How are you all feeling? [closed]

[space_ripper]

WHO: Dio Brando (space_ripper), Paul Atreides (bilakaifa), Ulquiorra Schiffer (sfigato_quarto), Kia WelBelhenna (kia_on_top), and Kaede (fogliadacero
WHAT: Checking up on those who helped and how they're "feeling"
WHERE: A private room in a restaurant
WHEN: November 30, evening

Comments

Paul

[space_ripper]

[bilakaifa]

Paul slid into the velvet lined both. What Dio probably saw first was his startlingly blue-within-blue eyes, rather than his body move, byproducts of spice addiction.

Something about the hulking blond reminded Paul of the Baron Harkonnen. Physically they couldn't be more different: Harkonnen at the center of fat that looked like it could engulf worlds, Brando rippling with barely contained muscle. It was something in the eyes or the scheming or the absolute ruthlessness. Not, at this point, as if he himself were much different.

"Yes?"

[space_ripper]

Dio did notice Paul's eyes first, but his face betrayed no emotion other than a soft smile.

"Sit, sit. I have a few questions to ask."

[bilakaifa]

Why is he smiling? That's not like him.

Paul dropped into his chair. "Hmm?"

Ulquiorra

[space_ripper]

Ulquiorra

[sfigato_quarto]

Ulquiorra didn't like having to do this. But it was his job. He couldn't complain. This was the first job he had been given in months. Gin and all remnants of his failure were all out of the country. He could start over. He could continue his quest towards a place of power in the family.

Ulquiorra entered the restaurant, hands stuffed in the pockets of his black dress pants. He located Dio and sat across from him at the table. His green eyes did not waver at all.

"Did you need something, sir?"

[space_ripper]

Dio gave a soft smirk as Ulquiorra sat down.

"Yes. I just need to ask you a few questions. Would that be a problem?"

[sfigato_quarto]

Ulquiorra eyed the man carefully. What was his game? It took enough guts to organize a mass bombing. Ulquiorra had to admit, it was gutsy. He respected that.

"Sure," Ulquiorra replied, cooly. He would play along for now.

Kia

[space_ripper]

[rideonmyharley]

He wasn't sure what the point of this meeting was, but he figured that the worst possible thing for him to do would be to miss it, even after what had played out earlier this afternoon. Kia looked slightly annoyed as he walked in, but that could be explained easily. His bike wouldn't work and he'd had to take the bus here. Public transportation sucked.

Kia nodded slightly at the man as he entered the room and forced himself to breath as steadily as ever. "You wanted to speak with me?"

[space_ripper]

Dio gave a smile to Kia and looked up.

"Ah, good, you made it. And yes, I have a few questions I wish to ask your about what happened Thursday night. Sit down, make yourself comfortable."

[rideonmyharley]

Kia sat down across from him and wondered what sort of a man Dio was really like. Everyone wore masks, especially at moments like this. He only hoped that his own never wavered.

"What sort of questions, sir?" He played the part of the obedient newcomer to all of this, polite and curious.

Kaede

[space_ripper]

[fogliadacero]

Kaede went into the meeting with some wariness. First of all, she wasn't one to discuss her 'feelings,' and she doubted Dio was one to care--so she knew this debriefing was most likely a means of ensuring that none of them would end up becoming a liability to him. It was just the way things were done.

She wondered--with some irritation--on whom the suspicion had been pinned, but it wouldn't do to appear more defensive than usual, so she made sure to ground herself before she went in. After all, she told herself, she had nothing to worry about.

"Sir?"

[space_ripper]

Dio greeted her with something rare: a smile. He wanted to seem as warm and welcoming as possible, which was, quite frankly, a bit unnatural for someone like Dio.

"Come, sit down."

[fogliadacero]

A smile was rare indeed, whether it was just for her, or to be disarming--and didn't Kaede know it--but she smiled back as she approached and took her seat. "What seems to be the trouble, sir?"