[Spec] Shanghai Tea House

[Renai]

She sat quietly on the chair, letting a soft tune play through the shop. It rang out softly, creating a somewhat peaceful atmosphere to the shop as it sang out. She brushed her dark, silvery hair behind her ear and sipped some tea, watching as the sunlight streamed into the somewhat old tea house. It wasn't very strong and the old rafters and somewhat dusty air made the entire shop take on a somewhat nostalgic atmosphere. She was somewhat tall, with a single strand of a purple ribbon trailing down a ways across her hair. Her hands gently set the tea down, glancing at the people passing the old tea shop by. She didn't get very many customers, but that was okay. She had a variety of skills and the rather toxic atmosphere of her 'brethren' made life a little too difficult sometimes. The dust certainly hung around the air a fair bit, but it was comfortable and serene and she liked it. And that was enough for her. Her clothes were somewhat boyish, she did admit, but they were just fine for her. As long as nobody complained... Mmm, this tea was quite good.

[Hirosame]

Walking on the street, noticing a small building off to the side, Vaan entered. His hand opened the door to the dusty Tea House, and noticed that nobody else was even here. He put his foot inside the building, and looked around a bit. Was this place deserted? Was anybody even here? He looked around a bit more, stepping fully into the building, and closing the door, scratching his short brown hair. Man, it was dusty in here. He turned to see the girl in the building, and approached her. She was drinking some tea. Vaan could only really gather that this place was a tea shop. He walked up to the girl, and asked. "Pardon, but could I trouble you for a drink?" He asked, in a deep voice. "I don't have a lot of money, but I hope I can cover the charge with what I have." Vaan reached down to his side, and pulled from his coat pocket a wallet, and brought out a few coins. He placed them on the table, and looked at the girl, placing the wallet back. Vaan straightened his white jacket a bit, and opened it up, revealing his Red undershirt a little bit. He stepped away from the counter, and adjusted his black pants, so they would fit over his black shoes. He knelt down to do this, but stood back up, waiting for the girl's reply.

[Midori]

[attr="class","polaris"] [attr="class","girtab"] [attr="class","gif"] [attr="class","backgroundsinister"] [attr="class","stardust"] [attr="class","lockedroom"] [attr="class","murasak"] As someone else had entered the teahouse at that moment, another customer had already been occupying the building since its opening hour. There were a number of teacups on top of the table, each of them filled with a different type of beverage. Earl Grey tea in one cup. Green tea in another. Royal Milk tea. Even black coffee and vanilla root beer featured their own cups. We have here a black-haired girl who resembled a high school student in appearance, sporting one of the school uniforms of a prominent private school. Her attire did look elegant enough, if only topped out by the blue ribbon bow that fastened her collared shirt. She was typing away at a laptop whose screen was blank, unviewable without LCD glasses in a rather interesting rig. What was on her agenda? It really depended on where one would look at the screen. There was an program running on the side that was continually handling stock market transactions as it purchased and sold shares of companies like GI and LMU. Another corner featured a spreadsheet that automatically balanced a budget to ensure that revenue was being made every nanosecond of the way. It was a staggering balance, nearly enough to buy even that coveted log out button advertised as a joke on an old MMO. One more corner showed direct feeds of cameras set out sporadically throughout areas of interest, maneuverable with a click to the right feed. The girl herself was playing Minesweeper in the meantime. One click revealed a 5 on a square. Five bombs, eight possible positions. She finally clicked one more time, revealing the final non-bomb digit and automatically clearing the game. "Requesting another cup of vanilla root beer." [attr="class","notesbg"] STATUS NOTES WORDS CREDIT BY jumpstart! of btn and ote [attr="class","borderradius"] 完全な犯罪

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[Capsule]

At the towering height of 6'5 and with a head of short blond hair, Jannik Kristofferson stood out like a sore thumb. His yellow tie and matching boots only enhanced this, making him a source of curiosity for a few of the locals. Kris tightened his fist around the crudely made doll that had once belonged to a young girl. The man gave a soft sigh as he reached up to rub his already tousled hair for the third time that night. If only he had trusted his instincts and charged in, instead of waiting for back up, the little girl that owned this doll would still be alive.

The unpleasant memory of dead kids, a few no older than four or five, all crammed into a shipping container made him ill. Fortunately for him, his previous meal had been tossed after the smell struck his nostrils. It was the smell of vile toxins and emptied bowels. Judging from the freshness of bodies, the kids were dead for at least an hour before the door to the cargo could be opened. One of the workers had joked about the kids being better off. Victims of human trafficking were usually worked to death or broken to the point of needing severe therapeutic care when they were rescued. Kris liked to think that both could have been prevented.

Having failed to locate a coffee shop, he turned into the next best thing - a tea shop. Kris tucked what he could of the doll into the pocket of his trench coat as he came to a stop behind a young man. His interest was on the girl with the purple ribbon manning the counter. This place could sure use a thorough dusting…

♫:People Are Strange

[Renai]

She glanced briefly at the arrivals, one after another. The first was a bit of a tall individual, larger looking from his attire. She nodded briefly and sorted out about 50 yen, sliding her finger around the curve of her teacup before getting up. "Would barley tea be alright?" She heard it calmed the nerves, although being as toxic as she was, she knew there were other ways to get people to relax. Sliding the rest of the change back towards the man, the silver-haired Purple slid behind the counter and into the back, pouring out some of the slowly simmering barley tea and bringing some extra water up onto the heat to keep the tea prepped. It seemed the girl in the corner wanted some more vanilla root beer, and although she herself enjoyed making the floats and adding ice cream over the root beer itself, she wasn't in any position to judge.

The graceful Purple pulled out a can of A&W and poured it into a tall glass with a bit of a flourish, spinning a little bit and almost floating forwards through the air as she landed at the unknown girl's table and replaced the glasses. Sliding the cup into the sink in the back, she glanced at the door only to see a rather... tall fellow walk in. She was tall, she knew, but... Well, the European was even taller. He looked like he could use some barley tea, so she brought up another cup and returned from the back with two cups. Gently placing one in front of Vaan, the tea maker brought the other cup out in front of Kris as an offering, smiling softly and warmly. The tea was letting out just a bit of steam as she held it from the bottom. If he didn't want any, that was alright too. "It's on the house." Her voice was soft and a little airy, but generally kind. Not at all like her or her kinsmen.

[Hirosame]

It seemed that Vaan wasn't the only one in the coffee shop today, as he had failed to notice the female in the back, looking at a monitor. As the Purple before him passed his coins back, Vaan placed them in his coat pocket, and took a small glace to the girl in the back. A blue, for sure, and a young one at that. He nodded to the female behind the counter, and took a sip from the drink, before taking a seat at the counter. "It's delicious." He said, quietly. "Thank you." It took a little extra care to make sure that the gun concealed beneath his jacket stayed in place, and didn't make a noise. He wasn't in any need of pulling the firearm out, but it was there, should he need it. His katana was on the same side, resting easily around his waist. It also took a little extra insurance to make sure it didn't clang and clank around.

He turned for a moment to notice a tall Yellow walk into the cafe as well, but nothing much else from there. The Purple caretaker was tending to the request, literally, of the female in the back corner of the room. Aside from that, nothing much else was going on in this place, so it was pretty relaxing. Vaan would be able to enjoy his drink without worrying about getting jumped anymore. However, the times that he has been jumped in the recent past has increased significantly, and it'd been a long time since he'd seen a Purple. The increased number of Colors in this city significantly worried the red, and even his boss. Since there weren't many other people in the city, their jobs were pretty relaxed and low-risk. But, since recently, their jobs have involved fights with other Colors. Today, Vaan was allowed to take his time in taking care of a mission, and decided to stop for a drink on his way to the site. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad today. Maybe. He took another sip of the tea.

[Midori]

[attr="class","polaris"] [attr="class","girtab"] [attr="class","gif"] [attr="class","backgroundsinister"] [attr="class","stardust"] [attr="class","lockedroom"] [attr="class","murasak"] The programmer continued to type constantly on the keyboard, stopping only for a "Thank you." in response to her refilled drink. She glanced at all her cups, observing the light vibrations to their surfaces after the addition of the new drink. As the fizzy soda continued to foam in the cup, one particular vibration behaved favorably. Green tea was the most agitated of the other liquids, followed by Royal Milk, black coffee, and finally Earl Grey. For any ordinary person, such vibrations in the waters wouldn't have been anything noticeable, much less vaguely noteworthy. But for the girl who belonged to the clan of Blue, it was a form of divination. Not. Who would have fallen for this sort of story anyway? The camera feeds weren't bringing up any particular images of note. She had just short-sold a few companies for an instant profit of a few thousand dollars. A conversion of the offshore USD balance to yen would likely be necessary at some point. That team had suffered an early-game disadvantage pretty badly and the betting odds were now 8:1. She turned her attention away from the computer screen and now toward the other patrons of the tea house. Now here was a discrete showcase of her abilities. The tea house was very representative of its title, featuring plenty of liquids be they in cups or containers. As long as there was a reflection on the water's surface, it worked like a second set of eyes. Her cups were oriented in a way where she had enough of a view throughout the entire establishment. The only blind spots typically occurred whenever someone else should move their drink, but otherwise it was a basic ability available to her. She wasn't a master of water manipulation by any means. Her specialty was in using her ability to scout the area. Achieve peace by peaceful observation. But now, depending on the others' actions, that peace might possibly be broken. There was a trio of punk-looking delinquents walking down the street outside. The smell of liquor, open bottles, and their wobbling stances certainly indicated their intoxicated nature. In the opposite direction came a businessman, walking along with a black suit and an aura of properness about him. The two parties crossed paths. Perhaps it was because the guy was drunk or because it was on purpose, but one of the three blatantly crashed into the man in the suit, spilling alcohol onto his sleeve. They snickered and began to walk off. It was here that the man was in full view of the costumers in the tea house. He raised his arm, as though pointing toward the three. Then, as if it had been pulled out of the shadows of his sleeve, a silenced revolver was revealed.  [attr="class","notesbg"] STATUS NOTES WORDS CREDIT BY jumpstart! of btn and ote [attr="class","borderradius"] 完全な犯罪

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[Capsule]

Awyiss. Free tea. Back home, in Sweden, Kris had gotten used to the complimentary cups of coffee when he was still just a rookie on the force. Sometimes he even got a pastry to go with it. It all depended on how hospitable the hostess was. Unless you were in uniform or sporting the standard Interpol jacket with the giant target on your back, though, people very rarely gave out handouts. Kris just assumed he looked like shit right now, which matched how he felt. "Thank you," he said, subtle twinges of his Swedish accent leaking out. He took a careful sip of the tea, and finding it agreeable, started to take a seat… until he noticed the ruckus outside.

Kris mentally sighed. Three drunk, punk ass kids had just ruined some guy's suit, and rather than rushing home to strip and soak the garments, he was going to shoot them? In plain sight of the café patrons? Come on, buddy. At least try to gauge your surroundings before whipping it out. At least he had enough sense to use a silencer, but ugh. "Excuse me for a moment."

The man casually moved towards the door, moving awfully quiet for a man of his stature. He propped the door open with his foot, and giving off the aura of the unhelpful bystander, watched as Mr. Suit aimed his gun at the backs of one of the hoodlums. Kris took a long sip of his tea, pinky elegantly poised in the air. Said pinky suddenly lowered in the Suit's direction. A moment later, the gun was tossed to the side as its wielder yelped in pain. The small charge of static Kris had fired into the gun should not have hurt the guy too much, but it was enough to disarm him. If the Suit was smart, he would grab his gun and leave before the thugs noticed. If not, he might have his hands full.

♫:X Gon' Give It To Ya