[... Can she just bomb their studios? Not with anyone in it, of course, but it'd be lovely to take the building itself, which stands far too proudly along the city skyline. Augh. But Krieg doesn't seem to linger so she tries to do the same even if there's a bitter feeling in her throat.
It grows with his question, though for a moment she just looks back at him, her surprise is in the vague widening of her eyes, how her shoulders tense so subconsciously that she doesn't realize it.]
Do you know who they are?
[It's a genuine question, not a hint of arrogance to be found. Her mother, the once renowned operatic force of Europe has spent most of Nariko's life drawn up in politics. She's old money and a senator somewhere or the other. The famous guitarist father went the Kurt Cobain kind of way, and is equally relevant-not-relevant. They were both musical legends in their own right, but so far out of the immediate mainstream that Nariko had to field those who knew and those who didn't.
Frankly, she enjoyed the ignorance, but the music world talks, and there's not much she can do about it.]
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It grows with his question, though for a moment she just looks back at him, her surprise is in the vague widening of her eyes, how her shoulders tense so subconsciously that she doesn't realize it.]
Do you know who they are?
[It's a genuine question, not a hint of arrogance to be found. Her mother, the once renowned operatic force of Europe has spent most of Nariko's life drawn up in politics. She's old money and a senator somewhere or the other. The famous guitarist father went the Kurt Cobain kind of way, and is equally relevant-not-relevant. They were both musical legends in their own right, but so far out of the immediate mainstream that Nariko had to field those who knew and those who didn't.
Frankly, she enjoyed the ignorance, but the music world talks, and there's not much she can do about it.]