Private Corpo Kids

[Persephone Dashiell]

M I R I A L
Arlo Amnen
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Persephone had never been to a desert planet. She had no idea something could be so barren and cold, especially since Miz Arceneau always said Tatooine was a hot, dusty planet.However, every climate presented an opportunity. After nearly breaking her ankle in SIN heels (clearly more practice was needed), Persephone was back in boots with a long gray skirt and black long sleeved knit top. Was it her most fashion forward outfit? Not by a longshot.

Yet today she was trying to blend in and look like a young, studious heiress. One who was shadowing her guardian carefully as business was conducted. Both Makai and Myra had saw it prudent for Persephone to spend more time together and spend more time shadowing either one of them on business trips. They were even planning a family vacation, much to her surprise.

Makai was up in a meeting,having forgotten some holotablets in their vessel. Persie had volunteered to grab them, stretching her legs and getting away from boring mining and mineral talks. She shivered a little as she re-entered the skyscraper from a lower floor. Feet slowed as she walked through the lobby with the holotablets clutched tight, taking in the massive open atrium like space. The space was filled with business sentients going about their day, everyone from CEOs to young interns scattered about, rushing quickly from one end to another. She was the only one walking slow.

Just as she reached the turbolifts the doors closed, leaving her in the lobby. No matter, a manicured finger depressed the call button and waited, head craning back up to the massive art installation suspended in the sunny atrium.

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Mirial
Tag: Persephone Dashiell

The weeks that followed Arlo’s arrival on Mirial had been most turbulent, twisting and coiling like a serpent desperately trying to escape from an unsuspecting enemy. Much like his jarring shift from a woodworker on Artorias to a noble on Muunilinst, Arlo had once against experienced a major shift in his societal role. This time, he saw himself ascend from an Ashlan refugee to the dutiful -albeit unappreciated- personal aide of a corporate officer.

Arlo traded the downtrodden orphanage hall for a new set of strange Corpo clothes, finding himself now in one of Mirial’s skyscrapers. He was glancing overhead at the marvelous hanging artwork in the atrium, thinking of how oxymoronic the cool weather was beyond the glass when he bumped into someone.

“Oh!” the boy exclaimed, then dropped to his knees to collect the small stack of data slates he’d dropped. If the girl he walking into dropped any of her own, he would pick them up and return them. “I’m so sorry, I was looking up at the centerpiece, and- I’m so sorry!”

His eyes were wide and his cheeks were pink with embarrassment. Arlo couldn’t believe his clumsiness and was already preparing for the scolding that he was sure would follow.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Lost in her own world, there was great surprise when she was slammed into by a teenage boy. Data slates scattered and the teenager immediately bent down and started to pick them up, apologizing profusely. Persephone tinged red a little, upset. She was going to tell him off to watch where he was going but immediately stopped.

One, she couldn't be embarrassing her guardians. This was a space full of businesses so there were various folk about. Knowing her luck, she would end up yelling at some politicians son or the nephew of the owner of the skyscraper or something equally embarrassing. Then she would be in deep,deep trouble.

Two, she hadn't exactly been paying attention moments before either.

She took a deep breath and waited for the boy to collect all of his data slates before outstretching a finely manicured hand in greeting, shifting her own tablets to another arm.

"Persephone Dashiell. No need to apologize...I was doin' the same moments ago."

Arlo Amnen​

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Mirial
Tag: Persephone Dashiell

Arlo's wince softened when the girl offered an introduction instead of a scolding. He wanted to smile at the unexpected kindness, but he thought better of it. Instead, he took her hand in his and shook it graciously. "Thank you, Miss Dashiell," the boy said. "My name is Arlo. Arlo..." he paused, frozen in the moment as he realized his surname was one with distasteful connotations.

"... Galfridian," he finally supplied. The deposed royal family of Artorias, removed from the throne by House Renoux during their violent attack on his homeworld. It wasn't nearly as troublesome as Amnen, he supposed.

"Welcome to Mirial," he said kindly. It wasn't often that he spoke to visitors in the tower, so Arlo was unsure whether it was in poor taste to ask Persephone what brought her here. He settled, instead, on inquiring about her business. That shouldn't stir any negativity... right? Luckily, the Dashiell's were an easily recognizable name, even if he didn't know what any of the family looked like.

"Dashiell's success is admirable," Arlo complimented. "I hope that your business on Mirial is just as successful."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Nice to meet you Mister Galfridian."

Weird as it was to her to be called 'Miss Dashiell' by someone her own age, it was even weirder to call a teenage boy Mister. Yet protocol demanded it and she needed the practice guardless. Perhaps, like herself, the teenager was working for one of his family members and needed to mind his manners. Or, he was just formal like that, similar to Casteel Mer'taal .

"The Dashiells are successful? How do you know about them...er...us?"

It was sometimes difficult to remember she was also one of those Dashiells and not some street urchin that really didn't have an identity. Of course, given they were in an office building, the odds of someone recognizing the surname 'Dashiell' and equating it with salvage and mining wasn't too out of the realm of impossibility.

"So...why are you here Mister Galfridian? Workin'?"

The turbolift doors opened and they entered, the stacks of datatablets much more stable in her hands.

"Don't see many kids our age at these things is all."

Arlo Amnen

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Mirial
Tag: Persephone Dashiell

“The Dashiell’s are successful mining magnates, yes?” Arlo said warily, suddenly worried that perhaps he misspoke or somehow confused her family for another.

It was a mistake he only made once before, when he falsely attributed the valorous deeds of one noble house to another; were it not for his mother’s place as matriarch of House Amnen, Arlo would have been punished severely. Luckily, Miss Persephone seemed the sort to not take deep offense at such an honest mistake, were it so.

“I’m apprenticed to a corporate officer,” Arlo explained. “He’s a member of the Trade Federation.” That might have sounded prestigious to most, but Arlo knew his place. He was little more than an intern, taken in out of pity or perhaps just taken advantage of considering his circumstances.

He stepped into the turbolift with Persephone, hands firmly clasped around his holopads to prevent a repeat of his blunder.

“I dont see many kids, either,” he said with a forlorn smile. It had been incredibly lonely on Mirial since his arrival, but her observation made him feel seen, somehow. Like he was different than the rest of the corpos who trailed in and out of the high rise every day. “Do you have many friends?” Arlo asked.

“I-I don’t see many young people all that often on Mirial. At least, not in the business district.” He suspected that most children were off at school or playing with their peers, not huffing stacks of data slates to a corporate conference room.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Oh! Yes my....father....he owns a mining company."

The word felt foreign on her tongue, 'father', but she was trying something new. It was too difficult to explain she was a poor relation taken in by the Dashiells. Especially now that she was interacting with new people in different levels of certain society. Of course, once people met her parents and realized they were roughly ten years older or so than herself, could they quietly put two and two together.

"I've heard of the Trade Federation. Sounds like a good place to be learning to me. They seem to know everything. Now if they'll share that knowledge...who knows. If you work for the Trade Federation we should see each other more often then I would think."

Turbolift lifted up and away, whisking them up to the upper floors of the giant office building. The turbolift was glass and overlooked the landscape as they went. She turned a little green at the motion, getting dizzy, and Persephone had to turn away. Instead she focused on the boy in front of her, apparently sad about the lack of teenagers their age on the planet.

"Friends? Uhmmm....Just a few." Thoughts drifted to Iko Vel . Was he still her boyfriend? It was hard for her to say. Wasn't something she was really worried about right in the moment. "We can be friends. Ain't like there's a lot of us hanging around. Plus, I've been to Trade Federation events so we're bound to see one another."

"You do anything in your free time?"

Arlo Amnen