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Nasrin     The Central Plaza was generally where the young Assassins hung around while their older sister attended business above, frequenting around a place that made them feel comfortable -- a cityspace themed around the Middle East on Earth, with familiar foods and smells.

    Nasrin, though, was here on her own, watching the crowds through the open window of a coffee shop. A strong, bitter coffee was set b efore her, steam rising in lazy loops above the dark brown cup, and she was content to let the world pass by for a little while.
Yang Xiao Long     Over the hubbub of the shop, it'd be hard to pick out a single voice... but Yang's here, and she's having to bellow pretty loudly to be heard when making her order. Most coffee shops serve milkshakes too, and as she gets away from the counter, Yang has herself a Strawberry Sunrise!

    Well, it's not /really/, but close enough! Strawberry mixed with vanilla and a touch of chocolate, making it look like Neopolitan swirled into a cup!

    The blonde then spots the lone girl, and rather unceremoneously, plunks herself into the seat opposite, her shake glass set on the table. "Hey! Mind if I join you?" she asks, after already having done so regardless.
Nasrin     Nasrin just gives a quiet sort of smile, and belatedly motions to the seat that Yang is occupying, before sipping her coffee. Aah. The hazel-eyed teen studies Yang for a moment, curiously out of the corner of her eye before she states: "You must be Yang Xiao Long. Your voice is recognizeable." she states, and then offers a hand. "How do you do?"
Yang Xiao Long     Yang is about to take a sip from the big twizzly straw they provided, when she's addressed by name. "Huh, I guess my fame preceeds me!" she says, puffing up a little. "Yeah, nice to meetchya!" she remarks, taking Nasrin's hand firmly... she's got one hell of a grip.
Nasrin     Nasrin's no slouch at the grip, hers is firm and she gives just a sungle shake, and releases Yang's. "I listen well to the Union bands, in case work comes up." she replies with a small smile, her fingers encircling her coffee cup again as she studies the blonde out of curiosity.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang tilts her head, quirking a brow as she watches the other girl curiously for a few moments. "You... some kinda mercenary, then?" she asks, before finally taking a long drawn sip through that twizzly straw, the liquid tracing through it in a dizzying pattern before it finally reaches the end.
Nasrin     "To be honest..." Nasrin gives a slight laugh, "I think my position in the Union is best described as 'loosely associated' some days. Used to be a little more active but... a passion project came up. Just getting back into the swing of things." she gives a wry little grin. "And you, recruiting for your Huntsman school? Or enjoying time away from classes?" she inquires conversationally, her eyes staying intently on the blonde.
Yang Xiao Long     "Just taking some off-time between classes." replies the blonde. "Anyway, I'm not in charge of who gets in or not... that's Professor Ozpin's job." Yang shrugs, and goes back to her shake, eying the assassin with her lilac eyes.
Nasrin     "Ah. I apologize. I have noticed some cultures send their best, brightest, and best looking on... recruitment drives. To draw attention to a school or university." A little flattery to smooth over things. Nasrin circles the edge of her mug with her fingers, tilting her head so that the light catches on the scar on her chin that draws down her neck, her lips pursed a moment.
Yang Xiao Long     That scar gets some attention from the blonde. Such things are rare on Remnant, usually only caused when someone's Aura fully depletes and they take a nasty hit afterward. "Beacon's got enough attention as it is already. It /is/ the best Hunters academy on the planet."
Nasrin     "Hm." Nasrin replies, and she gives a shrug. "I would not know. I've not yet journied to Remnant. Perhaps later in the spring." the darker teenager purrs, and sips her coffee again. Aaah. Coffee. "There... is no official school for what I do."
Yang Xiao Long     Yang leans in a bit. "Oh? So what /is/ it you do?" she asks, resting her elbows on the table, and her chin atop laced fingers.
Nasrin     Nasrin gives a smile at the question, and she slides her mug to the side purposefully. She laces her fingers together, a peer of leather gloves seen as the sleeve ends of her jacket pull backwards as she imitates Yang's pose. She half-closes her eyes, her lips curling into a slight smile before she answers back, in Yang's voice: "I cause a great deal of confusion, and then solve other people's problems."
Yang Xiao Long     Okay, that's different. "Huh." vocalizes Yang as she seems taken aback by that. She sits back in her seat, staring a bit at Nasrin. "Well... that's a thing."
Nasrin     Nasrin's grin spreads slightly, a sideways, loping action on her lips before she draws back, and gives a shrug. "I..." she begins, and then she takes a breath. "I belong to the Brotherhood of Assassins." she replies quietly, the fun, tricker grin fading and a bone-weary sort of look settling in. She draws her coffee back over. "We're not very fondly looked upon in the Union, except for perhaps Ezio."
Yang Xiao Long     "Assassins huh? So... you kill people." replies Yang, folding her arms over her chest. "I guess you're not bad people, if you're working with the Union."
Nasrin     Nasrin gives a slight smile, but she turns her gaze away from Yang's. "It is more complicated than that... but it is a simple enough explaination." she replies, and finishes her coffee as she leaves some crumpled bills on the counter. "Don't let something so simple as a label create 'good' and 'bad', though. Conflict is so much more complicated than that."