[Open][TG] Reunion!

[Sazra Peo]

Han stared back at her, his dark eyes unfazed, unflinching, the gaze of a confident man who had seen a lot. Sazra’s head tilted minimally, not the kind of person to look away, even though the sudden stare down intimidated her in such a way she could not place, outside of girlish coyness. Only briefly he looked away and she allowed herself a blink. When he looked back there was an extra layer of meaning in those dark eyes and the piercing stare was both frightening and thrilling on an instinctual level. Leaning back in her borrowed chair, she stared back, her eyes lively and inviting under slightly lowered lashes, lips smiling just faintly. There was nothing about her person that she wished to hide, not one to shy away in face of scrutiny, all the while finding it completely unnerving in the process. He was free to see the flame in her eyes, her zest for life, her passion for extremes, her actual enjoyment of whatever this was.
And then he spoke.

“My angle?” Her eyebrows furrowed to some degree and all at once she became aware of just where she sat in space, the distance that kept them apart, the dull pain in her right arm, her smile dropped. Under silken gloves that stretched to her elbows, on that same arm, the wound she had received a week prior to this day was just beginning to heal properly, stitches starting to itch and hurt. She didn’t like to think that she was somehow part of someone’s schemes to get to the two before her. Who were they anyway? Why were they reacting with such paranoid zest for the little misunderstanding or whatever it was? A touch of caution colored her eyes. She didn’t like the thought of being someone’s hostage and she liked it even less since she would probably be useless as such, seeing as how she had no idea what was going on.

The thought of leaping back from them then and there crossed her mind, but Han’s eyes kept her frozen in place. She knew nothing of him or whatever secret abilities he possessed but she knew people and what she saw in his eyes told her she was no match should it come to a struggle. Besides, it would be absurd to get so carried away with their paranoia when the situation probably warranted nothing of the kind. He addressed his brother and she sat quietly, truly thinking for once, unsure why they inspired her to take this so seriously. From the corner of a thoughtful golden eye, she watched the younger brother rise, his imposing frame quickly swallowed by the crowd in the bar.

When he was gone, she turned back to Han, her dancing costume suddenly feeling too tight. “You know, I have no idea what’s going on and you seem like you’re expecting trouble. I doubt I’d be of much use to you if something was wrong, because I don’t know,” she calmly voiced her opinion, nothing yet visibly alarmed in her eyes or gestures. She flicked her wrist to the side conversationally. “I’m not saying let me go, that’s stupid, I’m just saying don’t rely on me to be a particularly useful shield.” She gave him a tiny smile, confident they were worrying for nothing, but worrying along with them. Of course, they were in a busy bar, what on earth could happen?

Back on the first floor, a receptionist blinked up to meet Xin’s gaze. “What table, Sir?” She pulled out a little pad and as soon as he informed her she issued a little sigh. “Just a moment, Leli,” she gestured to the dancer and then walked back to the bar, opened a drawer near the registry and pulled out a piece of paper. “The gentleman who ordered a dancer for that table said to give you this before you left,” she extended the envelope to him, apparently sealed with a common make seal. It had not been tampered with.

Inside, the note read: “You got my note. Good. The staff here is always so reliable. You won’t know who I am but I know who you are and I thought we should settle this little imbalance. The girl I sent you tonight, bring her to the address mentioned on the back, tell no one else, bring no one else and you won’t know trouble from us. Fail to do so and keep an eye on your back, the streets may not remain as welcoming.” There was no signature, just the address scribbled on the back, a remote location at the far side of Republic City, an abandoned warehouse.

[Chen Han Wei]

As Xin stood up from his seat, like predator on prey, his eyes followed, watching him as he played his beverage prior to throwing it back like a champ. Han's face lit up with compassion as he smiled as his brother, who was -unfortunately- one of the few 'rays of light' that continued to shine down upon Han's dark path. Once Xin disappeared into the inebriated crowd, Han's attention fell back upon the woman with a compassion-less face. Not even looking at her for a second, he looked down at the table into his glass before following suit and throwing it back. Concurrently, the woman spoke and defended herself against Han's claim in an attempt to alleviate any suspicion that she managed to accumulate.

She sold herself short, claiming to be useless as a 'hostage', however, Han obviously felt otherwise. Looking on into the crowd where Xin was last seen, his eyes remained upon that location, waiting for the crowd itself to part like the red sea as a reaction to Xin's spiritual influence. Addtionally, although there were countless of drunkards that littered the general area, Xin's height and stately figure caused him to stick out like a sore thumb. Having thrown back his drink, he decided to humor the woman and carried on the conversation.

"Expecting trouble you say, to go prancing around as though one shouldn't be expecting trouble is foolishness, especially when you're like us. "

Han kept an eye upon the area through his general field of vision, but failed to take notice of anything that would have warranted a red flag, but nonetheless, he continued to scout. Both ebony, gloved hands uplifted onto the table as Han slightly leaned forward while locking in the fingers from both hands. He sighed as he waited for Xin's return, actually hoping that their suspicions were just their general paranoia.