Wanda Maximoff (
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ma'am!!!
He's sitting in the sun day dreaming how he could possibly smoke a cigarette with all these feathers when she comes out the back door. He blinks at the lamia thoughtfully for a moment before he greets her, ]
It's nice to meet you. I'm Daigo. Daigo Dojima.
[ He ducks his head in a little bow. Sure, he's translated but his mannerisms are still very Japanese. ]
hello!
She needs a minute to get her mind in order and so she slithers outside to get some air. Not too far, of course - she's never seen anyone begin to crystallize like that and she'd rather stay close. Just in case.
But despite her exhaustion she manages a weak, but sincere, smile.]
Wanda Maximoff. [She has an obvious Eastern European accent, with slightly drawn out 's' and 'x' sounds in this form.] Are you doing all right?
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Yes.
[ The demure lie of the persona he uses as a figure of authority in the yakuza underground. He's a person of careful compartmentalization, and rigid control over when and what he chooses to give the outside world. Stress makes him somewhat cold, careful with his boundaries so that nothing can slip loose. As the leader of his clan of yakuza, there are almost always lives on the line and he doesn't have the luxury of making emotional missteps. ]
He's lucky he gets to keep that eye after all. [ Daigo inclines his head, looking at her directly and offering a more friendly smile. ] I'm sorry, I'm sure that was hard for you.
[ The gore, the smell of burnt flesh and boiled blood, a living person turning to stone as the seconds ticked by-- ]
Do you need anything?
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[It is one thing to pull a sword out of nowhere, or a cake. It is another thing entirely to just make someone a new eye.
Wanda drags her hands over her face. She could use a nap, probably, but that's not a good idea. She already struggles with nightmares, and this is just another horror to fuel them.]
I don't know. [A slight huffing sigh.] I'll be all right.
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[ There's a soft idleness to the way he says this, almost soothing but not quite so patronizing as that. He gets up from where he was sitting, coming over to her. His gaze is earnest and direct, calm. ]
We'll all be alright, but it's fraught in the moment. I'm normally a smoker at times like these, but I can't quite figure out how not to light my feathers on fire.
[ Offered with obvious humor to lighten the mood, a little. ]
so sorry I missed this one!
[And she'd rather not have to heal avoidable injuries after everything she's just had to fix, thanks.]
Usually I would make tea, or bake, but it's not my kitchen. And I think I am too tired to cook after...all of that.
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[ He really doesn't know how to cook, he's kind of a spoiled rich guy in that regard. ]
And I think I know where Osiris keeps it, if you'd like to join me for some? An electric kettle poses a significantly reduced fire risk.
[ His sense of humor is understated and wry, but he has one. ]