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“Chrollo, Meteor city is my home. I don’t want to leave it.”
“And I don’t want you to die Tati. I would rather live childless, than raise one without you. This city is my home as well. You are too stubborn to see it’s ill suited to The young, The old, The sick, and The healthy. And I would sooner raze it to the ground than watch it become your grave.”
“What City do you plan to cart me off to then, what other place is protected from both your enemies and mine? OH and you demand hospitals and cleanliness and food supplies untainted by even the slightest harmful bacteria and remote enough to provide animity for our troupe and community enough to provide our child a friend or two, because clearly you won’t let the children of Meteor be enough. I'm frustrated with you, Chrollo. I told you, when I left Lusko Province that this is my home. this is where I want to raise my child and now I show the slightest weakness. You punish me by taking my dreams away?”
“You know that that is not my intention. Would you punish me Titania? By taking away my wife. By letting her wither away of sickness and preventable disease, because the people of the city scare you? Because I Will NEVER let that happen, I would sooner slaughter the thousands in those cities and rule. Us as its sole occupants and consumers and benefactors, our children and the children of our troupe It’s future.”
“Chrollo you dumbass, I’m tired now. Save your wet dreams of world domination for another day” A soft smirk from her adoring husband and Titaina entered dream land.
In the waking world Chrollo smirk turned into a determined frown. The Spider’s all gathered around the living area. Plus their newest recruit; A blonde haired boy named Shalnark. We're going to Heaven’s Arena. When the boss gives orders it doesn’t bode well to question. Machi knows this, but inquiries are quick to form anyway. Tati needs Chrollo here If he goes on another heist two continents away, he might not make it back in time for the birth. Going through labor alone and sick, while Chrollo just chose not to be there? Titaina would grow to despise him. “Boss! What about-”, Uvogin the thick headed brute is quick to interrupt her frantic questioning with one of his own, “Is Tati coming boss?”
“Yes” A simple worded answer Feitain likes the simple straightforward communication that The Spiders Head so excels at. Always sparse in the details while maintaining clarity of function. Every Leg of the Spider knows the expectations of their performance in each heist. They are informed only of the details that are vital to that role. Chrollo keeps them remaining ignorant of his vision for the total picture. Every new heist is a grand experience both similar and different to the last. Every new one creates a euphony in it’s chaos. Excitement of the unknown; The ultimate savior from boredom and monotony many within the troupe suffer from.
Sometimes however Feitain thinks, Boss uses his one worded answers and his unquestioned authority to hide his insecurities. Tati is a weakness in her ‘condition’. Even once she recovers their child will be a weakness until adequately advanced in nen, and that could take years. Perhaps His leader has not thought through this whole child thing and its risks, in entirety. Feitain's shoves his concerns to the back of his mind. It is not the spider’s legs duty to question the direction of the head.
Shalnark consults his handheld device for a long moment. With a smile denoting the illusion of innocence he hit a button to start a recording. “ Heavens Arena! The fourth-tallest building in the world, Heavens Arena stands 991 meters (approx. 3,250 feet) tall and has 251 floors. Inside, thousands of martial artists (4,000 fighters on average) compete daily in order to test their skills and advance to higher floors. The annual spectator attendance is over 1 billion and the building is fully equipped with service facilities, including restaurants and shopping.* Located on the continent of Wat in the unnamed country**.