Post by Akihiro Yamada on Jan 24, 2016 23:07:24 GMT -5
Aki watched the production that the new girls put on, and although they lowered their weapons and surrendered, he narrowed his eyes nonetheless. He was silent as he took in their words, their claims that they were sisters who had been searching for each other, and focused in on the brunette's threat, coupled with the blond's plea for mercy. The one had threatened to kill him before he could kill her, which spurned an angry response from Zac, and the other had pointed out the uselessness in killing them while they were unarmed. It stuck out to him, bold and obvious, but it wasn't the phrase that caught him off guard.
It was her accent, and the other's lack thereof.
As the two left their guns on the ground, and Zac expressed his annoyance, he agreed with a small nod and spoke under his breath to his friend. "Tell me how a pale blond girl who speaks like she was born here and a brunette with an Irish accent are related."
He supposed that he shouldn't have been so quick to judge, what with his nature put next to his daughter's. Had she been with him right now, beside him, people would be thoroughly confused. Aki was of a creamy, olive-tinged skin for an Asian male, and his blond hair, clearly dyed, was missing tufts from around his hairline, as if yanked out and damaged. His eyes were small and narrow, with the corner of one pinched shut, and with his tattoos covering almost his entire body, he looked tough, dangerous, and had only a slight lilt to his tone when he spoke. Haruka was slender and lithe, with her mother's porcelain skin and wide, large eyes. She was meek and demure, with a soft smile and a lightness of heart evident from the way she held herself. Had they been in this same situation, with Haruka pleading for his life, perhaps someone would judge them as well.
But these girls were too close in age for their situation to make sense. With such a thick, heavy accent, it was obvious that the brunette hadn't been in the same household that the blond had. It felt obvious to him, but as he glanced around the community, found that not everyone had the same experiences as he had in his life, he decided that perhaps it just his eagle-eyed judge of people, his intense attention to detail at play. All the same, with his opinion expressed to Zac in a hushed statement, it was left up to Walton to decide their fate. The man wasn't stupid, he knew, and he might choose to go along with their charade to show mercy on them in the face of his people. Either way, he kept his gun at the ready and his eyes locked on the targets, in the case that Walton decided to not be so kind.
It was her accent, and the other's lack thereof.
As the two left their guns on the ground, and Zac expressed his annoyance, he agreed with a small nod and spoke under his breath to his friend. "Tell me how a pale blond girl who speaks like she was born here and a brunette with an Irish accent are related."
He supposed that he shouldn't have been so quick to judge, what with his nature put next to his daughter's. Had she been with him right now, beside him, people would be thoroughly confused. Aki was of a creamy, olive-tinged skin for an Asian male, and his blond hair, clearly dyed, was missing tufts from around his hairline, as if yanked out and damaged. His eyes were small and narrow, with the corner of one pinched shut, and with his tattoos covering almost his entire body, he looked tough, dangerous, and had only a slight lilt to his tone when he spoke. Haruka was slender and lithe, with her mother's porcelain skin and wide, large eyes. She was meek and demure, with a soft smile and a lightness of heart evident from the way she held herself. Had they been in this same situation, with Haruka pleading for his life, perhaps someone would judge them as well.
But these girls were too close in age for their situation to make sense. With such a thick, heavy accent, it was obvious that the brunette hadn't been in the same household that the blond had. It felt obvious to him, but as he glanced around the community, found that not everyone had the same experiences as he had in his life, he decided that perhaps it just his eagle-eyed judge of people, his intense attention to detail at play. All the same, with his opinion expressed to Zac in a hushed statement, it was left up to Walton to decide their fate. The man wasn't stupid, he knew, and he might choose to go along with their charade to show mercy on them in the face of his people. Either way, he kept his gun at the ready and his eyes locked on the targets, in the case that Walton decided to not be so kind.