Under the Shadow of The Old Oak Tree (Rp)

Tamotsu couldn't help but slightly chuckle as she fumbled with her pen, "Oh.. just a few thoughts, about how this place could get a ton more customers and such. It's just what I do when I get bored. Im a stickler for appearances I guess, even if it's just a storefront." Tamotsu leaned back and remarked, "A stickler huh? Yeah well I can see judging this place.." He sat down and looked at her eyes more intently, "it looks like crap." She continued speaking, her consern was moving but unnessary, "I don't understand how you could possibly work in such conditions. It's absolutely awful in here." Again he found himself with an amused masculine grin as she dabbed off the sweat on her brow. "Yeah well when you're begging for work this is what you get stuck with." He was curious on what a person of her stature would think taking first glance at him. So without letting it stay a thought he spoke aloud with his hand folded in his lap, "Since you rated the shop why don't you rate me? Im just wondering what people on the up and up think of me. Curious." His gaze wasn't threatening, he honestly wanted to know what they saw. Not that it was because he wanted their acceptance but he wanted to know how he was veiwed to make himself appear much worse. The rich always made him slightly envyous, even from time to time Cash brought that ugly feeling to the surrface. Though he never would've shared that with him simply out of respect. Crossing his arms he leaned over the counter and repeated himself, "If you could change something about me what would it be?" His eyes never left hers, keeping long deep contact, waiting on her answer.
 
Damian took her hand, and they went along, when she said how she gets when she gets mad, Damian laughed


"reminds me of one of the female warriors down below, she would get so mad and violent, and all we'd do was sit there and let her vent, it drove her mad since we weren't reacting... of course i doubt you'd be that violent..."


when she offered for him to come and observe or teach, he chuckled again.


"hmm, well, i dont think me teaching would be a good idea, my style of fighting isn't nearly as... refined and graceful as fighting styles taught, i'm afraid the only way i could teach would be to pin me against students and have them develop their own style as i did... i could watch though"


they came to the door of the palace, inside was the school, Damian let go of her hand and ran ahead, opening the door for her


"after you..." he said, gesturing her inside.
 
She frowned slightly at his request, unsure how to reply. She hadn't really paid much attention to him in truth. She studied his causal look, the grease spattered apron and tall, slightly intimidating character and chewed on her lip lightly.


'Well, I'd say you're a hard worker, judging from the callouses on your hands,' She began, reaching for his hands and turning them over, tracing the palms with a light touch. 'I'd also say you don't care much for what others think. Your size makes you intimidating enough that not many pick a fight or would dare point out any flaws. You could use some new clothes, as those look a bit worn out, but I bet it matches the personality you have. You're stuck working in a dump like this so I'm guessing you're not part of one of the wealthier families.' Pausing to assess him more thoroughly she smiled. 'If I could change anything it would be that scowl on your face. It's not exactly the most becoming of features, although if you're trying to scare the hell out of someone then it helps.' She flashed him a smile, withdrawing her hands from across the counter again. She shifted her bag onto her shoulder again, wondering how he would take her words. Would he think her just another of those annoying rich people?
 
Elle smiled and laughed" no i never get violent buf dont listen to a thing i say when i a angry i tend to lie and say things i dont mean." she said and sh teped through the door and smiled "Why not, ill let you know when i have the kids next" she waited for him and lead the way go her picture wall in her class room. in truth it was about the whole room covered in drawings
 
Tamotsu was a bit uncomfortable being touched but he allowed his body to appear relaxed. He wasn't used to the soft touch of a woman and it slightly made him feel shy. To keep his mind of of her contact with him he listened intently, watching her features as she spoke,"Well, I'd say you're a hard worker, judging from the callouses on your hands. I'd also say you don't care much for what others think. Your size makes you intimidating enough that not many pick a fight or would dare point out any flaws. You could use some new clothes, as those look a bit worn out, but I bet it matches the personality you have. You're stuck working in a dump like this so I'm guessing you're not part of one of the wealthier families. If I could change anything it would be that scowl on your face. It's not exactly the most becoming of features, although if you're trying to scare the hell out of someone then it helps." Tamotsu couldn't help but laugh aloud a bit, his head dipping down slightly before looking back up at her with a grin, "You got all that from just looking at me? Geez you're good. You should be a judge for Law or something." His body relaxed once more, thankful she wasn't touching him anymore. He put an elbow on the table as the palm of his hand cupped his chin, his voice came out kinder then he expected it to, "I appreciate your honesty." He paused a moment, wondering if he should bother asking her of her name. But again the thought flew out of his mouth before he had fully made up his mind, "Whats your name?" He was slightly curiouse about her. No one would ever come right out and tell him what they thought of him. At least not to his face. Yet sitting right in front of him, this young slender but attractive woman spoke her mind without fear. Tamotsu couldn't help but slightly admire that.
 
Damien chuckled "It looks like you're trying to give me a "heads up" before we're committed" in regard to her giving him warnings that she says things about other people.


when they came into the room, Damien whistled, many were stick figured and the such "huh... are you sure this is you're room and not the art teacher's?" he joke-complimented.


he looked at one a bit closer, he smiled, it was a picture of Elle and the students holding hands on top of the tree.
 
Isis smiled genuinely this time, relieved. He didn't seem to be hating on her already. "Isis. Nice to meet you.' She said, sliding onto the small stool in front of the counter. She wondered about this guy. His english, although slightly disjointed, was fairly good and he seemed to be friendly enough. Setting her bag on the counter she tried to ignore the grease spatter and how it would ruin the material.


'As for the law, god i don't think I could handle that. Too many awful suits and people with horrible tempers and personalities. besides, the law doesn't care about justice anymore.' She said bitterly, thinking of her brother again. Her brow furrowed momentarily as she did so and then she sighed. Clinging to the past wouldn't get him back any faster. 'Those guys that attacked Elle earlier were proof enough of that. Of course, they were nothing, I mean I was able to handle them myself. but still, there should have been guards all around that place. No one came to help.' She said, her tone still bitter until she realised she was ranting to him.


'I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to listen to my complaints.' She said, flashing him an apologetic smile. She wondered why he was even sitting there talking to her. It wasn't as if she was all that interesting.
 
Elle smiled and shrugged "i kind of am . . . youll have to deal with me for life" she joked making it sound like a job, and she smiled and nodded "im sure, do you want to see my favorite?" she asked leading him to another wall "they didnt understand your return so i explained honestly i dont think they fear you i think they rather look up at you. " she said pointing to pictures of a warrior stickfigure with a crown
 
She smiled at him and spoke softly, "Isis. Nice to meet you. As for the Law, God I don't think I could handle that. Too many awful suits and people with horrible tempers and personalities. Besides, the Law doesn't care about Justice anymore. Those guys that attacked Elle earlier were proof enough of that. Of course, they were nothing, I mean I was able to handle them myself. But still, there should have been guards all around that place. No one came to help." She paused for a long moment, she seemed far away in thought. Before she completely zoned out she snapped back to reality shyly saying, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to listen to my complaints." Tamotsu chuckled speaking before he turned back to check on her food, "Don't worry about it. When you work with costumers, their always right." He grabbed her a deep bowl of fried rice and topped it off with her honey chicken, adding a little more sauce to give it a better flavor, "Right? By the way its nice to meet you Isis, my name is Tamotsu." Placing out in front of her he slid a few chop sticks to the side of her bowl and sat back down, lazyly leaning back in his chair. He oddly enjoyed their conversation, it was so fluid. It was strange for him to so easily talk to a Native here. He normally did what he could to avoid them, save for his Gang. With his hands clasped behind his head he swiveled back and forth speaking once more, "So I take it you're not much a fan of the rules around here huh? I can understand that, neither do I." He blankly stared off and continued talking to her, "But you know, the people with the most drive are the ones that change things. Being fearless makes you just that much more on top of your game then the other guy. If you want something to change don't wait for someone else to do it for you. You grab it by the balls and own it." His face turned back to her keeping a mild glance with hers, "Hows the food? Fried rice and honey chicken, I held the greace for ya." Tamotsu smirked a bit before slouching his his chair deeper. She was pretty interesting, maybe her boldness was what got him. If she hadn't said what she had about him he would have writen her off as just another rich snob. Then again if she had been one why would she stop here to eat?
 
Danni waited for the blacksmith to come out of his office, she hadn't imediatly awnsered her when he asked her what kind of sword she wanted, she was lost in thought about meeting the person she had to marry the next day. when she got back to reality the man had excused himself, and had left her with his brother, but he was outide now talking to the princess, she bowed at her formaly she felt akward standing here by herself then she turned around hoping his brother would come out soon so she could tell him what she wanted and get back to the court.


Judith stood by the door of the shop, after a while she decided to go get wands lunch, she saw the girl that had been to the shop eariler talking to the man that was serving her they seemed to be flirting, she didn't want to interupt, infact she just wanted to stay there and see how things turned out but if she didn't get wand her food she was going to be facing another cold bucket of water. She walked over to the counter and put the money in her hands down on it, "excuse me" she said as nicly as she could but she sounded like she wanted a bit of attention. "can I please get a type of soup or soething as long as it doesn't go over that" she pointed at the money with her hand with the glove " oh and I'm sorry to interupt" she winked at the girl and laughed a little.


(if I need to edit this tell me now)
 
Damien put a hand over his mouth as he laughed when he saw the picture, it was by no means a mocking laugh, instead a supprised laugh


"Warrior prince!?... oh that is priceless"


he looked closely at it, still smiling, for a few seconds he was "miles away" as he looked at the picture, he never knew anyone would look up to him, but then again not many people actually knew what he did back down in the roots, all they know of is his return, and come to think of it, the way he returned, kicking the throne room door open and dropping the spores at his father's feet in front of hundreds of nobles feasting. its not surprising that some would look up to him.


"... Its lovely..." he was a bit overwhelmed by it honestly, he needed to take a step back.
 
Isis smiled, picking up the chopsticks, greatful for the lessons in etiquette that her mother had forced her to take as a young girl. She had been tutored in etiquette for every type of eating there was. While it had been dull at first, she now praised her mother for it so that she didn't look like a total fool in front of others.


'I prefer to let others make the way. While they're taking the limelight I'll adjust their fashion senses just that llittle bit more and make myself known when they begin to totally screw everything up. Most people don't listen to what I have to say in any case, particularly not after they banished my brother. They look down on us, it's pathetic. All he did was take the blame for one of his friends and now they treat the rest of us as if we are beyond their help. As if we aren't still the same people.' She said furiously before sighing. She seemed to do that a lot these days, particularly when she got close to losing her temper. 'Again, I'm sorry. I've been doing this all day, just unloading on people that don't need to know my problems.' She flashed him a gentle smile and jumped as a woman came in, the one she had seen in the store. She flashed her a friendly smile but wondered how much of it she had heard.


'You're not interrupting, not really. We were just talking.' She shrugged, sinking into silence as she ate the food. It wasn't all that bad actually, despite the fact that she'd seen the state of the cooking appliances, it was actually quite good. She ate slowly, conscious of the people around her, knowing that many of the other workers were probably staring at her and wondering why she was there. After a moment she looked up again.


'You know.. If you want a job, like a real job, my father is looking for a kitchen hand. Our old one left, family concerns and all that.' She blushed, worrying he might think it too forward of her. 'Not that I'm trying to belittle you or anything in anyway. I just thought.. Well you make this taste somewhat edible, and the pay is probably better than what you get here. You'd only be needed a few hours each day..' She trailed off, blushing and feeling foolish.
 
Tamotsu was listening to Isis and her problems. To him she seemed to have alot of problems on her mind but he doubted she ever had the chance to talk about them. And if she had any good friends she wouldn't be sitting here telling him of her life story. Her brother took the blame for a friends of his, Tamotsu wondered if he had been apart of the Gang at one point. Did he know her brother? Was he an Underling? He wasn't too sure but it sounded like something that had happened a little while back. But Tamotsu wasn't going to share that, he could tell how fired up the subject made her. Last thing he wanted to do was provoke it and make it worse. Just then his eyes trailed off past Isis to a girl heading over. She looked about Tamotsus age and narrowed his eyes feeling like he had seen her somewhere before. As she put the money down on the counter she asked in a polite but slightly desprate tone to get a soup for that price. He got up out of his chair and stood up, looking much bigger now that he was up right. He looked at what she had to offer and then turned away with a few words, "Alright I can get you something in a second, one moment." He quickly grabbed a carry out bowl and poured some wonton soup into it. Filling it to the tip top he capped it and came back to the counter saying, "I filled it as much as I could. Hope thats enough for ya." She seemed to be pleased with her order. Tamotsu had perposely grabbed the next size up to give her more for her money. He hated this place anyways so if he got fired he wouldn't care, at least he was bringing business. Isis then got his head to turn her way once more speaking up, "You know.. If you want a job, like a real job, my father is looking for a kitchen hand. Our old one left, family concerns and all that. Not that I'm trying to belittle you or anything in anyway. I just thought.. Well you make this taste somewhat edible, and the pay is probably better than what you get here. You'd only be needed a few hours each day.." Tamotsus brows raised and he then acctually smiled, "Hell yea I would! I love cooking. But question is would your Father want to hire someone like me?" His masculine amused smirk returned then, his smile fading. The world in which she lived in was much different then the one he lived in. He doubted her parents were as accepting as she was.
 
Elle smiled and nodded and said "i was surprised too" she smiled at the drawing she noticed his obvoius. . . . discomfort and said "do you need to go back outside?" she asked. she wondered why he was so flustered perhaps it was because he was idolised for being banished for being a criminal shed hate that too. She smiled ond offered her hand again to walk back outside with him.
 
Isis shrugged.


'My parents raised me to respect people, not matter where they stood in the screwed up socio-economics of our marvellous country.' She spoke the word marvellous with sarcasm, rolling her eyes slightly. In her mind, it was far from that. 'If they expect me to be such a person, then they too share the same ideals.' She smiled shyly again, wondering if her parents would actually mind. It wasn't like the people they hired were of the same level as them anyway. if they were, they wouldn't need to be hired.


'Elsa, our last help, was the wife of an exiled guard. She came to us for help and my parents gladly gave her the job. Most of the people they hire are in difficult circumstances.Its another reason a lot of the wealthier families look down on us. They talk about how we can't trust people who wear the glove or have relations that have been exiled, but we refuse to believe that. And as you neither wear the glove nor are exiled, I doubt they'd argue. Besides, you come with my recommendation.' She smiled again, biting her lip slightly. She enjoyed this guy's company. he was nice, and not as judging as she expected. They may have come from two different backgrounds but they were similar. She wanted to help him out. She felt indebted to him for not hating on her instantly, and she felt bad for unloading all her problems on him, so she had made the offer the moment she thought of it.


'Of course, if you would prefer this place...' She trailed off to look around, grimacing slightly. '..then you're welcome to stay.' She said, the smile playing on the edge of her lips.
 
"thanks" Judith said as she got the bowl full of soup. she knew Wand would be happy about this, Maybe she'd even get a day off. She might have gotten the soup but she didn't leave imeadiatly. She stayed a while just to see what was going to happen to the two. Then it happened the girl asked the boy if he wanted to work for her fater and then she blushed even though she had explained her request she still blushed. Judith looked at her eyes wide open "Just talking" she teased her "and look at you" she lifted the girls head showing her blushing chicks with her good hand she then turned her body to the boy. "doesn't she look cute?" she asked him "and you were only just talking" she said dropping her hand and laughing at the two love birds. "you are both perfect for each other" she sid to the both of them even though thay had just met each other a few minutes ago.


She knew she should leave but she was too intrested to know what would happen next to leave now. so she sat there waiting for one of them to say something.
 
Damian refused the hand "no no no i'm just a bit... overwhelmed, never would have expected children to look up to me"


he took a deep breath and recolected himself "i'm sorry, this is no way for royalty to act, being overwhelmed like this, i am sorry"


he gazed over the many pictures "I'm sure you must be proud of them, your students i mean"
 
Ask she spoke she seemed slightly annoyed, her sarcasome bleeding through like an open wound, "My parents raised me to respect people, not matter where they stood in the screwed up socio-economics of our marvellous country. They expect me to be such a person, then they too share the same ideals. Elsa, our last help, was the wife of an exiled guard. She came to us for help and my parents gladly gave her the job. Most of the people they hire are in difficult circumstances.Its another reason a lot of the wealthier families look down on us. They talk about how we can't trust people who wear the glove or have relations that have been exiled, but we refuse to believe that. And as you neither wear the glove nor are exiled, I doubt they'd argue. Besides, you come with my recommendation. Of course, if you would prefer this place...then you're welcome to stay." Tamotsu chuckled a bit throwing in a bit of sarcasom himself, "I might miss the greace here....I don't know, thats a tough one to pick." His smirk came back and his features didn't look as harsh. He nodded and spoke in a cool tone that seemed to be more relaxed, "I'll give it a shot. If you're family is willing to hire me then you can bet on your top dollar I'll be there." His forarms rested on the counter side as he laughed a bit, "Hopefully, the kitchen there will be big enough for me to move in." Tamotsu could really use this job, if he was able to keep this he just might be able to juggle his own problems and put them in order. Asking in a more seirous tone he questioned here, "So where do I go to get the job interveiw? I don't really know where you live much less to navigate through the upper class division. I don't really visit there, as you can tell." His hands pointing out his warn clothing. Tamotsu hoped that this was the good luck he had been praying for.
 
Elle smiled an said "Im sure you didnt, they were impressed though." she smiled and she nodded "Its fine, we are all human and we all have our moments." she smiled fondly and said "i am not only are they polite but they are just. . . well adorable for one but they kniw what to do in almost any situation" she remembered back when the palace was invaded by assasins and they all hid without being told.
 
Damien nodded "i see... noble's children are they? or are all welcome?"


he looked over the last of them, holding it by the corner then let it go, turning back to Elle


after her response, he smiled and asked "Elle... i must ask... Elle cannot be your full name, what is your family name?"
 
Elle smiled and said "all welcome, im nit one to believe that only rich people derserve things." sh said rolling her eyes. she smiled and saud "Elle Hoppkins" her family were muddle class but her parent were gone now they died in the bombing. she wasnt one for crying but her smike lessened remebering her parents. H had loved them and they her but they died and left their 15 year old alone it had destroyed her
 
Isis was tempted to shoot Judith a withering glare as she touched her, pulling her chin up. Instead she settled for shifting away out of her reach. She was no longer in the good mood she was a moment earlier, but she tried her best to seem it. Flashing him a friendly smile she pulled her pen out of her bag again and wrote her address on a napkin. Then she wrote tomorrow's date and the time. 11:00am. She then wrote another location. The name of the small restaurant they were sitting in now.


'I'll meet you here tomorrow. Then I can show you the way to the house and you can meet your new employer, aka, my father and the rest of the hired help.' She felt like a total b**** calling them that, so she gave an apologetic smile. She finished her meal quickly, standing up and handing him the napkin before picking up her bag and adjusting the strap accordingly. 'If you aren't here by half past, I'll leave without you.' She warned, a playful smile on her lips but dead seriousness in her voice. then she remembered something important. 'I'm not trying to be a total b**** or anything, but if you have anything slightly better than that to wear.. it might be a good idea.. Just in case, you know? Dad'll give you a uniform to wear in the kitchen but the interview might go over a little more smoothly if you manage to look a little better dressed.' She winced at her own words, biting her lip. God she sounded horrible, she thought sadly. He would probably hate her now.
 
Suddenly her mood changed and she seemed to be mostly annoyed with the girl still standing beside her. Her tone was flat and even, not like before, "I'll meet you here tomorrow. Then I can show you the way to the house and you can meet your new employer, aka, my father and the rest of the hired help. If you aren't here by half past, I'll leave without you. I'm not trying to be a total b**** or anything, but if you have anything slightly better than that to wear.. it might be a good idea.. Just in case, you know? Dad'll give you a uniform to wear in the kitchen but the interview might go over a little more smoothly if you manage to look a little better dressed." It didn't sting, in fact he was sorta waiting on the moment for this to happen, for her to pull a total 180 on him. He grinned then, and tipped his chin a bit speaking, "Don't worry I don't dress like a stotal slob 24/7. These are just my work clothes. But thanks for the heads up. I'll be here at 11am to meet you." She seemed to be slightly sadden by his responce, his guard back up. He took his vest off and threw it on one of the counters, heading out for the night. Before he left he glanced over his shoulder and remarked, "Later" as he walked down the alleyway home, not saying a single word or giving another glance.
 
Damian turned to Elle


"Bombing? what bombing?" of course with Damien being in exile, he missed much, even if there wa a full scale bombing leaving the palace destroyed, no-one would notice far enough down in the roots.


"Elle... please, since i came back no-one has told me whats been happening since i was gone, please tell me..."
 
Elle nodded and said "okay ill catch you up, lets sit down first" she took him to the corner which had several beanbags and she floped down on one still looking sad. "Some countries got sick of us being so secluded and plotted they came at night. we were awoked by one far of and they got closer of course noone knew they were bombs so they all went outside trying to see what was happening, including my parents,id just had a fight with my mum and the last words i ever said to her were i hate you." she started to tear up dispite almist never crying "i-i heard screams and and her scream and sh was gone." tears started to fall
 
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