Was this some odd time travel? Just where the hell was she? She knows
she’s in a place of which would be normal for her world, but alas, she was
nowhere near her homeland nor is she in the timeline she should be. Maka
knows to keep discreet, and decided to blend in with the crowd. Before long,
she heard a speech. Intrigued, she slowly inched herself through the crowd, and
sat down at a table, emerald orbs studying this ongoing speech.
Hearing a voice, she turned her head to look towards a man setting beside
her. His accent… It sounds French. Along with all the others, they were speaking
different language and different accent than what she is used to. She’s almost
afraid to speak herself, knowing she has already possibly drawn attention to herself
by the way she’s dressed so… Modernly in her world.
❝Nope. No ideas from me. Just listening.❞
She retorted, looking up at the Frenchman with interest. It’s odd to approach
others like this. Was he up to something himself?
❝I… Know this may sound odd but…❞
She lingers on her silence, eyes narrowing elsewhere. No. She mustn’t.
What if he’s someone she can’t trust?
❝Ahem. Never mind. I might have had too much to
drink. I’ll be going now.❞
She smiled albit nervously, standing up and moving herself away from
the table and the man. Inside, she was cursing herself. How could she
be so reckless? Especially in public?
HAD IT BEEN UNDER any other circumstance, arno would have brushed the entire situation off and resumed watching the stage as he once were. but this odd girl drew his attention away from the usual activities, thus he begins to pull away from his seat the moment she starts to leave. ‘now, now! you can’t leave me hanging like this. whatever you wish to say, i bet i’m interested in hearing it just as much.’
a sly smirk begins to barely form as he catches up to her in haste, fingers tapping her shoulder ever so gently to acquire her attention. ‘if your intentions is to fix the wrong of this city, i would like to inform you that it’s impossible without the right people fighting at your side.’ arno knows exactly what fighting alone feels like and he knows the dangers of it as well. ‘trust me, your opinions are safe here with me than they would be on the streets, i assure you.’
