[ She's the first to step through, looking a bit impatient. (She'd gotten a little bored at the briefing. Just a little.) She scans the area and immediately finds the twins and makes a beeline for them. Never wasted much time, Yulia. ]
Sorry I'm late. [ Not really. ] I had to take care of a few things before coming here. [ Like last night's party for Josh, but they don't need to know that. ]
[That's from them both as they're making a beeline to the armory. Most of the others that came with Yulia are trailing behind, now joined by their own mentors.]
We're about ready to go on a run, so like we promised? You're with us. Got any questions?
[ She's mostly settled into routine, now. Wake up early, do a bit of warm-up, breakfast, morning training, lunch, and then the rest of the day was dedicated to training with the Whisperers. Unless, of course, they had an engagement, which Yulia sometimes wishes was the case.
It isn't that she was not enjoying training with the Whisperers. Just the way they communicated mostly through poetry that baffles her. It definitely isn't her strong point. The first time she tried, almost everyone in the class gave her a dark look for speaking three lines about snow and a rather morbid death (she couldn't help it, really). Her partner couldn't look her in the eye for a day after that, and she feels sorry for her. And for herself.
Which is probably why she just stands awkwardly in front of Cisco, who should probably be inside the hall teaching and not waiting out here. For her, presumably.
That's when her heart sinks and she frowns. She just knew that poetry would get her in trouble. ]
[ Oh, she remembers that. Actually thought that while the imagery was rather dark, it was a nicely put together verse -- and an interesting choice of subject to offer up during training, considering her initial impression of Yulia being incredibly tight-lipped about her past.
It flew over the heads of the others, it seemed. And that was fine, as far as the Reynardi was concerned. What mattered more, was touching base with the Bladian to check to see if she'd been aware of that.
She offers a cigarette, pats the space beside her. ] Come sit by me.
[ Not answering that question just yet -- she wants to observe the girl a little longer. ]
Just one. [ She's tying her hair back, now. She wouldn't really ask questions usually, but she knows Hikaru is here, so... ] How much did he leave for me-- us to take care of?
[ When Yulia comes around, Haven is closed. The guard out back has been briefed though, so the rear door is unlocked and she can head on in if she thinks to.
Cisco's at the bar, chin resting on a lightly fisted hand as she reads through some files on her laptop. There's a bluetooth earpiece clipped to her ear, but she's not using it now. She's done touching base with one of her charges. ]
...I know, but, [ another drag and her stick is done; contemplates another, and shrugs. ] considering she is Vicenzo Profaci's wife, there might be exceptions.
Edited (i forgot cen was a nickname there whooooops) 2014-02-25 14:53 (UTC)
[ After lunch could have meant any time after noon. Or after she's had lunch. It was a generally vague time that it was probably alright to come in at around 2 in the afternoon.
Although, she doesn't come up at the bar at exactly 2. She wasn't exactly sure if she could just waltz right up there with the guards at the premises not being exactly... very visible. That and she was waffling and kept asking herself what the fuck was she doing there in the first place, and why in the hell did she even accept Cisco's invitation?
Eventually, she gets to the back entrance thanks to finally being able to talk to a guard on duty (not really, he was on his cigarette break and happened to ask her for a light) and finds her way to where Cisco is.
She stands at the opposite end of the bar, and clears her throat to announce her presence. ]
[ Oh man, look at all the shiny. She's a little practical with the things she takes; mostly items that balance her out, help her minimize her weak points. She doesn't take too many, either, since it would just slow her down.
[The Brands, on the other hand, have everything they need already. As such, they spend their time smiling, tossing greetings at the other operatives that move in and out of the armory.]
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