[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b] [color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Airport, Private Hangar 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] Mandarin [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar growled softly, flexing his hand with a slight wince on his face. The Brit's head seemed like it was cast out of bronze - solid goddamned bronze. He could understand how a man could tune his body into a weapon, hard, solid and painful. Lord knew he did a fair amount of it himself in his younger days, even kept himself up pretty well in his advancing years, but that man... If he had to get into a full-on fight with the guy, he'd have to keep to blades and fight dirty. Luckily, they were on the same side. Not [i]just[/i] the same side anymore, he noted. [color=orangered]"Él es familia ahora, Maria."[/color][sub]1[/sub] he said in his gravelly voice, looking over to Maria with an otherwise calm demeanor. He quickly switched to English, [color=orangered]"And he has all of his teeth, just like you said on the plane."[/color]

	The pain in Keystone's head seemed to melt into the background. He hadn't spoken Mandarin much since leaving Asia, except for a brief exchange with one of the tech team back at the Complex. Even then it was just a word or two. To hear someone speaking it fluently was surprising, to say the least. But not even remotely as surprising as hearing [i]what[/i] she was saying in that language. The exchange with Caesar melted away, all of the annoyance forgotten. It was replaced with a sense of wonder and mounting protective instinct. He looked into the eyes of the boy, bright blue and inquisitive. As the baby boy touched Keystone's chin, he did precisely as Maria suggested and carefully, slowly, brought the boy near to him. He stood entranced for a moment, just looking at the boy with his eyes and Maria's hair. Distantly, he responded to her in oddly accented Mandarin, [color=b8860b]"Nǚshì, wǒ yībān dōu zhǐ gēn xìng. Keystone de míngzì."[/color][sub]2[/sub]

	[color=orangered]"You are the father of M'hija's son. Married, not married, don't care. Bienvenido a La Famila.[/color][sub]3[/sub][color=orangered] It would be a good idea to start learning Spanish."[/color] 

	Meanwhile, Thalia was having loads of fun trying to keep her backpack from rolling off of her shoulder while cramming a section of seasoned bread into her face. She seemed really taken with the whole scene; it was touching, in a violent sort of way. Really reminded her of the whole family dynamic from years back. "Hey, um... big guy?" she spoke through a mouthful, "Now that you're my cousin, or something, can we have this family get-together someplace that isn't an airplane hangar in Justice, California? Like, someplace with guns and a good Thai place that delivers? I'll settle for Chinese."

	The responsibility of his present task snapped him back to his more professional duties. He was still a bit off his game, having just found out that he was a father and all, but he had the forethought to mention, [color=b8860b]"I, uh... ain't got me a booster for the li'l guy."[/color] He made himself stop, go back a step or two mentally, and say his name aloud. [color=b8860b]"Liam."[/color] Names after him apparently. At least his middle name. [color=b8860b]"Illiam... Gonzalez?"[/color] Well, he was born out of wedlock. Then again, so was Keystone. It was his mother's name, not his father's. Holy shit, the pattern continued. 


[hider=Translations]
1	=	He is family now, Maria.
2	=	I generally go by my surname only, Ma'am. Name of Keystone.
3	=	Welcome to The Family. 
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