You grab something from a street vendor and hurry off to your contact, a man called Face. He's tall, wiry, and talks too much for his own good. He's also an excellent fixer in his own right and has helped you a lot in the past few days, so you let his eccentricities go.
"It's wild, bro. I found out the Gold Reaper is around somewhere. You might bump into her while meeting up with your lady friend."
You raise a brow. "Damn, really...I'll stay on my toes, then. Thanks. Stay safe out there."
He gives you a few hearty slaps on the back as you leave. The Gold Reaper, also called the Golden Shinigami among other names. There are plenty of women with blonde hair, especially around these parts, but that feature was what gave that particular woman part of her title. The other was being a complete war machine. If you needed someone or something obliterated, that was your gal. She kept her identity pretty quiet, changed her hair every so often, moved around a lot. People only caught wind of her through her recent jobs.
But you wondered about the woman you were meeting today. She decided to pick you out of everyone else, and you were curious as to why. Ah, well. You'd figure it out. The walkways layered on top of each other lead you further upwards, floating above the village and the valleys far below. Not that the Cloud needed to be more difficult to invade, but it never hurts to be too prepared.
"This looks like the place." One of those small, modern-looking coffee shops. Cafes, they're usually called. There's a porch out front and you take a seat first, as instructed. A young lady greets you and takes your order; you get yourself a sandwich, two cups of coffee, and tea. You take your watch out of your pocket briefly and whistle as the seconds tick by.
179...180.
Right on cue, you hear the clicking of thick heels and watch as a woman approaches. She stops beside the table and nods politely.
"May I sit?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
"Many thanks. I will seat myself, thank you."
You nod and watch as she sits down across from you, settling into her chair in a manner you could only call 'classy'. A blonde woman, nearly your height and with a healthy-looking chest. She has a dark blue sweater on, paired with a dark pleated skirt that stops above her knees. Her black socks seem to be thigh-highs and they follow her long, toned legs to dip into her heels, stopping just above her toes. You can see the nails on those, as well as her hands, are painted light blue.
Her violet eyes are scanning you at the same time you look over her. That blonde hair of hers is long and fashioned into a 'hime' cut, you notice. It's just a little on the nose, considering.
"Thinking something?" she asks.
"Nothing bad, if that's what you're asking."
She laughs softly. "I see. It's nice to come upon such a handsome man. I always did have a...mm, fondness for chocolate," she says, running her tongue across her top lip.
Aggressive, huh. Then again, not exactly at odds with the rest of her.
"I'm sure there are plenty of guys around her to ogle," you quip back.
"Humble, too. I rather like you already," she says with a smile. "But honestly, there aren't many others to consider. You have plenty of delicious qualities that I can see already. Anyways, before I truly forget my manners...I go by Dani."
"Zeke," you reply, taking her hand. "It's nice meeting you. Oh, coffee's here and some tea if you wanted."
"Tea is fine."
"How do you like it?"
She pauses a moment. "A touch of honey and cream, if you would."
"Got it." You mix it up for her and push the saucer over gently. She takes a sip and seems satisfied.
"Much appreciated. Very good."
"Glad I could help. So," you say as you remove your hat, "you said you needed some navigational help."
"I did, to our mutual contact. The boy talks too much," she says with her stately tone. "He's a darling, though. I've been able to find quite a bit of work thanks to him." The way she talks makes her sound regal, but not in the arrogant kind of way you usually associate with it. Maybe she came from money, and this was a hobby or sport? Either way, she has a believable kind of swagger and dignity about her...something like that is hard to fake convincingly.
"What's the job?" you ask.
"I met a young lady the other day...she bakes and sells pastries from a small booth on the northern side of the village. A darling little cinnamon roll...her wish was to head further up north, out of town to make a sizable delivery. Transportation will be provided, and the payment will be substantial enough. This is on the way to something that I want to do. There are some ruins that I've been researching and want to head into, in order to check for a scroll and some other items of value."
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"I hoped you would say as much. Also...truthfully, I don't want to take the money she's offering. Not all of it, anyways," Dani says as she crosses her legs over, relaxing a bit in her chair.
"You don't have a need for it?"
"It's not that. I just feel like there's no point to it when she's already obviously struggling. I suppose part of why I sought you out-"
"Ah, I got a rep for not overcharging."
"Yes. You understand."
You sip your coffee and nod. "We'll take the same kind of pay cut. Deal?"
She smiles. "Yes. We have a deal. Of course, if you need...compensation...of any kind. I'm available."
"Piling it on, aren't you?"
"Why not? I could get lucky, couldn't I?" She pouts a moment later. "You must be taken."
"Well...no."
Her eyes light up again, and you sigh. "Goodie! That means I can work on you for a while longer. Talk about luck!"
You want to be annoyed, but...you feel like this relentless teasing is as far as she'll go. That much might be fine.
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You finish your quick bite and follow Dani uptown, ascending a bit further into the clouds towards the higher platforms of the village. She predictably turns more than a few heads, and the movement she gets when she walks doesn't hurt either. She's probably not 'taken' too, but it's likely by choice more than anything else.
"It's just a touch exotic, I think."
Her voice snaps you out of your thought. "What is?"
"Having someone like me around. It's different. Foreign. Something like that...simply draws people in. Vanilla is a good flavour too, right?"
You start to understand what she's talking about. "You're more than an object, you know."
"You really are kind. But it's not an opinion I'm expressing to you. It's a fact of life. Maybe a little hard to accept..."
"..."
"What about you?" she asks, looking into your eyes expectantly. You tilt your cap down and grunt.
"No comment."
"I see." Dani walks ahead quietly, her hips again swaying softly with her steps. You follow, noting how much hungrier some of the gazes on her are than before.
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"You're back!"
"As promised."
As you reach your destination, you see Dani and another young woman share a hug. Her black hair is tied back into a bun, and she has olive green eyes. A few bangs are in front of her face, and she brushes them aside on occasion as she talks. She does seem a bit on the 'small and precious' side, as Dani mentioned earlier. Her blue overalls are faded and covered with all manner of different shaped and coloured patches. Sentimental value, then.
"This is Zeke," Dani says. You take the girl's hand gently and nod once. "We'll be helping you out together."
"My name's Gina. I think that Dani told you already, but I'm heading up north for a special delivery and to stay a while. I don't know if I'm coming back to town yet, so I've dismantled the stand for now."
"How come?" you ask.
She rubs one arm nervously. "Difficulties. And the shinobi haven't been...cooperative."
"I get it."
"Thanks. It's hard to talk about. I might go home and see Mom. I have to think about it some more, but let's get out of here first. Oh, and don't worry, the money's in the cart with everything else. Just this way."
"5L Mountain Pass, then?" Dani asks.
"Uh-huh. If we get moving, it'll be just over a day's travel, counting sleep. And it's not like I'm paying you by the hour," Gina says as she shoulders a pack. "So don't work too hard."
"We'll try not to," you reply.
"I hope not. Anyways, let's head out."
It's an uneventful ride down the mountain passage. You watch the high walls and the area behind you while Dani keeps her gaze focused ahead. Gina is in the driver's seat, keeping an even pace. The cart is filled with all kinds of supplies, as well as already baked goods and plenty of bread in particular. Gina encourages you to eat as much as you want, since she has a habit of reusing everything in some way until she can't anymore.
This is supposed to be one of the safest passes out of the village, but you can never be too relaxed out here. Still, this is an okay time to relax. It's late afternoon, though hard to tell with all the cloud cover.
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[] Talk to Dani.
[] Talk to Gina.
[] Keep to yourself for now.