Toivoajarakkaus
* Toi-Voie-Jar-A-Kker-Ar-Us (They/Them)
Ｍｙ░Ｎｅｍｅｓｉｓ░Ｗｏｒｋｓ░Λｔ░Λ░Ｍａｉｄ░Ｃａｆｅ！？！？
（位りデ詠 ニ印韻）
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And I'm Their Manager!?!
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And I'm Their Manager!?!
In the world of heroes and villains, information is worth more than gold. This is why you, the great and powerful genius you are, have hit the jackpot. The civilian identity of a particular annoying hero! Most of all your altruistic foe has unwittingly left a clue to their civilian identity. A business card to their place of work. And like any self-respecting villain; you decide to check out the place in person. After all, torturing your enemies with personal information was a treat most criminals only dream of... but of all possibilities, you weren't expecting to walk into a maid/butler cafe. NOR YOUR ACCIDENTAL HIRING. Can you keep your true identity from being revealed while scoping out your rival? And why does the hero look so good in their uniform!?!?!
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Our Story Begins...
Funnier President
The outside of the building wasn't an aide to what laid beyond its wooden doors and tinted glass. The metal engraved sign beside these doors held more clues but still offered nothing more than a name. "The Cherryfield Estate". It's gold lettering surrounded by delicately painted cherry blossoms. Its online presence was nearly non-existent, an effect of its 'respect' rules that some unhappy customers commented on, but others filled in with pictures of sweet treats and savory meals with lots of compliments. Some even expressed their gratitude for the cafe's allergen policies. There was no official site or media by the cafe either. But it wasn't the cafe that was the goal. Javan or in her civilian identity, Ariadne, had left a paper trail so thin that if it was anyone else, it would have never existed. But Awa wasn't just anyone else. This city knew her craft and cowered. Even superheroes, blessed with mutations beyond human capabilities shuddered at her name. All except one, the reason she was pushing through those double doors and into the cafe's artificial environment. Artificial, indeed. The front desk was littered with stuffies of candies and bunnies. Doughnuts and lollipop stickers held in place a help-wanted poster for a management position. Even the boy stationed was dressed in baby blues and frills, and designs of pocketwatches watches printed on the handkerchief stuck proudly in his pocket.
" Good Morning Master! Will we need to expect guests or will it be just you for today?"
