Strike a Pose [OPEN]

[Nassor N. K. ibin H. Kemnebi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: black; width: 450px; border-top: C0C0C0 12px solid; border-bottom: C0C0C0 12px solid; color: grey; text-align: justify;][style=float: right; margin-right: 25px; width: 130px; background-color: C0C0C0; padding: 3 3 3 3; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 22px;]BLACKBIRD singing in the dead of the night. take these broken wings and learn to fly.[/style][style=float: left; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; opacity: 0.5;][/style][style=color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;]Wordcount. 923 words Tag. just somebody Place. Fontana di Trevis, Rome Notes. Fontana [x] [x] & The cloth Nassor was photoshooting on [x][/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;]Summer was ending. Yes, it was. But Italy wasn't any less hot. Rome was burning up. The sun up there toasted anything below. The old old buildings of Rome endured the sun like they had done so many times before. The wind running to the Mediterranean sea was strong and the people from the city had it written all over their faces that it was way too hot for their likings. Ugh, Europeans, they don't really know what heat is. Though all of the heat, their – and the tourists – had their attentions tied to the Fontana di Trevim, one of Rome's greatest tourist attractions. Though, today they didn't have their eyes on the fountain itself but on all of the comotion that was hapenning around it. Not only the perimeter around it was partially protected by cops, not only there were so many people around with cameras and spotlights, but there were people actually inside of the fountain. Nassor was used to this, though. And he was happy today's job involved water. Even though it was Autum/Winter collection. Also, he was wondering who was it that was helping and paying their expenses this time, either them or the stylist held a lot of power over somebody in Rome to be able to let them have the photoshoot inside the Fountain, and not only around it. Really, it was hot as hell inside all of those clothing. He was sweating like a pig. Though, he knew that being around the fountain helped a lot, if there were no water around it would be much worse. If the heat wasn't enough, he was clad all in black. Thankfully, no gloves this time. But he was wearing a long black Trench Coat over a black turtle neck long sleeved shirt and a grey waistcoat, with black leather pants and black boots. The finishing touchs were the jwelry, that, as usual with him, was Egyptian themed. It was his trademark after all. He wore 2 necklaces, a golden one and a silver one with an ankh, he also wore a ring with a name plate. His make up had the so common black lined Egyptian eyes. Today, also as usual, his partner was pretty blond and white woman, a contrast to his tan skin and rough looks. She seemed to be suffering more with the heat than he was, the poor thing. They had already been there since morning, when the photoshoot started outside of the fountain. Now, they had moved to the fountain itself. They posed together. Separated. Strong poses. Style poses. Romantic poses. It was getting tiring. No, it wasn't the girl's – Juliana's – fault, it was just that he had been there since morning, and would stay there until night, and now, all he was looking forward to was the lunch break. And according to his clock, it was going to be in a few minutes. It better be anyway, because he was hungry. He was a model, but he didn't care about eating, he ate what he felt like, and he still looked handsome as hell. A few more poses and he heard a voice shout 'Okay, it's over for now! Lunch break, everybody.' Oh, for all gods, he was waiting for it. Nassor really thought of trying to find a way to get out of the Fountain without getting more wet, but, much like his female partner, he ended up going trough the water anyway. Once outside, he entered the trailer that was being used for when they changed clothes – what happened quite a lot. Changed, and now in much lighter clothing, he left, all intention of going directly to a restaurant. He didn't want the chance of corrsing with anybody he knew. Well, not anybody, to be true, he didn't want to cross with the Cavallone. But, surprising him a pair of gentle hands took hold of his shoulders, the female voice was easily recognized by him. “Not so fast, Pharaoh. You still need to take that make up off your pretty boy face.” “Oh, come on, Michelle, I'm hungry.” “No, no, we must clean off that pretty face of yours, hun.” She dragged him to a chair close to the trailer, with a table on the side and many things used to do and remove make up. “Now, close those odd eyes of yours and I promise I'll be quick, you bossy boy.” He did as he was told, smirking. Nassor slightly relaxed his head as he extended his legs and rested his arms on the arms of the chair. “Now, I was hoping I could keep looking at that gorgeous face of yours. I wouldn't even mind if you did an eslow' gob' that way. Also, really, I missed working with you, dear.” “Hey, Nassy, no flirting with me, I know you already. Also, I missed working with you too, boy, you and that odd accent of yours.” “Ouch, now you hurt me.” She slapped him on the shoulder as he mocked a sad face to her. He had worked with Michelle many times before, she did a good job and the make ups never bothered him. That and she usually had a gentler touch when it came to his scarred skin, what, though unecessary, was rather nice. Oh, well, he'd just wait and hope that none of his 'family' passed by or noticed him. After all, Italy was so big, and the crowd around him was so huge that being seen would be hard. [/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;]BLACKBIRD, FLY credits to Maria from on the edge BLACKBIRD, FLY[/style]

[Oki Shirobara]

Oki decided that he would stop at Rome on his way to Sicily. He wouldn't stay long, of coarse, but he thought he might as well get a tan while he had the chance. He decided to go with his black pants and dark brown shoes to be decent enough. However, he was stripped of clothing from the waist-up. The heat didn't bother him too much, and to be quite honest, he didn't care if people stared or not. In fact, he welcomed the attention and expected it. Despite the heat, the clouds looked absolutely beautiful today and it made him a little happy. However, that wouldn't last because he was soon manhandled by the local police. "Release me before you get hurt..." he said with a grim tone as his Dying Will Flame burned very purely. Out of fear, they released him while he just rolled his eyes. Romans... he thought in distaste before he started shoving his way through the crowd. Hopefully, the Egyptian would notice him before he walked away too far.

[Lucio Amadore Cavallone]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #4477aa; border-bottom: 2px solid #4477aa; background-color: #262626; ] RANDOM ! Awww, Italy was hot today! And Lucio was having more than enough of having to wait and sneak peeks at Nassor, his own cousin and sun guardian, having wanted to visit him by surprise and have a chat with him. It was always fun after all to talk to this person, who snapped at almost everything he said and did, looking more human than whenever he had this Egyptian statue look, all cool and stuff. Also, he taught him a lot, even though he had to play the imbecile to have him talk in the end and actually say something instead of kicking him off (literally) and go find some of his girlfriends. Bastard, not even sharing with his own family without playing the violent one. Which made Lucio think. Was he one of those people who liked pain? Because really, first his eye stabbed out by his dear brother Fredo and now Nassor who kept on kicking him back...Yeah, he must be. Ah well. The young man was strolling quite proudly through the streets, his hands in his pockets, the large and long jacket fluttering behind him in the wind he created with his pace and couldn't help but to wink left and right to boys and girls, making some blush, others scowl and some others faint. He felt like being the king right now, position he would soon loose next to Nassor and look like a complete moron. Which was fun actually, since it only reinforced the figure he had of a random looser in the Cavallone family. Quickly, he found the tall mop of hair that came out from the crowd, a little higher than his own and he rushed over, trying to tacklehugglomp the other young man, while pushing someone by accident aside - a white head. Who was from the Vongola as he had gathered. Not that he would seek for a fight right now. He wasn't in the mood for that, nor did he wish to bring attention to him. "شقيق ناسور! وأخيرا وجدت لك! (Brother Nassor! I finally found you!)"

[/color] he called out in the man's native language, on purpose to confuse the white head.


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words;; Many~

tags;; Nassor and Oki~

notes;; Lucio knows who both of you are~!

credit to grey of ote

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[Nassor N. K. ibin H. Kemnebi]

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He is a very angry gentleman.[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;]The whole comotion around them was usual to Nassor. On his 3 years as a model he had shared an apartment with 4 other guys, slept on small hotel rooms, changed and been buried in make up in a small space behind the catwalk. Beyound the fashiona nd glamour, there was much hard work, comotions and small spaces. The new, though, was the crowd gathering around. He was used to shooting in the top of buildings, shirtless and barefoot in the middle of the winter, or even somewhere in a zoo, with a snake around his neck or a tiger at his feet, but usually those places were far fromt he public in general. Today was diferent, and to make matters worse, he was in the heart of Italy. His sixth sense was telling him that something bad would happen...well, all magazines had pretty much screamt about him and Juliana – the blond model that was with him – coming here for the photoshoot. He had the feeling that a certain person he knew was going to follow that lead just to bother him. “So, here we go, I've cleant all of the eyeliner, you can open your eyes now, Pharaoh.” Nassor slowly openned his lavender eyes. That killer smile once more on his face. No, in fact he didn't want anything with Michelled, she was pretty, yes, reddish brown curly hair and a sweet figure, but they were friend and he didn't want to destroy that friendship. But it didn't mean that he wouldn't enjoy playing a bit. Nassor was something of a tease after all, but he'd know when to stop. He took hold of her hand, keeping it pinned to the side of his face where she was taking off the make up for now. “What a lovely visage to have when I open my eyes.” “Stop that Nassor, I'm just about to finish my job.” He gave a laugh, the hoarse deep sound, something pretty usual for him, but let go of her hand anyway, so she kept working. The two pretty much kept a casual conversation, Nassor trying to ignore the crowd and trust the work of the cops while Michelle giggled at a joke or another – and at his heavy heavy Egyptian accent. Well, it was like this until he heard a well know – but highly uninvited – voice. Speaking on Arabic language. With a stupid Italian accent. And a somewhat more formal way. Lucio. If that bastard wanted to talk to him, he'd better go learn Arabic on Egypt. The groan that left Nassor just startled the already confused make up artist, Michelle recognized the language as something that sounded like the one Nassor curse and muttered on when he was angry. Though, she had no idea what it meant. “Nassor?” She looked around and spotted the other tall tanned male. Nassor rose a hand and rubbed his eyes, the sleeves of his white button up shirt rolled all the way up to right above his elbows. He rested his arms back on the chair's arm, dropped his head back and closed his eyes, muttering to himself on a rough voice. “That was why I wanted to go straigh to the restaurant.” The answer that followed was on a louder and rougher voice, the language was the Egyptian Arabic, a bit different than the oroginal but still understandable. “لوسيو؟ اللعنة ما تفعلين هنا؟ ومنذ متى أنا أخوك؟ لا تذهب تتصرف كما لو كانت قريبة!” Nassor decided to ignore the rest of the world and looked directly to Michelle. “Just...ignore it. Trust me.” She looked very confused as she took a step back from the chair. It was probably almost possible to see smoke coming from Nassor's ears. He had just had a hard day of work and he didn't want to deal with it. He just wanted to have lunch and rest a bit, there was still a long day before him. But, ugh, Ra, why? Why this? --------------------------------------------------------------- 1- لوسيو؟ اللعنة ما تفعلين هنا؟ ومنذ متى أنا أخوك؟ لا تذهب تتصرف كما لو كانت قريبة! - Lucio? What the fuck are you doing in here?! And since when am I your brother? Don't go acting as if were were close! [/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;]BLACKBIRD, FLY credits to Maria from on the edge BLACKBIRD, FLY[/style]

[Oki Shirobara]

Oki glaced at the Egyptian with a weird look before he started to walking away. Besides, he didn't feel like fighting in this heat. Despite that, he had other things to do anyway and they seemed too busy socializing with each other. "Just who does he think he is anyway?" Oki asked himself in his native tongue. Let's just say that this was only Lucio's lucky day.

[Lucio Amadore Cavallone]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #4477aa; border-bottom: 2px solid #4477aa; background-color: #262626; ] RANDOM ! "Buuuu~ Why are you ignoring me, Nassor?" continued Lucio in Arabic, trying to fix his horrible accent. "I even tried to learn our natal language properly, but the only thing you do is rejecting me. Really, really nice, Nassor. You are a total jerk to me, once again. Ah well, I still love you. By the way, ever planning to come visit the headquarters? Even if it was just to share a meal with me?" The tall man crossed his arms over his chest and brought a puppy tearing face to his face, faking that he was going to cry, hurt by the harsh reaction he had gotten from Nassor. A little more and he would cry on purpose, only to attract that much attention upon them to have the Egyptian have to do something, otherwise having his perfect picture ruined. Lucio just loved teasing him, going to certain ends that were most likely going far too much overboard. Though, Lucio was too easily bored right now, not having the patience to have Nassor finally make him cry and thus with some extra speed, he sneaked between the girl and Nassor, slinging one arm over his cousin's shoulder, leaning on it, one eye closed in a wink while he lifted his other hand to his lips in a sign for silence. "Neh, Neh, Nassor, do you see that kid over there, showing off his flames. Who do you think he's part of, eh?~ You guessed it riiiiight~ Vongola. Now, what should we do of him? Dispose of the kid as example for the Clam family?" But then Lucio let go of Nassor, slipping away before he could get a hit in his stomach and twirled around the woman who was with Nassor, taking her hand and kissing it, before going over to the albino, appearing behind him and placing a hand on top of his head and ruffling his hair. "Y'know kid...This isn't Sicily and your dear Vongola isn't there to help you." He forced the boy to look left and right, to see the crowd, the shooting team and most of all the police that roamed around. "If you don't wish to bother your dear leader and friend, you'd better hide that gun and those cloud flames. Who knows there are enemies around who'd like to kill you once it's a better timing to do so?" Lucio whispered darkly in his ear before moving away again, grinning again. The long haired man bowed to the albino, almost mockingly, already having guessed who he was. "My name is Lucio~ Lucio Brigante~ I am honored to meet you, dear fellow Guardian of Awesomness~" And upon having said those words, he winked to the teenager again and went over to the woman who was with Nassor, starting a conversation with her, trying to convince her to accept eating dinner with him and his cousin, as well as complimenting on how great she did her job. After all, she was keeping Nassor in a great mood, wasn't she? words;; Many~ tags;; Nassor and Oki~ notes;; Lucio knows who both of you are~! credit to grey of ote

[Nassor N. K. ibin H. Kemnebi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: black; width: 450px; border-top: C0C0C0 12px solid; border-bottom: C0C0C0 12px solid; color: grey; text-align: justify;][style=float: right; margin-right: 25px; width: 130px; background-color: C0C0C0; padding: 3 3 3 3; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 22px;]BLACKBIRD singing in the dead of the night. take these broken wings and learn to fly.[/style][style=float: left; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; opacity: 0.5;][/style][style=color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;]Wordcount. 696 words Tag. just somebody Place. Fontana di Trevis, Rome Notes. Nassor is ignoring people. Again. He wished this was not happening.[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;]Nassor was pissed off. Michelle was confused. Lucio was trolling in arabic and the rest of the crow stared as somebody had not only slipped past them and past the cops, but was also coming way too close to the international model that just seemed not to be having a good day. In fact, Nassor's day was going from bad to worse, unexpected and unwanted visits from a world he wanted to forget that ever existed, and his lunch break being stolen from his fingers as time passed by. Really, he was getting more and more pissed off. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and let out loud sight. Really, this was only getting worse. And Lucio's horrible arabic was not making it any better. “!يكفي ” His rough loud voice startle Michelle who had pretty much no idea if her friend has just cursed the world or called the cops. “Let's 'estart by showing more respect. It's not only you and me here, Michelle has never heard arabic in her entire life!” Nassor was not even caring about his cousin's face. Or his feelings, for the matter. The whole situation was maiking his blood boil. If there weren't that many people around, he'd have already had an outburst, screamt, and cursed everything from here to the moon and back again. But there were way too many people around for him to do such things. This was really taking all his patience, mature, Nassor, you are the mature one. Keep the focus. Keep the focus. Shit, Lucio was not cooperating either. The moment he felt his cousin's arm around him, he sent a glare, crossing his legs and tapping his feet in an anxious manner. This was really getting to his nerves. The talk about the mafia was bothersome to him, he really didn't wanna know anything . All he really want was to have his usual life, no need for mafia stuff. But he sadly couldn't run away from some things. Maktub. It was destiny. What a bitch could destiny be. So, when Lucio started to talk about the boy he had not even noticed before, Nassor all but thought of wanting to get Michelle away from he and his cousin. And to move somewhere else. Citizens didn't need to know such things. “فليكن. قال انه سوف يموت قريبا بما يكفي اذا استمر يتصرف من هذا القبيل. Don't be reckless, Lucio.” Nassor knew he had just done the opposite to what he had said, but he really wanted to avoid talking about those matter.s He rubbed his eyes, now more tired than angry, or at least so he seemed. Michelle was still – or maybe, even more – dumbfolded. She pretty much had lost any grip of whatever was going on around anymore. “Err...Are those people your friends, Nassor?” “Stupid blondie there is my cousin. No idea who is the other one he is talking to.” Nassor sent a tired glare to his cousin, watching as he talked to the albino guy. By his features, he was probably Japanese. Now, why couldn't he just have stayed in his own country, huh? This little meeting was really becoming a huge bother. He'd better do something to finish this little 'party' before things got out of control. Ugh, how much he hated being in Italy. Then, Lucio came back, all happy-go-lcuky, trying to talk Michelle into having dinner with them. Nassor wasn't in favor of that. He surely wanted to kee a normal friend awar from this far from normal world. The tall egyptian got up, he was by far the tallest around. He put a strong hand on Lucio's shoulder, starting to interrupt this conversation. “Don't go acting all 'nice guy' now, Lucio. I ain't taking your talk, nor is Michelle. And we have a loooong day going 'round, right, Michelle? There is not time for that. Don't go bothering her. And don't listen to anything he says, Michelle. He can be worse than the picture you all paint of me.” Now, Nassor knew he had to make sure that Lucio stopped. Michelle didn't need to be brought into that world of theirs. A world which Nassor himself had refused entering. This whole talk was not making him any happy, not at all. ------------- 1. Maktub - "It is written" a way of saying that the destiny is already written, no changing. 2. !يكفي - Enough! 3. فليكن. قال انه سوف يموت قريبا بما يكفي اذا استمر يتصرف من هذا القبيل. - Let him be. He will die soon enough if he keeps acting like that. [/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;]BLACKBIRD, FLY credits to Maria from on the edge BLACKBIRD, FLY[/style]

[Oki Shirobara]

After hearing what Lucio had told him, Oki took his advise to make sure that his gun was out of sight and that he make sure he wasn’t emitting any Cloud Flames. Oki also found it curious that the man had such a way of striking fear into the heart of the young Hitman. The albino didn’t understand why Lucio took the time to advise him so, and it was very possible that the Egyptian could have saved his life. Oki decided the least he could do was to introduce himself. To be honest, he wasn’t thinking too much because of the heat. Despite that fact, he was flattered by Lucio’s comments and felt like he should at least engage in conversation with him.

Unfortunately, Oki also noticed that the dark-skinned male he was talking to didn’t entirely enjoy Lucio’s company. Yet, something inside of him told him that Lucio only acted out with these strange behaviors because he wanted attention. With a sigh, this time carefully weaving through the massive number of people in the area while having the manners to “excuse me” if he needed to cut through a few lines. He was currently debating what it should be that he should say, but he would just have to make it up as he went along.

Once Oki was able to politely get through the people that were in the way, he quietly walked toward the apparent trio before he made his move. “My name is Oki Shirobara, it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Brigante.” Oki said very formally to Lucio in the best Italian that he could muster, but his accent was still roughly urban like he was from a district of Tokyo. Sure, he needed some more practice, but he still spoke the language fairly well. He certainly didn’t want to be rude now that Lucio had introduced himself. To be honest, ignoring someone that just introduced themselves was frowned upon in his family.

[Lucio Amadore Cavallone]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #4477aa; border-bottom: 2px solid #4477aa; background-color: #262626; ] RANDOM ! Lucio grinned at his cousin's words. Him who always wanted to reject the idea that they were related had just admitted in public that he had family - which was for the bleached head an accomplishment. On the other hand, he was sort of disappointed from the lack of reactions he got from Nassor. Most likely it was because he hadn't pushed him far enough...yet. Ah well, he would find a way, he would. Rejection and no weren't things that Lucio would accept, not even from a man that was most likely more powerful than him. But that had yet to be proven because of the lack of battles in which he had seen Nassor participating in. He had only trained with Fredo so far and his rain guardian, so, he had yet to see the events going with his dear cousin. The tall man turned around from Michelle for a while, frowning lightly to Nassor, as clear sign he wasn't pleased. "I'm always nice, Nassor. Tell me the last time when I wasn't." Lucio was serious this time. The only moment when he hadn't been nice was when he had forced Nassor into the Cavallone. But then it wasn't as if he told him to stop working and so on. And he visited him rarely too, being only a pain for short whiles before leaving him again, knowing fairly well that socializing with him was close to impossible as long he wasn't a woman that wasn't related to him. And it did hurt him, if not pushing him even more into his rebellious ways. After all, all efforts he did to understand Nassor, to please him, to make him happy were reduced to dust mercilessly. "You're like...Seth incarnated, Nassor. Just not being on a war path yet and chasing girls away. But you are evil with me." he finally stated in arabic, not even scared that he was most likely insulting Nassor's religion now. "I hope that Ma'at's justice and Basts' familial love shall one day make your realize that it's only justice to treat your own blood with more respect and kindness." The Cavallone head had done his homework - he wasn't completely ignorant. But alas, he just felt the need to play it. "Anywaaaaaaay~ I'mma tell the shooting director that we're going out for your lunch break. And we'll be taking this lovely white head with us. Michelle, dear, please do come along with us guys. We need a feminine touch with us rough males. And you seem to be like a guardian angel for me around my dear cousin Nassor who hates me so much for no reason." The man smiled kindly to her and took her arm, dragging him off for a few minutes to the shooting director while speaking with her about the shooting, genuinely interested in her work and role in all this around his Egyptian cousin. And the woman happily chatted back to him, more or less on her guard because of her colleague's words but not wishing to be rude with the young man. Once both of them were back, Lucio managed to catch Oki's presentation. To which he nodded with a large grin. The boy had listened to him...And clearly felt that he was in some sort of dangerous position right now. After all, even if Nassor wasn't really with him, he was still a Cavallone. And he listened to Lucio as much as it came to killing and fighting at least. But that would be unnecessary, especially with Michelle around. He didn't want to scare that lovely lady, didn't he?~ The kid's accent was heavy, rough and quite amusing, him still not being able to pronounce the L, the R and some other sounds. It amused Lucio and he let of the woman go to sling his arm over his shoulder and punch the air with a large, childish smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in excitement. "I got the OK from the director to take all of ya out eating! So, we're going to get the best pasta of the place and share it together like good friends as we are, right, N-a-s-s-o-r." Again a glance for the other man, telling him to not to disobey him. He wanted to spend time with him, with Michelle, who he had taken sympathy for and with this other guardian from the Vongola. He needed that time to spread some of his false information about his own family. After all, the plan behind confusing people was to create a weakness that he could use later on for his own achievements for the Cavallone... "Oki-san, please do join us~" he finally said in perfect Japanese. "We'll love your company and you -need- to tell us about the Vongola. It has been a while since we heard of our dear friends." words;; 822~ D< Now make posts of at least 400 words with that you two /shot tags;; Nassor and Oki~ notes;; Lucio knows who both of you are~! credit to grey of ote

[Nassor N. K. ibin H. Kemnebi]

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His cellphone is a sony ericsson walkman.[/style] [style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;]“How about at times like this, when you keep on bothering me?” Nassor wasn't up for playing today. He had woken up early and had been on that goddanmed fountai since he had finished breakfast. If his cousin was after a playmate, he'd better turn the other way. All Nassor really wanted to do was go back home and maybe play Senet in peace for a while. But, nooooo! He had to deal with that idiot. Next time he'd refuse any call for work in Italy. That was it, he was letting his manager know that, never again would he come back to Italy. Never! He was full of that place and it's people. He was fed of this bullshit! He really felt like drowing Lucio on the nearest river and let the water flow take away his body! Ok, cool down, calm down, Nassor... Yeah, that made it. Talk about his behavior, but never, NEVER on your lifetime, talk about his religion if you are not part of it. He took that to the heart as a grave offense, and he was raised in Egypt, around there, Honor, Hospitality and Vengeance are words of order. The hand on Lucio's shoulder gripped stronger yet, Nassor let out a feral growl not even caring about his circunstances. He fully turned Lucio to him, forcefully, eyes serious and full of fury. He wasn't taking it anymore. “You bastard! You have no respect! Don't talk about what your tiny brain can't understand! I'll be very very clear! YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. FAMILY. Not in a thousand years a traitor like you will be considerated my family. You are a foreinger for me, and always will be!” “Na-Nassor...” Michelle's hand came to the much taller male's shoulders. His deadly grip on his blood realtive was lost and he turned away, muttering something on ancient Egyptian language. Now, this was getting ridiculous, if it wasn't for that many people, he'd have just punched Lucio square in the face, strong enough to throw off one of his teeth. His patience was running out. “Nassor, calm down, just... Calm down, my friend. Nassor, whatever it is that he said, just...just remember: Брань не дым -- глаза не ест. Just do not listen and he can't harm you.” The well spoken words of the native Russian girl were not unknow to Nassor. Nor was the language or the meaning of the proverb. But he wasn't very happy at this moment. In all realityhe was very, very pissed off. Lucio had gotten to his nerves today, that stupid child. “Всяк сверчо́к знай свой шесто́к. He should keep his big mouth shut!” When Lucio came back, Michelle still had her hands on Nassor's shoulders. Nassor had already gathered himself but still wore that angry expression on his handsome face. He was pretty pissed off. His cellphone on his right hand, his wireless headphones on his left. If he had to go to that horrible lunch, he'd finish it quickly and ignore them. Music would keep him calm. At the announcement of lunch, Micheller decided to speak for herself, much to Nassor's good, she had either listened to him or Ra was on his side today. “I can't go. I'm going to have lunch with Julia today, I had already promised her.” She made an effort to get within the height of Nassor's shoulders and gave him a hug, he lowered himself and gave her a kiss in the cheek, getting one back. “I hope your lunch will be much better than mine. I see you later then.” “Don't be so grumpy, Nassor, try not to force your face, you can't let it winkle. Remember, Nassor, after this ordeal, you have now about 40 minutes to get lunch and be back here. Not getting late.” He just scoffed and, turning back to the two other males, growled. The only reason he was going this time was to make sure that Lucio wouldn't do anything too stupid that would put Nassor himself in trouble. In all reality, right now, to think that he only had 40 minutes of lunch was a blessing. He'd be back at the fountain even sooner, like he always did. He was a man of word and one who was never late. Nassor may not seem like it, but he is rather serious with work. The Egyptian male plugged his wireless headphones deep within his ears and turned on his cellphone's music player. “Your heard her. I have 40 minutes and I plan on being here at least 5 minutes sooner. I have a time schedule to respect, unlike you who, as it seems, have no job. Let's get going.” ------------- 1. Брань не дым -- глаза не ест. - "Hard words break no bones." Michelle is somewhat telling Nassor not to listen tot he words. 2. Всяк сверчо́к знай свой шесто́к. - "Every man to his business." Nassor is saying that Lucio should keep from talking about "his business", as in his religion. [/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;]BLACKBIRD, FLY credits to Maria from on the edge BLACKBIRD, FLY[/style]

[Lucio Amadore Cavallone]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #4477aa; border-bottom: 2px solid #4477aa; background-color: #262626; ] RANDOM ! Check mate and one point for Lucio. Nassor had snapped quite a lot, finally having something more human as expression. Though, he had to admit that being rejected by him did hurt over and over again. Was he a masochist? Most likely. After all, he was surrounded by people who would most likely reject him over and over again, two of them being his only pillars. Well, Nassor was one too, a safety barrier for himself so that he didn't go too far with anything. Ah, ah, all of his choices were purely selfish, weren't they? Even though he sought the best for the Famiglia, the Cavallone and all those who lived in it. He was most likely a bad person, right? "You may hide behind your own ideas, Nassor, but even bonds of blood were recognized by the Egyptian gods. Even the one between Seth and Osiris and Horus. Seth was hated for the bad doings it had done against both of them and yet everyone kept the honor and respect up to call them family related by blood. If you are going to stay in denial, be my guest. You're the foolish one in this story." Lucio slapped the hand of his cousin away, frowning slightly, even though his lips were still smiling. His mood had dropped somewhat. Nassor should stop refusing him already. He wouldn't give up, never. But he could always hope and wish, right? "Stop playing god instead of them and come back to your human reason, dear cousin. Your stubborn attitude might kill you one day." He pouted when Michelle refused his offer but guessed that it would be one weight off Nassor's shoulders. He hadn't been planning to say anything major in her presence, merely have small talk and make a lie up if needed to cover up the Cavallone and Vongola part. He was quite gifted into telling things that weren't true. After all, he got many people to follow or reject him because of them. Most of his life was a lie - pretending to be a peaceful and random fellow, he was in fact hiding many of his own selfishness and plans. Bastard Nassor - why had he even bothered to ask him to go eat lunch with him. Some of his wanted to give up, he had far enough of the rough and rude attitude of his cousin. On the other hand, if he gave up, Nassor would have won. "You're trying quite desperately to ignore and deny me. Frowning causes people to age earlier, y'know." he replied with a grin to the last comments he got. "And indeed, I don't have a job~ Sorry to be a failure, Na-chan~" And on that, the long haired male bowed to Michelle with a smile, grabbed Oki by the neck and dragged Nassor by the arm along with him, towards some restaurant. --- Once in the restaurant, Lucio made his two companions settle down at the most expensive table and invited them to take whatever they wanted. It was an French restaurant - Italian would have offended Nassor and Lucio didn't know any Egyptian restaurants in Rome as of yet. He would have to look up for once, to try to have Nassor to see him under a better eye than usually. Maybe he would be relaxed enough to at least talk to him in a civilized manner. "Feel free to take whatever you want, both of you. It's my treat." he declared happily. words;; 822~ D< Now make posts of at least 400 words with that you two /shot tags;; Nassor and Oki~ notes;; ;-; sorry for the suckiness of this post credit to grey of ote