Roleplay

Ansaldo 'Sal' Lozano glanced up toward the man draped in red, a less than amused expression plastered across his aged features. He didn't have to come to this corner of the world, but he did out of pure curiosity. He knew of this family, what they did, how long they'd been in operation, but what he didn't know was what they could possibly want from his family. Terms of an alliance had been thrown onto the table, but what could they offer him? What did they want in exchange? Sal tended to stick to his city of operations, occasionally spreading out when it was deemed beneficial to him, but it was uncommon. The Lozanos were not a loud group, but not entirely unknown themselves. They even had the captain of the police within their pocket. Saved them a lot of hassle when it came to unpleasantries. All in all, they kept to their own.

Sal didn't speak up when the sneered comment was made, he simply glanced over his shoulders to the five people in tow. His two sons, Jaxen being the oldest and Adrian. Then there were the three body guards, Demetri who belonged to Jaxen, Callum who belonged to Adrian, and Claudia. She belonged to Sal, a beautiful young woman who looked soft an innocent, yet at the same time like someone who could crush in a skull and think nothing of it. She was almost scarier than the boss himself... almost. The six of them followed the stranger cloaked in crimson, through the unnecessarily large mansion, to a door. A voice sounded, it was a young voice and this surprised Sal the most. His brows drew together as the door opened, allowing them to step into the space.

A boy had risen to his feet, his eyes glancing over Sal and his company before he spoke, "So... let’s talk business."

A long hum escaped Sal, "Indeed," he spoke with a low and gruff tone. His voice showing his age just as much as his face did, "Let's get straight to the point as I don't like wasting my time, what is it that you want?"

Yes, six people had gone into the mansion, however eight has accompanied Sal that day. The driver being one... but the other was backup should things go south. Zeno stood watching from the shadows, his mind synced with his brother's from a distance, listening to the conversation between them. The Nephilim wasn't sure if they knew about him in general or not, but to him it didn't really matter. He wasn't there to storm the castle, so to speak. He was there to protect his family and get them out if they became threatened.

The Lozanos listened to what they proposed, hardened expressions lacing all six of their face. Sal held a quirked brow. They were forward, but also still incredibly vague... he didn't like it. He cast a subtle glance toward Jaxen, giving a barely noticeable gesture with his head, a small nod. The older son caught the action through his peripheral and took a small step forward.

Jaxen Lozano was a soft featured man, clean shaven face and well groomed brown hair. He wore glasses that hid his striking blue eyes when the light reflected off the lenses just right. He was well dressed too, a medium blue suit jacket with a white dress shirt, no tie and beige pants. His shoes looked expensive, Italian leather, the colour matched his belt. He looked more like a lawyer than the first born son of a renowned mob boss. He could tell the time to think about the situation at hand was more a formality than a definite option. With hands clasped behind his back, Jaxen spoke, "With all due respect, we don't have much to think about yet. We need to know everything before committing. What are these issues you speak of?"

None of them sat down, though Adrian wanted to. The younger son looked rather bored and quite out of place for such a meeting. The boy was rough around the edges, reckless and troublesome. He was littered with scars from fights, a tattoo of a skeletal dragon coiled up his right arm and onto his neck. His hair, the same colour as his brothers, was cut into a mohawk, shaven on both sides of his head. Ears pierced with silver studs and hoops. A noticeable cut on his upper lip looked fresh. He rolled his tongue within his mouth as he glanced around with bored hazel eyes as his arms were crossed over his chest. However, don't let his aloof and lazy demeanour fool you, Adrian Lozano is just as dangerous and intelligent as his brother and father.

The brothers looked like polar opposites. On the surface they looked like they wouldn't be able to get along in the slightest, but there was a bond between them stronger than anyone knew.

When his brother finished speaking, Adrian's gaze snapped toward the duo, "So, you gunna elaborate? Or should we head out, because we got better thing to be doin', y'know."

Sal shrugged his shoulders, arms spreading out and his head cocking to the side slightly, "Well?" he said with a smirk.

Adrian moved to grip the man's wrist, "Don't touch me," he hissed, with a quick push, the man's hand was forced away from the youngest brother's lip, "and don't assume anything about me either, princess."

"Adrian," came a powerful tone from his father, the type of voice used to discipline a child out of line. Adrian's response was to grumble and wipe at his lip where the stranger's finger had touched with his knuckle.
Jaxen inhaled a deep breath, 'If they don't decide to kill us just because, Adrian certainly will give them a reason,' he thought to himself as he pressed his fingers to his temple, rubbing at his face slightly.

Once again, Sal took charge of the conversation from the Lozano's side, "We have money, and we have people. We could very easily protect you and aid your family, boosting you even higher than you were before," Sal paused, "Of course alliances don't come without a price from both sides." Jaxen glanced toward his father and while Adrian would usually do the same, he was too preoccupied giving the cloaked figure the stink eye. "What are you willing to offer in return?"

Sal stared forward, stoic like a statue for a moment before stepping forward and closing the gap between him and the boy. The head of the Lozano family held out a hand for the boy to shake, "Indeed, sounds fair," he stated with a low tone that almost sounded sinister. However there was no malicious intent behind the vocals, it was simply his natural demeanour. He paused for a moment before speaking once again, "Zadkiel."

Both the brothers noticeably braced for something before a gust of wind stirred the air within the room. Any loose papers and lightweight items effortlessly forced into the breeze to flutter or clatter to the floor. A new face joined them now. He was tall, much taller than Sal, Jaxen and Adrian. His hair was dark, with an almost violet midnight sheen to it. The right side of his head was shaven. His hair flipped to the left. His hair fluttered within the breeze as if it was made of down feathers, looked just as soft as well. Pale skin like porcelain and eyes a deep blue like polished sapphire gems he stared toward the two figures within the room. Around his left arm was a metallic gold tattoo with symbols foreign to everyone but himself, below a solid line the wrapped his upper bicep. His right ear was pierced, a single hoop with two silver studs above it.

"This is Zadkiel, or Zeno, my brother," Sal began, "He will be assigned to stay here as your personal guard enlisted from the Lozano family." Of course, Zeno didn't look like he could be Sal's brother. He looked much too young to be related in such a way, unless adopted or married in; but no, he was a blood relative of Ansaldo, half... anyway. Sal then continued speaking for the final time, "I will be in contact, so anything you need please... don't hesitate to ask. We are partners now, family even."

Sal simply nodded now, shaking the boy's hand and ignoring the cloaked figure now known as Aries. The head of the Lozano family turned and moved pasted his two sons, Claudia following behind him as he made for the door. Adrian tossed one final glare to Aries before he followed behind his father as well, Callum in tow with him.

Jaxen, however stuck around for a moment, "If I may," he began softly, his words directed at Aries, "I understand you don't trust us, we don't trust you either. However, that being said, we have no quarrel with you. Since you contacted us, I can only assume you've done your research on my family. Thus... you would know we don't generally aim for bloodshed." Jaxen glanced toward his uncle, "Besides, the fact that my father has chosen to leave Zeno here, means he trusts you enough with his own direct family. Usually, he'd just send some lackeys. That should be taken as a compliment... or, perhaps a warning."

Zeno smirked as he leaned against the wall, eyes cast to the floor with his arms crossed over his chest. Jaxen turned and walked past the door, Demetri following behind the oldest brother as he too made to leave the mansion now. The half-brother of Ansaldo was by far the most powerful within the family, not in terms of status. Of course Sal know Zeno could hold his own, but the Nephilim wasn't invincible either. In a way, Zadkiel could be viewed as both a sign of trust and as a warning not to cross the family, as he could annihilate the entire estate in a matter of minutes.

Zadkiel pushed off the wall and moved toward the boy, arms still crossed over his chest as he stared down at the smaller figure, "So, where do you want me... if you even want me."