Post by ragady on May 26, 2011 3:03:32 GMT -5
((True.))
When the man moved forward, she narrowed her eyes at his implications of threat. Just let him get close enough, she could play innocent well enough, and slit his throat the moment- wait, a proposition? Work of sorts? Now that did interest her. Ragady was not exactly the kind to be able to get just any job, and the proposition of a task did intrigue her. Her eyes scanned the form before her, and she noted his lack of fear. She wasn't sure yet if she liked or disliked his lack of the emotion she so often craved, but for the time he at least seemed to be the sort to offer a job she might actually be inclined to do.
She seemed to consider for a moment, and at last offered a name.
"Ich bin Ragady." a simple name, she held no titles as of yet.
"And I will listen to your proposal." Ragady did not know if he did really know her at all, she was not exactly the kind of person you forgot, when introduced properly. And she certainly was not aware of any rumors floating around about her yet, though those would certainly appear in no time. A nameless nightmare, whose encounter it is not likely you will survive, will most likely be the rumors. At least, for the normal citizens of Gotham.
As for a job, it was clear from the way her stance changed at the very mention, that she would take such a thing quite seriously. She was a diligent worker, professional and loyal to her employer. She only hoped it would be a job suitable for one such as her. More than that, she was not fool enough to believe alliances were not needed in the least, even if she was not the ideal of a socialite. Or, a social anything for that matter. There were so few people she liked, though business associates were more likely than "friends". Really, what would she need a useless thing like a friend for anyways? Everyone served a purpose, and those who did not, were disposed of.
The feline, she was not particularly worried about it. Such a creature could more than take care of itself, and if at any point they were separated, and it should appear to her again, she imagined the creature could more than have it's uses, so long as she provided something in return. And if it were to decide such a thing not worth it, and slither off through the shadows, then such would be it's choice. It would have little impact on her.
When the man moved forward, she narrowed her eyes at his implications of threat. Just let him get close enough, she could play innocent well enough, and slit his throat the moment- wait, a proposition? Work of sorts? Now that did interest her. Ragady was not exactly the kind to be able to get just any job, and the proposition of a task did intrigue her. Her eyes scanned the form before her, and she noted his lack of fear. She wasn't sure yet if she liked or disliked his lack of the emotion she so often craved, but for the time he at least seemed to be the sort to offer a job she might actually be inclined to do.
She seemed to consider for a moment, and at last offered a name.
"Ich bin Ragady." a simple name, she held no titles as of yet.
"And I will listen to your proposal." Ragady did not know if he did really know her at all, she was not exactly the kind of person you forgot, when introduced properly. And she certainly was not aware of any rumors floating around about her yet, though those would certainly appear in no time. A nameless nightmare, whose encounter it is not likely you will survive, will most likely be the rumors. At least, for the normal citizens of Gotham.
As for a job, it was clear from the way her stance changed at the very mention, that she would take such a thing quite seriously. She was a diligent worker, professional and loyal to her employer. She only hoped it would be a job suitable for one such as her. More than that, she was not fool enough to believe alliances were not needed in the least, even if she was not the ideal of a socialite. Or, a social anything for that matter. There were so few people she liked, though business associates were more likely than "friends". Really, what would she need a useless thing like a friend for anyways? Everyone served a purpose, and those who did not, were disposed of.
The feline, she was not particularly worried about it. Such a creature could more than take care of itself, and if at any point they were separated, and it should appear to her again, she imagined the creature could more than have it's uses, so long as she provided something in return. And if it were to decide such a thing not worth it, and slither off through the shadows, then such would be it's choice. It would have little impact on her.