Koren Kazimir hated those who thought themselves god, he hated a lot more than just that even, he hated anyone who looked at him with pity. Why would someone pity him? Just because he had a limp? He could do far more than a normal man without one. Sure he couldn't really run or jump, but he really didn't need to, if he needed to escape, he was perfectly stealthy enough to duck into an alleyway and disguise himself. Plus, half the things people usually need to jump over you can probably go under or around it.
Though one thing he hated most of all, is when people question the things he can do, just because of his disability. He was the only person who was allowed to call it a disability at all! Should he hear anyone say it, they regret it. Yeah. He was a cripple, but he was more dangerous than anyone would initially think. He ran a casino, and he lead a gang. He was the raven leading a murder of crows. He was a man who didn't hesitate to ruin someone's life, he didn't hesitate to kill, or make someone wish they were dead.
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"Koren!" a man's voice called, he'd called a few times before Koren finally paid him mind. "What is it, Dav?" he asked, flipping through records of money transfers. "I already told you! ...koldins, do you ever listen to me?" Daven asked, sitting on Koren's desk. "I was busy," Koren reasoned as he looked up, he then lowered his brow, "Off my desk," he paused a moment, "Now". Daven raised his hands in surrender and hopped off the desk walking over to the other side, away from Koren before he sat down in a parallel chair to him.
"You're so weird," Daven huffed, Koren hummed, "I could say the same," he teased indifferently. Daven coughed, "You! Just-! Ugh!" Koren sighed with little care and turned the page in his records as Daven threw himself back in the chair. Daven sat quietly for about six seconds before he started tapping his foot in an attempt to stay seated, "You know, your really a jerk sometimes," Daven insulted. Koren shrugged, "Do I need to be nice? I pay you, I'm not required to be nice," he reasoned, not looking up as his eyes scrolled the page looking for something to not add up.
Daven stood, "What I came here for," Koren hummed in acknowledgement, "I want on the next assignment," he asked. Koren shook his head, "I already told you, you can't," he denied, Daven shook away imaginary dust from his clothes, "I know you did, but I really need to," he protested. "No," Koren attempted to finalize, "Koren, please," Daven begged, leaning a hand on the desk. Koren marked his spot in the book and closed it, "This isn't a game, you nearly got caught last time," Daven scoffed, "It was an accident". Koren looked into his eyes, he was getting annoyed, "You were reckless, and now you're still on the Melkree's watch," Koren rose carefully, and sat the book on his desk, "You need to lay low, I may have dealt you cards you don't want to play, but you must if you want to stay out of prison," he lectured as he leant on his cane.
Daven looked down with a furrowed brow, "Then... I want a few days off around that time instead," he requested, Koren sighed, "Why?" Daven refused to look him in the eye, Koren walked over to a bookshelf on his right, with a tnk following his stagger sounding from his cane. Daven groaned, "Well..." he dragged, Koren nodded, picking another book from the shelf, "You'll work here next week waiting tables, got it? Just a few hours every day, and no gambling until you've shaved off a couple thousand vulots from your debt". Daven looked over at Koren's back, the shirt he wore brought out his pale skin, with it being black as his hair, before he tuned back in to listen.
Koren turned and staggered over to Daven, and set the book pointedly on the desk in front of Daven, "It'll do you good to educate yourself," he noted softly, face relaxing a bit, though still unsmiling. Daven relaxed his shoulders and slouched a bit as he looked down into Koren's eyes, "Fine, but I get to call you Kory for a month," he suggested with a smile, Koren's eyes flicked a smile, unlike his face, "A week," he allowed. Daven smiled wider, "Two," he bartered, Koren nodded it over, "Deal," he answered, Daven let out a chortle, and held out his hand. Koren looked down at Daven's hand and then back up at his eyes, "I'm not going to shake your hand and you know that," he said kindly, Daven uncomfortably rose his shoulders and recoiled his hand to his side, wiping it on his pant, "Right... can I have that written down though, so you can't deny me?" he asked, Koren nodded and walked over to his seat before he opened a drawer and grabbing a pallet of paper.
Daven watched eagerly as Koren wrote down the sentences with his signature sharpness, and set the paper on the book, "Will you leave my office now?" Koren requested in a friendly manner. Daven grabbed the book and the paper with a grin, "Sure, Kory," he laughed, then walked over to the door with a bit of a bounce and opened the door, "I'm goin' home early, just so you know," and then he left, and Koren sat down to continue looking through the records.
It was another hour before the next disruption rose outside his door, and the scrappy green-eyed bartender stumbled in, bumping his head against the doorframe. Koren sighed and set his pen back in its holder. "Yes, mouse," he questioned, Seimast shrugged as he shakingly caught his breath, "Nothin... ever-everything's fine. Wait did you just call me mouse?" Koren nodded as his response. Seimast rose his hands and dropped them with a smack at his side in annoyance, "Why does everyone call me that?" he asked, walking over and slumping into the chair across the desk. Koren looked into his eyes with a silent sigh, "You act small even though you are a large man, and it doesn't help that you have five of them as your pet," he explained indifferently, looking back down at his desk. Seimast widened his eyes and exaggerated his expression as he began to understand, it could've made Koren laugh he thought, but he felt more bored about it, "Drop that look, and if there's nothing else?" he ordered before a crash sounded outside followed by some yelling.
Seimast flinched outwardly while Koren turned his head to the door, "Riiight, that. A dealer's bout'ta get beat up because a dude lost too much," Seimast awkwardly explained, Koren looked at him disapprovingly, "Why did you bother me about it?" Seimast sucked his lips in, "No one wants to mess with him and he's making a mess, so I was voted to get you to help?" the bartender's pitch raised significantly towards the end. Koren crumpled out a sigh, grabbed his cane and hoisted himself into a stand, "Leave the door open on your way out and I'll be there soon," he explained, dismissing the man.
Seimast stood with a quick nod before the giant left the room uncomfortably, leaving the door open behind him. Koren sighed again, he had things to do, he didn't have time for some emptor's drunken shamelessness. He shook his head and took a step forward, noticing the fuzziness growing in his thoughts, before he walked out the door and was disturbed by the drunken man's yelling.
"FUckin' cheiters, allof'ye!" he yelled, Koren noted the man's swaying, and the grime on his clothes, he was disgusted by it. He hadn't even seen the man's face before the man threw a chair behind him and landed beside Koren with a scrape. Koren cleared his throat and the staff grew quiet, some patrons whispered among themselves and the man swirled about trying to figure out why everyone went quiet.
Koren stepped forward and out of the hall his cane silencing on the red carpeted floor. "Who was dealing?" he asked the room, A young girl stepped forward, her right cheek red. Koren hummed as he took note, "Wait in my office," he told her, looking back to the brute in front of him. The girl nodded and scurried past him as she shook. Koren looked down to the ground for a moment, "Clear this," he spoke, men and women in uniform walked out and began to move furniture and bystanders off to the side of the room. The man laughed in a slurring manner, "Who' th'fuk are ye?" he mocked lowering himself in a teasing manner. Koren continued to walk towards the man completely calm, as he appeared.
"Sir, I hear you were struggling out here and had a bit of an outburst, is that correct?" He asked, surveying the man's red face and dirty crumb-filled beard, finding himself more disgusted the more he noticed about the man. The drunk made a noise, "what?" he questioned, Koren didn't repeat himself, "I'mean yeah sur'i'did," the man slurred raising back to his height. Koren nodded, "And during this outburst you hit one of the employees, yes?" he continued to question, as he motioned for a chair, "Hur, yea'" the man answered again. Koren sat and dismissed the person who brought the chair, "And threw club property, subsequently damaging it, yes?" the man nodded unsurely. Koren made a look as if he were mulling over the information.
"Do you understand that what you've done was wrong?" Koren asked, the man hunched over slightly, "I think'so," he answered. Koren nodded, "Do you think what you did was warranted at the time?" he asked again, looking the man dead in the eye. The man thought for a while, "That answers my question," Koren stopped the man, "Roeder, crowd," he ordered. A man in a leather jacket walked out into the middle, "Closing early, you must all leave the premises immediately!" the young man shouted, everyone took the hint and began to scurry out from the building.
Once the room was cleared only the employees remained in the room with them, Koren stood, "Roeder," the young man reached in his jacket and pulled out a gun, pointing it at the man's burly chest. Koren nodded and made a pointed tap on the chair, a person came and moved it back to the edge of the room. Koren hummed a thanks and turn away beginning to walk into the hallway once again, "Good thing the carpet's red I suppose," he noted before walking back into his office. Roeder shot the man as Koren closed the door.
The girl sat patiently across the desk as Koren walked over and sat beside her, "I was right in assuming he hit you?" he questioned kindly, though his tone or face wouldn't suggest it, the girl nodded, looking down into her lap. Koren noted she was crying, and dipped his hand behind his coat lapel and lifted out a red handkerchief throwing it into the girl's lap. "No use for those tears anymore, the man's dead," he noted as the girl raised the fabric to her eyes. "How old are you, again?" he asked, pulling his gloves over his hands tighter, the girl sniffed and looked up at him, "fifteen," she answered. Koren nodded, "Homelife?" the girl shook her head, "The street," Koren hummed. "When you leave this office you will go out through the back and pay no mind to the floor, understand?" Koren instructed as he stood once more. The girl nodded and walked over to the door, "Umn, sir?" she asked, Koren hummed in response as he sat at his desk, "I'll bring the kerchief back tomorrow for you," she added before she nipped out the door.
Finally, Koren thought, he could get his work done.
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