|K|otorasu
|Staff| Wind King
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Post by |K|otorasu on Jun 14, 2011 3:26:17 GMT -5
[r h y t h m | o f | t h e | w a r d r u m s] -A PERFECT CIRCLE | PET-
Karasu looked at Reyna with a look of slight amusement, "Business is done dear, unless you're wanting to talk about the formation of the Team or my own background. I know all there is to know about you, knowledge is power and I have quite a lot of that."
He placed his helmet on a side table and removed his jacket, "I prefer to be a gentleman, unless you'd rather me be a brute or bastard." He said as he pulled the glove from his right hand. Pulling off his right AT with his left hand he held it before him, moving the right towards it. With soft hisses and various other noises his right arm began to split apart, revealing a very non-human infrastructure. Screwdrivers and wrenches sprang forth and completely disassembled his AT, simultaneously tuning and cleaning it. "I started life in Italia, and after a series of unfortunate events moved here to stay. I met Frank shortly thereafter when he was still running a take-out Italian shop. With my talents it encompassed delivery as well. In my spare time I was a member of T3, which is the reason I have this arm. One of the massive gears in the factory crushed my real one. Now I'm the Wind King and I have...err...had no Team."
The small factory that had been his arm finished it's work on the AT, as it had been a tad sluggish all night. He didn't tell her what he had for a day job, he'd reveal that when she actually found out for herself. He also knew they both had the Regalia of their two respective roads in their possession, only one of them was using them. His was on a black leather cord hanging from his waist.
He turned to the waiter who had approached a moment ago. "Salute, we'll have a bottle of the house special or whatever Frank recommends. Also an order of Garlic Bread and Salad, grated cheese over both if you wouldn't mind. Grazie Messere." He said as he began to peruse the menu, he knew it by heart but he still felt compelled to look in case the conniving Italian changed something. He hadn't. "And...Chicken Parmigniano, fried over angel hair. As well as whatever the young lady would like."
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