Fantasy Grim Society - OPEN

[WolfSol]

Maria and Lana
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It had taken what felt like an eternity before she'd calmed the soul enough to remove her hand from its hold. She could've easily used other means, like ripped him from the mortal dimension with just the raise of a brow, but such actions were heartless and not something Death fancied. Either way, she abhorred the very idea of it. Heart or no, emotion or no, the souls deserved a sense of peace until judgement came. Whether they were rotten or not. 


Pulling away from the growing number of souls, she felt her cell vibrate, and groaned. "I just finished," she grimaced as she plucked the phone from the pouch within her cloak. Sure enough, a notification pulsated on the lock screen. Another soul. Correction, a list of souls. Maria sighed, shook her head, and groaned again. A list of souls usually meant a massacre of some sort was about to take place. "Damn humans can't wait for just a second before they start killing each other." 

 

[TokumeiNoJorogumo]

Tokumei Sol-Lunara
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Tokumei turned to azael, her eyes phazed momentarily As she stared at him, deciding whether or not to introduce herself. 
"I am tokumei."
And that was all she said before she briskly turned and walked through the oak doors, into a lavishly (if not morbidly) decorated room. A large ashen desk took up the middle of the room, and a throne made of bones of every kind of beast was placed behind it. It was there lucifer sat, and he rose to greet his guests. You would almost think him courteous.

"Tokumei... How nice to see you again my dear.  Void travel treating you well i see." 
He grinned, his glistening fangs moist, almost eager.
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"So ah..." Lucifer rounded the desk and approached tokumei.
"Do i get a taste?"
Tokumei glared at him, the first hint of emotion she had shown since her last visit. 
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"No." 
"Awww... Come on. It'll be fun." 
He grinned yet again and wrapped a single arm around her, looking down at her with greedy eyes.
She looked to death with her empty stare, hoping ever so slightly he would speak up. Lucifer was like most fallen angels,
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Cocky, arrogant and lustful.
His tastes were just slightly... off. From everyone else's.
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@WolfSol
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@Esther_Silvers
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[madame moiselle]

~Azael, the Angel of Death~
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Azael was delighted to hear the angel girl's name. Tokumei...thought Azael as he watched her leave for Lucifer's room rapidly. Azael knew she wasn't like the other angels. She seemed...neutral. As if she were standing on a fence, but she wasn't leaning to neither side, good nor bad. Nevertheless, she was an angel. He wondered where her loyalties lay;to whom she had sworn her allegiance to. If she hasn't yet, Azael knew it wouldn't be hard to give her a little push to the dark side. 
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Azael immediately noticed Death. Who wouldn't? The skeletal being was definitely hard not to miss. Azael remembered that some of the Grim Council's meetings were held in Lucifer's domain. Was that why Death was here? As Death gave a cold greeting, Azael returned it with a slightest nod. At least that bastard Enoch wasn't here. One of the downsides of the Grim Council's meetings being here in Hell, was the fact that Enoch would be there. The scoundrel wouldn't miss a chance to criticize Azael, that's for sure. 
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Azael watched in slight annoyance as Lucifer wrapped his arm around Tomukei. Lucifer was the Prince of Darkness, Satan, the ultimate adversary of God. It wasn't surprising that he would act this way. But still, he couldn't help but feel a sliver of annoyance and jealousy creep up on him like predator does on prey. He cast his eyes down to the ground to avoid looking at the spectacle. Despite their familiarity, Lucifer was dangerous, an immoral being. He delighted in suffering, rejoiced over death and adored lying to the living above. His only mission was to lead as many humans farther and farther away from God. Lucifer was also very temperamental, and his anger was something to be completely avoided. 
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Azael wondered for a fleeting moment if he should interrupt this particularly cozy moment. He trusted his instincts and restrained himself, glancing discreetly at Death, almost hoping that the skeletal being would at least do something.
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@TokumeiNoJorogumo
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@WolfSol
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[Aio]

Ella Vesik


Ella's knocking became a steady beat as she squinted her eyes, smiling as she saw two figures appear from the back. She quickened her knocking till she gained the attention of one of the employees, taking a step back from the door as she waited for the employee to open it. She checked the time on her phone before looking up to watch the man struggle to open the door. Chuckling as she was face to face with a rather disgruntled looking man, though she gave him one of her best smiles before she held up her camera and quickly took a shot before lowering it to offer him her hand to shake. "I know. I was just hoping to catch you before the rush. I was just wondering if it would be possible for me to take photos in your shop. I promise not to disturb, I just need a few pictures and I'll be on my way." She hoped he would allow her but she also knew that most shop employees were very reluctant.


As she waited for his answer she glanced down at her camera as she clicked to her most recent photo and turned it for the man to see. It was the photo she had taken of him earlier, his cold gaze and mouth slightly open, still in the middle of speaking. "I'm really good at my job." She spoke raising the photo to eye level for him to see her work before lowering it to take a look at it for herself. Scanning the photo she bit her lip and smiled as she saw that there were, in fact, no blurs within the frame.


@poutysunshine @WolfSol

 

[TokumeiNoJorogumo]

Tokumei Sol Lunara
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Despite her glances to death he seemed pre occupied. Tokumei sighed. 
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Looking up to lucifer, she fake giggled before glaring at him.
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Surprisingly, lucifer was amused, a small smile crept across his face and he brush a long blonde lock out of his face.
Probably cuz he knew he was getting his way.
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Another sigh escaped tokumei's lips,and she offered him her wrist.
"You have 3 sec-..." Before she could even finish the bastard has used his fangs to slice into tokumei's wrist, and was sucking like a human child to candy. She rolled her eyes, her gaze dead as ever, though her eyebrows were showing clear irritation.
He could be such a big baby. One... Two... Three.
"Times up you lecherous vampire. Get off." 
It took him an extra second but he slowly stood, blackish- opaline ichor dribbled and fell from his mouth and he wiped it away almost sheepishly, satisfied.
"You're lovely as ever my dear. "
He exclaimed before leaving to greet death. Irritatedly, tokumei rubbed her wrist where the slice was.
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What a bother.
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@Esther_Silvers
@WolfSol
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[WolfSol]

Death
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Death paused at the door again, waiting for Sol-Lunara to pass it, and when she did did it follow like a shadow. Right away, its nonexistent eyes spotted the Prince of Darkness, and an empty emotion rose in its withered conscience. If it could feel, it would feel disgust. Seeing the devil act so casual over a holy messenger was quite disturbing... and, in a way, revolting. To make matters worse, the devil was fawning over a neutral, holy messenger... one that was just as dark and brooding as Gabriel if provoked. "Must you fall to such tasteless measures, devil?" Death spoke up in its absent tone, announcing itself. If it hadn't announced itself then it would have likely been ignored as it often was in Hell's domain. "You're aware that taking the blood or essence of a holy being is forbidden. Must I call God?" It pronounced His name loudly, clearly, so that it reverberated in the chamber. If there was anyway to annoy and silence sinful demons then it was to say His name with ease and freedom. "Enough childish antics, devil. I've no time to watch you attempt and fail to purpose copulation. Especially when I am here underneath God's terms." It turned its head as it spoke, staring at Azael. It hadn't noticed the fallen had followed in, not that an extra ear mattered.


@TokumeiNoJorogumo @Esther_Silvers

 

[madame moiselle]

~Azael, the Angel of Death~
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Azael clenched his jaw as his ears registered what was happening between Lucifer and Tokumei. He gave a silent glare to Lucifer as the devil passed him to greet Death. Azael listened as Death scolded Lucifer, even though it's words were falling on deaf ears. He visibly flinched as Death used that holy name in Hell. Azael glanced at Lucifer. He could tell Satan was trying to keep himself under control. No one hated God more than Lucifer. He hated anything and everything related to God. Azael met Death's purposeful glance with a piercing one of his own. 
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Don't you dare make a fool out of me, Death, his gaze seem to say. 
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@WolfSol
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@TokumeiNoJorogumo
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[WolfSol]

Lucian
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The desire to rip the camera from around the knocker's neck was strong, but he withheld by flashing a dazzling smile. Although, it didn't quite reach his eyes and it didn't last long. Replaced by a frown, he shifted his stance and eyed the girl up and down. In all honesty he didn't care about a photographer waltzing in, but he did mind his picture being taken. This was especially so when he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. When she offered her camera up briefly, showing him his picture, he went to reach for the camera, but she pulled it back to her side. "If you delete that shit," he began, forgetting the facade he should have put on, "then fine. Be my guest, but you aren't getting anything for fuckin' free. Just be in and out before we open. Store owner doesn't fancy your lot here in the first place." As he spoke, he pointed to the camera with a hand full of glass, "But first, delete it, and don't take any pictures of me and... the backroom is off-limits, you hear? Also, don't go bothering the girl, Logan." As he listed off the photographer's boundaries, he finally opened the door wide enough to allow her inside. 


When she was in, he re-locked the door and stalked to the backroom for a trashcan and broom. The mess that the bulb left was bothering him. Before he could set to opening the lobby, he had to clean up the ugly mess of glass. Call it a case of OCD. With a red broom in hand and a mini-trashcan in the other, he walked past Logan and around the counter to the mess.


@poutysunshine @Aio

 

[TokumeiNoJorogumo]

Tokumei Sol Lunara
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Some days hell was exciting. A public torture here, an uprising there... And sometimes it bored tokumei so much she wished she could return to the void... But that was everything to her, honestly. The closest thing she had to a home now was her portals... And the sea of souls. 
She listened silently as death and lucifer raged at each other, cursewords and vanities being used in excess, and she wished she never wouldve come. Honestly, she wished she could return to her home of the void. It was much more peaceful than this place...  Less annoyances as well. She turned towards the door thinking she would return later. Her wrist still bled it's ichor and she needed to have it bandaged.
 
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@WolfSol
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@Esther_Silvers
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[Aio]

Ella Vesik


Ella had to think about his offer though she knew without his approval she would have to delete the photo of him. She looked up from her camera as he smiled and rolled her eyes at his attempt. "Consider it a deal." Raising her camera up for him to see as she pressed the button to delete the photograph. With a sigh, mourning the loss of such a genuine photo she took his offer to come inside before he could change his mind. She noticed the crushed glass in his hand, raising an eyebrow but knew she shouldn't test her welcome. "No backroom and no Logan. Got it." She repeated his orders as she began to walk around, going over to the broken glass and squatting down as she took a photograph before standing up.


She turned around to take in her surroundings. Lifting the camera again only to drop it suddenly as she looked at the corner and pursed her lips. "Leave me alone." She hissed at the window before looking down at her photo and groaned seeing the blur in the corner of the frame. She turned away from the window and went over to the coounter as she scanned it for anything worth taking a photo of.


@poutysunshine @WolfSol

 

[WolfSol]

Death
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It raised a skeletal hand in Lucifer's face, silencing the fallen with the gesture. Death wasn't quick on its feet when it came to bickering as it was something unnecessary, an irrelevant waste of time. There were far more important things to bring attention to whether then how Lucifer had every right to do what he wanted in his realm. It turned its head visibly, hollow eyes looking to the fallen Azael, "Take the messenger with you and bandage her wrist. Blood reeks. When she is required, she will be summoned." At that, it turned back to the devil and settled its hand back to its cloak. "Now, the meeting of the Grim. I wish to postpone it. We've no time as the mortal dimension is about to undergo yet another 'emotional event.'" If Death had eyes, it would have surely rolled them. Mortals were so fragile, so childish. Without a doubt it would see mortal social medias clusterfucked with "Pray for France" and testimonials and pointless statuses of prayers, words of motivation, and the like. 

Lucian
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He set to sweeping up the glass, acknowledging the photographers annoying antics with a sigh. "Why glass, there's nothing fancy about broken glass," Lucian muttered as he gathered up the remains in a dustpan. While he dumped the contents in the bin, he eyed the girl with a sincere look of displeasure and apathy. Photography disgusted him, in all honesty. It acted as a reminder to things he'd rather forget. It was, as everything else in this God forsaken world, a form of art, and out of all forms of art, it was most dangerous. There was a reason why most of the pictures in his grandmother's house were overturned. The captured memories and beautiful shots brought up painful emotions.


Damn, he needed coffee. 


Lucian picked up the trashcan and broom with such speed that he almost walked into the photographer. Mumbling a halfhearted apology, he side-stepped her, but stopped in his stride at her breathy words. "Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of bed." He snapped, glaring at her. The idea of shooing her out tickled his fancy then and there, but a movement at the window forced his attention. Although there was nothing at the window, he knew. There had probably been a ghost-looking fellow staring back at him for a second there, before he had looked. Wonderful. He really  needed to get back on his prescription. The hallucinations were getting far worse and a lot more frequent these days. 


"Logan, you got that coffee ready yet?" Lucian asked as he pulled away from the photographer. A need for caffeine was starting to give him a headache. Hopefully it would silence his partial insanity and make him... brighter. Albeit, he doubted that. 


@poutysunshine @Aio @Esther_Silvers @TokumeiNoJorogumo

 

[Slothtastic]

Oliver Thorn was on the streets of New York. As always it was freezing, and he was running out of money and fast. His hands were becoming blistered as he kept walking with the crutches. He was tired and cold, slowly he shifted his clothes into a long sleeve parka with fleece lined pants. 


"At least this is warm..." He muttered, he felt so out of place here. He had on a bright green parka and dark blue pants, how could he not be out of place? Not to mention the crutches. He didn't seem to have shelter for the night and for some reason he felt even more tired than he's felt in a long while. 


((Open for RP!))

 

[madame moiselle]

~Azael, the Angel of Death~
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Azael stood there for a few moments like an idiot before Death's words managed to make sense in his head. He gave a nod to Death direction and went after Tokumei, mostly excited that they get a chance alone. He wondered what it would take to convince this angel to have the best night of her life with him. With that kind of personality, Azael would have to be triple as charming and witty to win her heart. No worries, he thought to himself, smirking. I'll make her kneel.
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[fuil]

On his way home Jack saw a man in a bright blue parka. He saw the man looked tired and so Jack went over and asked. "Are you okay, you need any help?" He smiled at the man to show he meant no harm. He offers the man his hand as he introduced himself. "I'm Jack, nice to meet you."


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[TokumeiNoJorogumo]

Tokumei Sol-Lunara
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Tokumei walked hurriedly down the hall, though she was quite unaware of how fast she truly was moving. She just wanted out of here. She was starting to get feelings. Bad ones. She felt aggression grace her mind and soul, which is the main reason she wanted to leave in the first place.  
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 "Always you do this to me lucifer...."
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She muttered angrily whilst rubbing her wrist, her eyebrows just barely lowered, a scowl gracing her pale features. The angel, what was his name? Azael? Yeah, that was it. He was almost assuredly following her, probably watching her closely, but she wasnt paying much attention.  Her noiseless footsteps led her closer and closer to the outside as she remembered their path prior to arriving at lucifer's office, and her fluid movements were tantalizing to some of the other demons, who watched with interest but didn't seem to want to near her. Her strawberry blonde hair was blowing as if in a slight breeze with the speed of her movements, and her icy eyes glowed in the dim hallway, as if having a light of their own. The owl, having not moved once, still sat upon her shoulder,
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cold, unmoving, lifeless.
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[Slothtastic]

Oliver saw the man before him, "Hmm? Oh no, I'm fine sir!" He smiled his best smile, "I'm Oliver Thorn nice to meet you!" 


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[madame moiselle]

 ( @Slothtastic It's kinda against the rules to put in one-liners, so you probably shouldn't do that. Just wanted to tell you before-hand  )
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[fuil]

Jack looked at the man and said. "Nice to meet you too." He sees the mans blistered hands and frowns. "You should get something to put on those. I think theres a drug store a few blocks away, I could show you if you want." He pointed in the direction he was already going and smiled. He would help this guy even if he didn't want it.

 

[Slothtastic]

"There is? Alright! Show the way good sir!" He smiled again. He was a very nice man, compared to the others he'd met. He couldn't wait to apply some medicine to his hands. His hands felt like they were dipped in magma and then bullet ants had begun biting him. He wanted to meet more people like him, they seemed nice. 


"Do you know if there's a good hotel or motel nearby?" He asked. 


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[fuil]

"Sure just this way." Jack said as he walked towards the drug store. "As for a place to stay I don't have a clue, but if you don't mind sleeping on a couch you can stay with me if you want." He looked at him and gave a smile. As they neared the drug store Jack asked "So what brings you here to the city?"

 

[Slothtastic]

"Nah, I'll find some place I'm sure." He nodded, his legs had begun to hurt too, having to stretch his digit grade legs to straighten them was not pleasant at all. In fact it was kinda hurting. Not to mention his hair was probably messed up but if he took off the hood it'd show his horns. But he kept going. 


@fuil

 

[poutysunshine]

Logan chilled her talking down at how tired he sounded and the wall itself was more responsive towards her.  He was truly the oldest and most gone young man she'd ever acquainted. She twirled and danced around to the music as she buzzed around doing things. The familiar bing of coffee done grinded had her attention on getting a cup and making it for Lucian. A curse word slipping from his lips had her cringing because she knew he'd be pissed for the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow. Then to top his mood a photographist came knocking on the door. Logan wanted to yank her hair out at how this day was going before even truly starting but settled on a less drastic action of repeatedly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Withholding her tongue on how rude he was towards the girl proved to be a difficult task. She decided to busy herself with finishing his coffee as he laid down the rules for the women like a strict father might. It was actually a good picture though he obviously didn't care for. She pouted slightly when he told the girl to leave her alone, she'd love to talk about the pictures and whatever else to lighten the downsy atmosphere. It wouldn't take a diligent eye to notice both photographer's attention and Lucian's on the window for a moment - the sooner angered while the later shook and tired. Looking up when he asked from the floor she unknowingly stared at during thinking, for the first time in a voice that didn't sound done, for his coffee Logan bobbed her head. She had no coherent idea how he drank such volumes of coffee so strong. " You know, throw some checkered tablecloths, topped with vases full of fake wild flowers or real on the tables and have me sew some patches or what not on the seats and then easy fix. I can't say for the floor and if the owner doesn't like the new stuff you can cover your own self and say I did it without your permission." It was a bit of a long shot but she put the idea his way as she handed him a scone and his coffee. 

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[PastelBeauty]

Lei-Mei Collins
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Lei-Mei was buying groceries from the drug store, one galleon of milk, cheap ass cereal bag, toothpaste, deodorant, and some reading material for when she stayed up late into the night after her already late night performances.  Lei-Mei yawned and ran a hand through her auburn hair before rubbing the back of her neck.  She was so tired and worn down from her late night performances and then staying up from her insomnia and freaky dreams of the dead.  She set down her items and was checking out when she saw a man helping a child in crutches that seemed to need assistance.  She assumed that the man was the child's father or maybe teen? The young boy seemed to looked to be around 16 but she couldn't be sure of that, people always looked either much older or much younger depending on how much stress was in their life.  She resumed what she was doing and paid the man for her items before buying a bag of fruit to help balance out her bad eating habits that she had slipped into from her lack of sleep.  She had to work tonight at Club Chiaroscuro and tonight was rich gentlemen with lots of time on their hands, too much money in their pockets for drinking and a bit to desperate to get laid when they couldn't get action from their wives. Lei-Mei sighed but continued forward out of sheer will power and heavy motivation of cash in her bank account after tonight's earnings from the club. 


Still though, it was curious about yesterday and what the taxi driver said about all the deaths.  It was odd and perhaps, if her grandmother was still alive, she would have said it was an omen of more dire things to come and to stop the living from reaching Heaven.  Death was natural though...how people ended up dying in a mass murder though was...peculiar.  Lei-Mei put it in the back of her mind, she would dwell on that later, for now however, she would go home and prepare a meal, shower, and dress for tonight's performance maybe if she was lucky she would be able to start reading the new novel she bought.


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[WolfSol]

((Yes, @Esther_Silvers would be correct. This Roleplay is semi-literate. Refrain from posting one-liners, if you could, please? It can kill a Roleplay, the mood, or make it difficult to reply back. Thank you for changing and lengthening your content after Esther's mentioning of the rules. @Slothtastic ))

Lucian
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When Logan spoke, he gladly took it as a diversion. Thinking about insanity and medication made him want to vomit, and knowing that he'd seen more than one possible phantom was not making his day any better. He made a beeline for the coffee and guzzled it down like a shot. The espresso was incredibly bitter and went down his throat like sandpaper, but after a year of drinking coffee, he barely noticed it. At her suggestion, he glanced over to the damaged furniture again before crumpling up his cup and tossing it in the bin. For some reason... she seemed to like decor. Flowery shit and all that and the very idea of flowers and patches in the wannabe jazzy-classy coffee shop made him visibly wince. Albeit it wasn't a bad idea, the stuck up owner would kick his ass into next week.


"No, maybe seeing it like this will get him to get off his ass and fix this shit. I told him the place had electrical problems, but does he listen? Hell no." Lucian shook his head. "But you can clean and decorate that office any way you like. Not that you can do much. Those dead coffee machines take up too much space." It was absolutely wonderful having a boss who panicked at the sight of anything that once held value to be thrown away. The guy didn't even throw away the espresso machine that had melted after malfunctioning. No, that machine sat dead center in the tiny office and stood there ever since Lucian had started working. "I don't get why he's even able to own an establishment. A five year old could do better." He muttered as he stalked back around the counter. 


Grabbing the schedule book from underneath the register, he quickly flipped through to today's date. A noise akin to a growl fell from his lips as he slammed the binder shut. He turned, back leaning against the counter as he pressed at his temples. Of course, no one else came in today. The owner liked having small staff despite their sporadic and busy rush hours. There were ten employees, including Logan and Lucian, but out of all of them... no one closed except him. Logan would get to leave an hour before they closed which wasn't much, but an hour made a difference. This would be especially so when the bastard decided to come in and rearrange and ridicule every little thing that he could possibly pick at. "I'm going to need more coffee," he decided.


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[Slothtastic]

Oliver had seen the lady, not sure what to think of her but he thought he'd at least try and socialize. In the back of his head he could feel one of his friends wanted to take over, although he wasn't sure which. He didn't think Jukha would, but maybe J'Dul? He was unsure. But the last thing he wanted was to shift right now near the store in front of all these potential friends. As they approached the lady he smiled to her and said, "Hello miss!" Up close he could appear to be younger than 16, the hood of his parka still pulled down even as they entered the store. 


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