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ROUND 1
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Fill: Spice and Smoke (1/?), haven't decided trigger warnings yet
(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:25 am (UTC)(link)*******Spice and Smoke*********
The first thing Newt noticed about New York as he disembarked from the steamer was the distinctive smell. It smelt nothing like home. For Newt Scamander, the scent of home would always be a peculiar mix of cinnamon and gunsmoke, of the manure of his beasts and the expensive perfume of his employer. New York smelt foul.
Newt smiled awkwardly at the customs officer who wad examining the muggle-safe form of his case. He glanced cautiously around and spotted several well dressed gentlemen unmistakeably hired muscle, though one of them looked to be brighter, Italians the lot waiting for someone.
The customs officer shut the case with a nod and then looked in the direction of the waiting men standing around an expensive automotive. The waiting men who were very definitely watching Newt.
"Welcome to New York, Mister Scamander," the customs officer said, "and do be careful." He tilted his head ever so slightly at the men.
Newt ducked his head with a nod, to keep the slight smile pulling at the corner of his mouth from being seen. He cautiously cast a specialised form of notice-me-not and walked over to the Italian gentlemen. He looked sideways at the apparent leader. After a pause, Newt began "If you're waiting for a Mister Scamander..."
"The Boss wants to see you," the leader replied bluntly, nodding for one of his underlings to open the door of the car. The man inside the car - roundfaced, moderately ugly, and with a distinctive comb-over - took a drag of his cigarette.
Newt nodded awkwardly as he slid into the vehicle next to what was obviously the boss. "I do have to stop by the bank and my hotel," he said mildly. It was neither censure nor an objection and the man knew it.
"You the Strana Donna's man?" the American mobster asked, although he knew the answer. "You don't look like much."
Newt ducked his head and smiled, amused.
This seemed to decide something for the mobster, as he nodded decisively as the car started to travel. "The unassuming ones are the dangerous ones," he said in reply. "We'll drop you at the bank once we're done." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Least we can do."
It was definitely the least they could do - to ensure that Newt did not make contact with any other sides before they had the chance. "Pleasure to meet you, Mister Masseria," he said.
"Joe," the mobster replied. He took another drag of his cigarette. "So your Strana Donna. How many of the gangs of London did she end? I heard about the Cortesi brothers."
"All of them," Newt replied mildly. "My Lady prefers not to have interlopers in her territory."
Joe the Boss snorted. "Does anyone?"
Newt tilted his head slightly. That had been a threat. "If my Lady had intended to expand her territory into yours," he said, "she wouldn't have sent you a wire to tell you I was going to be passing through. She is interested in doing business in New York, but that is a question of who she makes friends with, nothing more."
The car slowed to a stop in front of a grand building, where a group of what looked to be protestors of some sort were setting up for a speech or rally. "Steen's don't look too hard at currency exchanges," the mob boss said helpfully. He pushed a card into Newt's hand.
Newt, none too gracefully, pulled a similar card from his pocket - contact information, with the hotel he would be staying at on it and a perfectly legitimate job description - and, once the mafiosi had seen that it was a plain undecorated piece, gave it a quick flick of the wrist. A little newt made of black and gold ink ran across the card and blinked up at the mobster from between the letters of the job description ...which now read consigliere.
The magizoologist turned underboss smiled at the dumbstruck mafiosi and let himself out of the car - holding his suitcase tightly in his left hand.
Re: Fill: Spice and Smoke (1/?), haven't decided trigger warnings yet
(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Spice and Smoke (1/?), haven't decided trigger warnings yet
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 01:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Spice and Smoke (1/?), haven't decided trigger warnings yet
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