07-31-2014, 10:07 AM
Giordano strolled shop by shop until he found himself at the Delicate Scroll. There were only a few more shops before the Bacarrat Mansion. A place worth a visit if he were interested in Moscow's moguls. But he was not. He was here for one purpose and one alone, and that was to deal with the creature he had spawned. He spat at the thought, one like him, being one of them - a true abomination. To think what this girl had done. Who she killed? Knowing she was different.
Giordano knew he was guilty of many things, but he did not kill. Yet now, he was on the verge of doing just that. How such a small thing could fester until it became anger and hatred. He hadn't truly hated Autunna Luna. There was some feeling. But the Atharim, them he hated. They had killed his daughter. And he intended to make them pay for that loss.
Giordano took hold of his anger and stamped it away for later use. He smiled, pulled open the door and listened to the bell jingle as he did. The man at the counter was dusting off the shelves behind him. He looked sagely, and decrepit, how he managed to keep the store open was truly beyond him.
The man turned around with a smile, Giordano nearly expected a toothless grin, but he did not have one. "How can I help you?
Giordano placed the picture on the counter. "You seen this girl? Her name is Aria."
The shop keep looked down at the picture then back up to Giordano, questions and fear, Giordano could feel the fear, it bit into his psyche like, he nearly closed his eyes to feed on it, to make him pay for knowing this girl, because he did know her, there was a fondness in his heart for her. He knew her!
The shop keeps question spoke volumes "What do you want with her?"
Giordano smiled, he was a master manipulator, he could do and say whatever was needed to get what he wanted. "She's family. We've never met, but I'd very much like to meet her."
The old man coughed, he wasn't aging well. "Family you say. She's not home right now." Giordano could feel the surprise at his words. Family had set off surprise, he wondered why. What did this old man know about his daughter? He almost had the nerve to find out.
Giordano asked. "Do you know when she'll be back?
He shook his head in response. "No sir, she's not usually out at this time of day. Her schedule seemed to have change as of later. You are free to wait for her here. I'm sure she'll be by soon."
Giordano nodded and grabbed a book from the shelf. It was a book about something he could care less about, but he browsed it as he took a seat at the closest table to the door. He might as well wait. He had found his prize!
Giordano knew he was guilty of many things, but he did not kill. Yet now, he was on the verge of doing just that. How such a small thing could fester until it became anger and hatred. He hadn't truly hated Autunna Luna. There was some feeling. But the Atharim, them he hated. They had killed his daughter. And he intended to make them pay for that loss.
Giordano took hold of his anger and stamped it away for later use. He smiled, pulled open the door and listened to the bell jingle as he did. The man at the counter was dusting off the shelves behind him. He looked sagely, and decrepit, how he managed to keep the store open was truly beyond him.
The man turned around with a smile, Giordano nearly expected a toothless grin, but he did not have one. "How can I help you?
Giordano placed the picture on the counter. "You seen this girl? Her name is Aria."
The shop keep looked down at the picture then back up to Giordano, questions and fear, Giordano could feel the fear, it bit into his psyche like, he nearly closed his eyes to feed on it, to make him pay for knowing this girl, because he did know her, there was a fondness in his heart for her. He knew her!
The shop keeps question spoke volumes "What do you want with her?"
Giordano smiled, he was a master manipulator, he could do and say whatever was needed to get what he wanted. "She's family. We've never met, but I'd very much like to meet her."
The old man coughed, he wasn't aging well. "Family you say. She's not home right now." Giordano could feel the surprise at his words. Family had set off surprise, he wondered why. What did this old man know about his daughter? He almost had the nerve to find out.
Giordano asked. "Do you know when she'll be back?
He shook his head in response. "No sir, she's not usually out at this time of day. Her schedule seemed to have change as of later. You are free to wait for her here. I'm sure she'll be by soon."
Giordano nodded and grabbed a book from the shelf. It was a book about something he could care less about, but he browsed it as he took a seat at the closest table to the door. He might as well wait. He had found his prize!