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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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  SHE WAS A CHESS PLAYER THEN, OR WHATEVER THEY LIKED TO THINK OF THEMSELVES.  someone like falcone or oswald, who knew how to play everyone in power.  Zsasz had never taken an interest in that part of the business - better to let those who did it better than him take charge of that.  But he admired the hell out of it.  He wouldn’t have been so loyal to the people he had been if he didn’t admire it.  ❝ I can see how it’d get boring. It was never my forte.  I’d much rather scare people into what I need than play with all the pieces.  That’s for my bosses to deal with. ❞

  HE WAS A SIMPLE GUY AT THE END OF IT.  sure, he could push to be more, but he didn’t want to.  He wanted to kill and scare people, then go home to have dinner with Oswald or his family.  He didn’t need to be the most powerful man in the room - that just meant more people would try to kill him.  

  HE GRINNED AT HER COMPLIMENT, eyes casting around the shop he’d grown to be proud of.  ❝ Glad that you find it comforting.  I’ve worked hard on it - well since I took it over. ❞  Some change in merchandising, getting rid of the taxidermy (though he’d kept a pair of antlers, and spray painted them silver).  The sleeker wood flooring and glass cases.  

  HE TOOK HER HAND, SHAKING IT.  ❝ victor zsasz, though only a handful of people are allowed to call me victor. ❞  Oswald, Falcone, the Zsaszettes.  ❝ It’s nice to meet someone of a like mind to me.  I was worried this town was only going to be filled with good-doers.  It gets quite boring that way. ❞

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By the gods, she had hated her old jobs. They were born out of necessity, as its simply what most mages did. When she realized the freedom she could have if she left, Yennefer had immediately taken it. Ever since then, she had worked for herself. She understood his methods; they were similar to her own and many of the other sorceresses she knew. 

Yennefer took another quick look around the shop as well, smiling at him as she shook his hand. “Well, your hard work shows, Victor Zsasz, or whatever it is you would like me to call you. And I mean that sincerely. Its nice to meet you.”  When she retracted her hand, she moved to undo the belt keeping her coat together. The shop had finally warmed her up well enough that she was beginning to feel hot. The glimpse of her clothing beneath reflected the person that he had been speaking to perfectly: high quality, tailored, classical fashion with a hint of something otherworldly. 

“I agree with you there. Some of these people are painful to be around. Makes my head ache just thinking about it,” she rolled her eyes, honest yet playful, “I don’t think anything can be very fun when its black and white. The good drama comes from the outside and in-between.” 

Yennefer was all for a good show-- the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of a fight, the forged and broken bonds between it all. As long as Ciri was safe, she didn’t have any problem watching trouble get cooked up. Not any problem at all.