Thread: Brand New World (Yuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Ayane Yatsumi UploadsSilverhairmaidenzpsa3ae3fa8.jpg UploadsSilverhairmaidenzpsa3ae3fa8.jpg UploadsSilverhairmaidenzpsa3ae3fa8.jpg Luigi's assessment had been correct. Ayane had been very deep in thought. She tried desperately to think and remember anything of the world she'd been taken from. The high school she'd graduated from, Namimori, was simple enough to recall. The friends and her family she grew up around and nearby also was. But when it came down to the same individual who tried to inform her about supposedly taking over as head of the Vongola family ... nope. Not a damn thing and it infuriated her. A visible yet very anxious frown was on her face. Of all the things she hadn't gotten to know, that would have greatly been several details for Ayane to have wanted to learn. Really ... why in the hell and how would she have been the Juunidaime? It seemed so ... out of place, almost wrong even. Not that she wasn't a feminist but wasn't being boss of a major mafia family something that men usually did. It was for reasons similar to this in which she regretted not having been able to properly inquire on the possibility of taking over. By the time Luigi spoke, it didn't just snap her out of reality. The new voice made her jump slightly as her head quickly glanced over to the new figure now in front of her. I ... sorry. I didn't think anyone else was around. Um ... mainly ammunitions. What Ayane lacked in physical prowess, she excelled in mental. And right now, she knew it was far better to be safe than sorry. This was a very foreign and new place. She had little ideas on what to expect from the people. Simultaneously, the same could likely be said vice versa. And regardless on her nervousness, she did at least owe the man proof that she was here to buy. Her right hand moved down to her side as she rested her pistol down on the counter, allowing him to see which bullets she was looking for. Meanwhile her left slid down and thankfully found her wallet, another thing she was glad that had transferred with her. As she opened it, however, her face paled slightly. Money was there that wasn't the issue. But ... did this place even accept yen? Let alone did she have enough? Ayane tried desperately to shove the nerve-wracking thoughts aside as she let her gaze go from the money in her wallet to the man and her gun simultaneously. It's ... just for safe-keeping. Still .... She paused, trying to think on how to word the next part before nodding. I know this will likely sound weird but I'm not exactly from here. I was just kind of ... very abruptly ... moved. So I figured if I'm going to reside here, I may as well have .. supplies on me. She was at least being careful on what details about herself were being given to this man that much had been made clear to even him along with herself. Her mom had suggested to avoid talking to strangers. She couldn't outright zone him out, not now. But she would at least be selective on what he would learn of her and she'd keep it that way. At least that was what Ayane continued to reassure herself. Is it even possible to go back home? The mere possibility of 'no' being an answer made her heart genuinely sink. How would she continue to live here? What could she do? Her mind began to race as her eyes stayed on her only means of defense and protection.