Jakki had been walking along the streets of Trespiano, watching the people go to and fro. She wondered if any of them were Mafioso. It was a weird feeling, to be watched for something she wasn't sure she knew what it all meant. [i]If they even knew anything about me, they'd know I'm the opposite of rain. I destroy everything I touch...[/i] she doubted whether or not she actually wanted to practice today, which was a first. She always went there and did that first thing in the morning. Maybe it was her mother's comment earlier. The words burned her ears like hot coals.

As she wandered, she saw Sonya and -she had to think of his name for a but- Fionn. It looked like they were talking and she shouldn't interrupt. So instead of butting into their conversation, she came close and hid behind a building, listening. She hated to eavesdrop, but she didn't want to walk into a conversation either. She was still sore from yesterday. A feat considering her strict training regimen.
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Artemis woke to someone tripping over her, then adjusted to go back to sleep. She then was rudely awakened by someone grabbing her butt and shaking. [i]There are perverts-[/i] she didn't even have the time to finish the thought before the black haired kid from earlier was screaming about something. She gave him the sake of the doubt and hoped that he hadn't meant to. [i]I've gotta not do that anymore... even with the Vongola, I'm still someone who has an assassin after her. Ugh, how did I end up in this situation![/i]

She stood and started towards the kitchen when that guy from before, Haijme, came in. The kid who was usually annoying and energetic stood at attention like he was in the military. Artemis briefly wondered why before he spoke. He asked something in Italian and Daisuke was caught off guard. She was reminded of a friend from back home. Her friend was always nervous around her father, tense and worried about... something. Artemis only had guesses, but the father was rarely home, and the one time he was... only her presence stopped his fists. She brushed off her clothes and held out her hand.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, my name is Artemis Whitmore. I wish to join the Vongola in exchange for protection for my family." She was very formal, and speaking English. While her gadget could only translate one way, her italian was.... shoddy at best. She could say hello, and[i] maybe[/i] goodbye. 'Assassin' was just one of those lucky words that were easy to translate over.