papasha | hansa catchall

[I'M IN TEARS. Blanca is wearing this thing, and I hate both of these men.

He offers Hansa a small smile.]

I joked we'd get a bar, but didn't know it would be a 17th century pub. [He motions with a hand.] Just think of what you want, and it'll... appear?

[They are both huge dweebs,]

[He looks around at the pub, grinning.]

Hey, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride? I can't say no to a think like this. Nice ambiance.

It's different than what I'm use to; I think it's interesting. Almost like being at a theme park.

[He seems as amused as Hansa about their current predicament.]

Apologies about my case. I can put it on the floor, if you'd like.

[It's--kind of big for a suitcase? Well. It's long? About four foot, or so, lengthwise. About a foot or so wide. Not very deep.]

It kind of is, right? Even with that town in the beginning...

[And right, the case. Hansa glances down at it. Its...an interesting size, isn't it.]

...So, is there a violin or a gun in there? Maybe both?

[His smile is knowing, but lacks the usual playful air he typically has.

Hansa can feel, now, there's something completely level and serious inside of Blanca. It's not quite cold so much as it's--smooth? There isn't any ripples in the surface of his feelings.

Carefully, he stands up so he can reach both sides of the front of the case. There's several snap closures, and he undoes all four to open it up. The top is lined with egg-carton foam; the bottom is also lined with foam, but it's smooth, and there are a handful of cut-outs in it.

In the cut-outs are pieces of a gun. It's a big fucking gun. Specifically, it's a high-caliber sniper rifle that has to be put together. Surprise!]

If that had been the million-dollar question, you would have won.

Should've bet a million dollars, then. Wow.

[He lets out a low whistle at the sight of it. There's no surprise whatsoever from Hansa's end, just an impressed feeling- like someone seeing a cool exhibit at a museum.]

From your job, I'm guessing.

[He nods slightly, holding the lid by the edge so it doesn't decide to just drop closed.]

People would hire me to take care of their "problems"; I was an assassin. [This time, I am `ASSASSIN`.] My specialty is marksmanship, but I'm good at a number of things.

I don't have any bullets. Or even any cleaning supplies. But I'm still thinking of removing it from the case and hiding it. I don't want anyone else to get a hold of it.

You were in special forces, so I assume all of those skills just comes with the territory.

[He gives a nod - that's right. Its not like it could be used, but someone taking this and using the parts would be...well, bad.]

I think that's a fair idea. Where are you going to hide it? I mean, I don't think you'll use it...right?

[He smiles somewhat thinly.]

I would rather not have to use it, no. But I will if I must, and if I'm able.

[He shakes his head at the other question.]

I'm not sure where to hide it yet. I'd like to leave it in the foam, so it isn't damaged, or moving around. If you respect the gun, it'll respect you, and all. But that keeps it bulky and difficult to conceal.

I see.

[There's a flitting feeling of concern, but then it simmers down into a sympathetic form of understanding.]

You're right. And with everyone being more cautious, it would be hard to just toss it somewhere you think people won't look. Maybe you should hide it piece by piece?

[There's a bit of relaxation that comes from him.]

I could possibly do that. My worry is not only it being found when it's hidden, but... with how thorough everyone is becoming, I don't think I will be able to pretend it's a simple, empty suitcase from home for much longer.

I don't mind people being careful, or perhaps even them knowing I have this at all. I'm more concerned someone seeing it with bad intentions will try to take it to use it.

Mm. I see. I mean, technically its useless about the bullets, right? But I guess they could ask for bullets or find some kind of replacement for those...

[A predicament, indeed.]

I don't think too many people here know how to shoot a gun, though. [A beat, and then a huff, a quiver of amusement.] I guess we all can't store weapons in our own bodies.

Yes. Well, the shooting is.

[He makes a face, like, "haha" at the implication anything could be a weapon if you swing it hard enough.]

I would like to be that optimistic, but... I haven't told anyone in detail how well I can handle any firearms. And Miss Sharon, if anything, is proof enough we can't exactly trust what we believe to know of someone.

[He smiles reassuringly.]

Is it too vulgar to say it would be convenient if I could ask you to open yourself up while I store my gun inside you?

You have a point. Goodness, maids being assassins, what will they think of next...

[He smirks, though it moves up into a grin - the feelings that come from him are playful, incredibly amused.]

Blanca! How shameless, saying something like that to a holy man. Though I'll give you points for the euphemism. [Hansa...] But sadly, I don't have any storage space like that. Every inch of me is already filled up with weaponry and gadgets of all kinds. No room.

[The playful scolding gets him to laugh slightly. He's just as amused as Hansa, but also there's a twinge of joking sheepishness. He carefully lowers the lid down to close the claps again.]

My apologies for being so forward, Father.

[He removes the case from the table to give them more room to be sociable.]

You are a rather dangerously prepared man. I didn't want to pry, but I was curious: was there a reason you changed your body that way?

Hm. Its part of my job.

[He leans against his hand. Might as well say it, after everything Blanca has shown him.]

Just like you, I'm not exactly a typical example of what I present myself to be. I work for a certain group within the Church, you see.

[Just like Blanca before, his own emotions still, serious, even though he's smiling.]

I'm an Executor. I hunt down the demons and vampires and heretical beasts that threaten humanity.

[Both of his brows rise in surprise, but he doesn't seem worried, or scared, or judgmental.]

I imagine you would need a body like that then. That's impressive. As far as I know, those things don't exist in our world, so I wouldn't understand.

But I still figure it would be very taxing and require a lot of skill.

Ah, in my world, its still the stuff of science fiction, to most people. So that's hardly surprising.

[He shrugs, lightly. There's a certain pride in him - he likes his body the way it is now, gadgets and all.]

Mmm. Its not an easy job. But I think I was made for it...pun maybe sort of intended. That's the plan the Lord had for me, and I do it well.

[He smiles slightly. Even if he doesn't consider himself a religious man, he can appreciate Hansa's devotion and faith.

Even if, like, it means killing at all.]

I admire your resolve.

Thanks.

[He lets out a light chuckle.]

Its funny. When you said you were in special forces...I was like, "hey, me too".

[He looks amused. Hansa sounds like a little kid in school finding a friend.]

We have that in common, yes. Your training--did you learn it when you were young?

[Sometimes you are a man in your mid-30s but also you're just?? A kid deep down??]

Yeah. I was picked up by the Church at an early age. They really don't take their time to throw you in the thick of things.

Ah. I was young, too.

[Which, unlike Hansa's pride in being who he is, being useful to a cause, Blanca gives off a feeling of... mild sorrow perhaps. Not for Hansa, but for himself.

For the fact the two of them had learned how to be this way young.]

...

[He feels that sorrow, and his expression softens. Of course, not everyone has been as lucky as him, or felt like their circumstances were as fair. In the end, the Church still grabbed children and trained them into weapons to use as they liked. There was no pretending that wasn't happening.]

[Children brought up to murder, and to destroy.]

In the end...we're still here. [He finally says, with a slight sigh.] Our training got us this far.

[He feels a little bad having to make Hansa be sorry for him. He tries for a reassuring smile, but of course, it's small.]

It did. I'm not upset at being alive in any case.

[He waves it away casually.]

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