Only then does Jeanne ease back half a step, arms folding as though she’s finished appraising the deal. The amusement in her eyes makes it obvious Iruma’s discomfort is doing most of the convincing.
“…Fine —— I’ll help. But go back on our deal and you’re dead. “
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Jeanne’s smirk only deepens as the apologies start spilling out. She stays planted in Iruma’s space, gaze dragging over her once more with shameless patience.
“Funny. —— You got a lot more polite all of a sudden , and far more red.”
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❝ Ugh. I know I'm a treat for the eyes but ey'! Ugh...regret....regret....look the offers' there! I'm even sorry about the whole....pretty nails thing. Now if ya help me, I'd reeeeaally appreciate it. ❞
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She stays there, unhurried and far too close, letting the silence do all the work. Her gaze makes the same measured trip once more before settling on the inventor’s face, expression unreadable except for the unmistakable sense that she’s seriously considering it.
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Jeanne closes the gap without warning, stepping directly into her space until there’s barely room between them. Crimson eyes travel slowly from head to toe, shameless and deliberate, while that crooked smirk deepens as if she’s pricing the offer.
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❝ As long as it don't involve takin' my damn soul or somethin' that'll kill me dead, you'll get ONE day o' favors of yer choosin'. Though that damn smirk on yer face is already makin' me regret my words. ❞
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At the name, her expression cools. One gloved hand settles at her hip, crimson eyes sharpening with old irritation.
“Jeanne d’Arc Alter. Avenger. —— And I don’t ‘resemble’ her. She resembles me enough to be irritating. Don’t make that comparison a habit.”
Jeanne catches the way Yun keeps looking at her, curiosity earning a faint, crooked smile. She doesn’t seem bothered by the attention—only amused that the woman is trying so hard to place her.
“Keep staring like that and you might actually figure it out.”
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Yun continued to observe the lookalike to Joan of Arc, arms crossed with her magenta hues glancing curiously. Her heart began to skip a few beats, almost like some twisted admiration for this battle crazed woman.
Perhaps it's the instincts of the Red Dragon within her.
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Only then does she accept the cup, turning the porcelain once between her fingers before taking a cautious sip. Her eyes remain fixed on Fran over the rim.
“That answer enough for now? —— Or are you planning to catalogue me with the other creatures you’ve met?”
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Jeanne watches Fran’s smile with the wary look of someone expecting the kindness to turn into a trap. Still, she doesn’t object to the name this time, sinking a little deeper into the sofa.
“Pleasure’s a strong word. —— But you’re tolerable so far.”
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ㅤㅤ❛ Very well, Avenger. It's a pleasure to meet you. ❜
ㅤㅤㅤShe kept her calm, gentle smile, this time looking a bit happier to learn something new about the young woman in front of her.
ㅤㅤ❛ And it's alright, I've already told you I'm quite patient. ↷
The question earns a slight lift of her brow. Jeanne leans back, arms folding as she considers how much explanation Fran actually deserves.
“Servant. Avenger-class. —— I was human once, depending on how charitable you feel like being about the word ‘once.’”
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