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[WoD] Heart of the Mountain




  • @Aquafan


    After unscrewing another vent, Roxane would find herself in a room that contained various computers and monitors that displayed black and white footage. Unfortunately, she would be a bit distracted by the sudden sound of gunfire that could be heard even behind the walls. The security guards weren't in the footage room, so it must have been police. As far as she knew, not even the owner was in the building due to the investigation.


 
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"I do suppose I could use what help I get and you know more about her then I do." He could always make the game a 4 vs 4 game of laser tag and if his team wins they get to leave. But chances are that might have to change. The man did fuck up using his gun even if that was a strange magic clone thingy. "So what are you good at other than tending bar?" He asked, if he needed to use the man he needed to fit him in the right place. That is if he could even trust him...
 
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Rosalina Dia Valeso

Owner of Cafe Noir
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Red eyes leer through the more darker section of the quaint Cafe fondly referred to as Cafe Noir by some locals that frequent it. Though the woman whose eyes had pierced through the shade of the room was none other than it's looming owner which for those that paid attention to her, could find her nestled in the back and off to the side playing with a deck of cards. Her fingers dexterously shuffle the deck over and over, but the gambling girl didn't need to look at the front of the cards to know which was which. It was a numbers game, something that anyone with a decent mind could fraction out or with a splendid level of reaction speed, could keep track of. Similarly, this was all a game to Rosalina, everything around her was simply crafted for her entertainment, even the very individual who now sat in her cafe and had been conversing with her maid.


Having found the being to be of interest to her, the long haired girl rose from her seat in the back and strode towards Ahnoah, though he wasn't particularly her type of man, she'd admit that some of the more common girls may have found his mysteriousness to be some allure. All the same, Rosalina stopped beside the table and gave Elise a nod, probably telling her to take her leave for a few moments; yet not without a single command -- there needed no more than a single word. "Tea."


Assuming that Elise was competent enough to be left alone after giving the order, those crimson orbs of Rosalina's turn back onto Ahnoah. Her lips curl into a smile while her right hand turned up to cover it slightly, as if trying to hold some sense of dignity when talking to the other before her. -- "So tell me, stranger. Are you enjoying Cafe Noir? You're free to spend as long as you require here, though we promptly tend to close at 10pm on week days, so feel free to spend your Tuesday here if you'd like - we won't stop you~." Rosalina's words held a sweet tone to them, almost soft yet present enough to be alike a Princesses own.
 
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  • @Xistund


    "Not much, sorry lad." He said, still looking into the man's eyes. "Did you have a plan? Because otherwise you're never going to get out of here." He commented, hoping he had an answer of some kind. He knew she was probably nowhere near them and couldn't eavesdrop on them. They both stood under the bright blue sky, alone.


 
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"Yeah, The bitchyness wants to play a game and I'm going to make a bet with her. If I play my cards right I hope I can win our freedom." He said with a bit of a smirk. "Maybe if you want to be useful you could distract her, a pissed off player is a poor player."
 
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Meila awoke, her eyes opening slowly as she let out a soft, high pitched yawn. She looked up at Chrys for a moment and around at her surroundings, her face awash of confusion and panic as she struggled momentarily to recall where exactly she was and the events of the night prior. Glancing back quickly at Chrys, her face finally softened a little as she started to remember her situation. "Uh, hello!" Meila spoke, offering a greeting for the morning as well as a soft smile. "I am sorry... We--um, I... I was rather sleepy and the bed was soft and the robe was warm... and I just couldn't help myself."





Meila pushed the bedclothes away from her body and sat up before rotating herself around on her bottom to dangle her legs over the side of the bed. "I-I haven't had a sweet slumber like that in... well, forever! Th-thank you." She paused for a moment as she ruffled her hair with both hands, frizzing it up a bit in an attempt to think or perhaps mask her intentions and insecurities. "Oh! I'm not sure if you remember... or heard last night... But the Wandering Guardian of the Ruins... Do you know of him or where I might find him?"


Meila reached for her necklace and slipped it on around her neck, ignoring her dagger for the time being and not even considering it a risk of concern for her host. It was of a simple design and had a lightweight, steel handle; the blade was pretty sharp and well maintained, around 25cm long and dyed red with washes of blood. To Meila, it was a normal possession, albeit one of great importance to her, used mostly for ritualistic sacrifices of various animals and a few times, people... But the concept of good and bad was one which was foreign to Meila; to her, as long as she got her way, she saw no real harm in any matter, no matter the means used to achieve it.


Meila smiled at Chrys, stretching her arms as she stood up, awaiting an answer from the orange haired girl...
 
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(Sorry about that @Trickster Queen Didn't notice it at first.)


"I sure am, though you are different from the person than before. DO you happen to be the owner?" He had a raspy tone in his voice. He seemed to be around his mid to late thirties to her. He seemed content with his waffle though. He was acting more satsified to show more graditude for the waffle. Hopefully he could get on a good side of at least one shop owner.
 



  • @Xistund


    "Well good luck with that, I could set up a distraction to deal with her when you need me to...just be careful what you end up challenging her to...she's a tricky bitch." with that, Terrance left the scene, heading down the stairs that made him feel like he was headed upwards. He searched out the princess and then reported back to johnny that she took the trapdoor down into the basement dungeon. "Trust me, you don't want to go down there...ever." he kicked at the lock, speaking from experience. There was clear tension in his voice from past memories. "She locked it off anyway, so at least we're alone." He breathed out a sigh of relief. "That buys us a few hours to scout around and set up this plan."


 
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"So she's down in the locked dungeon basement...that it's a bad idea to go into, and you don't see a problem with this?" He said getting a headache from all the stupid. "If she's locked herself in there, that means someone else is down there with her. And I don't know about you, but if it's not you or me and I've not seen her kidnapping any other people since we got here...I'll give you two guesses on who she's got down there." He said praying that he was wrong but trying to find something he could use to pick the lock.
 
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Meila pouted visibly as she was told to stay put. She opened her mouth to say something, perhaps out of protest, but closed it without uttering a single word and only nodded softly in reply. Once the woman had gone, Meila removed the robe that she had borrowed and glanced around the room, looking for her clothes. "I can't disobey 'father'... I must kill that stupid dragon... for the 'family'." She grumbled as she scanned the floor, once, twice, three times... "I-I must do as I was told... like a good girl! That fool must be at these old ruins... where these native descendants are!" She continued talking to herself in thought as she tore the sheets and blanket from the bed. "Where are my clothes?"





With a sigh of annoyance, she plopped back down onto the bed, naked and irritable. "I can't disobey! I CAN'T DISOBEY!" She started yelling to herself over and over again as she started to rock on the edge of the bed. Her irritability soon became a mask of fear and her body trembled slightly as she spoke softly to herself, "I-If I d-don't do what I am t-told, 'father' will punish me... I-I don't want to be punished..."


Meila closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply and the exhaling; upon reopening them, her ice blue eyes were now as cold as the sleet and snow outside as something clicked inside of her and her mind focused itself on the singular task of tracking down the guardian. She stood up up slowly and with purpose, retrieving her knife from atop the draw. "We can't stay here. We have to kill him. We must leave now while she is away." Meila said to herself as though she were speaking to another, her face doll-like and emotionless.


She turned her head towards the robe she had worn for the night and considered putting it back on, before shaking her head and leaving the room. "It's not ours. We don't need it."





As Meila entered the shop portion of the bakery and approached the front door, she caught a glimpse of an image of a small girl reflected at her in the glass door; her face was sad and awash with tears as she seemed to be pounding against the glass, trying to break free to stop Meila from leaving. Meila ignored this and stepped boldly out into the cold street, her naked body hit by the chilled air immediately, though she defied the sensation and stood firmly in the snow at the store front.


Now illuminated by the rising sun, the nearby mountains were no longer hidden from her and so, without any hesitation or sense of shame, she marched her way down the street towards them; her right arm was rigid at her side, clutching her knife, its blade pointed toward the ground and her necklace gleamed ominously as it caught the sun.


Meila glanced momentarily at the small girl reflected at her in the cold glass windows of the buildings as she pressed onwards toward her destination, shaking her head slightly, "You are the mask we wear, but now it's me they'll hear!"





The streets were practically dead and the few people that were out at that time were too shocked and stunned to do anything but stare at her form and the knife she held. Reaching the edge of the woods at the foot of the mountain, Meila stopped and glared up towards the peaks before screaming at the top of her lungs; "WE are coming for you, guardian of the ruins!!! ...NO!!! I am coming for you!!! Do you hear me!?!"





She paused for a moment, taking a breath and clenching her knife tightly, with enough pressure that her knuckles began to whiten almost alike the snow upon the ground. "MY flames will sear YOUR flesh and peel the skin from YOUR eyes!!! I will burn YOU to the bone!!! Incinerate YOUR very soul!!! MY lord I shall appease!!! ...And MY 'father' too!!!"


Stepping into the woods, her naked form vanished from view and her voice echoed once more into the hills. "Prepare YOURSELF fool... Now I come!!!"
 
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"The hell?" roxane took a step back, not allowing herself to exit the vents due to the noise. I don't see anyone, and it doesn't seem to be behind me. this is perplexing to say the least, maybe it is outside? Roxane felt the heat rushing to her fingers. be fast, get in get out. Roxane checked the perimeter, she did not see anyone outside the window, however she did know that there was someone in the area, and she had to be cautious of them. maybe I should block the door with a chair? It was gradeschool, but it would work. She then grabbed one of the office chairs and put it on the door. Then she quickly went back to the monitor. "i'll make sure you never existed," she examined the lights that came from the screens, some of the screens where blurry, then she searched the keyboard for the means to delete the footage. now, there should be a red button somewhere around here.




Roxane felt around the computer, she felt as if she was going to find nothing at that point. She stood up on the extra chair, and felt around the screens. Her hands searched until they found something, it was a reverser, meaning by holding it down it would reverse the footage to the part she wanted to delete, "and then i'll simply have to make it look as if it is normal," she grinned, or maybe I should destroy it entirely, she shook her head, there was no time to think on it, her finger quickly held on to the button as she watched the screens go backwards. It was fascinating, people going backwards, like little ants. She watched amused at the Casino's dramas, not letting the strange things on tape bother her. I suppose I should delete anything that looks unordinary as well she thought to herself, as she leaned over the screens. She saw a flash of red and released the button.

"...." Roxane watched in silence as the seeming peace of the casino, calm as always, when a person, one she could not see clearly, their face was not shown, walked near the screen. Suddenly there was red, and everything sort of blacked out for a little bit from the smoke. "..." roxane bit her lip, she rewinded that screen again, back 5 minutes, she knew this was enough time. She then began erasing all evidence of his existence. She continued with all the screens, being sure to erase as much as she could relating to his character, or anything magical. It wasn't perfect, but nearly so. mission success, well, almost.

She then placed the chairs and the area to appear as if nothing had changed.

At this point she had completely forgotten about the gunshots outside, but once she was finished the noise was suddenly closer, Roxane's heart skipped a beat. She immediatly ducked from view, a bullet nearly musketeering into the control room, she noticed a shadow on the wall. Careful not to be seen through the window, she slowed her breathing, back to the wall, her hand tight on the tazor at her pockets. damn


i'm too close to fail now.


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@Karalexia


The doctor remained stationary. The girl before him seemed expressionless. Then, all of a sudden, she said "Come with me, fool. Trust me, you'll be grateful for it". Before the doctor could respond, the girl took him by the hand and pulled him towards a nearby lake. She was running as quickly as possible, but was much shorter than Dr. Robert, meaning he had no problem keeping up. Then, at the edge of the lake, she began dragging him into the water. She told him "Hold on tight, and keep your eyes, nose, and mouth closed."





Robert dutifully did so, curious what was to happen next. She dove into the water and before Robert knew it, he was being pulled beneath the waves. He thought to himself, on reflection, that this was an incredibly dangerous move. But at the time he was so elated from the good trip while exploring another dimension that he didn't care. As he was pulled through the water, he saw nothing and heard only the movement of water. It felt like they'd only been under for about a minute when Robert felt himself surface. He had felt like he was moving at an incredible speed. As he got out, he found himself on the edge of a lake in a forest. He could tell that he was still tripping, but things seemed a bit more realistic. That other dimension had an almost...spooky vibe to it. He couldn't explain why. Perhaps it had to do with his body's agitation at slight discrepancies in gravity or air composition. It could be almost anything...


As he walked towards the woods, he turned suddenly. Where had the girl gone? He hadn't seen her leave the water. Perhaps she was actually a hallucination, and not part of the other world. It would explain why she seem to impact anyone else but himself. Hm. Worth considering later. First he needed to figure out where he was...


"What a lush forest. I'm not sure if there's a better possible place to trip" he slowly walked into the woods, admiring the beauty and majesty all around him. His experience was interrupted however when he saw a blur out of the corner of his eye. As he focused on it, he realized that it was not an animal, as he had previously believed. Rather it was a girl, completely naked, holding a knife.


"Must be another hallucinated person. Might as well say hello. They may have something interesting to say" the doctor cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled "HELLLOOOOOO THERE! WHAT'S THE WORD?"
 
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Ahnoah looked at the stranger with a bit of curiosity. " A bit tired are we? What's the rush, it is a peaceful morning. Just have some nice refreshing tea, that will calm you down." Clearly talking to the stranger. Ahnoah was a tad bit suspicious of the man, but their life is their life. Though he had to wonder though, why the man had came in panting. Was he running from something? Ahnoah attempted to put the pieces together.
 
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Rosalina allowed her gaze to meet with the male known as Ahnoah, although she wasn't aware of his name just yet, for a few seconds she found herself captivated in his appearance.. although lackluster if she had to comment on it. She'd take a hold of the cup of tea that Elise had brought her and rose it to her lips to begin tasting the fine liquid that had been personally prepared for her by the girl. The Earl Grey was not a bad choice in flavor and she could definitely feel how smooth it went along her tongue, cleansing her palette from a most unorthodox meal during the night. Assessing the quality of the tea took but a few seconds for her, lowering the cup down onto the table before shifting her arms up to cross against her torso, just beneath her bust. Elise could have done better...should have done better, but she didn't -- this made Rosalina quite unimpressed with the work that had been so thoughtfully done.





For Elise, there was an obvious 'tell' in the way of body language that Rosalina gave off -- a small curl of the lips if she found her tea enough to suffice her needs -- but in this case it was quite the apparent frown, she was not satisfied with this particular brew and Elise would most likely be scolded for it with some sharp words. Thankfully however, Rosalina never did much harm to the young girl, her words may be stern and her attitude fickle but never had she ever struck Elise for a mistake, only corrected them over time. So now as Elise had already piqued the question of the tea being to her liking, Rosa retaliated with a simple; "You could do so much better..." Those words may not seem indicative to distaste of the tea for some but surely for the cafe maid, it was the same of having had the tea poured out of the cup and onto the floor. "No matter, just prepare some more while I discuss with this gentl--"





Her attention had been taken away rather abruptly when the soft chime of the door could be heard across the room, taking the pale girl's red eyes momentarily away from Elise and onto Terrence now. This man appeared ragged and worse off than most that came here.. he was beading with a sweat that only liars or athletes tended to give off...so one could definitely color her intrigued to find out just who or what it was that this gentleman had been fleeing from. The accent of the man seemed distinct in it's origin but Rosalina couldn't be sure, the voice spoken was broken and cut up between panting breath from his lips but the request for tea was still very apparent in this case.





Now that the request had been given, Rosalina had stood up from her spot at the table with Ahnoah and had instead moved over to Mr.Reed to help him into his new seat inside of the Cafe. In this case, she wasn't about to just leave Ahnoah without a proper response to his question, unlike some who could've easily overlooked his presence entirely and simply talked to someone else. "Yes, stranger.. I am the Owner of this Cafe, the very same who is currently allowing you respite here. So please, if you intend to become a regular or stay awhile, consult me for the rules. If you don't mind, I have another to attend to."


Just like that Rosalina had ended her conversation with Ahnoah for the moment and fixated on Terrence once she had sat him down, sitting down across from him herself. She signaled her hand towards Elise, prompting her to make the tea mentioned previously but instead of just by waving one finger, Rosa wove two. This was indicative of making two cups now that another customer had been interested in drinking something, no doubt parched from his street marathon from whatever it was that had brought him to the Cafe. She had also made it well viewable to Elise that a certain type of stare had been given, perhaps labeling to her that failure would not be tolerated again? Though.. there was for a moment the slight change in her gaze when it shifted towards Ahnoah and then back to Elise. This was her way of asking the maid to tend to the needs of Ahnoah since the only two whom worked at this Cafe was Rosa and her.





"So then.. what brings you here to our quaint little Cafe, mister..?" Rosa was phishing for the man's name by this point, hoping that by hearing who he was, she might learn more about him and whether he was someone who should be allowed to stay at the Cafe or whom posed a threat to the peace that resided inside her establishment. Either way, Rosalina had nicked one of the sugar cubes from earlier that Elise had brought to her previously when she stood up and left Ahnoah -- now it was being placed against her rose red lips and slipped inside to land on her tongue and be enjoyed while they spoke. If it wasn't already obvious enough before, it was now; Rosaline was a lover of sweets.
 
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(Session 3, Scene 1: Teatime)

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A longing could be felt in the deep crevasses of her heart, as though she longed to feel the same sense of adrenaline that the man before her had seemed to have felt from whatever he had dealt with before arrival. That was a story that interested Rosalina the most, wanting to hear more about the man she had come to know the name of as Terrance, definitely one she'd remember for the next few months if they kept contact. So as to reciprocate the honor of knowing what the other went by, she extended her out her hand towards the other as if to offer either a handshake or to be held if the man wanted to be old fashioned and kiss the back of it. "Well, Mr.Terrance, my name is Rosalina and it's my pleasure to both meet you now and welcome you to Cafe Noir. Feel no rush here, we welcome all as long as they abide by the rules that are run here."


Elise would have brought back another new cup of tea for Rosalina to enjoy but even when the cup was offered for her to hold, she merely used her free hand to gesture for the girl to place it upon the table with the other one. Rosalina had already been enjoying the taste of the sugar cube in her mouth anyway, hardly the time to take a sip of the tea when she was already teasing her palette enough.





"Elise, be a dear and procure some cake for Mr.Terrance and offer something from the menu to the other gentleman seated. I'm sure they are just as famished as Mr.Terrance, after all they only ordered something to drink and it's the morning! Breakfast is important here at the Cafe you two, so tut-tut, don't deny our hospitality, we'll give you both something to eat for free...just this once."





Having a curved smile on her lips, Rosalina seemed like she was having fun in all of this, as though the mere presence of individuals that weren't Elise inside of the Cafe were entertaining enough to grasp her from the throes of her tired body, of which had not slept throughout the night. How could one anyway when there are nightmares? It's hard to rest well when you have to worry whether or not you'll have to deal with some terrible dream about your past experiences, who could fault one for not sleeping with that?





Not that it was important now anyway, even if she had wanted to sleep away a good portion of the day, she had matters to attend to in the evening as well as two guests in her very presence she had to oversee and facilitate the actions of the Cafe for. Such a busy morning this would prove to be for her, far more work than she was used to... usually she'd only spend her time on the Weekends to be on the clock for the Cafe, leaving the week days to Elise alone. "Ah yes, while we're talking now actually, I suppose I do have a few more questions for you, Mr.Terrance. Exactly what was it that had you in such a mess when you strode in? Pardon my prying but I'm sure I'm not the only one curious inside of here, in fact my dear Elise doesn't seem to be able to stop shifting her legs about in her anxiousness."





Elise was probably more so anxious about whether or not Rosalina was going to enjoy this cup of tea in comparison to the last but it was a good scapegoat for Rosa to use to pry more information from the man across from her. She had hoped that the other would find the information that Elise wasn't able to calm herself without knowing what was wrong would end up guilt-tripping poor Mr.Reed into spilling some of what he knew, but that was a bit much to hope for without giving him a way out -- all traps are more easier sprung with the chance of freedom, no?





"Don't worry though, you don't have to tell us if it's that important or condifential, we here will understand and I'm sure Elise might calm down...eventually. She takes a while to get used to others, it's taken me years to earn the kind of bond with her that I currently share." Rosaline had offered a soft bit of laughter from past her red lips, attempting to cause some slight relief in Elise's mind that Rosaline was not angry or bitter over the previous failure -- not that she was going to forget it though. "Begin if you please or tell us otherwise, Mr.Terrance. You're free to simply change the topic and enjoy your breakfast with tea while talking to me about your Occupation or elsewise if that makes you more comfortable."
 
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@Trickster Queen @SilverSolis


Being trained in etiquette by a Fae noble, the fetch was quick to kiss her hand. "Pleasure to meet you." he said in a refined manner, his memories of creation and his short time among Alice came rushing back to him. Before he was sent on his mission to scout for Mortals, he was given a brief education in such courtly mannerisms. This was more for Alice's amusement than for his benefit, but in that moment, he had been reminded of her. He watched Elise standing there anxiously, curious about her resemblance to the woman he had attempted to drug.


Terrance was asked a question and replied with some exhaustion still in his voice. "I don't mind...I just had some trouble at the bar where I work...at the Wonderland. I'm sure you know the place. There was some shooting, and I just ran." He attempted to speak plainly and speak as truthfully as he was willing to be.


Elise placed a menu on Ahnoah's table in case he was in the mood for anything else, soon afterwards he was given a rather delectable looking slice of Angel Food Cake on a plate with a doily. It was topped with strawberries and a light bit of white icing. The server swirled around on her foot, like a dancer, and placed the other cake in front of the grateful Terrance.

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@NovaPheonix @Trickster Queen @SilverSolis


It was quite an odd sight, the pair walking down the street, a man who looks to be in his mid-twenties, with unkempt blue hair that has probably never seen a brush, nor a pair of scissors ever in his life... carrying a neat-and-tidy small child on his shoulders with roughly the same prominent features as he did. Sure, the child was wearing a mask that oddly resembled a cat, covering the upper half of his face, and was armed with a stick he was waving back and forth as if fending off imaginary foes. Even if it was early, the child seemed to have a ton of energy, and enjoyed his perch up high. Everything was quiet with the two, up until-


"Dad, 'm hungry." And so the three-year old child decided it would be a good idea to pat at his Father's head with his free hand, trying to show the urgency of the situation.





"We will find a place to eat soon. When I see one that even looks somewhat habitable to us, we shall go to that one, little warrior." Came the calm reply, before he rounded a corner and saw a quaint little cafe that looked..... rather expensive. All of the money he had (whether trinkets and gold from the other villagers) was supposed to be used for something else, but... he figured that the second that his son laid eyes on that place-


"AH! DAD! LOOK! THERE! THERE'S A PLACE!" Yep. There it was. And so the stick was thrust forward, and the repeated patting to the man's skull resumed once again, so with a sigh, the man decided to go there. Cafe Noir, then? It seemed to only have a few people, but it was probably only because it was early. Very early. The sun had barely cast its first rays upon the green earth early. But still, his son wanted what he wanted, and if anything, he was a dutiful father... So without any hesitation, he pushed the door open (unintentionally slamming it open), and stepped inside for all to see.


This man before the group looked like he could probably bench-press a fully-grown male lion with ease, let alone strangle it to death as well. Standing at about 6'4", he had to duck a bit to be certain that his son's precious head wouldn't hit the top of the doorway. This man then just proceeded to sit down at one of the available seats, and waited, never once letting his posture slump, though he did take his son off of his shoulders to settle him down beside him so he was locked in and unable to cause normal chaos. He knew how these 'cafes' worked... probably. If they were anything like his home, he would be revered, just like the proud being he was.


"Bring me the finest meal you have for my son and I! Do not try to pass piss as mead either!"


"Ah- Please and thank you~!"
 
Ahnoah saw the cake in front of him. He knew children loved sweets though, and he did too so he attempted to block the cake with the side of his arm. Now the cafe seemed like a place of anyone of any type could sit down and enjoy a conversation with anyone really. He was still curious of the man though, he seemed pretty demanding as Ahnoah was more go with the flow kind of type. It didn't seem like they could get along so he tried to keep to himself.


"Thank you for the cake, Miss"Immediately it struck him. He said out loud cake when a child was in the room and god knows how gaga they can go for the smallest amounts of sweets. He had a sense of nervousness on his face now. He might have to fend off a small child from his delectable delight. Though he had a bit of compassion in his heart so he thought about sharing, but then again how would the father react to this, a random stranger giving their child sweets. For all he knows Ahnoah could be some sort of child napper.


Ahnoah was at a deadlock from his choice. Either say no to a child and have a possible fit on hands. Or he could give the child some cake and have the possibility of a possible fight with a father. Though he made his choice now, wait to see if the child comes over. If the child does come over, the father will to take him back to his seat. Then He could say he does not mind if he has some and wait for the fathers response
 
The second the word 'Cake' left Ahnoah's lips, the child turned his head almost expectantly towards the sound of the voice, and even started to make a move out of his chair, but then came the word of his god, or, rather, the word of his Father.


"No."


One word. That's all that was needed in this case, and he shifted back in his chair and waited expectantly for his own food this time. He would wait until whatever they ordered was brought out, very patiently. But there was still the idea that it was going to be cake. Oh, wonderful, delicious cake~! Still, he was rather curious about the people with the cake, and turned around in his chair, still under the watchful eye of his father.


"Is the cake any good, mister? Papa said no, so I can't have any of yours. Aaaaah, I want some too..."


This was at least permissible, as any child would be curious... as long as he stayed in his chair, his father wouldn't mind at all, after all, his father's word was as good as Law.
 
"I actually don't really know... Haven't tried it yet but it certainly looks good. They were handing it out for free though, maybe your dad can get a slice or two or maybe that deal just ended, I don't know." He went to dive in for the cake. Though he only took a small amount of the cake, around only half of a fork full. He watched the child carefully though. he seemed very intruiged in the cake, even more that he said the cake was free. He did seem a bit afraid of the father though. Maybe he made a mistake saying that the cake was free, though their was no going back.


As he went for the bite of the cake, it smelled delicious and certainly tasted delicious as well. It had a slight tart taste to it, which was not that expected. It had a slight creamy tang to it as well. Not the feeling of creamy but more like a creamy milk taste. Sort of like a pure butter but, not. HE showed clear enjoyment on his face accidentally sort of making the child feel taunted, possibly. Either way, he seemed as if he could worship such a treat.


"If I am going to be a regular, this is the reason"
 
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The most annoying sound in the world--an alarm clock. 'Michael' was awake before it was, and had been lying still, waiting for it to go off. He had calculated exactly nine hours from the time he lay in his bed for the alarm, which would allow him to wake just before it went off. He had gotten to bed a bit later than normal due to his ritual of re-living the day. The day prior had many more small details that he had needed to pay attention to.


He had slept like a stone--and by that it meant that he was not awakened by anything. He had not shifted position. In fact, he did not remember whether he dreamed or not. This was not new, he rarely remembered his dreams, if he actually had them. He had heard a study somewhere that everyone dreams every night, but he always had believed he was an exception to that study--for the very reason that when he fell asleep, all he saw was black...usually.


Room service. It would be covered by Julia, and he was HUNGRY. Hungrier than he would be from a normal day. He picked up the small card that had the number on it, and dialed from the phone in the room to order himself breakfast. He did not feel like people-watching as he did most mornings, so he did not go to the main room to order and eat breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes...to be delivered in a half hour. He needed to shower first. The food was pretty tasty, to be expected of a high-end place. He grabbed the key for his room and placed them in his pocket, as he left putting up a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. He was going to be staying here multiple nights, he didn't want anyone in the room, not to clean or restock or what have you.--he had a mission today before the night came. He may as well start at the police department--he hadn't been able to glimpse her badge number in the commotion, but he figured that the local police would at least know who she was, give him a place to start.
 
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Meila ambled through the frozen underbrush, her skin numb and cold and her breath frosted as she pushed herself onwards towards her destination unknown. Her decision to leave the warmth and safety of the bakery had been a reckless one, driven by fear and blind loyalty towards her masters as well the internal affliction that gnawed away inside her. With what remained of her innocence and reason shut away by her brash dominant side, Meila was now a wildfire that needed to be brought under control...lest she'd destroy everything in her path... or die trying.


Entering a clearing, she gazed at her surroundings; thick green and lush trees dropping snow from their branches as the warm morning sun slowly thawed it away. From where she was, she knew she could find her way home, but she believed strongly that the ruins she sought could very well be in the woods she called home, too... Perhaps why her orders were of great importance and why she had been sent out to ambush the guardian.


Meila was trying to decide on which direction to take when she heard the sound of someone calling to her. She had heard the voice before, but couldn't quite place it. Glaring around, she spotted the tall, white haired man from the night before.“The one that spoke in riddles...” Meila muttered to herself, approaching the man.


Stopping directly in front of him, Meila looked the man in the eye, her own eyes gleaming menacingly in the soft sunlight as she clutched her knife as tight as she could. “What are you doing here? Is the word something I should know?” She demanded, though her tone remained emotionless and cold. “How did you find us?” She asked, assuming that he had come for her, remembering some of his words from the night prior.





Environmental Tilt


Extreme Cold (-1 to all rolls)


 
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Although Rosalina did not fully believe the things that Terrance had said, at least on the fact that what he said was all there was to the story, she figured she'd attempt to pry some more -- before she could say anything though, she was stopped by the sound of a duo entering her Cafe via the door...which also was signaled by the sound of the door being slammed against the wall unintentionally or not. This led Rosalina to form a small smile while a sigh slipped past the curled lips of hers. She now had little time to spend fully onto Terrance and would have to hold off her little investigation until after she tended to the father and his son.


Speaking of which -- The duo were rather irregular in their appearance, looking almost tribal-like which while that may have been startling for some, Rosalina was hardly one to tease or judge anyone for their race or where they came from. Raising up from her seat, she helped guide the two into their booth while also moving to the door and checking the damage that had been done to the wall. It didn't seem to be too much so the wall could be fixed with a little bit of effort and a proper plastering.


Rosalina was just about to turn around and begin serving the two but then she'd watch the events of Ahnoah and the little boy unfold, causing Rosa to form more of a smile and begin giving off a sweet laughter with a finger placed at the corner of her mouth, having become entertained by their conversation and accidental antics. With herself finally calming down from her giggling, she'd stride over to the booth and nod to the father that was currently residing beside the young child.


"I can offer several 'best meals' here, it truly just depends on what it is you desire. Are you a meat-eater? A vegan? A drinker of alcohol? What would you like to eat if you could decide? What would you wish to enjoy...?" Her eyes then settled onto the little boy and she leaned forward over the table, showing the little one her bare hand, turning it upside and downside until raising it back upside and snapping her finger. For the child, it'd be almost like magic but a blue lollipop had appeared in the palm, though from the father -- it'd be a mere sleight of the hand with the treat having rested inside of her sleeve. "Here you go dear, try this while I discuss with your father on what you'll be dining for this morning~."


Normally Rosalina was the type of girl to actually despise children and she would still be -- if not for having raised Elise the last 5 years, teaching her everything she knew about how to hold herself and cater to the establishment and hold the proper manners of a civilized adult. She had bore witness to the wonders of having someone like a child and thus she couldn't see a little of that very same innocence in the little boy in front of her. She'd keep her eye on Elise at the other side of the room beside Ahnoah, making sure that everything inside of the Cafe was going to run smoothly.


She'd have waited for a response by the Father but she also had to make sure that Terrance didn't feel ignored -- speaking over to him softly as a means of showing that she still was interested; "Don't think I've forgotten about you either, Mr.Terrance. I'd like to talk to you a bit more about what happened when I finish the normal business as of now, alright~?"
 
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Two things were quite apparent. One: The child was wary of this woman, very very clearly wary, especially with her actions in reaching out to him. Two, she was being watched like a predator would its prey. Watching every movement, every slight, even the way that she walked, talked, and smiled.If she was even so much as deemed a threat to the son, the man wouldn't have it.


His son was his treasure, all the treasure he could ever need.


But still, once it was shown to be a lollipop, the child looked up towards his father, and received a small grunt in response, before taking the treat.


"Th-thank you! Ah, My name's Sei! Can I have cake too? It looks really yummy~!"


Once that was done, the man finally replied, and didn't seem too happy about having to reply in the first place.


"Woman. There is only one 'Best Meal'. Just bring it."


It was either that he didn't understand there were different types of foods, or he didn't care, but that was proven not the case as Sei covered half of his face and leaned towards the woman, answering for him with a very hushed voice while his Father turned his gaze to watch the other table now, especially that particular person trying to entice his son. Oh, he sees you there. He sees what you're doing. It's not going to work. You are not taking his treasure at all, no matter how much you try.


"Papa likes meat. More raw than cooked. And lots of it, along with Mead. Can I have OJ and pancakes and actual cake? Papa would like cake too."


"We will have all this 'cake' you have!"


It was declarative, like it was Law. And Sei just smiled lightly in a sort of 'I told you so' sort of way before settling down in his chair again properly and waiting.
 
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