“…something, I guess, is most accurate. My parents                 are dead so I HIGHLY doubt that they’re looking                 for me. And I’m living in the western part of town.” 

                  ❛ OH. Well..., I’ll just take you to the western part,                            then. It’s over in this direction.❜

          Turning WEST he began walking slowly, moving his eyes           but not his body to see if the girl was following.

          ❝  and i ethically undertake financial loans. whatever             helps you sleep at night, pal. con man might FIT better             on your business card though. food for thought. ❞ 

         ❛ THERE you go, now you’re getting the hang of it. It might             FIT better but it’s a tricky business, you know. Wouldn’t             want that ‘business card’ falling into the WRONG hands             and having that someone see ‘Dimitri Petrov, CON MAN’. ❜

                            “Oh dear, yes, I think I must’ve taken a wrong                             turn somewhere around here. — We haven’t been                             in town for long. So thanks, I guess. I really feel a                             little out of place here.”

                  ❛ I could imagine you do. Where d’you need to go?                            And-- uh, ‘we’? Are your parents looking for you                           or something? ❜

if this were my last glimpse of winter …

                     ❝ Don’t worry, stranger, I know what I’m doin’.                                   Then again…. You probably s h o u l d back                          off if you’ve got negative opinions on explosions.                          Y’know, just in case ❞

                                    chances are he is tinkering on something he shouldn’t indeed.                                     in hindsight, maybe messing around with fire near flammable                                     substances in a public area was a bad idea.

    ❛ RIGHT, right. I just want to make sure that you don’t, oh         I don’t know, blow up the STREET or something an then I         get blamed as an accomplice. ❜

                  PART of him told Dimitri to stay back and walk away as far as                   possible and the other part told him to look over the other’s shoulder                  out of pure curiosity. Well, curiosity never killed the cat right?

                   ❛  what? are you  sure ? Because the WOMAN                               I talked to     I mean, the third party source      told                               me   that    you    were    the     guy    to     talk    to. ❜

                  ❛ OH. Well, depending on WHO'S asking and why you’re                            here I might be just the guy you’re looking for.  ❜

                         “Eh, it’s my title. I am known as the Fullmetal Alchemist.”

                  ❛ RIGHT, okay. Are you a scientist? And I’m known                            as Dimitri. Dimitri Petrov. ❜

duplicous liked for a starter

❝ sir, would you like to tell me why you took my wallet? ❞

           ❛ NO, not really, but thank you for asking. I’d much rather                  just continue on with my day, so I’ll be seeing you! ❜

         “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one that needs                        to remember a whole lifetime.”

        Maybe she is a little worried, to some degree. It’s a little daunting,        when she thinks about the road ahead. Meeting the Dowager Empress        would change everything, no matter the outcome. One thing she knew,        she wasn’t going to leave Paris without some kind of answers. 

                        “——You seem oddly confident about all this.”

       ❛ THAT’S true, I’ll give you that... But it’s not like I don’t have             plenty of things to worry about on my own! ❜

            A train ride or two ago it would’v been how he and his partner ( no matter how             great of CONMEN they were ) were going to pass of an amnesiac orphan girl             as a lost PRINCESS, but after the lessons they had started giving her he felt            slightly more confident. SLIGHTLY. He just wouldn’t let it show.

        ❛ I’m ‘oddly confident’ about most things.❜

making names for ourselves

Sending her secretary off with the file the young man needed copied, Ur did not sit down again. Before she had been whisked away for lunch, she had been sitting through a tiresome and early talk between two soon-to-be-ex-spouses to discuss the option of a settlement and this had drained energy from her. But if she stayed on her feet, she would get her blood pumping and her energy would return. In theory.

                       “Grant vs Antoine — here you go.”

Grant vs Antoine was the only case that was no divorce that was currently on her desk without belonging to her father. Penal law was not her party but Mr Antoine was a friend and when he had found himself facing charges that were utterly ridiculous she had found herself wildering in her father’s realm. And that she was matched up against Sanchez was exactly what she had hoped when she had heard that Mr Grant was relying on the other firm to get what he deemed justice and what she called nonsense. She was not fond of the man who was more than old enough to be her father, especially since he spent more time trying to glimpse down her shirt when they met in court then to refute her arguements. 

                       “It’s quite nice to meet you, Mr Petrov. I’m Ur Lund — or, according to dear Mr Sanchez —— the ice cold bitch.”

HE leaned lightly against her desk, grabbing the folder with a polite ‘thank you’ and flipping through it absently just to make sure it had the specific things that his boss had requested him to make SURE were in there. Deciding they were he closed them again. 

Dimitri honestly didn’t CARE enough about the ‘drama’ that went on between the higher up lawyers ( he much preferred listening to the gossip between the secretaries and assistants, who always seemed to know MORE and have more interesting stuff than ‘so-and-so took my case’ ) but he had heard of this specific case, mostly from the PRIME SOURCE of his boss complaining to him.

❛ Oh! ❜ His memory finally clicked at the nickname and it was obvious by the widening of his eyes and the slight upward lifting of his lips. Perhaps it wasn’t necessarily a good thing that he recognized someone by that nickname ( surely it wasn’t professional ) but he didn’t seem at all dismayed. If anything he seemed slightly happy. 

          ❛ That’s you? I’ve heard about you, and I must say I’m quite impressed by how much pain you’ve given to my dear old boss. ❜

                 ‘ this is probably the dumbest thing i have EVER heard. ’ 

               ❛ OUCH. That’s pretty harsh. Plus, it’s not that bad. I mean,                        it can’t be the WORST you’ve heard. ❜

making names for ourselves

Ur grimaced as she accepted the file. It was not her who was Mrs Smith’s lawyer but rather her father but he had forgotten to inform his colleagues about his change in offices and so Ur had gotten used to the way files that were meant for her father piled up on the corner of her desk. Usually, right before it toppled over at the end of the day, one of her father’s partners arrived to collect Octavian Lund’s belongings. It was not necessarily the most professional course of action but her father was BRILLIANT when it came to penal law and this was why his clients were willed to put up with his antics.

(Ursea Lund, the genius’ daughter, was less happy with the man’s behaviour.)

“Sanchez … Lucas vs. Scott, you said?” she asked as she went through the folders that were piling up on her desk. Only a few of them belonged there. Others were her father’s, a few had been forgotten when her grandmother had kidnapped her for an early brunch — but finally, Ur found the slim green map.  “I fear you’ll have to wait for a moment — the copy machine was broken this morning so I haven’t made any copies so far … would you mind waiting for a second?” 

(If Ur was the one working for Mr Sanchez, a man with truly unfortunate initials, she would take any chance for a little break she could.) 

      ABSENTLY Dimitri counted to make sure each file that he was supposed to pick up and have delivered --as this office was his last stop before back to his own ( or more appropriately, back to his own desk infront of Mister Sanchez’s office ). He looked up and nodded at the other’s question, rechecking his list. He had gotten scolded by Axel Scott Sanchez one too many times, so one could make the observation that he was EVER SO SLIGHTLY paranoid, except he honestly didn’t care enough. He was waiting to make it big, and then it was OUT before you could spell his terrible boss’ initials.  

❛ Yeah. Oh, that and the Grant vs Antoine case. ❜ He walked over to stand next to her, looking at the folder. A vaguely tired but nonchalant smile lifted the corner of his lips.  ❛ Please-- take as long as you need. I’m in no rush to get back. ❜ While this probably wasn’t the best IMPRESSION to give to a colleague ( especially one with a much higher rank than his ), he simply spoke his mind. 

He had met most other lawyers in this firm a bit too well, and had come to the conclusion that 98% of them were assholes. 1% was the kind lawyer on the second floor who always baked him cookies and the other 1% were the lawyers he hadn’t come to know well yet ( which were few ). 

           ❛ I’m Dimitri by the way, Dimitri Petrov. ❜

you pick up the pieces             and the ghosts in the attic                             they never quite leave 

“You look like you could use a drink and a willing ear. I can supply both of those.”

    ❛ AM I that obvious? I’ll take you up on that offer, thanks. Could I have some water? ❜