She nodded in greeting, and smiled softly. Her mind took her to the present and looked around for her molly boss, O'Reilly, also what would pass as an eternal deadly enemy, but was in fact someone that was doing his lot in life to live "Señor O'Reilly?"
The man didn't even raised his eyes, while he cleaned his glasses, and just waved her away, giving consent. One could almost swear a genuine smirk appeared from under the bushy mustache. Kira looked at the helmet and replied sheepishly. "Si, estoy liv- err. I am in my break."
With a nod, he turned and began to walk, taking for granted she'd follow along beside him. "You still haven't answered my question.."
He had to admit, he found it slightly amusing that she had managed to continue to steer away from his question, clearly she was more clever than anyone had given her credit for.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
The sound of the whisky spinning in the glass was Silver's companion as they left the bar. The security guards cleared them out, and two minutes later, one of them nodded to their boss, O'Reilly. The man nodded back and looked at Silver which nodded in return. Two all black clad forms jumped down and landed with grace, XV-15's on their backs, scaring some of the customers. O'Reilly started to dispense some free alcohol to ease them and their minds as both dark soldiers removed a small device from her side pockets and started sweeping the location for any kind of device. Two minutes later, Dai Yoshiara removed his mask and nodded to Silver and the other dark figure, and went to change. Silver approached the remaining one that was knelt, collecting a hair from the floor, from where the table was broken.
"So, wadda ya think?"
The form rose from the floor and a set of female kusarian eyes, one glinting in a greenish hue as the light hit it, and placed the hair inside a small bag.
"It went extremely well. The girl.. is one of yours?"
Silver grinned, and sipped some more whisky. She then playfully kicked a piece of the table, sending it skidding to the wall, like a small kid's play, happy and content.
"Nah. T'was the 'verse way to show us that we don't know it all'."
The woman in black turned around and involuntarily flexed her hand, placing the small plastic bag inside a side pocket. She then removed two small cards from another pocket.
"Two pristine identities. Only good for the next twenty four hours. More than enough for you to see your daughter, I am certain."
Silver picked up both cards, shaking them in the air, agreeing silently. She sipped some more whisky before finally talking.
"In an'out. Bretland never agreed with me."
The black clad woman gave a slight nod, and turned to depart, heading to the back. Silver stopped her, imitating the sound of a gunshot. The woman turned and looked Silver in the eyes.
"Thanks. For everythin'."
Silver smiled a little and bowed, in the most Kusarian of ways. And the woman in black bowed as well.
"Safe winds."
The woman rose and resumed to her exit, already with a speedy step.
"Strong huntin'."
Silver whispered back, finally lookin' around and finishing her whisky, thinking about her road ahead. All the way up to hell.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop