

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"When the door opens, are you the one who stays or the one who leaves...?"



Amusing. It was the perfect adjective that Chandra could use for the current situation she was in. The rather spontaneous decision of hers to visit the doll maker's store had stirred quite an amount of people. She would not admit it to Vincent that her true intention was just for her mere amusement of taking a morning walk. Well, there was also the after thought that she wanted to procure some new dolls to take home with her. On the other and, Vincent seemed to be brooding too much for his own good even more so with his declaration to her of taking back what was his. Regardless, he needed to relax from time to time in her opinion. Adding to that, there are instances that a seemingly innocent gesture was the only trigger needed to jump-start chaos. Her ash green eyes fluttered much like an undecided butterfly on the various guests that had unwittingly entered a spider web of choices. In her own way, she observed them with fleeting interest.

However before that, Chandra had cast her eyes on Vincent. She was glad that he at least tried his best of interpreting her lessons about manners. As such, she had a rather proud smile on her lips. Nevertheless, she had noticed those eyes of pale mauve flicker ever so slightly with calculation and wariness. It effectively reminded her that he was truly intent on this plan of his. If that is the case, she would honor her pledge to him no matter what the repercussion it would have on her existence. After all, it was better than her monotonous life that could be compared to a world without color. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she opened them once again and her gaze stayed on the arrival of green-haired girl.

Recalling through her memory banks, Chandra had dragged out a fact that she is a friend of Smoke. She had seen the girl on different instances when she would grace the store to buy some dolls. At the same time, she had heard of certain gossips from the residents in this area whose hobby is to fabricate a story for their own twisted fantasies. Although, there are the occasional truths among the multitudes of erroneous information. Her name would be Kana. According to the rumors, she is an incredibly strong fighter and is a leader of gang that had earned quite the reputation. The odd fact, she seemed to be well-acquainted with the gentle-mannered doll maker. Well, there are lot of curious things in this world. It is why she believes the unexpected are the best things in life.

Noticing the slight rise in tension, Chandra opted to lower it down at her own pace. Vincent had delivered his reason for coming here. Since she had brought him here, she should take an ounce of the responsibility. However before she could speak her words, the sound of the chime echoing at the front door took her attention. This time a pair of guests were presented before them. It was like a scene from one of her fairytale books of a prince and helpless princess running towards the sunset. As such, it brought her a rather cheerful smile. But as soon as the older man spoke, the spell was dispelled for her. It gave her a sense of disappointment but it was easily replaced with curiosity as the damsel-in-distress she had labeled in her fantasy tale seemed to know Smoke as well. Then, there was something about the glue. At the same time, the two appeared to be in a hurry to get away from something. She wondered if something had happened outside.

In any case, Chandra saw this as her chance to ease the unfounded tension in her opinion reigning within the quaint store. Adding to that, it was not terrible for them to have a casual conversation with each other. After all, one could only gain allies with dialogue which are with words and the other with physical altercations. She has no problem with either the two, although, it would be quite damaging to the dolls all beautiful displayed in the store if the latter was to happen. In any case, she took out from her pocket a small pouch with contents that seemed to allude those who were seeing it. After doing so, she presented it to Smoke with a warm and courteous smile.

"I will be asking for a favor for you to listen to Vincent. As such, shall we have some tea everyone? I brought some Chrysanthemum extracts for us to enjoy together."

Her statement was not only directed to Smoke as her eyes also traveled to Kana, the older male, and his charge. She even took the opportunity to alleviate the girl who was being protected by the older man with much dedication. In her vision, the said man was like a Knight. At that thought, she faced the two and delivered a polite bow.

"My name is Chandra. I owned the Paradiso Flower Shop. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please do not mind my over-brooding friend here."

After stating that, Chandra pointed at Vincent with casual humor. She knew that he would not mind her gestures as he had been quite used to it for the past weeks. Moreover, she wanted Vincent to have allies rather than mere pawns. If his goal was ever to be reached, his companions should not only be there for their own personal vendetta but also for his sake. Adding to that, she wanted to see him a bit more festive and this must be the key to unlocking it.

"You have your Knight right here before you. He will certainly protect you." Chandra commented as she pointed at the older male with a warm smile. "I wish I could have one too." She said as an afterthought. Her words were wrapped with a certain longing and cheerfulness. "Anyway, why don't you have some tea with us?" After hearing the answer, she returned her attention to Smoke with a sincere expression. "I hope you don't mind, Smoke. It will be my pleasure to repay this favor from you if you want me to." At the same time, she took the opportunity to offer her apology to Kana. She somewhat heard her incomplete greeting about having lunch in her understanding. "I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?" She ended her words while looking at Vincent with a cheerful disposition.

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Leo watched his young accomplice and gave her a small smile. "Ayase, it isn't so bad. I'm here. Let's stay a while. It's safer here than out there anyways." He hoped his words would be reassuring enough, but in case they weren't, he gave her shoulder a gently squeeze to show he was there. He always would be, so long as she was around to protect her.

Leo glanced up and noticed a girl was in the middle of talking to him. He cursed his lack of hearing once again, for he had missed most of the words she had spoken while he was comforting Ayase. "I'm sorry ma'am, what was that? I am deaf and require lip reading to understand others, and I wasn't looking at you. I am very sorry." He looked to her and then to the shop keeper, the one Ayase said was named Smoke. He gave a nod of acknowlegement, reserving his smiles for Ayase only. "I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." After he finished speaking to Smoke, he turned back to the other girl, awaiting her response,if there was going to be any.

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Smoke grinned as he watched Kana enter his shop, "now it's a party," he laughed as he watched his green haired friend look apprehensively at his company before sitting on his stool and making herself comfortable. He tried not to wince as her shoes, dusty from the unpaved roads outside, on his table. He'd scold her for that later, but for now, he was busy entertaining.

“Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me, my name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” The stranger spoke, his voice emotionless. Smoke leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest while releasing a heavy sigh. Dangerous enterprises weren't his favorite things, preferring the simplicity that came with a doll shop over any overly ambitious adventures. However, he was curious. This Vincent didn't seem to be the type who'd joke around about such matters, and Smoke couldn't help but wonder what such a person would want with a dollmaker and why he'd be going on a dangerous enterprise.

"Nice to meet you, Vincent." Smoke began, bowing slightly to be polite, "if you don't mind, I'd like to hear a bit m-" His sentence was cut off short when a man and girl suddenly barged into his shop, the bells ringing shrill-ly. His eyes narrowed at the two, he recognized the man as a local officer, but the girl...

Ayase. The glue girl. A smile played at his lips.

"I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." The man said, looking to Smoke and the others apprehensively. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?"

He smiled warmly at the pair, "of course not. Just please be careful with the dolls." His eyes went to the window, wondering why they were in such a rush, he didn't exactly want any scuffling going on in his shop, there were too many fragile dolls.

The Vincent character seemed to have gone into an agitated silence with the intrusion of Ayase and the officer, his hands going in his pockets and his lips shut tightly. Smoke found himself a bit disappointed that he wouldn't hear any more of what the odd man was planning.

He heard the small voice of Ayase and looked back to her and the officer. He couldn't tell what exactly she was saying from where he was standing, but he did hear the name Leo twice, Smoke assumed that was the officer's name, it did sound familiar now that he thought about it.

"Does the glue work well enough?"

Smoke did catch what she said that time. He grabbed the bottle from the counter and rolled it around in his hands. "Yes, thank you. It works better than the glue I can get at the local store and it's much less expensive." He smiled at her before turning his attention back to Chandra as she suggested they all talk over tea. He nodded, "you may use my kitchen to prepare it, I'm afraid I'm no good at making tea, myself." He chuckled lightly, "I have a stove and water that you are welcome to use."

"I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." Smoke turned back to the Leo fellow whom he had just found out was deaf and smiled to him, waving off his apologies casually.

"It's no trouble," he assured him, "I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though."

He then turned to his green haired friend, "er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?" He then jogged to the shop door and locked it as well as changed the sign back to Closed before returning to group, making sure no one would intrude on them during their little tea party.

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A dangerous enterprise, hm?

That sounded quite interesting. Not something she'd particularly want her friend to be getting into, but she wondered if she offered her assistance if she herself would gain anything beneficial from it. Anything dangerous sounded fun to her, as long as it wasn't something idiotic. By now Kana was leaning back on the legs of the chair she sat in, her arms crossed behind her neck to support her head and her eye closed. She was listening to every word while, although she looked completely relaxed, she was making sure to keep her guard fully up now. She knew the woman as Smoke's friend, someone he trusted, and it was easy to tell this girl was pretty much harmless. As for the man with her, who'd introduced himself as Vincent, was a different story. She figured it out the moment she passed him after entering the store. He was being cautious of Kana and the aura he gave off was not one of weakness. She smirked a little as she thought of this, though the smile was hardly noticeable and the moment the door was roughly pushed opened it vanished. Her eye snapped open, narrowing suspiciously on the new arrivals for a moment until she realized the girl who was being carried by the man who'd burst in was the girl whom had been taking glue to Smoke for quite a while. Kana had only seen her a couple of times when she showed up for breakfast every once in a while, but the young girl would quickly leave without saying a word. One thing she did know was that the girl was completely harmless.

As for the man's case though..

Kana moved her arms from her neck, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and moving her crimson eye from the girl to the man who set her down and tucked her under his arm. He looked friendly enough, an his voice was somehow welcoming in a way, but there was something else under that smile. She leaned back a little more, keeping herself steady with her feet propped on Smoke's desk. Leo was his name, from what she could tell after hearing the younger girl say it. She could tell from plenty experience that this man was a fighter and violence was no mystery to him. He was almost as interesting as the white-haired man who had silenced himself rather quickly and now stood quietly with his hands in his pockets as Smoke, Chandra, and the two new arrivals began conversing amongst each other.

"I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?"

She looked over at Chandra, hearing her apology but not replying as the woman turned to her companion right afterwards to finish her sentence. It looked like this little meeting was going to take longer than she thought. Glancing over at the girl whom she heard was named Ayase, she clenched her teeth softly. Normally after hearing that she'd have more of a chance stealing her lunch than waiting for them to finish talking, she would've just left without saying anything, but this time she had to inform her friend about something important.

"I'm sorry ma'am, what was that? I am deaf and require lip reading to understand others, and I wasn't looking at you. I am very sorry."

Kana was pulled from her thoughts after hearing the man's reply to Chandra. The man whom Kana felt such a strong presence from was unable to hear anything? It didn't concern her all that much, but she was a little intrigued by it. Then it clicked. This man was one of the officers in the area. A young, deaf officer named Leo. She tensed slightly, scolding herself for not recognizing him earlier, yet she wasn't particularly worried about being discovered. And if she was, she'd just have to get rid of him, though it would be a pity to do something like that in front of Smoke. Not once had she ever killed someone in front of her friend. Injured, yes, but never killed, and she's rather not break that record.

"er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?"

She blinked at her friend surprisingly. He wanted her...to get..their coats?

What am I, your maid?

She removed her shoes from his desk, planting them on the wooden floor and standing from where she sat, ready to refuse and leave before her eyes lingered over the area where her shoes had just been. She'd left thick, dusty foot prints..

..It's not like the news I have can wait till tomorrow anyway...

Letting out a sigh, she made her way over to them and, taking a quick, stubborn glance at her friend, she held out her left arm, ready to take their coats and at the same time remaining ready to use her right hand to pull her knife out of her pocket if she needed to. She hated tea, it was always to sweet for her, but she needed to stay until she could get her friend alone and talk to him. Getting the guests coats, as agonizing as it would make her feel, would help with that.

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Frankly, he wasn’t much liking his chances of finding cooperative allies here at all. They were all so caught up in the sticky tangle-webs of useless things; the two most recent intruders seemed to have been running from what Vincent perceived as absolutely nothing at all, which did not bode well for their courage under fire. The dollmaker seemed to misinterpret his desire for privacy in speaking, and he sincerely hoped he would not be forced to repeat himself in the company of everyone present. The woman, the dangerous one, he supposed she would be of assistance, but hers was a type with which he was at least somewhat familiar, and the chances of getting her to do anything without proper incentive were low. What ‘proper incentive’ might be was something he had yet to decide.

He registered that Chandra was asking him a question, and mulled over his answer for a moment. She was, he thought, possibly backing him into a corner. It would be rude to countermand her invitation to all, he knew that. Fortunately for him, he also didn’t really care. “The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He wasn’t as risk-averse as he should be perhaps. They were here, they knew something was going on; he might as well put the whole thing out there for them to hear and see what happened. The worst case scenario would be one in which both the Kana woman and the man called Leo decided to attack him, but the chance of that was low, if her wary glance in his direction was any indication.

Vincent might be atrocious in social settings, but he could read a look like that.

When she made to take his coat, he blinked hazy purple eyes at her and shook his head, a hint of perplexity infusing the motion. “You are not a servant.” The statement was plain and unadorned, but the confusion was perhaps a little deeper than it indicated. What might have looked like a rebuke was instead a half-question. Why would a warrior behave as something else? For that was clearly what she was, and this odd domestic bit of behavior struck him oddly. Aware on some level that this was an inadequate expression, he continued. “I will keep mine.”

Indeed, he did not remove his coat when they filed into the kitchen, nor did he sit or take tea or anything of that nature. He was out-of-place here, and he felt it even more acutely now than he did when it was simply himself and Chandra in her home. He waited patiently as he was able while everyone settled themselves wherever they would and got comfortable, though he fairly radiated a kind of honed tension. It was not fear or nervousness, but something else, a little more attenuated. Caution, perhaps, or wariness. He had been raised to always be so in the company of others.

Eventually, things died down and everyone looked as well-placed as they were going to be. He took the opportunity to clear his throat and waited until the deaf man was turned so as to be able to see him before he spoke. He did not wish to repeat anything. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” His hand itched to rub at the covered spot on the base of his neck where his scar began, but he refrained.

“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” For all the gravity of his words, his tone was still cool, modulated, and entirely unruffled. He shrugged, a gesture he’d picked up a few years ago, and glanced over the faces of those assembled.

“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” The necessity spoke for itself, and either they would accept that the world needed to change or they would not. The evidence was right I front of their faces, and if they refused to see it, that wasn’t his problem.

That was already considerably more words than the recalcitrant young man averaged in a day, and so he fell silent, having said what needed to be said. What they did was entirely their business, and he was already prepared for a number of possible reactions, particularly the violent kind.

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Smoke sighed as he watched Kana begrudgingly offer to take the coats. To be quite honest, he hadn't expected her to do it at all, although he hadn't expected her to stay at all, either after she realized that they wouldn't be going for lunch as they had planned. It seemed she was simply just full of surprises today, wasn't she? He stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered over to see just how much damage her boots had done to his nice work table. Just dusty prints, he could deal with that easily.

“The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He looked up at the quiet man, addressed by Chandra as Vincent, spoke again. This time his words were just as intriguing. Smoke looked over at his green haired friend before sitting down on his stool and pulling a dustpan and brush from one of the drawers in his table. He didn't say anything, allowing the fact that he didn't leave to speak for itself as he began brushing away Kana's dust and discarding it in the waste bin. Smoke then put the brush and pan away and followed everyone into the kitchen. He found a seat closest to the entrance to the shop, just in case someone were to wander in. When he was comfortable, he sat back and waited for the stranger to speak. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.”

Smoke crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to look calm and cool, but his face betrayed his shock that the former king was right in front of him, in his kitchen. He quickly wiped it away, though his heart was thudding in his chest, he had believed that King Weylin had been assassinated when he disappeared from the palace, he was speaking to a dead man.

“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.”

The red haired boy looked down at the floor, contemplating what was said. Concerning the way he was living now, Smoke was perfectly content with the doll shop, he was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered. On the other hand, he was not content with living everyday with a smile on his face and a hand on his pistol when people come in to buy dolls. He didn't like the fact that the world was so corrupt that he couldn't even trust women and children, for they were the ones most often with the prizes on their heads anymore. Hell, even his best friend was a wanted criminal. He shot a glance at Kana, maybe it would be nice if they could change their quality of life. However, he wasn't sure what a few teenagers could do about any of it, even if they did have the old king on their side. Smoke was a doll maker, not a mercenary.

“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” It was as if Vincent had read his mind. It seemed the former king had once again fallen silent, his words heavy in the hair and its hearers contemplating their decisions.

Finally, Smoke decided to speak. "I agree with you," he said, taking a deep breath. "While I am happy with what I am doing, if it wasn't for the current state of the world, my mother would still be here making dolls with me. As you can see, she is not, she was killed by some thugs who broke in the store a long time ago. I'm not sure how much help I will be in your movement, Vincent, but I am willing to offer you what I have. I can help with transportation, I have two horses and a carriage that I use to transport supplies, but they are more than capable of transporting people and weapons if needed. I'm not sure how much a group of young adults can do to change things, but I have nothing to lose in trying."

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"An ally is an ally, right?"



Delightfully entertaining is what Chandra was opting to describe the bizarre turn of events. Furthermore, she was pleasantly glad that Vincent had been kind enough to accept her persuasive invitation. She was probably pushing her luck regarding about the sensitivities of the overthrown King. However, she finds it fun doing so despite the consequences she might receive in the long run. In any case, she was also grateful for the the hospitality that Smoke had given them which was refreshing indeed. Although, she would have to excuse herself for refusing the gesture of his green-haired friend from taking her coat. There was no need to go to that extent as she agreed with Vincent's statement. Yet, she was certain that the man had deeper insights on that than her currently.

"Thank you. But, there is no need. You're not a maid, after all."

Upon saying that, Chandra excused herself and entered the kitchen. It was not that different from hers as such it was easy to find the things she requires in preparing their tea. She meticulously made the tea along with the blooming flower accompaniment. There was no certainty that all of them would find this beautiful or appreciate the taste. However, she has confidence it could bring a bit of calming presence as that is the purpose of its scent. Soon, she was done and served to everyone present. Once everyone was settled, Vincent decided to explain what he meant earlier about a dangerous enterprise.

When it was done, Chandra wondered what the responses would be. She had no idea what path they would choose. Whatever it may be, she has a feeling that the invisible red threads would slowly enveloped them until they had no choice but to follow it. Still, it was more fun to see one struggle and to be given the fruit of futility. Looking at the tea which Vincent had yet to take, she felt a bit depressed about that. Yet, it did not show on her face as she had years of practice with that. The man must know how to communicate with other people, although, she likes him this way. Insincere things are useless in the end.

Then, the silence was broken with a favorable reply. Smoke had decided to accompany Vincent in his retribution. Taking a drink from her tea, she cast a glance at Vincent who had yet to say anything. Placing down hers on the table once more, she faced Smoke and gave a sincere smile to represent her gratitude for his assistance. Another hand in this faction is better than none at all.

"Thank you very much Smoke. We look forward working with you."

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Leo had shaken his head to the young green-haired girl as she tried to take his jacket, and he tucked Ayase behind him, not wwanting her to be rude and not trusting any of these people with her. He didn't know any of them, and didn't know whether they were violent or not. And he wasn't about to take that chance.

"I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though." Leo watched as Smoke's lips moved to form his words, and gave a small bow or respect. "Thank you. It is much appreciated." Leo then turned to Ayase, who was surely uncomfortable with this new change of plans. "Don't worry, kiddo. We're just going to have some tea with the people who were kind enough to allow us in and then we'll go home, okay? Nothing bad will happen." With that, he gave her a quick and small smile before turning back to the group. He saw they were all beginning to enter the kitchen, so he guided Ayase there and sat at the most available place. After a few moments, he noticed that everyone was looking at Vincent, so Leo himself turned his head to face him.

“I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” Leo was awed. The old king here, speaking to them? Maybe there was hope for this place after all.

“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” It was true. He and Ayase weren't happy at all with their lives. In fact, he had been planning to build a boat to escape with Ayase and their darling dog. And Leo could be a rather faithful ally, if he trusted the person. But this was the king. Surely he could be trusted. In the short time he had ruled, things seemed to be going alright.

“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” Leo nodded at this statement, and waited to see if Vincent was finished speaking. He was, but then Smoke began to pledge to be loyal to the old king. Then he was thanked by another woman.

When everyone else was finished speaking, Leo stood from his chair, facing the old king. He put his hand over his heart and gave a deep bow before straightening again. "King Weylin, I will fight for you and your cause. I want the streets to be safe again, I don't want to have to worry for the lives of those I care for simply because they went outside for a few minutes. You were a great ruler when you were on the throne. I followed you then. I will follow you now." With that, Leo sat back down in his chair.