@akaihachimaki // liked the Starter Call:
“Um…ex-excuse me,” at first her voice was almost indecernable from the lack of power in it. “-are… you the person who consults with Lord van Zieks?”
Daedra was always nervous of speaking too loudly, or heaven forbid, informally within the Hall of Justice. One false step and it was a night in the goal for punishment, or so the folks on the streets liked to believe. She’d heard all kinds of talk, so who knew what was true.
However, based on the description she was given, Daedra was sure she’d found the correct person. Average stature, brown hair with unusual sharp cuts, and a stark white suit with highly polished trimmings.
She thought the sword might have been a give-away, but she was surprised at how many men walked around with them!
“Lord van Zieks wanted you to receive these,” the redhead explained before reaching into the woven basket hooked over her one arm. With a flew clacks of glass jars, she pulled out a large paper packet, bundled in a long envelope with a noticeable and familiar wax seal sealing it.
Daedra turned it over to check the name. Though, her eyebrows immediately furrowed once she saw the collection of letters. While an excellent reader, she had to admit she’d never seen a name arranged in such a way. Awkwardly, she tried to sound it out for him in hopes to receive confirmation that she had the right person.
A person who consults with Van Zieks, huh? Admittedly, he was still getting used to being referred to as such- Working alongside someone like Van Zieks was just so surreal feeling for Kazuma, especially since he had absolutely hated him not too long ago.
This woman, though- He didn’t really remember having seen her around, before... If she worked here in the courthouse, he supposed she must have been a new hire... Either that or she worked for Van Zieks directly, in which case they would not have met, seeing as Kazuma tended to avoid the other man’s manor on principle. Much as he didn’t really hate Van Zieks anymore, he didn’t want to spend much off-clock time with him, either... At least, not just yet.
He turned to face her, giving her his full attention, and waited as she got her bearings together with the letters she was holding...
... And she seemed to be struggling to pronounce his name. He supposed he couldn’t blame her, seeing as she likely had no knowledge of the Japanese language, even if he felt his name was a simple one to say.
“Kazuma Asougi,” he sounds it out for her, “And that would be me, yes. Might I know your name, as well?”
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
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