[For a representative of their family Enkidu is probably the most quiet one at the table. They merely listen while taking careful sips of their coffee. Latte macchiato of course. A little sweeter than they normally come, exactly how they like it.
And there are already disagreements. About turfs, about drugs, about women and, of course, about money. To Enkidu nothing really matter. They don't use drugs, they are neutral about women and money is irrelevant. All that truly matters is how loyal they are to their family. To their boss Gil. And everything else is merely some sort of concept to them. Disloyalty doesn't anger them, they don't see their vision turn red and start shooting like a maniac, no...their methods are mostly quick and simple. A simple shot to the heart, a quick knife between the ribs.
Anger blinds too much.
Yet, they do turn their head when some man with long hair mentions their name and starts referring to a triple murder at a cafe.]
Hmm? It is foolish to worry about that... [Now they lean in a little closer] ...I was merely protecting the family I'm loyal to. That is what we all do here, not?
That we do. [ A crooked smile plays on his lips as he surprisingly agrees. ] There were just some doubts... what really happened.
[ He taps the leg of the half-empty glass. Once, twice. As if he was waiting for a disagreement, for feedback that he is taking a wrong turn in these negotiations. Especially since it's really not his place to speak up. But with the conversation taking a turn to a case he had some ties to— ]
Some thought it a provocation, an attack aimed at us. [ That's how wars begin ] Naturally, that has to be addressed, you fully understand—
[ Enkidu has a reputation that follows them, in hushed whispers. Some speak of them as the Weapon of the family's leader. Given that Cú is the Hound of his family, both a protector and the hunter whenever needed, it is a professional curiosity that makes him focus on Enkidu. ]
[Grass is green, sky is blue and this is what Enkidu does best. And really, there's nothing on their face that indicates regret or anger or any other sort of emotion. They look completely neutral.]
Weapons are the most effective when its owner knows how to wield it. And I understand why you wish to address it. I hope my answer has been satisfying. [They pause briefly before they lean in just a little, fingers slowly curling around their cup.]
[ One of the other men doesn't seem satisfied with this answer. He grinds his teeth, ready to say something. Cú knows what that answer is. Something along the lines, that if they all could agree it was just an unfortunate accident and place all the fault on the deceased, they could move forward with this peace— And that this kind of answer throws a wrench into peace talks
But it's all in the end bullshit, Cú thinks. So he interjects with a laugh and a slow clap of his hands, throwing everyone off. ]
That's right, that's exactly how it is, gentlemen. Weapons are exactly like that, their job is not to look pretty but to kill. [ And that's a reminder for everyone here, as much as it is a warning. He tilts his head as he looks at Enkidu, a grin on his lips ] At your service. Enkidu, is it? Looks like we're in the same trade in our families.
[Enkidu has never been good at reading a room and even worse at being able to grasp the consequences of their words. They perceive themselves as a weapon first and foremost and whatever they consider human about themselves has always been a secondary thing.
Something unimportant. So they nod when Cu speaks. Because yes, that is what they do best. They take Gil's orders and kill whoever he wants to see killed. After all, Gil doesn't dirty his hands with the people he considers garbage.]
Yes. [They turn to gaze at the other. Where he grins the look on their own face remains perfectly neutral. There's no single emotion on it.] And I know of you as well. Yet, you seem less of a weapon than I am, in the end the result is the same.
[ Cú nods an acknowledgment of being recognized. It feels good to have his reputation recognized, though when the challenge is issued (oh, it's what he does read as one) the grin widens. ]
Looks might be deceiving. [ He really doesn't feel like much more than a weapon, even if he's more animated and expressive than his counterpart in rival's family. ] Maybe they should give us a contest? Agree on a mark, and whoever gets them first wins.
[ Someone at the table chuckles, but most of the faces remain grim, if not outright disgusted. Someone even mutters something about "putting these animals away into their pen". Cú gestures at him by putting hand to his ear, a wordless 'say that again, louder so everyone can hear' ]
Hm? [Enkidu leans back a little and there's the slightest hint of surprise on their face when they look at him. And right before they want to hear him out about the proposal he just made they catch wind of that comment. It is spoken in soft words but it does make them turn their head back.]
Ah. [Now their attention is on the man who has just spoken.] As a matter of fact I would agree to a contest. [They nudge Cu shortly before they point at the man who just had spoken. A fat little man. Probably a secretary or a bookkeeper.] There is our target, Cu. How many seconds should we give him to run?
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And there are already disagreements. About turfs, about drugs, about women and, of course, about money. To Enkidu nothing really matter. They don't use drugs, they are neutral about women and money is irrelevant. All that truly matters is how loyal they are to their family. To their boss Gil. And everything else is merely some sort of concept to them. Disloyalty doesn't anger them, they don't see their vision turn red and start shooting like a maniac, no...their methods are mostly quick and simple. A simple shot to the heart, a quick knife between the ribs.
Anger blinds too much.
Yet, they do turn their head when some man with long hair mentions their name and starts referring to a triple murder at a cafe.]
Hmm? It is foolish to worry about that... [Now they lean in a little closer] ...I was merely protecting the family I'm loyal to. That is what we all do here, not?
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[ He taps the leg of the half-empty glass. Once, twice. As if he was waiting for a disagreement, for feedback that he is taking a wrong turn in these negotiations. Especially since it's really not his place to speak up. But with the conversation taking a turn to a case he had some ties to— ]
Some thought it a provocation, an attack aimed at us. [ That's how wars begin ] Naturally, that has to be addressed, you fully understand—
[ Enkidu has a reputation that follows them, in hushed whispers. Some speak of them as the Weapon of the family's leader. Given that Cú is the Hound of his family, both a protector and the hunter whenever needed, it is a professional curiosity that makes him focus on Enkidu. ]
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[Grass is green, sky is blue and this is what Enkidu does best. And really, there's nothing on their face that indicates regret or anger or any other sort of emotion. They look completely neutral.]
Weapons are the most effective when its owner knows how to wield it. And I understand why you wish to address it. I hope my answer has been satisfying. [They pause briefly before they lean in just a little, fingers slowly curling around their cup.]
Cú is your name, right?
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But it's all in the end bullshit, Cú thinks. So he interjects with a laugh and a slow clap of his hands, throwing everyone off. ]
That's right, that's exactly how it is, gentlemen. Weapons are exactly like that, their job is not to look pretty but to kill. [ And that's a reminder for everyone here, as much as it is a warning. He tilts his head as he looks at Enkidu, a grin on his lips ] At your service. Enkidu, is it? Looks like we're in the same trade in our families.
7000 years later, a tag appears
Something unimportant. So they nod when Cu speaks. Because yes, that is what they do best. They take Gil's orders and kill whoever he wants to see killed. After all, Gil doesn't dirty his hands with the people he considers garbage.]
Yes. [They turn to gaze at the other. Where he grins the look on their own face remains perfectly neutral. There's no single emotion on it.] And I know of you as well. Yet, you seem less of a weapon than I am, in the end the result is the same.
[A pause.]
Death.
we are moving through the ages...
Looks might be deceiving. [ He really doesn't feel like much more than a weapon, even if he's more animated and expressive than his counterpart in rival's family. ] Maybe they should give us a contest? Agree on a mark, and whoever gets them first wins.
[ Someone at the table chuckles, but most of the faces remain grim, if not outright disgusted. Someone even mutters something about "putting these animals away into their pen". Cú gestures at him by putting hand to his ear, a wordless 'say that again, louder so everyone can hear' ]
we are indeed u_u
Ah. [Now their attention is on the man who has just spoken.] As a matter of fact I would agree to a contest. [They nudge Cu shortly before they point at the man who just had spoken. A fat little man. Probably a secretary or a bookkeeper.] There is our target, Cu. How many seconds should we give him to run?