Tea Story [Event Stall, Open]

[Shiranui]

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Notes: Fashionably late, as usual~

Words: 582

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Shiranui let out a yawn. His most recent adventure with an old friend felt more tiring now that he was home- or rather, as homey as a desk could be. He stretched his limbs, tired from all the running, and fueled by nothing but fruit and tasteless bread for the past twenty four hours. He sighed and muttered to himself “I need to relax…” Unfortunately, the most he only thing he could do to unwind at the moment was taking a nap. He would have practiced his tailoring skill if he had the materials, but that was sadly not the case. The Fox propped his feet up on the desk, making sure his legs didn’t block the view of the menus he had Adler draw, and began nodding off to dreamland.

But, just then, he caught an interesting little tidbit carried by the wind. Fortune? He focused on a couple passing by, talking about something. A lover’s quarrel?

“I’m telling you! We’re gonna be fine! You don’t really have to take that gypsy woman’s predictions seriously!” said the male

“But those cups...” said the rather gruff-sounding female.

“Illusions, maybe? This is a game where magic is real, after all.”

Although it seemed like an ordinary conversation, words like “gypsy” and “predictions” Something about fortunes and… cups? Shiranui decided not to dwell further into their conversation and investigate the strange phenomenon instead. Sluggishly, he made his way towards the couple. They didn’t seem to notice him until he spoke. “Excuse me. Where might I find this ‘gypsy’ you were talking about?” said he. The couple was too focused on their bickering to realize that the fox had eavesdropped on a small portion of their conversation.

“Um… St. Pancras Station. Now please, do you mind?” hurriedly said the male. “Thank you. I wish you good tidings in your relationship. Bye!” said Shira with a slight bow before walking away. When he had reached a distance far enough, he paused for a moment to let the realization sink in. “Wait a minute! How…” he had heard from the male. The fox snickered and walked at a faster pace towards St. Pancras Station. Sure he was nice most of the time, but let it not be said that he didn’t know how to have fun.

The station wasn’t that far, so it didn’t take more than just a few minutes to get there. There was a puffy tent that smelled of something pleasant, sitting there looking rather obvious. There was quite the line outside, as well. The tent’s design seemed familiar. He could almost recognize the way it was designed. The name was on the tip of his tongue. It starts with an “E” or something. Bah! Let’s get in line and found out! He made his way to the back of the line and tapped his foot to the beat of a song in his head while he waited. By how long the line was, it probably wouldn’t take too long until it was his turn. He felt a gentle breeze pass by. He noticed, at the corner of his eye, a flap on the side of the tent slightly being shaken by the wind. I wonder why nobody’s tried going through there.

He casually walked towards the opening as if there he had not spotted anything suspicious. He whistled innocently as he did so. The fox stood in front of the opening, still whistling, and took a small peek through the materia- Ooh, velvet~.

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Tea Time

454

►POWER FANTASY

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

The blonde elf worked quickly at something Blackcoat didn't have the heart for. He could have given a gallant start, no doubt, but the moment someone talked out against him or when the crowd would begin to ignore him, he would lose himself. Just someone to be swept aside and for others to continue on without having to deal with much else. 

That wasn't the case for what he was trying to do. He fully expected to just be told to buzz off or ignored; something harmless but to the effect where he would know that he tried. Blackcoat didn't intend to cause such a ruckus with just a few words, but rather than tell him off, the girl that was at his eye level seemed to become stunned, and as Blackcoat went to go and say something or excuse himself - preferable to just pay and leave and remove himself from the awkward staring, since it wasn't something he very much encountered often - the Enchanter spilled her tea over a guest. 

Shit. He could have stepped in to offer a hand - even use his Housekeeper skills to clean - but the Enchanter beat him out in reaction speed, pinning the girl into a silence stance. Shit. Was this the person he chose to say something to? Blackcoat was suddenly having major reservations over talking to her when he moved forward slightly, hands fidgeting like mad as his fingers interlaced and constantly changed the way they were positioned and primed, almost as if he were an insectoid servant ready to reach out to offer help to the blouse-burning female.

The Enchanter handled that, though, and as his vision turned from blouse girl to the Enchanter he felt as though someone were watching him - emerald orbs making a note of him before he identified the watcher in full and his attention was once more diverted. The flaming hair was suddenly in his face, and Blackcoat's temporary lull in paying attention had cost him any time to readjust himself for her arrival. 

"W-well, miss, uh... I'm nobody, really." Strong start, sir Layman, strong start. "B-Blackcoat, name. I'm a chef." He lifted his little cup of tea his hands had been pried around, as if bringing it into the conversation too as he painted on a sheepish smile. "I've just... well, made tea before, and though you guys are pretty... uh, doing pretty well with... this, it just isn't... I mean, well, I could make some to teach... uh, sorry, I'll just pay and leave." He had already started bumbling with words and went about to set the tea down on the counter and attempt to flee while he could, even if there was still a mob of people. 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: AWKWARD TURTLE TIME

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Capsule]

Everything was falling apart on her, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. 'Shit,' and similar expletives followed. The Cleric, Blackcoat, wasn't putting up a fight, but something was definitely off base with Weegee. Approaching the Fox Tail right now was out of the question, even though the Adventurer was now gushing copious amounts of blood from his nose in a highly animated fashion. 'Shit shit shit.'

Luckily for Weegee and the stall's business, Adler swooped in to save the day. Capsule fanned out her arms, as if to catch the attention of the customers and tell them to calm down, but quickly dropped them once it seemed like all was well. The sounds of easygoing chatter and clinking of tea cups had not been disturbed by Weegee's outburst.

'This is all my fault.'

Weegee was losing a large amount of blood, and would probably bleed to death under the table Adler sneakily stashed him under.

'This is all my fault.'

If only she had not decided to test a random blend out on him.

'This is all my fault.'

Capsule sighed and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

'My fault.'

When she turned back to face the bumbling Blackcoat, all previous feelings of hostility drained from her body, leaving a heavy sensation on her shoulders. What the hell was she thinking at a time like this? She was no Chef; she was a mere Pharmacist, and may have just poisoned a man to death. Weegee may respawn later, but that did absolutely nothing to reassure her. She stared blankly at Blackcoat, whose mouth was flapping around, spewing out words her ears took a millennia to understand. What he said was all one big blur to her, but certain words made themselves known through the haze; things like "-made tea before," "make some," and "teach".

'Wait a minute.'

She lowered her hand and simply stared back at the man. The urge to grab him was back, but this time out of desperation, not anger. Was this guy a Chef or Housekeeper? If so, then he could surely help her prevent incidents like Weegee's from popping up for the rest of the event. Capsule stepped back, allowing the man to reach the counter and dispose of his cup, but was standing in his path when he turned around, her arms stretched out on either side. "Wait!"

A few of the customers in line looked confused, while others started whispering quietly to each other. "You wouldn't happen to be a Chef, would you?" She lowered her voice. "Please? I'm sorry if I startled you, but uh...I could really use the help, if you don't mind." Capsule stepped forward, lessening the man's odds of escaping with each step. If he wanted to flee, he would have to knock her down first. "You don't have to stay the entire time, but if you could just give me a few tips, I can figure the rest out on my own."

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Muse:
Hurt You

Notes:
Do do do~.

Tags:
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Tea Time

533

►Derse Dreamers

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

The scene was developing faster than Blackcoat anticipated. All he had meant to do was leave, but the events the were seemingly written into the tent were going to keep him from leaving. His messy black hair had barely settled in from his hasty movement when she called out to him, the voice stark against the humdrum noises his ears had grown used to. Crowds were easy for him to adapt to, after all, as he just existed in the background of life.

He faced her, his chocolate eyes taking in the firestorm before him, one that didn't seem engaged and ready to engulf the forest. No, this blaze seemed ready to beckon like a campsite's warm glow.  He peered at her face, seeking for why she had asked him to wait. Her arms were out, as if prepared to create a human net to keep him from getting to the exit himself. Given this, his feet didn't try to continue; it only got more curious to him as the situation developed. 

Quieter, she spoke to him, and when prompted on if he was a chef he replied with a single but solid nod of the head - a firm yes in any language, he surmised. Blackcoat was pretty ignorant of how she came ever closer - he was aware of it and yet not; his brain took it in in the greater scheme of things but he was still trying to piece together one puzzle and the other could wait and would wait until it was too late. Help was asked of him, and that familiar itch within him was beginning to spread. 

Help was in the core of his bones and the lifeblood of his veins, imbued in him by his dear old man. Blackcoat's demeanor might have changed to the wary eye; he stood a little taller, brought the full heel of his attention down on Capsule. He could definitely give more than just a few tips and tricks, especially if they were that badly off. 

A quiet nod was what he offered as he eyed the crowd near them, some of which kept casting them brief but curious glances. Words could wait until they were in a less conspicuous position. Feet carried him to behind the counter, back to where he remembered seeing her stationed, to look at all she had to work with... 

... initial survey of ingrediants was rather good, but he had some of his own to provide, as well. Menu opened with his hand movements and soon he produced a small pouch of his own, tossing it down with the others and popping it open. "Take this," he spoke, softly to keep the words to just his newfound student but clear and slow enough to make sure he was understood, "and mix this before you boil it." The lemon scented stuff was to be added with the small pouch of herb he had provided. ". . . and this after it boils." Another herbal bag indicated and pulled into the area, making sure he kept the ones he was mentioning separate. He turned his head to the side with a light smile, waiting for an indication that she was getting this. 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

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Two girls wandered over to her side of the tent as soon as the other couple had left, depriving Adler of the chance to check up on Weegee who seemed not to have stirred since she had hidden him under her table. ‘Is he even still in there? Could he have resurrected at Westminster Abbey by now?’

“Hi! Is this where, er,” The girl bit her lip, smiling shyly at her companion who took over.

“Is this where we get our fortunes told?” She said smoothly while her friend looked on with chagrin.

“It is.” Adler intoned, her fortuneteller’s voice improving slowly. “Please, sit. Where are your teacups?” She added, seeing nothing in their hands. The first girl gave a little squeak and rushed back to Capsule’s side. When she came back, she laughed nervously and set the cups down on the table before kneeling down beside her friend.

“This one is—“

“No need to tell me,” Adler said gently, smiling at her. “I’ll read your fortunes separately, shall I?” The Guardian leaned forward slightly and took the cup on the left, lifting it from the table so it wouldn’t make a grating noise against the wood as she settled back on her pillow.

‘This one… it sort of shaped like a lowercase F.’ It was drawn with elegant, flowing strokes, but it wasn’t in script. She stared at it for a moment. “I see a dagger. A dagger can be taken as a warning that someone will betray you. This one however,” She looked up and straight into the nervous girl’s eyes. “Symbolizes mettle. You have grit, my dear, something few possess.”

“Grit?” She said blankly as if disbelieving she could be worthy of praise—more likely she didn’t know what it was. The two girls had young looking bodies with faces and voices that matched. Adler was certain they couldn’t have been out of elementary school.

“It means you are strongly motivated to keep to your long-term goals.” Adler explained. “Most people forget or give up easily. People with grit are the last to give up, if they ever do.” The girl blushed, making Adler smile. She was obviously really pleased with herself, and her friend was just as keen to get hers.

“What does mine say?” She said excitedly, shuffling closer to the table so she could push her cup towards Adler.

“Hmm…” In the negative space of the cup was what looked like a raven. It was a bit stiff and solid however, like a pictogram from an ancient writing system. “The Raven.” She said calmly after a minute of trying to figure it out. “You are not going to die.” She said in reaction to the girl’s gasp. That would have been the ideal fortune to give of course—unless you barricaded yourself into the city, you were most certainly going to die in battle sometime. She remembered something from movies and comics though. “It is a warning. Ancient ravens represented ‘thought’ and ‘memory’, not just ‘intelligence’. However, there is—”

“Only one in the cup…” The girl joined in saying. Adler was getting cross with this one—best to get it over with. “Right. That means you will remember to treasure one but not the other. Take care not to focus too much on hypotheticals and forget reality, but also do not be so scared of moving forward that you are trapped in what was.” There. She was talking about the girl not losing herself in either world, but she might have her own interpretation for it. The fortune Adler gave her might not have been as encouraging as her friend’s, but she hoped it would help her somehow.

“Thank you, Madame.” The two girls murmured in sync, moving to get up from their cushions. “Your cups, my dears.” She said mildly, but it caused the second girl t squeak.

“It’s happening already!” The two hurriedly snatched their cup from Adler’s side of the table and, half bowing half curtsying, retreated back to Capsule’s side of the tent. Adler sighed. ‘This is kind of fun, but it’s a little depressing how some of them react.’

Leaning forward, Adler checked to see if anybody else was coming. Seeing nobody, Adler hurriedly untied the knot that held the cloth divider up and arranged the fabric to completely cover the gaps. Privacy. She moved to the exit on her side of the tent to check if the coast was clear, but she jumped in surprise. She hadn’t actually been prepared to see purple eyes peering into the tent.

“Get in you.” She growled, reaching out to grab her arm, her hand, her clothes, anything she could pull her in with. A slender Fox-tail with silver hair toppled in, but Adler knew that face. Her status window gave her all she needed to know about her. Him.

“Shira, you almost gave me a heart attack!” She said under her breath to make sure her deep voice didn’t carry too far. “What on earth are you doing here?” She had met and helped the Fox-tail Summoner out once. He had set up shop outside the Abbey, and she had volunteered to help paint his stall. They weren’t so close that they kept up after that however. Could she trust him with the Weegee secret? She needed a lookout to stop people walking in randomly while she checked up on the woodcarver. She was almost certain she smelled blood now, but even in the real world, she frequently let herself get carried away whenever she was nervous or scared. This situation definitely qualified.

“If you’ve come to get tea or your fortune read, that can wait. I need your help. I need you to keep watch and make sure nobody comes in. Can you do that for me?”

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  Anyone in the thread words  531 the battle of the violinists

Music continued playing in the tea shop. Indy never stopped, and even as he saw the different scenes play out before him, he didn't take action. Adler and Capsule seemed to be doing a good job of handling the situation on their own. There was no point in having one more bystander pretend that they were important enough to get involved. He wasn't a healer, nor did he have any right to take control of the situation. Instead, he chose to stand by in case they did need some help and asked for it. For now, the only thing he could do was make sure the crowd didn't realize that something bad was happening. With his performance, he was able to direct most of the attention to himself. As his piece came to an end, he smiled and gave a short bow to the applause of the customers. He lifted the violin and prepared to play another song when someone else did it first. While his eyes glanced over to the side, he held his position and witnessed a woman who entered the stall, carrying a violin of her own. She was playing a piece that had a faster tempo than the song he played earlier, and the gaze she directed at him was a mix of amusement and daring, a challenge issued to the Bard. She played a song that was familiar to Indy, and he couldn't help but grin as she stopped and gestured at him with her bow. It was clear what she wanted him to do. In response, he gave a slight nod as he adjusted his bow and played the continuation to her piece - with slight variations of his own. He played his notes even faster; the pitch moving higher and higher until he drew a high note that might have been painful to hear had he made a mistake. Fortunately, he didn't do so badly, and was able to make an impression on the other violin player and the customers. What followed was an exchange of solos, with each Bard taking a turn to play a part of the piece. Both Adventurers were grinning from ear to ear as they tried to outplay the other. He was thankful that his skills had improved enough that he could keep up with the young woman. There were times when his face formed into an expression of pure concentration as he played a string of quick half-notes in the span of a few seconds. At one of her turns, the female Bard started plucking the strings to the tune. Not one to back down, Indy followed, plucking the strings of his own violin to the same notes and expertly adding even more in between. By the end of the piece, they were playing it together, in a harmonious melody that rose in scale until they let out the last few notes that marked the end of the song. Indy's breathing was slightly faster from the effort, but he had enough to make a low bow of respect to the other violinist. The young woman smiled as she returned a curtsy to him. Now that, was a perfect distraction. OOC: Within Attraction by Yanni. Indy's playing Samvel Yervinyan's parts (the male violinist)

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[Capsule]

Relief flooded Capsule's body when the man conceded. She exhaled slowly, but did not lower her arms, afraid that he would suddenly change his mind and bolt the second she dropped her guard. The redhead suspected this because she had tried it a few times herself, chiefly when she had been up to no good, like nicking food from vendors or fleeing from bullies. Most of those encounters had occurred within this world, as there was the fear of jail time waiting for her if she tried stealing back in her world. Here, many rules had yet to been established, making things like uninhibited Pking outside of safe zones possible.

If the man was going to bolt, he sure was playing around for time. Instead of charging the slightly shorter woman, the Cleric went around the table, to where her supplies and ingredients were placed. She followed after him, taking controlled steps so that she did not rush and startle him into acting. This was a delicate situation, one that did not need extra attention drawn to it.

As she rounded the corner of her table, Capsule tugged on the blanket she had pinned up as a divider to shield them from view of the customers. "It will be just a moment," she said to the world's tallest female dwarf. The woman grunted out something in reply as the redhead disappeared behind the blanket. She came to a stop beside the man, and slowly brought her arms down to her sides, but kept the muscles in them poised to strike if need be.

The man - Blackcoat - was scanning her "tea" ingredients while he searched for herbs or whatever of his own. A moment later, a small pouch of main ingredients was tossed on top of her own bag of goodies, as was another pouch filled with goodies designed to be added after the mains were boiled. This should be simple enough; it was just mixing herbs and hot water together. Wasn't this what she had been doing all along, but with the wrong ingredients? There was no way she could neep this up. 'It wouldn't hurt to have him look over my shoulder while I work this out.'

Capsule poked and prodded at one of the pouches before carefully picking it up. "Let's see," she said as she snagged an empty cup with her pinky finger and set it down in front of her. She opened the first pouch and sprinkled some herbs into the bottom, then set it aside in favor of a pot of boiling water. Capsule frowned for a moment. "Hold on." She added a dash of the lemon scented herbs to the cup, and shifted the contents around a bit with a shake of her hand. "There." The back of the redhead's neck was now red with frustration as she worked, suddenly regretting not telling the man to scram asking the man to step out.

By the time the woman got to the part where she needed to add herbs from the secondary pouch, Capsule was sure she had screwed up somewhere. This was the case with most new things for her; she usually assumed she screwed up somewhere, and was only reassured after the results were tested by someone who knew what they were doing. It was her first kiss all over again.

She held out the finished cup to Blackcoat, handling it more like a dangerous object than a hot beverage. "Tell me what you think?" The customers on the other side of the cloth divider sounded as though they were getting restless, but Indy and whoever the other person was that had joined him in playing music were doing a good job of distracting the crowd - for now.

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628

Muse:
Le Disko

Notes:
Nup.

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Tea Time

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►earth

I'm a member of the Midnight Crew~

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He felt like he could fit right into this kind of place. There was a constant murmur of mankind all about with the influx of people into the tent, and that musician was doing such an excellent job with the music that it was like having a true live band. Blackcoat made a mental note to catch the name of the blonde playing the music and exchanging some contact information. He'd need that kind of skill once he got his own situation set up... 

The murmur itself was made more... natural, it felt, by the curtain that provided modest privacy for the cooking lesson. It wouldn't do for people to see that their tea maker wasn't exactly legit, so it made sense to do so. He could have done with the Enchanter being a little less... guarded, it seemed, but he didn't say a word about that. No use spooking the girl. 

Blackcoat pulled into himself a bit as she went to work, trying to blend into the small area as best he could to allow for her to have all the space she needed. He wanted to watch her, of course, but he didn't want to seemingly lord over her and potentially make her nervous. He said not a word for her test, his face looking more like that of a sleepy vagabond than anything else - his eyes seemed to drift into a comfortable half-close as his eyes watched her hands, his face adorned with a sheepish smile that just barely tugged at his lips. 

It was comforting to watch one at work, and this was no different. He caught a few small mistakes, but... ultimately nothing that could affect the end taste in any kind of major way. It wasn't long before she turned into a member of the bomb squad, taking a single cup like it was the holy hand grenade of Antioch and handing it to the poor cleric. 

Long fingers sipped up and out from the confines of his baggy black clothes and took the cup from her with a polite nod. "Bon appetite." He pulled it to his lips and parted his mouth ever so slightly, inhaling the scent before taking a sip. He took a small gulp after letting it sit in his mouth, blinking. 

". . . tastes like tea-flavored medicine," he said softly, looking into the cup. It -looked- exactly like tea. What was with that odd, bitter-powder flavor that reminded him of cough medicine, that kept laying between the lemon and herbs? With a thought, he politely put the cup she had handed him down on the counter. ". . . one second, miss." His hands reached out like an engineers at a delicate machine, slowly going through the motions to make the tea he had described earlier - pinch here, pinch there, add the hot water, swirl and stir, add the last bit, sit for a moment... 

He took a sip of his own brew and... tasted the same, minus the medicine aftertaste. A sweet, lemony flavor with the warm feel of honey, which, if cooled to a colder tea, would taste more like a white tea blend. He rubbed his lips together for a moment, nodding before handing the cup to the Enchanter before him, in an indication for her to test it herself - as well as potentially test her cup he had tasted if she hadn't already. "Is... this more helpful?" 

I'm a night owl and a wise bird too~

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[Capsule]

Capsule watched as Blackcoat handled the cup of tea, a look of awe and wonder stamped on her features, much like a child trying to impress a parent or other loved one. It was something the redhead had definitely done as a child, mostly to her father, who seemed impossible to please when compared to her mother or brothers. Sometimes, she had even wished that she had been born a boy, so that senpai would notice her he would not disregard her because of her sex, and teach her how to throw a ball or swing an axe, like her brothers. The typical route was taken, as she lacked any "manly" talents; drawings and short stories or poems were given, and tossed aside with little care when they were presented to him. There were times where she even found a few of her gifts balled up in the trash, which her mother would salvage and hang up on the fridge. Being pinned to the fridge meant nothing when the person they were intended for saw only filth.

It was with baited breath that Capsule watched as the man raised the cup to his lips. Her lips parted a bit and formed an "o" as she awaited his verdict. His expression was too hard for to read, which only added to her mounting excitement.

". . . tastes like tea-flavored medicine."

"…"

Capsule could only stare back at Blackcoat with a mouth that was now hanging wider, a look of despair slowly filling in her once hope riddled expression. This was one of those rare moments in life - that moment when an Ice Bitch kicked the door in just to rain on your parade, and would stroll off whistling in contention to themselves.

With that familiar sensation of rejection coursing through her veins, Capsule lowered her head. If she had to rank this moment, she would have to place it above the time her mother told a few classmates how she was pretty much a nudist as a toddler, but beneath the time she mistook a lean in for an invitation to a kiss. Nothing could top that horrifyingly embarrassing moment of French kissing your school's guidance counselor.

She was too paralyzed with her own failure to make a simple cup of tea to turn her flushed face away. Blackcoat went through the motions of making a fresh cup of tea, which he handed to her after tasting. Capsule slowly blinked as she brought the proffered cup to her lips and sipped. Her blinks increased in speed as the soothing flavor of lemon and honey attacked her taste buds. This was no medicine - this was tea. Of her own brew, which she tasted next, she could not say. It tasted like the stuff high school aged kids liked to drink to get "high" off of. "Oh God...is this what I've been feeding to people?" Had Indy and the others just been polite when they tasted her concoction? Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she realized her blunder.

The redhead's hair flicked from side to side as she shook her head. "Sorry, but I don't think I can do this without messing up. If it tastes like medicine every time...can't you just - you know...make it for me?" She gave him a pleading smile. "I'll find some way to pay you back for your trouble. The mob should clear up rather quickly if you lend me a hand-"

"Hey! You can't just cut in line, lady! I was here first!"

"And now you're second in line."

Capsule almost dropped her cup when the blanket was brushed aside, and a tall, older woman with brown hair and striking green eyes poked her head inside. "How long does it take to brew tea? Some of us have places to go - oh, it's you, Blackcoat. I should have known you would be working a food station."

"Do you two know each other-"

"-Stop flirting around with the girl and make me a cup, would you?" The woman was ignoring Capsule to squint at Blackcoat.

Unsure of how to handle the woman, who was a labelled as a Monk, Capsule glanced over to the Cleric. "Well, she's your friend...can you handle her for me?"

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Muse:
Smile (P4Reincar)

Notes:
Cameos ftw?

Tags:
Adler, @blackcoat, Indy, Shiranui & Weegee

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[Shiranui]

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Doo dee doo~

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As soon as he got too see what’s inside, a hand grabbed his collar and yanked him in. He didn’t even have time to react. “Get in you,” said a deep-toned voice. It was Adler, but in the speed of events taking place, Shira didn’t have time to realize that yet. All he had time for was to confoundedly utter “What…” When asked what he was doing there, he stuttered out “Um uh, I was just-” “If you’ve come to get tea or your fortune read, that can wait. I need your help. I need you to keep watch and make sure nobody comes in. Can you do that for me?” Adler interrupted. The tailor tilted his head a bit to the left, his face had a look of utter confusion. Despite not knowing anything at all about what was going on, he simply said “Um… okay” and walked out through the front. Fortunately, he wasn’t so scatterbrained that he didn’t notice Capsule making some tea.

“Capsule, hey there!” said Shira with a warm friendly smile. He could tell that the woman was on edge, and he had just the idea to calm her down a bit as well as the crowd outside. He just hoped that even a dancer at level one could appease a small crowd that was already being enthralled by a violinist’s performance. “You look a little tense, Cap. Come on, I have an idea that may help soothe your nerves. It’ll be fun, I promise,” said Shira as he grabbed her hand and gently pulled her with him out the entrance. Coincidentally, the violinist was playing a melodic and mellow tune that was perfect for what Shiranui had in mind. The crowd wasn’t being particularly impatient about waiting, as well; they were simply enjoying the show.

The alf and fox stood in front of the violinist. “Here. Hold my hand, and put your other hand on my shoulder.” After the fox guided her hands with his own, he then put his other hand on Capsule’s hip. “Alright. So far, so good. Now, follow my lead,” said Shira as he time the activation of his skill to match the rhythm set by the music. “Pacifying Dance,” said Shira softly. The system guided Shira’s movements, although it was a simple waltz. Not that he needed it; he had been taught how to waltz when he was a still a child- something his mother thought was necessary during fancy gatherings. ‘One, two, three- one, two, three- one, two...’ Shira muttered in his thoughts as he hummed in tune with the beat.The skill should decrease the tension around him, as its name suggested.

“You alright, there Cap?” said Shira playfully. The crowd seemed to be enjoying watching them dance, some have even began following suit. Shiranui spotted a few couples join in on the shenanigans. The fox wondered how the two of them looked… Until he heard Capsule’s input, that is. He should have seen it coming, though.

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  Anyone in the thread words  379 BARD : AP HAS NOT YET BEEN CLAIMED

Even though he was surrounded by applause, Indy was still watching everything with an observant eye. Most of the customers were starting to grow impatient, and there was still no flow of drinks from Capsule's side. The Bard couldn't help but be worried over this. His music could only do so much for so long. Once people started to get angry, not even his performance would calm them down. He spotted a white haired Fox Tail who entered the half of the stall that belonged to the fortuneteller. A few seconds later, he came back out and made his way to Capsule. Judging from the familiar way he spoke to her, he guessed that they were at least acquaintances from before. He widened his eyes in surprise when the young man pulled on the red haired woman and positioned themselves in front of him and the other female violinist. After a few quick words, the newcomer began to lead Capsule to a waltz. Indy bit back the chuckle that wanted to escape and struggled not to grin in amusement. He was able to tone it down to a smile. Based on what he knew of the red haired woman, he was more than certain she wouldn't enjoy being the center of attention this way. Still, it was another unique performance that the customers could pay close attention to. The female violinist was staring at the two dancers with a strange look, though she looked just as amused as Indy felt. The blond haired man grinned as an idea came to mind. He positioned his bow over the violin and began to play another tune while making his way to the other. Once he was standing right in front of her, he bowed and began to sway and spin around her in circles, the song never stopping. Catching on to what Indy was doing, the other Adventurer grinned and made a similar bow to him before playing the same piece and twirling around in complement to his movements. The song they played was short, and when it ended, they simply started from the top again. Whether Capsule actually danced along with her partner or not, the audience would still be able to view a performance by the two dancing Bards.

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[Adler]

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“Um… okay”

Adler sighed in relief, eyes closing as she exhaled and muttered “thanks goodness” under her breath. “Right. I’d like for you to check on the exits every so—” Adler’s eye twitched when she realized the Fox-tail was gone and the cloth divider she had let loose was fluttering conspicuously.

“Capsule, hey there!” Shira’s voice was clearly audible even over the music Indy was playing. Adler slapped her palm to her forehead and dragged it down her face. That wasn’t what she had in mind, but at least he was watching the area people were more likely to walk through to get to Adler’s side of the tent. The Guardian poked her head out of the back entrance once more to make sure nobody seemed interested in it. ‘Coast is clear.’

Quickly so as not to tempt fate, Adler strode over to her table and lifted the whole thing up, exposing the bloody Monk who didn’t seem to have moved since she put him there. Placing the table to one side, Adler then kneeled beside Weegee’s body, her panic setting in.

‘What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now?’

She leaned over his face, aligning her ear over his mouth to try and hear his breathing. ‘I think he’s… but… oh… wait a second.’ She wanted to kick herself. Straightening up on her cushion, Adler brought her hand up to her face and licked her palm.

‘There.’ This she put over Weegee’s nose and mouth. Where her saliva made her flesh moist, Adler could feel a drop in temperature as Weegee’s breaths cooled the liquid.

‘He’s alive! Well, breathing at least.’ She wiped her hand on a part of his shirt that hadn’t been soaked in blood and squirmed in her seat.

‘… now what?’

In the movies, people always seemed to have a bunch of solutions that work instantaneously. Adler, for the life of her, couldn’t remember any of them except that a good hard slapping should work in this situation.

‘Right. Here goes.’ Adler adjusted her position relative to Weegee’s body again and raised her hand. Slowly, she brought her hand down in an arc and stopped it a inch before the Woodcrafter’s cheek, trying to get the movement down so she wouldn’t miss and hit something more vital. She repeated this twice, swinging her hand slowly down and then up again to Weegee’s chin. When she felt confident about it, she lifted her arm one more time and gave herself a brief pep talk.

‘Okay. This is it. I’m so sorry Weegee.’ She swung. The canvas covering the back exit rustled once more, and Adler missed.

“Who’s there!?” She called out, rising from her seat. Adler hadn’t even fully straightened herself up yet when someone else walked into the tent.

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Tea

560

►Mischievous

I'm a member of the Midnight Crew~

HP:
100%

She was channeling some negative emotions and he could feel it. The corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly downwards, the tiniest of frowns, as he eyed her in the corner of his field of vision. Just had to ignore the rest of them; there was no world beyond the tea, the equipment, and them for the moment. Hopefully it would be enough to help as he offered the tea to her, a peaceful face painted on to try and pour some of the calm into her.

And then he got roped into everything. First the girl with the hair on fire turned red herself, but before Blackcoat could think of anything that might be of some comfort to her, she more or less enlisted his help. It wasn't like he could exactly say no - maybe to her, it was a possibility, but he had already invested himself into this situation and needed to work with that. A warm smile, much like the honey within the tea, spread over his face as his eyes squinted from the facial expression. He was going to tell her that it was no issue - that he was glad to help, even, and that everything else could be worried about afterwards, once people were satisfied. 

But then the veil of the world was lifted, and just like before, when one veil was lifted she was there. Instead of mugging humanoids she was now mugging people of their right to tea. The moment she spotted him, he knew it was game over. Blackcoat hadn't fully seen Elkeid since their adventure, but contact had been lightly kept via the telepathic call system - never the right time to meet or discuss, until now, it seemed. Blackcoat piped in the same time as Capsule, finding his end result the same. 

"Well, I'm not really wor-"

Words cut like the flame from a candle, he flustered up ever so slightly at the accusation of flirting. Was he flirting? How the heck was he supposed to know - would she have known? Would the Enchanter have told him if he was or was not? How would he go about finding that out? 

"I'm no-!" Cut off once more, this time silencing himself as Capsule asked him to take care of Elk. He didn't know if he had the proficiency to do that - doubted anyone did - but he gave her a nod and his hands were already at work in reprepping ingredients, this time en masse - the entire pot would be enough for now to serve a good number to reduce this crowd. At least Capsule was here to help. He turned his head ever so slightly to instruct her to help divvy out the cups - 

-and the dancer stole her away. Lovely. That wasn't too much of a problem, and he just focused on rapid-firing out this tea - taking a bit from the already-made batch, cupping it, and handing it over to his first made ally. "Sorry for the wait, Elk. This one's... free." Yeah, this one would be, since she had to wait... kind of. The guy behind her had to wait even longer, since she effectively cut, but... it was all irrelevant. 

There was more tea to make, more people to feed, more music to play. He had a job to do and went about it all, post haste. 

I'm a night owl and a wise bird too~

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Vayne]

Death is only the beginning.

Adler, Indy, Capsule, Weegee, @blackcoat / Theres always that guy in CSI that walks into the crime scene / 619

HP:
100%

MP:
100%

SAIRRI of GS

"So many people." Vayne grumbled as he quietly quietly walked through the festival. Vayne, who was the studious type back in the old world, was not really used to large gathering such as this. He didn't actually hate crowds, but the fact that he seldom went out of festivals like these made him feel stifled at the sheer amount of bodies occupying the limited space of the St. Pancras Station. The noise in itself was giving Vayne a headache. "If it weren't for you, I would have probably passed out by now." Vayne said to the figure walking before him, forcing people to part like Moses did to the Red Sea.

Vayne's puppet, which of course did not answer Vayne's thanks, was busily marching in front of the puppeteer. It made the people before them skirt around it, giving Vayne a bit of leeway to walk without randomly bumping into people. Vayne, at first, was seriously considering changing his subclass because the puppet seemed a bit weak, but was now glad that he did not. As the days went by, he had started to consider his puppet more of a friend and companion rather than just a mindless weapon.

"Now lets see..." Vayne muttered as he looked around the area. "Is there a place quiet enough for me to just relax and have a rest?"

Then something caught his eye. It was a large tent with a sign that said "TEA STORY". Vayne saw it as if it was bathed in the glow of heaven itself, shedding the light of hope on his bleak day. The thought of sitting comfortably on a table, sipping tea and relaxing was such an appealing idea that Vayne was almost drooling at it. His excitement became so apparent that he overestimated a hand movement with his left arm and his puppet suddenly thrashed around madly, sending a group of bystanders screaming and running away.

"SORRY!" Vayne called out to them as he reeled the puppet back to his side. "I should be careful not to do that again."

"Alright! Lets go have some tea!" he said with a smile as he and his puppet went toward the tent and ducked into the entrance flaps. He was only partially in, as his head was barely through the tent flaps when someone from inside the tent addressed him.

“Who’s there!?” Vayne heard someone say as he entered the tent. The sound of the voice was a bit panicky, as if it was a child getting caught red handed pilfering the cookie jar before dinner.

Vayne looked to the direction of the voice, and he was happy to see a familiar face. "Hello Miss Adler, it is such a pleasure to mee~"

Vayne stopped his sentence as he noticed a figure lying on the floor. It was another familiar face, It was Mr. Weegee the woodcrafter. He was lying at the feet of Miss Adler, unmoving and deathly pale. The man's clothing was a bit ruffled, as if someone was trying to pull him away. "Or hide him." said that careful little voice called common sense in the back of his head. Vayne pushed his glasses up with his index finger as he looked down at Weegee, then at Adler, then back to Weegee. Then Vayne ducked his head out of the tent and looked at the sign again. "It definitely says its a tea shop." he told himself as he ducked back inside the tent and walked a few steps in.

"Uhh... Hello Miss Adler," he said with a nervous voice as he surveyed the area, "what may may I ask is going on?"

Vayne gulped as he may have just walked into a crime scene.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Adler]

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It was the Summoner slash Puppeteer from earlier, the one who caused such a scene with his very poor word choice (though word barf might have been the more appropriate term; she more or less believed in his word that the whole thing had been unintentional) earlier that day at Weegee’s stall; the very same woodcrafter that was now exposed for the world to see.

While Adler’s mind spun thinking about the next best course of action, Vayne ducked out of the tent. ‘No! What if he tells someone?!’ It should have occurred to her that any violence from her part would have summoned the Royal Guard and destroyed her stall and probably everything around it for a few meters, but Adler’s mental crisis was between running after the man and knocking him out herself, or screaming bloody murder to buy herself some time to hide the body and come up with a plausible alibi.

Weegee, not the body. Weegee.

Before Adler could move a finger, the effeminate player ducked back in again. She was definitely leaning towards her second option. There was an entire crowd of customers who might just come to her rescue, if they could even hear her over the music and general revelry. This was supposed to be a nice quiet tea shop for goodness’ sake!

"Uhh... Hello Miss Adler," The Guardian worked to keep her face blank. "What may may I ask is going on?"

“Weegee was attacked.” She said quickly, feigning a look of concern. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? ‘Because I barely know the man.’ She thought to herself. Though things had ended civilly earlier on and everyone had parted on good terms, Adler didn’t feel like taking any more risks today. If Vayne really was a ponce, or worse… she didn’t even want to think about it. Better to beat the man senseless. She could do that now, thanks to certain skills her physical presence in this world allowed her.

“I don’t know what happened. It was a funny looking Werecat with black fur and gold eyes.” There. She must have described half the Werecat population. Black and white were always popular in these things. “It sort of looked like he scratched him or something? It happened very quickly. Weegee’s been out cold since and I… I didn’t know what to do.” She attempted a pitiful voice, the bread and butter of women everywhere. She didn’t use it often in the real world, but she would have been lying if she claimed it never netted her special consideration. Coming from her Amazonian body however, she could only pray that it worked. It didn’t help matters that Vayne looked like he played for the other team either.

“Do you think… slapping him would work?” She asked uncertainly. She might as well try asking him while she had his help. Really; if that Fox-tail hadn’t run off to steal a dance with Capsule…!

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[Capsule]

Capsule never got to see how Blackcoat handled the pushy Monk, for a few seconds after she showed up, an all too familiar little Fox-tail showed up to whisk her away. "Oh, hello Shira - uh-" She threw an apologetic look at the Cleric slash Chef, who was now going to have to deal with the Monk and crowd on his own for a while. She could not say she envied him, though. 'He's better suited for this than I am, anyway.' It made sense, seeing as how he was a Chef. Besides, Shira's thing sounded fun and relaxing, which was something she could use right about now. The stress of handling the event had really started to get to her.

The two of them came to a stop by Indy, which sort of gave Capsule an idea as to what the Fox-tail was planning; it was clearly something music related. “Here. Hold my hand, and put your other hand on my shoulder.” The redhead's face turned a lighter shade of red. Was she serious? She wanted them to dance - out here, in front of all of these people? And shouldn't she be the one to lead?

'But you can't dance, remember?'

Point taken.

Shira took the initiative and guided Capsule's hands to where they needed to go, and muttered something about a "Pacifying Dance". Before she knew it, the Fox-tail was nimbly moving about, taking her with her. Capsule mentally panicked when she almost stepped on Shira's foot. 'Oh God…' She couldn't do casual dancing, let alone formal ones. Worse of all was the fact that she was dancing with another woman in a crowd of people she did not know, and right in front of Indy, to boot! This would give the man perfect blackmail material, especially if she managed to screw up big time.

'Just follow her feet. But don't look down too much, or they'll think you're unconfident. Or that you can't dance?' The best thing she could possibly do at this moment was to stay calm, though. Panicking would obviously make things worse than they already were, and be counterproductive to what Shira had intended.

The heat was slowly pulled from the two of them as more and more couples slowly joined in on the fray. With this many couples around them, Capsule did not feel like the center of attention - much, anyway. And, while her movements may not be as graceful as Shira's, she was starting to enjoy herself. She bit back a laugh as she lightly pinched Shira's shoulder, oblivious to Adler's predicament. "I'm fine now, but it still feels a little weird to be dancing with another girl." Though, to be fair, she probably would have said the same if she were dancing with a male. She usually avoided events like this, and had no one crazy enough to offer. This was her first time dancing with another person, when she was used to only doing so with the blinds closed and the doors locked.

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Words:
505

Muse:
Changing Seasons

Notes:
Do do do~.

Tags:
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coded by & for benetnasch of ET

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

"Ugh... oh my head... It feels like I bled out most of my brain..." His voice wearily creeped out of his throat before he inhaled deeply, just to cough a large blot of blood onto his face. His sight was incredibly blurry, but he could make two shapes out, and one of them was getting a lot closer. Then, stars. Yeah, a forceful slap went right across his face, with enough power behind it to throw him into a sitting position immediately. "Sweet mother of goosenberries, that felt good!" And, he promptly fell back onto the floor.

He could see now, which was a good thing, as he noticed not just Adler, but Vayne standing around him. Blinking a few times he looked between them, then noticed that his shirt was, well, kind of clingy. Looking down he saw the amount of blood, and then noticed his health bar before he sighed. "Oh, perfect, I guess it happened again. Hey Adler and Vayne, who all saw me like this?" He looked to her and Vayne with eyes that seemed to plead to them. "I, just need to know who to ask to keep this a secret. I'll explain in a little while if you like. I just, well, oh right. Apples."

Reaching into his inventory, he pulled out a golden apple and bit into it with a smile. He was kind of mumbling to himself, a small side-effect from his blood loss. "I really love apples. They're just so great, you know?" His voice rarely rose above a whisper, but he was used to having to deal with this kind of weakness, having had these attacks in real life as well. "I didn't ruin your stall, did I Adler, Capsule?" He actually started to tear up as he asked that last part, genuinely worried that he had hurt their store's chances.

Word Count: 311| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

by requiem of <remoor>

[Vayne]

Death is only the beginning.

Weegee, Adler / notes / 323 words

HP:
100%

MP:
100%

SAIRRI of GS

Vayne just stared at the morbidly dark scene inside the tent. Vayne cocked his eyebrow at Adler as she put all her attention on him. "What the eff did I just walk into?" he thought as he looked for other exits around the tent. Vayne saw that he apparently came through the back entrance of the tent, and that he was just unfortunate enough to walk in at that moment.

What sort of bad luck does Vayne have as he keeps walking into this sort of thing. It seemed that everywhere he went, weird things kept happening to him. Its not like its not entertaining, but he did crave just a bit of normalcy from time to time. He walked bit farther into the tent and gave Adler a smile.

Vayne did noticed, however, that the body has not disintegrated yet, which confirms that Weegee is still alive. "Well somewhat alive." he thought.

"Well Adler," he said in a calm manner as he studied the area. "Slaps would work depending on the situation. If he passed out due to physical trauma, like to the head, slapping would do more harm."

He moved beside Adler, and knelt on Weegee's side. "Well there seems to be no actual trauma, so possibly drugged?" as he took his pulse, sensing that it was calm and steady. Then he checked his eyes, and the eyes had problems with dilation. "Yep, so drugged or messed up drunk. So, a sharp shock of pain should wake him up, but depending on how wasted he is."



Just as Vayne stood up, Adler delivered a sharp, almighty slap on Weegee's placid face. The cracking sound of the slap was pretty loud inside the tent. "I give that slap a 7/10." he thought as Weegee's cheek reverberated from the impact.

Weegee stirred and opened his eyes, apologizing to Adler about the situation. "Uhh Hello Weegee." Vayne said as the took the man's temperature. "Nothing to apologize about, apparently, the shop is still going strong, judging from the sounds from the other part of the tent."

"So can you stand up, or do you need assistance?" he said with genuine concern.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

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Good. It seemed Vayne was gullible enough to believe her story anyway. There was no need for any more theatrics. When the Summoner suggested slapping would work, Adler fought the impulse to comically rub her hands together and approached Weegee, still with concern on her face. She had a pretty good idea about what made the woodcrafter black out, but if she was right, then she wouldn’t really be hurting him with a slap. Unfortunately for her, Weegee started to stir.

That wasn’t going to stop her. All this stress was making her feel extra violent. She needed an outlet. Weegee coughed up blood and—

CRACK! Adler’s blood-stained hand tingled where it had made contact with Weegee’s face. It was too effective; Weegee jolted upright from his prone position in a snap, making Adler flinch, shouted something ridiculous, then fell back to the floor like a stuntman. Adler studied her palm, half expecting to see sparks fly. ‘That was way too effective.’ Pent stress let out, Adler was now sober enough to be properly concerned for her new friend.

“Weegee?” She said tentatively, leaning over him. Vayne must have moved in as well, because Weegee was looking back and forth between her and something else. When he started talking to both of them, Adler wasn’t certain he was all there yet.

‘Again?’ That couldn’t be right. Today was Capsule’s first time making tea. Why would he drink it again anyway?

“Capsule, Indy, maybe a few of the customers.” She said in reply to his first question. “I dragged you out of there as soon as I could and hid you here though.” When Weegee started begging, Adler’s brows rose; when he mentioned apples, she started seriously considering another slap in the face.

"I didn't ruin your stall, did I Adler, Capsule?"

“She’s in the other side at the moment, attending to guests. ” She said in a soothing voice. “No, you didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry about it.” ‘Except my nerves,’ she thought to herself. Her pulse was skyrocketing. If she had any more surprises that day, she was going to be the one waking up at the Cathedral.

“Here, give me your arm.” She said, not waiting for him to give Vayne an answer. She put his arm around her neck and pulled him up herself. Those clothes were ruined. She wasn’t a tailor however; she couldn’t whip something up for him from her drapes. “Do you have any extra clothes? I can probably…” She couldn’t very well wash them while Capsule was cooking. Maybe if she got a bucket of hot water and brought it back to her side though. “… wash that for you. Take your shirt off, I’ll be back.” Before leaving, she turned to Vayne and muttered, “Watch him.”

Adler straightened her clothes before pulling the cloth divider aside to pass. Ignoring the dancing in the middle, she walked straight towards Capsule’s own curtained little area and ducked under it.

“Cap, I need a bucket of hot water to clean the blood from—” She stopped dead in her tracks. It took her a second, but she recognized the black haired Cleric from earlier. “Oh. Hello.” Imitating Vayne, she ducked back under the cloth and looked around. Apparently, Shira had been successful. The ginger she had been looking for was there dancing with him to Indy’s playing. Adler duck back inside and scratched the back of her neck while thinking of something to say. “This is embarrassing. I’m just here to get hot water. I… didn’t realize women still bled here, if you know what I mean.”

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  @blackcoat | Adler words  591 BARD : AP HAS NOT YET BEEN CLAIMED

Indy and the female violinist weren't the only Bards to visit the stall. Once more and more people started participating in the dance, musicians with all sorts of instruments stepped up and began playing together. The system was able to handle the challenge of putting everyone's work in synchronization, allowing the group to perform like a band that had been together for years. As long as they all knew the song they wanted to play in their minds, the game did the rest. After playing several songs straight, the blond haired man decided that it was time he took a break. He gave a bow to his partner, then moved away from the crowd of Adventurers and People of the Land who were still enjoying the music and the dancing. The whole time he played, he noticed that there was hardly any tea being served to customers. And the fact that Capsule had appeared and began dancing with a white haired Fox Tail implied that there was no one making tea. He wanted to help, but without the chef or brewer skill, he could hardly do much. But he was determined to at least try. Capsule was one of the first friends he made, and he was sure that she would want her stall to be a success. He remembered seeing a dark haired man who went to Capsule's worktable together with the woman herself. She had drawn a long curtain-like object closed around the small area, to prevent anyone from seeing what was inside. And he noticed that while the red haired woman had come back out, the other person remained where he was. He decided to pay a visit and moved in that direction as he swerved around people and tables. Capsule had spoken with him earlier, then led him here. He must probably be someone who can help, otherwise she wouldn't have led him to her 'station'. He pulled back a part of the divider and peeked in. Through that small entrance, he could see a small number people starting to form a line. Impatience was all over the expressions on their faces. The black haired man he had seen earlier was still there, working on making tea - just as he had suspected. Indy moved through the line, excusing himself and apologizing in response to the angry protests that were suddenly raised. He assured the group that he wasn't trying to cut in line, and that he was only going to help whoever was making the tea. Finally, he was able to reach the table and saw that not only was the dark haired man there, but Adler as well. He didn't catch the woman's words, and so had no idea what she was doing there. He had planned on asking the other male Adventurer if there was some way he could help, but the presence of the other distracted him. Instead of offering his services, he glanced at Adler, and couldn't help but notice the state of her hands. "Is everything all right, Miss Adler?" Of course, he didn't know that it was blood. He had simply assumed that something had been spilled - maybe a drink of some sort, the way Capsule had accidentally spilled tea on a customer - and that Adler was planning on cleaning it up. There was nothing accusing in his tone of voice, though if someone was on the verge of panic or fear of being discovered in the act of something bad, they might see his question as one asked in suspicion.

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