“ Oh…I would not describe myself as spunky, miss. I would say tired of being pushed is far more accurate…I am bored, if I may give it a single word. ”
Loki replied, raising a hand somewhat dismissively before dropping their hands to their side, slowing their side step to a stop. There was less aggression present within this woman than they suspected from first impressions. And they were here to learn and discover…Rethinking, they took one last look around the area before returning to look at the colossal woman.
“ Aah, you would be right in the foreign matter… But I suppose it is some pleasure to meet you, miss Maria, if I may shorten it… ”
Politeness would always be a strong suit of theirs. Perhaps it was from diplomatic training in their youth to become a King…That or from the experience of ages of talking to those that could have hated them. Loki preferred to avoid enemies after all! One couldn’t be rude and expect no reciprocations for their actions. Loki once more lifted their hand, staring down at it a moment, following down their scarification, a serpent’s tail, before settling their palm below their chin. Any real scales from their fruit had faded into their skin, no longer present, their posture said nothing of aggression. Only calm–only unbreakable composure.
“ Ah, but I have had enough time in brothels, working in them makes them rather boring in retrospect… I am not here to pleasure myself in that way either. I am a traveler, one who likes to learn rather than stay put. If that takes me to the lair of a siren then… ”
A low hum as the closed their remaining eye and tapped a finger to their scarred cheek.
“ …So be it, hardly is that the most dangerous situation I have managed to slither my way out of. ”
❝ BOREDOM can still drive your mind to so many places. Let’s hope madness isn’t one of them for you. ❞
Her name pronounced on the lips of a newcomer always sounded so refreshing, whether joyful, pain-induced or just plainly menacing tones... That one, however, sounded polite. What a sight to behold, she couldn’t help but laugh lightly. After all, manners were the last thing one would have for a prostitute.
❝ Black Maria , Maria, wench, whore... I’ve been called everything. I hardly care how you choose to address me. ❞
What a unique person, that thought kept invading her mind. Maria had considered taming the newcomer as she had done with many before, but somehow she felt their actions had called for another type of approach. With a tap of her fingers, Maria shook away the ashes from her cigarette and took another huff.
❝ If learning is what you wish, I can gladly aid in this business.❞ Using her cigarette, she pointed at the entrance of the brothel. ❝ This land belongs to Kaido of the Beasts, one who many call the Strongest Creature. Anything outside of those doors is a death sentence.❞
Her eyes wandered towards their scar. She had seen missing eyes, limbs and other type of wounds throughout her years as pirate, it wasn’t anything new for the oiran, but it felt like theirs could tell a story she was interested in listening. Their attitude towards danger was one thing she hadn’t encountered as much in the seas. Even when it came to the strongers Beast Pirates, she could tell they feared danger in one way or another.
❝ But of course, I should’ve guessed from your marks you wouldn’t care for that sort of danger. You’re what many would call a sneaky rat, I see. ❞
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