Closed(ish) | Guarding Mr. Daisy

[lotusmesenpai]

Who: Sion, Lavi, Kanda & anyone they meet at the Summit
Where: Springhill Compound, Peace Summit
When: W6D2 - D6
Summary: Guarding Sion during the summit should be an easy warrant. Unfortunately, nothing with Sion is ever actually E A S Y.
Restrictions/Warnings: Kanda's fine command of language, as usual.

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[lotusmesenpai]

[So they both know the game Kanda is playing at, and yet they both play at it all the same.

Perhaps, given enough time, Giovanni will come to see these little interactions as pieces of humanity, rather than detritus there to mire company-made things down.]

Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Why the extra effort now, between the Company-grade security and personal security warrants... [shrugging, he casts a glance around, as if mildly curious.]

Seems so reactionary, doesn't it?

[But then he cuts his gaze back, to consider the other man, one brow arching at the last bit the other had said.]

That petite woman we'd dropped you with on Leith? That's your primary... handler?

[ofobedience]

[Giovanni shrugs, the rise and fall of his shoulders smooth and quick.]

I suppose so. But we're entering volatile times, people are on edge, especially following...well, you know.

[It still sits oddly against his skin, like a bright wash of pain. Remembering the riots. What he did. What very nearly became of him. Almost imperceptibly, he shakes his head.]

It's little wonder they've gone to such effort, considering the kind of people attending this summit.

[And then his chin lifts, just a little, beneath the RAC agent's considering gaze.]

And yes. That's right. She is.

[lotusmesenpai]

Hm.

[That woman - she seems to evoke a sense of pride in Giovanni. It's surprising to Kanda, given the dejected state the man had been in when they'd dropped him on her doorstep.

Definitely someone to look into then. See if she was the one responsible for making him (and the rest of his damned unit) the way they are.

Not that he's going to say as much to a loyal dog.

Instead, he just shrugs it off and then scoffs derisively.]

The kind of people attending? Bastards wouldn't need this much security if they weren't so damned corrupt. Too scared the common workers are going to sully their clothes or some shit.

[ofobedience]

[The shape of Kanda's thoughts remain, of course, unknown to him, and as such he can't explain that there's a measure of pride in belonging to someone with a reputation such as hers, someone of such high standing. That she'd been assigned as his primary Handler still seems an honour he doesn't - now - believe he deserves, no matter how she might treat him. And beyond all that lies the conditioning in him, the way it's been branded down into his bones to give those who own him his complete and perfect devotion. A hard thing to break, and in truth it's never occurred to him to try.

But the conversation doesn't stray in that direction, and as such Giovanni shrugs in turn. Smiles his serrated smile.]

That's how the system works, isn't it? Someone always needs to be placed above the rest, someone always needs to be bottom dog. It's the natural order of things.

[He tilts his head, just a little, in that odd canine way of his.]

Not that I blame them for wanting to assert themselves, given the way humans work. But in the wake of volatile acts they can only expect to be met with volatility in return. All that free will you lot are imbued with-- it seems, to me, a burden.