Post by Gawain on Nov 29, 2021 22:30:03 GMT
Some people were exceptionally difficult to find. For the woman known as Oni-girl, however, that could not have been farther from the case. Indeed, if she had been any easier to find, it would have required a series of giant lighted signs amongst the highway. Indeed, Gawain was not entirely certain that, should he check, he would not find that such a thing actually existed. Her presence had been traced back, in the loosest and most simplistic sense of the word, to Millennium City, and a sparring gym known as Hellcat. Its proprietor, evidently, the girl's father. Gawain did enjoy wholesome family relations. Thus he had arrived, quietly and without fanfare, and offered the man in question little in the way of explanation other than a simple embossed card and the statement: "For your daughter." That was all, and certainly enough. The card itself gave his own name, and hers, and the information that a reservation had been made for 6pm the following night at one of Millennium City's premier restaurants, and that he hoped for the pleasure of her company. The restaurant itself was atop one of the city's many skyscrapers, the entirety of it enclosed by glass, with a truly stunning view of the city below and beyond. Of course, there was something invoking the phrase a bull in the china shop about inviting Oni-girl, of all people, to such a place. That was, naturally, precisely why Gawain had chosen this restaurant. He wanted her to be just slightly uncomfortable, just slightly cautious of herself. And, of course, the view was truly spectacular. Gawain arrived early, and ordered a coffee, lamenting the regrettable things that these young Americans did to the beverage. Still, the heat from the glass cup played in bright lines along his fingertips as he observed the city that was beneath him. |