The devil at his work. Even for centuries back then, it was expected by most when the term or the presence of someone who seemed rather suspicious or even chilling would welcome assumptions and fear in some cases. The sun was beating down on both of them since it was in the middle of the day.
Claude seemed both formal and in some way, even like that of a noir detective with the coat he had on. The wind blew to provide some equalization, temperature wise. He stood there with his hands inside the pockets of his coat, prepared to give his proposition.
“Inoue Orihime. There could be something I could help you with instead. I’am fine in my condition but thank you for your question.” Claude was starting to, in a manner of speaking, begin to reveal his “new deal”. For as mentioned, he knew of her past, her extraordinary powers, and even her past with her comrades who were once friends. He knew she grew fond of her companions and allies she would later meet, and her encounters with the Espada. He knew of her attempt to run away from it all as well. He sat down on what seemed to be a peaceful chair, enough to have three people there to share the same seat.
“How would it sound if I were to offer a new direction your life could take?” He said as he looked up to her, now with his hands crossed, prepared to tell her more of what would seem to be a promising contract. The contract that could reward it’s signer with it’s benefits and new strength upon taking this oath.
She did not like the sensation she was experiencing. She did not like the insecurity.
The warmth of the sun filtered through the clouds in golden beams, and yet she could not shake off this feeling of coldness that was seeping into her bones. A breeze picked up, swirling through her long hair. She watched cautiously as the man sat himself down on a bench, peering up at her from underneath the brim of his hat. His glasses glinted as he regarded her, hands folding across his lap; the way he was watching her made Orihime feel like she was being analyzed.
In fact, his mannerisms brought to mind a friend of hers back from Karakura Town by the name of Uryū Ishida – both were obviously intelligent and possessed proper decorum – but unlike him, Ishida never made her feel so very cold, just by standing in his presence. At the mental image of her raven-haired friend, she smiled nostalgically, though quickly shook her head free of the memory to blink back into reality.
“How would it sound if I were to offer a new direction your life could take?”
His utterance had definitely caught her attention. Cocking her head to the side, Orihime murmured, “What … what do you mean? What exactly is it you’re offering?” Her brows dipped, wondering where this conversation could possibly be leading. All she knew was that she needed to stay on her toes and carefully watch what she said.
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