Who the Hell is That?
As much as Zuzana hated to shop, she was forced to for once since the last time Dusk went shopping alone, they had to pay the man who ran a fruit stand a good amount of money to keep quiet about the sudden assault, at least that was one of the few benefits of all the wealth never even wanted. Zuzana kept her face blank and calm, keeping a lookout for anyone who may be currently after them, especially if there was a cop walking around. She kept doing this the entire time she got the things they would need. For some off reason, Dusk wanted black thread, a lot of it, a good amount of black and red fabric and a bunch of sewing needles, Dusk saying she had a lot of old things she needed to repair and where mostly that color. She couldn't wait to see Dusk fuck it up and she gets to laugh at Dusk's failed work. Zuzana was in the middle of finishing up when she noticed, well more of heard something that caught her attention. When she looked over it was a man who looks very well built and strong, seemed to be carrying some sort of long weapon by his side. Maybe a shotgun? It was common for people to walk around a place like this but by the shape and length of it, she didn't believe it where a gun and instead, a sword possibly? He had jet black hair that was neatly combed down, a few of the hairs still stinking out thanks to cowlicks, and he had dark sapphire blue eyes, he looked like he recently shaved, his face looking slightly round, a lot like.....Dusk's.
Not to mention the way he spoke, his voice sounding like an accent she had never heard before in her life, well, aside from the same one Dusk accidentally let slip out at times. When she actually commented on it before, Dusk actually mentioned it was from around the medieval times. Zuzana was able to tell there was a bit of Latin in the accent but that was the only known language she could even barely connect it to. This man had the same exact one, but he didn't bother to conceal it. The one major thing about this man that seemed to catch her attention was not only what she thought was a sword, but the man was actually wearing a cloak but tried to disguise it as a cape and apart of his outfit for men's fashion, it may work on everyone else but not her.
Zuzana let out a sigh as she calmly started to walk towards the man who had now purchased a basket of apples and was starting to walk in her direction and she didn't waste a single second in tripping the man, she wanted answers and if she had to she would pretend to be the same dumb blond bimbo from before, even falling in the opposite direction from him as all the apples began to bounce in various directions. "Ow! Hey, watch where you're going!" His voice was harsh and angry, making this much easier to plan and layout. "Ah, I'm so sorry! I was here to buy things for a friend I didn't mean to spill all the apples! If you'd like, I can buy you a new basket! I have money to spare today." Her smile bright as ever, hiding the fact she planned on getting answers out of this man by any means possible. The man soon smiled as he rubbed the back of his head looking embarrassed. "No, it's okay sorry, I was careless. Can you just help me pick them up?" His voice was kind, but he didn't seem embarrassed because she was beautiful, but more of suddenly yelling at a "stupid clumsy woman" without a single thought. "Of course! By the way, what's your name?" Zuzana said it with a warm smile as she began to put all the apples she could get into the basket, not bothering to wipe them clean. "Edions the name! What's your name?" His voice was calm and kind, but something was sending her raiders off.
"Ana! Nice to meet you! again I'm sorry about the apples." Her smile was warm as she stood and handed him the basket, the man only bowing gently, something highly uncommon in New York to do. After that all the man did was calmly turn on his heels and begin to leave the market, basket in hand but there was no way in hell she would let this man out of her sight and began to walk a good distance behind him so he wouldn't catch on that he was being followed. The man walked calmly with a smile, and she soon noticed the man had the same graceful carefree walk that Dusk had when she was in a good mood, Zuzana already gathering a good idea of who this man was, Dusk only mentioning once that she did have a brother who had the same lifespan and abilities like her, at least that she knew of, and that he was alive somewhere on this earth. This man had to be her brother, and if he wasn't, then she didn't plan on telling Dusk, it may just upset her too much to where she'd blow up the house. She knew that Dusk's anger had no bounds so she tried not to actually piss her off to much. Zuzana's thoughts were pulled away when she noticed the man heading into an apartment building, a small sigh escaped her lips as thankfully she knew where the man lived. She took to the windows and fire escape, scaling the wall if she truly needed to, but the man climbed over four flights of stairs, and at the very far end on the left side of the house was where he went in, his house number being fifteen. She waited for a good half hour or so longer before, just to make sure this was his house and during that entire wait, he never once left that house.
Zuzana was contemplating two things, go to Dusk and tell her right now, or confront the man to get a few answers before she personally dragged the man to her house and to Dusk's feet. She decided to go with the second option since she was actually personally curious. Dusk would always answer most questions about her mother or brother, some of the questions about her brother she would just avoid entirely, but any time she asked Dusk about her father, she would simply have a calm, peaceful smile and say word for word "He was a kind man." That was the only answer she gave time after time. She could ask if he committed a crime, hell even if he took a shit every day and she would respond with those five words and nothing more and almost immediately change the topic. So if this man was her brother she would at least want to ask a few questions about the man from her brother. If Dusk was telling the truth, his real name was Acair Henderson, not Edion.
So Zuzana decided to stop thinking on what to do and put her plans into action, easily slipping in through one of the nearest fire escape windows, ending up on the floor, thankfully, and she began to stalk down the hallways, like a predator stalking their prey. This place looked shitty enough so maybe it was temporary and he moved every few years but, it didn't stop her from knocking on his door. It took a good minute but she eventually heard footsteps coming toward's the door, Zuzana making sure to just barely avoid the small peephole the door did try to hide between the one and five. When the door opened, Edion stood there, looking a bit surprised but the way he was standing, she knew he was holding a weapon, a knife most likely as he spoke with a bright smile. "Oh Hello! Ana right? Do you live here?" His voice was calm but suspicious, he wasn't as good as hiding what he thought in his voice like she or Dusk was.
"No. I don't, I have a hunch I want to follow and tell you what, why don't we have a little....talk? No weapons like the one you're trying to hide, If I get what information I want, I'll leave." Her voice sounded cold as ice, trying to threaten the man into obeying. "Fat chance, bitch. I suggest you leave before I take care of your annoying, slutty ass." Was all he snapped out, his voice suddenly harsh as his kind appearance was gone, the knife flashing in the sunlight that managed to find it's way into his house. "Hm. This should be fun then, won't it.....Acair?" Was her only words as she pounced for the man. His eyes hiding a bit in shock of hearing his true name was all she needed to see to know who this man was. Although subduing him, she knew would be a challenge she was willing to take for Dusk's sake.