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 Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:31 pm
Sub Titled: "The Misadventures of the 3 Unfortunate Souls and their Nemesis the Crazy Lady!"
Also known as a place for Han and Pach to torture three poor souls.
Background Music of Erasmus(as thought by Pach)!
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In the peaceful city of Erasmus, with it's streets flooded with numerous members of the various races, there's a tavern. It's been built on a decent location, getting good enough food traffic and seems to get some good mouth-to-mouth publicity. Not for it's service or some extrodinary other feats, but simply as a good place for any out-of-work freelancer to go.
In simple terms: A mercenary bar.
It's a 2 story stone building with most of it's maintenance kept up to date. At least on the inside, the outside looks like it needs a little TLC (Especially the roof and the window shutters). From the looks of the windows facing the road, the second floor is used for housing or something of that sort as nobody other than the occassional night light from the third window to the left has ever been seen from them. A sign is hung up over the door by a metal post like one would use for a flag. It's neatly carved out of wood, a sign probably as old as the building, with words carved into it.
"The Glass Highway"
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Scenerio One: Oh Dear God, GET IT AWAY
For a good few minutes Asteria stood in the middle of the not-as-packed-as-it-could-have-been street, staring up at the sign that hung in front of the tavern's door fondly, complete with a sigh. She could remember when her father had sat carving that sign and when she herself had helped hang it up. Oh the fond memories of sitting on the counter as the little place had developed.
It brought a little swelling of pride to the young (ish) Koshka's chest, before the sound of something smashing inside the building broke her out of her little happy land.
A happy land that was so destroyed by the sound of someone breaking something inside -HER- tavern it was almost as though a horrible omen had swept through the building long before the 3 seconds it took for Asteria Georgelas (Or 'Satoo' as her father had called her) to swing open the door and stand in the doorway like an epic human blockade. Koshka blockade.
Whatever.
The point was, she was now a horrible force of nature that was about to maul someone with something pointy for breaking something that was probably hers.
There was a moment were she paused to take a breath, before suddenly yelling with a certain degree of 'special' hate into her little love nest. "ALRIGHT. I HEARD THAT. WHO BROKE WHAT?"
He could have cared less if something had been broken. It wasn't his problem, wasn't his place, and as long as that horrific feline who called herself 'owner' of the place wasn't trying to challenge him into anything, Kanda was perfectly content with just sipping his tea.
The same cup of tea that, on any observation, he'd probably been sipping for the last forever. Which, by the standards of the tabby-colored Koshka, was far too long in this place. But he'd put himself on a self mission.
Find whatever other b*****d kept coming in here and stealing any work that was worth taking that he didn't get. It wasn't that Kanda was se-.. Okay, who were we kidding. Kanda was pretty much out to take care of himself, so he was ready to let Mugen (or the fork that was on -his- table for some reason when a fork had no way of furthering the tea experience) handle the problem for him. Ah Mugen, the only reliable thing in a world full of...
He looked up to watch the owner, whose name had already whittled away out of his brain and flown off to Candy mountain or something of that sort, shove a thing of broken glass into some poor soul's hands.
Whatever that was supposed to acheive, he didn't care much for, as he slowly turned his attention back to the board that had grown a good reputation for having various work posted. At least that noisy owner was good for -something-.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:12 am
"And that will be check mate, sir."
It was amazing, really...
"W-What?! You, girlie-- you're yankin' my goddamn leg here!"
... how a city so giant could have such slim pickings.
"P-Please, sir, I'm not some charlatan--"
Sure, 'gambling' over a chess game wasn't the most dignified way to make a living-- but it was a lovely crutch to have for the lean times, when claiming a bishop could mean she'd have dinner the following night, and toppling the king would assure a bed out of the street.
"b***h! Get 'er, Arthur! She's not takin' our damn money!"
Of course, even victory didn't mean that she had won the game-- and her last opponent had, unfortunately, been a very sore loser. Not only had the burly male thrown their board aside in a rage, but he'd managed to leave a fierce bruise on her shoulder from some desperate lunge and knock her into a garbage can before she'd taken off.
The end result was rather pathetic looking: a scraggly, sub-adult, pale skinned creature in a brown coat with (very) fresh pavement stains, sporting a frayed mess of short auburn hair, sagging fawn ears, a darling little limp on one side that wouldn't seem to go away... and the start of a black eye that had turned the same bluish-grayish color as her irises... except that it was sorer, uglier, and probably soon to end up swollen.
... Damn stupid karma.
None the less, Shae Elliot Harper continued about her day-- and, more importantly, continued toward the next possible source of income-- at the quickest pace her aching bones would allow her, and passed through the door of The Highway without a word... all the while pretending that a good handful of drunken men in the booths weren't staring and snickering as she dragged her way over toward the bulletin board on the far wall.
She could only pray that there would be some easy jobs on the list that day-- or at least, some jobs that didn't require bounty hunting, exterminating, violence, moving around too much... the like.
If only life were so kind.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:30 am
With all the yelling had come Satoo's solution to fixing the problem. Rather, the yelling -was- the solution. It had taken glass shoved into the palms of the unsuspecting (and oh so innocent) victim and several jabs at her -lovely- (okay, it was a horrible sign, but she'd never claimed to be an artist) sign that stated several clean cut rules.
1) Leave everything on display where it is.
2) Don't break anything
3) Play nice
These rules, of course, were accompanied by a 'IF YOU DON'T THE BAR-MISTRESS WILL HURT YOU', only in a nicer way. However, the entire problem was solved with a nice (but rather threatened into existance) pay-off for Asteria to replace the glass that had been flung from the table which, upon giving the entire tavern a suspicious look around, she'd shoved into the 'special' pocket inside of her jacket.
Nobody was going to try and rob the psycho-puss when what was worth stealing was stashed right by a place that would get one kicked by any man with at least 3 ounces of chivalry (or just wanted brownie points).
Perhaps it was why she'd settled her authority as the bar-master (and 'I own your a** if you walk in here and cause trouble' authority as well)that allowed her to move freely about the space without having to worry about getting mugged or something, even as she headed back to her spot behind the counter, if only to check how her supply was doing.
A frown.
She definately needed to go drag something heavy up from the cellar. Which, of course, would leave the place with little to no monitoring. God, she needed to get an extra pair of hands or six to help her out. Indeed, the thought was such a happy little one that for a good few minutes she spaced out at the bar, a grin on her face.
Asteria snapped back to reality, however, when one of the more.. frequent visitors (Also known as the local alcoholic she had to walk home on a rather normal basis, gag) slammed a stein on the table, earning a glare of warning from the Koshka, before a lightbulb formed over her head.
DUH. The job-board. She handled the board, she should be able to put up her own little notice! Which, if anybody said otherwise (or gave any critism to her) as she wrote in her best 'neat' block letters her little 'HELP WANTED' sign. Not a HUGE sign, but it would do the trick.
Walking out from behind the bar, and after smacking a hand that was trying to wander behind it, she headed over to the board, giving the girl... ..Boy? Boy. Girl? .. Erm... GirlBoy? that was standing there a glance, even frowning a little for them (having to get work this way always sucked, and even moreso when the searcher was worse for wear), but forced her attention back to the board as she removed a pin from an overly-pinned up notice and used it to hold up her own little sign, written on it's yellowing paper.
'Help Wanted:
An extra pair of hands to help with chores!
Ask the Bar-mistress (Asteria Georgelas) for details!'
A -very- simple sign.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:46 am
"..."
Alright, maybe karma was finally smiling on her in some miniscule fashion... or maybe it wasn't and had simply set her up for the butt of some horrible cosmic joke, who could guess. Either way, though, the sign was dangling in front of her and, being the only job for hire which didn't sport violence (explicitly) in the description, she had little else to go on.
... And besides, if she didn't do something soon, she'd end up sleeping in the company of alley rats and her own empty stomach-- again. A flock of the little bastards (the rodents, of course) had almost chewed her ankles off last night, and she was determined NOT to repeat that (not so) pleasant experience twice in a row.
Still...
No, no, that was ill thinking, she told herself, and shrugged away the shiver in her spine. Premonitions were silly figments of the imagination!
"Ah, Ma'am?" Not even waiting for the bar mistress to return to her throne, the scraggly Koshka glanced over at her (... though she seemed to have a hard time making eye contact). "Could I scrub your floors for a cold drink?..."
Yeah, maybe it was pathetic to be so desperate, but after a shitty day... hell, it could only get better, right?
Wrong, actually, as yet another (considerably taller and less disheveled) beast strolled through the city with head held high. It was going to get much, much worse.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:59 am
She'd been settled in to her 'throne' for all of a few second before a voice spoke up, which, on first thought, caused Asteria to groan inwardly. Most of the time a 'LET'S BE NICE ON FIRST TONE' meant someone was about to try and piss her off. Which meant she took a moment to respond to the attempt to get her attention to take a NICE deep breath to put up a nice little defense to prevent madness (which, might we add, it wasn't an effective sheild), before she turned to see what the little nag wanted.
"Hm." she sort of grunted as a 'I'm listening'.
Quite the pessemist this one, as the last thing Asteria had been expecting to actually hear was a request to scrub floors. Not for -free- of course, but....
"Hmmm.." this 'hmm' took on a more curious tone, a definite sound of consideration, as the Bar-master glanced over the counter itself, practically flinging herself onto it as she had to lean onto her for-arms to actually get a good look over it, to look at the floor itself. It was obvious from the look on her face, a rather 'eww' one that she'd not realized the floor was -that- dirty.
Oh her perfect harmony.
It seemed like too cruel a trade to subject -anybody- (except maybe Mr. Tea who'd seemed to have petrified at the table over by the job-board) to cleaning such a floor for just a drink, but..
"Just a drink?" she asked, giving a slight smirk. "I think I could toss in something to eat at least if you brave such a task Mis........." 'ter?' "...?"
And as if on cue as Asteria spared his angry face a thought, Kanda turned to leer at the ... THING that had just walked over to talk to the psychopath.
Another day or so of this and he'd start killing something. Really, he was ready to do it too. This place was so.. LOUD.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:14 am
Indeed, Shae was far from the 'little nag' Asteria had been expecting, and the latter koshka, upon hearing this new proposition consisting not just of drinks, but food, seemed genuinely bewildered at her show of apparent kindness... and nodded emphatically in a heartbeat.
"If you'd... ah, be willing to spare a meal as well, I'd be extremely appreciative, Ma'am." Quite the sweet talker this female was-- and she seemed oddly sincere about it, too, which was a very rare find in such seedy territory. "And please, there's... no need for any sort of formality. 'Miss' isn't needed..."
So, had that been a confirmation of Thing being female? Eh, more or less.
"Would you like me to clean first?" she continued, not even bothering to mention her name (it didn't seem too important), all the while feeling... something strange, almost burning, at the back of her neck-- as though some pair of very cranky and very disgruntled eyes was trying to glare a hole through the back of her skull.
Ha! Silly, silly feelings...
And still, the bearer of fate moved on, closer, swifter, more hurried through the streets of the city-- carrying themselves as if they were absolutely invincible. Perhaps, in their mind, they were.
... After all, they'd been doing a damned fine job of owning the mercenary's circuit lately. Such a nice feeling it was, the bulging of one's pockets with copious wads of cash and knowing that, without a doubt, sleeping would be easy that night in a high-class Inn.
Life was good.
But good things never lasted forever.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:32 am
Well figuring there was -quite- a bit of floor to deal with, the upping in trade had seemed just so logical to her. Not to mention ......
Asteria again looked at the floor and made the same face again. Good -GOD- those floors were nasty. But probably not as bad as the floors over by the job-board. Just imagining it caused an even more disgusted face to appear on her face, before she sighed a little bit, rubbing her hands down her face at the leer she saw from The 'Tea-boy', as she'd come to know him as. (Well, sometimes something else, but if it blood was made of tea by now she wouldn't be surprised.)
"Kiddo, I feed anybody who works for me." she stated matter-of-factly. "Can't have you all passing out on me." This was followed by an awkward laugh which was a full-out admittal that such a thing had happened before, hence the policy.
The next question got a smile. "Well, do you have a preference between warm or cold food?" she asked, leaning back against the cupboard behind her for support. "Because if you don't mind cold, you can eat now. If you want warm, you can clean a bit while I cook something."
Kanda made a rather vexed face as the glare of the bartender plainly said 'LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE!' at him (secret glare-code between professional glarers). For a minute he was ready to not comply, but when the rough-housing of a pair near his table nearly caused his tea to topple over, he lifted the cup up, rather casually, with a hand and leaned back in his seat...
It was almost as if he was ignoring the world...
Until he placed the bottom of one foot up against the table and KICKED it into the back of the pair whom had dared threatened -HIS- food. Just like he'd show that hotshot whoever it was when they showed up what happened when you stole -his- jobs.
Warning aura, warning.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:49 am
Choices? Well, this just kept getting better and better!
But now the question, of course, was which choice to take. Did she ask for cold food and eat sooner, or wait for the luxury of something warm? Both were tempting in their own right, and for a moment she debated between them... until her stomach let out a very definitive snarl that clearly screamed FEED ME YOU IDIOT and made the decision for her.
"C... Cold is fine, Ma'am," she more or less squeaked, wincing a little and silently willing the thing to shut up dammit, stop making the drunks laugh. "Thank you for the hospitality."
Even if it wasn't really fresh, just the thought of sitting down at a table (... despite the fact that the only one free were either next to Tea Boy or the giggling lush posse, both unfortunate looking choices) was enough to get her smiling... sort of-- the bruised eye made it a little lopsided. Oh well.
And still, still fate strode in closer, trudging along the very dark street upon which The Highway had been nested, toward the door, pushed on it, opened...
He stood there for a moment, appearing to survey the situation through narrowed hazel slits of eyes. He was... certainly a fine looking koshka fellow, to say the very least-- tall and fit looking, with sharp features, a rusty chestnut skin (or fur?) tone and dark hair in a regal looking ponytail. His dress wasn't particularly fancy, though the way he carried himself screamed of importance... somehow.
That... and the fact that he had a worn scabbard at his hip.
"..." Without so much as a word, he passed in through the doorway and made a straight beeline, sure enough, for the bulletin board, promptly scanning over the mess of tattered flyers with a keen eye.
GirlBoy might not have had the gall for dangerous jobs-- but those were the ones that payed the most, and he was already eyeing some big numbers in the mix.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:08 am
The growl was definitely something that she couldn't help but laugh at. "Seems someone else decided for you." Asteria joked, before motioning out into the group. "Find yourself some buttspace for now, anything I throw together for you either way will at least take a minute. Unless you want to watch."
Either, by the sound of it, sounded OK by her, but she didn't really wait for an answer as she carefully leered at the drunks at the counter and held up a finger to firmly warn them what would happen, though silently, if they tried to nab anything from behind the counter, before she went to disappear behind a door that connected the bar she found herself wasting her days behind (though not a bad thing, really.. just.. tiresome) to the area she had a tendancy to hide in.
Also known as her kitchen.
This now meant she got to look through her storage to see what her options were, eying her ice-chest with a sigh (Too bad, so sad. No cooking today), before starting to go through random things she had jarred. Here was to hoping some of these things weren't -too- old.
Once the pair who were disturbing his tea were gone, Kanda carefully used the same foot he'd shoved the table away with to bring it back, setting the cup back down on it before glancing over to th-..
Oi! Who was the black-haired (Not-Kanda) wonder?!
The little runt that had been checking out the board earlier really hadn't bothered him, as they hadn't been carrying a weapon. However, having a swordsman (as he too was) loom around scoping out jobs they'd both be qualified for to STEAL FROM HIM (Um, Kanda-love, if that was so why hadn't -you- been doing that before he'd shown up?), which , of course, warranted the 'pretty' stranger to get a nice solid leer.
Y'know, the 'Melt through iron and keel you ded' kind that Kanda came standard with.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:31 am
... While both The Drunken Posse and Tea Boy didn't seem like very proper eating company, Shae quickly decided to seat herself near the latter, figuring that, if nothing else, there was only one of him... and he didn't appear to be drunk, either-- only pissed off, and so long as that wasn't directed straight at her, she figured she'd be alright.
And so the tender footed little koshka sidled over to a chair at the nearest empty table, heaving a sigh and peeling off her coat before she sat down. It was the first time her tail had seen the light of day for some time... which appeared to have stunted its growth (... or something) as the thing was just a foot-long stub of fuzz.
She had the good sense to keep herself quiet and still while she waited... which was definitely a good thing as, sure enough, a whole new kind of dark and tall trouble strolled its way into the premises. He didn't even seem to be notice Tea Boy's leer, and just kept on browsing the bulletin board until--
"Ah." Apparently reaching a resolution, the odd male raised a gloved hand and plucked not one, but three frayed sheets from the mural of paper: the three highest paying jobs in the lot, naturally. A runaway prisoner needing to be hunted down, a wild animal to exterminate, and retrieving stolen goods...
Yes, it'd do nicely for a day's work.
However, he was also rather thirsty, and thusly contemplated a drink for himself all the while-- which left Shae to just observe the situation... and that he noticed.
"Is there a particular reason you seem to be gawking at my personage, woman?" he asked her curtly, to which she quickly cleared her throat and feigned gazing elsewhere.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 2:49 am
"Ah ha!"
Oblivious to whatever was going on outside of her current expedition, it seemed as though Asteria had come on to some brilliant -gem- of cooking (or anti-cooking- proportions, sort of... smiling to herself as she set her new 'discovery' onto the table next to at least three other cars.
Oh dear..
He didn't seem to mind being ignored in the least, simply crossing his arms and continuing to leer, only pausing once, fully, to glance towards Shae whom, to his chagrin, was sitting a little closer than Kanda really wanted anybody to be to him.
But psh, it was a mostly-free world and he really wasn't in the mood to start anything when the psycho wench in the...... well, wherever the hell she'd gone off to could come back. Not to say he was afraid of her, but he -was- pretty sure he'd like to be allowed to use the job board again.
Y'know, once he handled -this- little anomoly. Which he had resumed leering at the back of the head of. Hmmm, he'd definately grabbed something worth looking into. However, Kanda was far above stealing the darn things from him so that meant he had to think of something else...
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 3:36 am
Maybe Shae was a little too close for 'comfort' in Kanda's book-- but at least the girl wasn't openly antagonizing him... which was more than could be said for who she was dealing with now. The hazel eyed stranger had now given her a full half-turn's worth of attention, apparently not buying her act of feigned disinterest.
"... I asked you a question, woman," he stated a little more sharply, voice betraying a hint of annoyance. Not that he'd actually been expecting a response from the mousy looking little stray, but sure enough--
"I was simply contemplating your ability, sir," she answered simply, and earned a brief stare for her efforts.
"Is this not obvious?" he scoffed a bit, ears flicking back a little. "My skill and competency is unrivaled--"
"Only in a single field, I would reckon," she finished for him smoothly, "and only so far as you know. The ability I mentioned has nothing to do with weapons. Do you consider yourself fairly intelligent?"
Alright, now that? That got an indignant glare out of him, and he took a striding step over toward the table, face crinkled up in a twisted mix of disbelief and disgust. "... Do I not sound 'fairly intelligent' to you, harlot? I'll kindly request that you silence that mouth of y--"
"Care to test it, then?" Remarkably unflappable, she had already burrowed into her coat pocket to remove what teemed to be a pack of cards (and unknowingly let a strange metallic something out of aforementioned pocket at the same time). "If you would oblige me, sir... I'd be very appreciative."
A pause.
"... What abomination are you peddling?"
"Only Blackjack, sir."
Well, this was bound to be... interesting, but at least a bar fight hadn't spontaneously broken out?
... Yet.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 10:08 am
The entire ordeal unfolding earned a slight lift of the eyebrows and a light smirk from Kanda who was, to say, amused by the... thing... well, seemed to be female's rapier wit. Though it seemed more and more females were coming equipped with quite the quick tongue to their name, though.
It was an adaption to the slowly changing territory was his guess. Didn't blame them either with things like -him-, a slight shift of attention towards the rather full-of-himself freelancer before he again tried to obtain some semblance of neutrality on the entire situation.
Kanda picked up his cup of tea and sort of kicked back in the seat, folding one leg across the top of the other to make a pseudo 'flat surface' and pretending to be fully interested in his tea which, had anybody actually cared to come over and check, had been gone since some time ago. The pantomime simply kept the mutt known as the Bar-Master over on her side of the place and leaving him alone.
'Blackjack?' he thought to himself, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as the word seemed to hit a nerve in his brain. Why did the idea of that tick him off?
He didn't -plan- to sound as angry-hiss as he ended up doing, as for Kanda hiding the sound of angry-hiss would be like a southerner trying to hide their accent as he -gently- put his two cents in. "He's using big words he probably doesn't understand." he stated firmly, before shooting Shae part of the angry leer (again, like trying to hide an accent) from around his cup. "Probably hiding behind them because he's afraid of whatever game you're dishing out."
Well.. they -were- looming nearby and he just wanted to reach out and strangle them, so he'd simply interjected his thoughts on what he could hear.
The entire 'let's make something' expedition had resulted in Asteria making a nice mental list of things she needed to get the time to shop for. Again, she needed more hands around the place. So far she had a list of some.. nice little things, such as bread, cheese, and salt that she seemed to be running low on, as well as various vegetables or fruits.
And Beef she could use for stock. Damn. Plus there were coffee beans. If -anything- was a priority for the sanity of the place, it was that.
These were all things that came to mind as she sat, slicing a strange medly of food-objects, interupted only by the few times she stuck her head out the door to give warning glares to the drunks at the bar, a lot more effective when she was holding a nice covered in some sort of juice (or blood for all they knew), before she'd resume her work.
Which resulted in a sandwich consisting of some type of meat (probably turkey from the looks of it), cheese, and a variety of cold-cut things (mostly because she wanted to use them before they went bad, SIGH) and a couple slices of fruit.
"Damn." Asteria seemed rather pleased by her own handiwork (seeing as she -was- having a few issues supply wise), setting the 'masterpiece' aside while she worked on cleaning up her mess, setting the now-opened jars closest to the counter so she'd be able to finish up their demise and slicing off a few pieces of the fruits and veggies she'd decimated to crunch on to keep the edge off her own stomach.
Once things were all said and done, however, she picked up said plate and stepped outside, kicking the inside of the bar to jostle one of the drunks, whom was drooling away quite nicely at her counter, awake and earning a little snicker from another. "I think you two have had enough." she stated firmly, grabbing their glasses from them and setting them on the inner-side of the bar then heading out around it to take a gander around for the little lady who's stomach had let out quite a fuss over the food she was now holding for it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:59 pm
... And that same rapier wit was the 'thing's' greatest weapon, wielded with all the control and expertise of a seasoned master. Shae's impassive gray gaze belied no hint of panic or annoyance (or hell, anything) as she calmly shuffled the deck, making a simple gesture toward the empty seat across from her own which the stranger, with a choked growl, haughtily planted himself in.
"Give me that," he spat sharply, and promptly snatched the cards away, "I shall be the one to handle the pieces of this little ruse. Petty slide of hand will not be tolerated, unders--"
His face glazed over momentarily at the oh-so-delightful chime of a new voice... and then, like a lit firecracker, turned sharply toward Kanda and GLARED. "I would kindly keep that maw shut, you degenerate epicene mongr--"
"Prove the Sir wrong then," Shae cut in before he could finish, drawing his attention (and his look of I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU) back on her instead. Her smile remained sweet and unassuming. "Test your mettle against me and show him your superior skill. Do you have the courage to lay your pride at stake?"
She saw the target hit home, saw the immediate wince and the look of cranky determination force his jaw to clench. Sure enough. "Let's begin."
"All for all?"
"You're damned straight, wretch."
And so, as Aster cut off a charming pair of drunks and the awkward metal something from Shae's pocket fluttered and flopped beneath the table, their game began.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 3:09 pm
She could feel the epic hate from here, a slight shiver going down Asteria's spine, though she didn't really act on it (as many people of questionable intentions entered the establishment), simply looking around until she noticed that her little worker-bee to be had taken a seat next to Mr. Tea. Who was leering at whatever was going on.
The bar-master stepped between people, sighing a bit internally at some of them who eyed her (oh the woes of being female.) drunkly, shrugging them off before she finally stood by the table that Shae had taken a seat at, looking at what was going on with a degree of interest.
"Mmm.. I haven't played this game in a while." she stated with a certain degree of interest, setting the plate next to the scuffed looking girl. "Just make sure you don't spend all your time on it." Asteria added in warning, then took a glance to see who her opponent was....
Ah! A familiar face. "Oh! I haven't seen you poke your head in here for a while. Doing well, sir?" Asteria asked in her best 'being nice because I'm the owner' voice.
Kanda's face remained in a scowl as the stranger so -wittily- retorted to his comment, though less of a scowl than before. As close to a smirk of self-victory composition wise as he was going to get.
"Hm."
He didn't have much in the way of a 'witty retort' to the rather -well- trained vocabulary of the stranger who had settled for the pride-bait the female (He still wasn't sure) had set for him. When Asteria made her appearance at the table the previous scowl of not-happy (The less of a scowl he had the happier he was) at her.
Moreso at her inherient kindness to the man who hit a certain unhappy nerve (weren't they all such?) in his brain. "He's doing well enough to keep his grandeloquent speech up." he stated in a dry tone into the empty tea-cup.
Asteria gave Kanda a glare over her shoulder then snatched the tea cup out of his hand, glancing into it then smirking. "You might need to get your taste buds and eyes checked, or was the taste of air what you were going for?" she snapped back, before turning the cup over and setting it on top of the other Koshka's head like a hat and folding her arms.
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