
Originally Posted by
Meetan
The Black Swan
Takeo – You try to get a sense of the man’s being by looking around, but once your guide is gone, you pick up Vulpix, hugging you tightly. The natural warmth in her fur is nice considering how damp you are, and she looks up at you, just as trusting of you as before despite her fall.
“We’ll tell him what we saw down there.” You assure her, and she ‘Vul!’s back at you brightly, “We’ll study his body language; hands touching his face, throat and mouth or avoiding eye contact, anything, to see whether whatever he says to us is a lie.”
The sound of lowered masculine voices reaches your ears and you tense, concerned that you might have been overheard. It’s a little distance away, but soon, the man in the window slowly walks down the staircase with a cane to support himself in one hand. The man you’ve been talking to, whose name you still lack, isn’t supporting him, but walking at his side just incase.
The one from the window looks like a businessman, with red hair cut short, fashionably and tidily. The suit is flashy, and custom made, but not out of the ordinary. If it was white, it would have been too much. Even the shirt underneath has colour, and is a pastel blue.
“Good afternoon.” He greets sternly, face not giving away anything, except for his eyes. He strikes you as a person keen to wield control, but with the tension in his shoulders, and hint of nervousness in his eyes, you know something is bothering him. He seems shaky, too, but with the cane, you can’t be sure if that’s attributed to any sort of panic or a condition, “I saw that you were inside of my ship. Would you like to tell me what you were doing wandering around my beach, and my ship?”
It looks like he’s not too keen to give you a seat, either. And that you might also be in trouble like predicted. Oops. What do you do?