AriAriAbabwa
Don't lose Ari~♪ Shine bright Ari~♪
CORVO CORDESCO
SCENE:
The Enduring Hurrah
TIME:
Pre-Arc 3, Evening of May 27th, 2022
LOCATION:
Red West Bar
PARTICIPANTS:
Hector, Hitoshi, Hide, Charlie, Corvo, Milo, Rin, Roza, Boltius, Ashley, Gideon, Dimitri
The Enduring Hurrah
"Cabernet Sauvignon." The bartender poured a glass of the red wine at her request, calmly returning to his duties while Hector began his winding speech in the background. And it was a riveting speech, albeit daringly optimistic. Empires rise, empires fall; it was the people never let go of them or accepted that. The new Queen was living proof of such a case.
In their state, there were already plans to raid two high-value targets at the same period. Like she thought: daringly optimistic.
Corvo sipped the wine, the savory flavor of dark fruits nipping at her taste buds and down her throat. As the rest of the invited Phoenixes cheered to Hector's serenade, she rose from her seat. His vigorous speech held no power to her—not when she had plans of her own.
Her mind wandered to Romero. The dog must've been bored out of its mind, stuck outside just because he bit off one of the bar stools and mauled it—cushion and metal and all—to shreds.
Meanwhile, outside, the absurdly large doberman still did just that, using the bar stool like a bone to chew on. But as it spat out fibers and plastic, Romero caught a whiff of something. It rose on all fours, turning head to where the delicious scent came from. Panting hungrily, it followed.
As the smell became stronger, he ran.
In one second, where Roza stood—holding the source of the mouth-watering smell in her very hands—a loud crash overshadowed everything. The table flipped on its side, its wooden stand splintering as the doberman literally charged through it, jumping in the air and snatching the burger from Roza's hand.
Romero skidded to a stop ahead, almost darting off with his treat before his master's voice echoed, "Lascia!" Just like that, Romero froze in place. He dropped the mauled burger from his mouth, drenched in slobber. He panted happily with his tongue stuck out.
"I'm sorry about that," Corvo began (though noticeably nonchalantly). She walked out among the trio, not batting a glance to any of them, instead gazing ahead across the open streets. The wine swished in her glass, held precariously in one hand. "Romero here is an opportunist when it comes for food. One time he stole a hotdog from an NP—and accidentally took three of his fingers!" she mused with a wry chuckle.
Then at last, she looked at the three, smiling countenance unchanged. "So, are you out here because you found the new Queen's oration 'mettere paglia al fuoco' as well? Tempting fate." She took another sip of her glass, turning back to staring out beyond the streets. Romero laid quietly beside Corvo.
In their state, there were already plans to raid two high-value targets at the same period. Like she thought: daringly optimistic.
Corvo sipped the wine, the savory flavor of dark fruits nipping at her taste buds and down her throat. As the rest of the invited Phoenixes cheered to Hector's serenade, she rose from her seat. His vigorous speech held no power to her—not when she had plans of her own.
Her mind wandered to Romero. The dog must've been bored out of its mind, stuck outside just because he bit off one of the bar stools and mauled it—cushion and metal and all—to shreds.
Meanwhile, outside, the absurdly large doberman still did just that, using the bar stool like a bone to chew on. But as it spat out fibers and plastic, Romero caught a whiff of something. It rose on all fours, turning head to where the delicious scent came from. Panting hungrily, it followed.
As the smell became stronger, he ran.
In one second, where Roza stood—holding the source of the mouth-watering smell in her very hands—a loud crash overshadowed everything. The table flipped on its side, its wooden stand splintering as the doberman literally charged through it, jumping in the air and snatching the burger from Roza's hand.
Romero skidded to a stop ahead, almost darting off with his treat before his master's voice echoed, "Lascia!" Just like that, Romero froze in place. He dropped the mauled burger from his mouth, drenched in slobber. He panted happily with his tongue stuck out.
"I'm sorry about that," Corvo began (though noticeably nonchalantly). She walked out among the trio, not batting a glance to any of them, instead gazing ahead across the open streets. The wine swished in her glass, held precariously in one hand. "Romero here is an opportunist when it comes for food. One time he stole a hotdog from an NP—and accidentally took three of his fingers!" she mused with a wry chuckle.
Then at last, she looked at the three, smiling countenance unchanged. "So, are you out here because you found the new Queen's oration 'mettere paglia al fuoco' as well? Tempting fate." She took another sip of her glass, turning back to staring out beyond the streets. Romero laid quietly beside Corvo.
RedArmyShogun EmperorsChosen Roda the Red