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the narcisse family

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A traditional mafia family as old as Cerberus' conception, the Narcisse started out as a ragtag of unrelated ruffians who banded together in need for survival by whatever means necessary. Initially unproblematic as small gangs go, they only really bloomed when the Great War occured, slithering through the open cracks of necessity. For anyone who needed anything, if they were able, they'll do it for the right price.[break][break]

As far as they were concerned, they were just trying to survive together, regardless of the side they were or were not on. By the end of the war, the Narcisse came forward with masks of angels to help with the rebuilding efforts. A fleeting image, as they used the busy time to establish their underground roots; now they were a true Family.[break][break]

Present day, they are a notorious family rumoured to take on the most unsavoury of businesses and take care of the most unsavoury of favours. People disappear suspiciously, illegal immigrants were on the rise with some of them working such horrendous jobs within places no law-abiding citizen would want to go near. Protection rackets, extortion in the slums and the red light district... the list of crimes for money and silent power were endless, but their blurry, muddled practices with legitimate businesses made it hard for the police to pin down.[break][break]

They're not as bad as this is making them out to be. Not politically radical in any sense of the word, the Narcisse can be quite the charitable community members when disasters and catastrophes befall the city--Tatarus especially. The internal structure of the Narcisse are what one expects from a mafia family, but they do like to think they care for one another like one. The Kingpin will see to it that no one gets left behind, even when they leave.[break][break]

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Henri Narcisse

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application businessman kingpin[break][break]

The current enigmatic boss of the Narcisse crime family. Thea and select others address him as Father, while most call him the Big Boss. An older gentleman, Henri has been overseeing operations of the Narcisse for as long as Thea could remember in her short life. In actuality, he has been the boss for even longer than her birth.[break][break]

His settlement into power came at a strange time. A sudden reshuffling of roles, the previous Kingpin had been caught in a violent crossfire and perished along with several of his closest men. It took a long while for the Narcisse to pick up the reins and rebuild what was lost and broken, but Henri arose to the occasion, did it and made it better. His longstanding position as the Kingpin from then until now was a testament to that.[break][break]

Henri... he supposed he could describe himself as ambitious. It's tacky to describe himself as anything, and prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. Not only just a man of calculating wit, he has a fondness for music and entertainment, especially for genres and trends that were popular back during his younger days.[break][break]

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Hannah Phoenix

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Her baby sister eight years her junior, Hannah Phoenix knew she was abandoned at the doorstep of the Church along with her only present family member. Sweet, innocent Hannah, she was only a babe in Thea's arms when they stared up at the Caïd for the first time.[break][break]

Life at the Church of her Mercy was all that she'd known. It wasn't a terrible childhood, her older sister and the other priestesses raised her as best as they could. She's a free bird, taught the noble path of Mother Sona's word of life; she had anything and everything in her grasp if she ever asked for it. Her sister made it work somehow.[break][break]

She's a perceptive, smart and altruistic one. Sweet like honey, and cheerful like a rainbow in a sun shower, Hannah does not see the scars on the church members' faces as a warning.[break][break]

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genevieve

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thirteenth st restaurant mafia front[break][break]

A Western cuisine restaurant, in two ways. Located on the cusp between the slums and Downtown Delphi, this two-storey eatery attracts the most polarising of diners. The name Genevieve reads out of place in an area bustling with gruff pubs and bars, and dubiously legal dealings. Perhaps it was on purpose; like the sound of a warm, feminine and motherly sanctuary for those seeking to escape their darkest hours. Or maybe the owner had someone close to him by the name of Genevieve. Who knows.[break][break]

The ground floor is where the majority of patrons dine at: greeted at the door by the Hostess, they're then taken to either one of the many tables, the booths, or the bar. It's a comfortable, homey atmosphere (for the most part), and the menu is decently sized and affordable. People generally have a good bite to eat here and a better time with their chosen company.[break][break]

By the corner near the entrance is a stairway up to the second floor, though it's an implicit rule that the regular diner does not go up there. If the first floor is homey and comfortable, the second floor is elevated and sophisticated. Many Narcisse members, as long as they are suited and groomed, are found unwinding here on the lounges, along with VIP clients, and those who just have the money to dine on exotic and carefully crafted dishes. [break][break]

The open floor arrangement is a little smaller than the ground floor, due to the doors on one end of the room that lead to private dining rooms for the high value guests, and one particular door that everyone appears to stay away from. But as long as you don't pry, your time in the Genevieve eatery won't be so unpleasant at all.

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after Silverwing: reconciliation

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Silverwing Gala had come and gone, with rather little fanfare on her side, despite the calamity that ended it. The attendant that guided her down the stairs had been whisked away from her into the roaring crowd; she had to be helped by Kap instead. He did not have much to give her in terms of information that night.[break][break]

Father had been increasingly busy for a while. It was hard to catch him for even a second of debrief. Not until he appeared again at the church during the bake sale.[break][break]

So here Thea found herself again, though not at Genevieve, but at the Narcisse estate. The real one. She sat on the edge of the couch in the drawing room, it's fogged and blurry here in her sight as always. Her ears picked up the rustle of movement by the armchair at her left, the gentle pour of steaming tea to cup. Her nose tickled unfavourably at the smell of burning tobacco, but she always kept quiet and seemingly unphased at that.[break][break]

"I see..." Thea said quietly, thoughtfully. Henri had filled her in on what actually happened in the Mezzanine himself, as much as it pained her to sit here and feel useless. She turned to his voice.[break][break]

"What happens now, Father?"[break][break]

Silence. She could hear the ember crackle and the feel the air get heavier with smoke. She could guess, but there's no way to tell. Kiseki had crawled under her collar, away from the pollution of it all.[break][break]

Eventually, Henri let out an exhale, something of a mixture of a sigh and a hum.[break][break]

"We do business as usual," he replied, "with some contingencies in place."[break][break]

That sounded like a meeting for another day... Thea repeated herself again, "I see."[break][break]

More silence curled alongside the smoke. Thea kept her hands perfectly folded onto her lap for that moment, until she decided to break it by reaching blindly forward for the teacup on the table. Of course she couldn't find it so easily. Her hands bumped into the various accoutrements of the tea set, the plates, the spoons, until she heard the rustle to her left again and stilled. Henri placed the cup into her hand.[break][break]

"Thea," he started, sinking back into his chair with his index finger pressed tight against his forehead, "I still stand by your punishment, because that's what it is. A punishment."[break][break]

"Of course," she agreed. As the Notre Chemin said: Do not whine or complain in the face of adversity, including punishment.[break][break]

"What I fail to understand is why you simply didn't tell me your concerns."[break][break]

"I..."[break][break]

"I am the Caid, am I not, dear?"[break][break]

"Yes you are, Father." Thea looked almost aghast and embarrassed that he went digging. "I—well, Parrain are expected to be able to handle issues without the need of your assistance."[break][break]

Skin rubbed against skin again in mild frustration. She heard the thin clatter of eyeglasses.[break][break]

"You made a non-issue into an issue."[break][break]

"I disagree," she replied, unerring. "It's the disrespect I dealt with for you."[break][break]

"... I know."[break][break]

Something clacked onto the table in front of her. She took a small sip of her tea at first. Then she finished the rest. It was disgusting, really; didn't taste like the tea to continue the—oh... no? Of course, it wasn't.[break][break]

Unfocused grey eyes blinked rapidly as they focused... just a little bit more. The fog was taking shapes and she turned her head to see the shadow that was the Caid.[break][break]

"An antidote?"[break][break]

It's frightening how quickly it worked; it only stopped half way though. It's not the same sight as before. Henri gestured vaguely to the table.[break][break]

"You paid your dues. Admittedly, it was disproportionate for the crime—I just had high hopes for you."[break][break]

"I understand," she replied, squinting her eyes in hopes to clear her vision more. It didn't. This was about as clear as she would have it now. She followed the gesture to the table: it looked to be a knife.[break][break]

"An eye for an eye," he explained vaguely. "Go ahead, dear. You've been holding resentment."[break][break]

Thea reached forward to pick up the blade. On closer inspection, it was plain. A regular kitchen knife. Honed so razor sharp, it pricked her finger. [break][break]

"To be honest..." she trailed off at first. "Yes. I was upset. Out of all the things you could do, you take my sight so I couldn't help the family at all. I could have helped at Silverwing."[break][break]

She turned to look back again at the Caid, knife handle flipped in her grip in aim towards his face—his left eye—her head dipped slightly in deference. The blade went diving into his knee instead.[break][break]

"This is for making Hannah worry about me, Father."[break][break]

She pulled back the knife. Henri chuckled.[break][break]