♫ Desert Bluebird ♫ [Inactive since 04/03/2013]

[SoaringAway]

Gilda heard the soft footsteps and dragging of the feet throguh the sand. She head instinctively turned backwards to find that the masked hyena ninja was approaching her and she initially fell off the column in shock.

[Karakuri]

_{"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave if you'd rather me do that! I didn't...I didn't mean to startle you!" Yelping in surprise, Lorencio takes a few steps backwards, trying to make her feel more comfortable, waiting for the verdict on whether he could stay or leave. Pretty funny that a god was taking order from a mortal. The timid Literature god just bites his lower lip, a habit he had when he was nervous, and waits.}

[SoaringAway]

"Oh Master of the HEAVENLY yard," for the first time, she was cursing out loud the Master's name in vain, whether it was due to shock, her slow acceptance, or possibly just from the fright of having a homicidal and dedicated god approaching her. Not that it bothered the approaching part but the fine details did. As she gripped onto the column, hr body slowly rose with her eyes staring with a hint of content directly at the Stupid Butler. "Hyena ninja!"

Her subconscious was already face planting multiple times for that slip up. Much to her surprise, the god was hesitant in approach yet he was already fine with chasing the group and and almost mauling off their faces! Noting the damage on the nose, she arose from the base of the column she used as a seat. She touched her own nose, while glancing at Lorencio without any words. That gestures should explain themselves.

[Karakuri]

_{"My nose is fine..." Lorencio replies, looking a little crestfallen at her reaction, but not surprised. "I'm...sorry about earlier." Lame apology, Lorencio. "I'm sorry" probably won't cut it for Gilda, no matter how sincere you are.}

[SoaringAway]

Everything does!

With the Vector of Memory slowly pressing the book "Leia," against her chest with one arm outwards while the other sunk towards her side, showing no immediate threat, her eye contact with  the god was straightforward. "There's still blood on it," she stated the obvious, wondering if he did bother to use the towel she tossed towards him. Feeling a bit giving, aren't you, Gilda? Her eyebrows furrowed together, only showing concern for the insane twin of Renia's but then again, there were circumstances. He worked for a head, she worked for multiple. He did what was asked, she did what was asked. He was acquainted with death, she had her life reeking of it.

"You're..apologizing," the question came out not surprised or expected but rather confused for the apology. However, the fact that he didn't tackled her to maul her was a good sign. The Vector couldn't see past the mask and thus, couldn't recognize most of his reactions either way.. She technically never saw him mask less to begin with as only body language allowed her to decrypt him. "Lorencio..." She began but notifying herself that HE was a higher (possible) being, she corrected herself. "Butler of the Mistress of the Graveyard.." She knew he had a different title but she couldn't place her finger onto it. Maybe some sort of literature would help her. The connection of that wasn't made too well.

"A job..is a job.."

[Karakuri]

_{Lorencio nods, glad she saw it that way. "I'll be fine, I promise. The lady didn't castrate me after all, at least." In attempt to make a joke, the corner of the masked boy's mouth turn up in a small smile, hoping to get back on the Vector's better side.}

[SoaringAway]

"Which one do you mean?" Gilda, of course, being familiar with Renia could've seen that she would've castrated him for ruining the mission but then again...why did a God need a penis? Her face immediately flushed at the question at mind as she fanned herself with the book, hoping that Lorencio didn't read minds. She, filled with embarrassment, smiled back but it was a card of sympathy. "B-but, are you sure..? Look, I can get it...." Her voice trailed off, glancing over to her motorcycle and rethinking her inventory..Maybe she would have extra towels..

[Karakuri]

[XD Gilda. My God, I actually started laughing in real life.]


_{"My mistress, the Master of the Graveyard. Renia was just annoyed she had to fight the old woman when she figured out I was wrong." Lorencio says with a shrug. Luckily, the god couldn't read minds. "Well...if you do have a towel or something..." He adds hesitantly.}

[SoaringAway]

Thank the Masters he didn't. "Renia is surely a fire cracker," Gilda muttered under her breath, not wishing to seep in the fact that his sister was her own 'master' at several points in her life. With her face's heat slowly fading away, she placed the book down onto the base of the column as she ran over to the motorcycle and bended over in the perfect ninety degree angle. "P-plenty of towels!" Her hand extended out, waving one in the air as her backside was completely exposed and her defenses lowered. "Uh..So, how's..the..business?" Yes, strike up a conversation as to how killing people and devouring souls go for. "I mean, uh," with her Marlonese accent slipping out, "The everyday ta---" He would be feeding his mistress! "family li--" He would've been tortured by Renia. "love li---" We're not going there. "How's just life in general!?"

[Karakuri]

_{Lorencio refrained from laughing, since he was just as socially inept as Gilda was. "Fairly well, yours?" Grinning and trying not to laugh, he returned the question.}

[Short >.< I'm so out of it today.]