Thaum: Lower DistrictThaum’s lower district was, for lack of a better description,
idyllic. The area itself, despite possessing the same quality of peace apparent everywhere else in the town, was lacking the rough and simple aesthetic plan many other houses were made with; the tightly-packed, stone hewn residential structures were replaced with two- or three-storey buildings made of wood and constructed in different shapes from the flat square homes nearby. However, a certain air of drowsiness hung thick over this quarter and none walked in the streets, which was a wonder seeing that Thaum was a small town fueled by agriculture and small businesses, and its citizens considered dawn as the ideal time to start working.
So why then, was this certain place so
empty?
Perhaps the answer lies in the surroundings. If you turned around and glanced upwards, you would have stared straight at a bowed two-storey complex. It was neat and well-kept, but there was something about it… The façade wasn’t menacing, no… Just plain
shady. Quote a certain young lady we’ll meet in a few moments: “It’s dark, Lute, which is
perfect for doing dark deeds.” A neon sign void of any light (turned off. I mean, who’d even waste a neon sign in broad daylight, duh) read the words “The Red Parasol”, cue the stenciled silhouette of the upper half of a woman with a (surprise, surprise) parasol. You see, this part of Thaum, the “entertainment district”, is largely only active during night; otherwise its many fair denizens are just content to spend hours sleeping to regain their strength, courage, and overall temperament to keep up with the many idiots whom they have to treat like princes, and otherwise are simply loathe to do anything else unless…
The Red Parasol: Interior“BREAKFAST! Oh, good
morning to you too, Ogre! Yes, it’s morning. What a great day! Have you seen the sunflowers?” A peal of delighted laughter, and the annoyingly cheerful voice continued, “You should! They’re so
pretty! Say you’ll do-”
“Gah kid, shaddap or I’ll wring yer scrawny neck!” Looks like Mr. Sunshine chose the wrong person to wake up.
“- Oh, you will? Okay! Everyone! Wake up, wake up, I brought food!” Lute burst in The Red Parasol and, in his first ten seconds, managed to trip over the “bouncer” (Ogre, as he was sleeping near the door) and ruin the guy’s day. He was being irritatingly chirpy so early and heaven knows how that will work in a house full of sleep-deprived working girls.
In any case, most of the ladies went downstairs, all in various state of undress. Not just one even arrived in her underwear, which made Lute blush down to his hair roots despite being given the strip treatment since Day 1 as The Red Parasol’s meal courier, which was, like, near a year already. Robin Seraphie d’al Cazarosta, or Miz Robin to you, ya dirty all dog, and to everyone else lucky enough to breathe air in her presence, drearily stomped down the steps before dropping like a dead fly on a nearby chair with her long legs splayed wide apart. “Long night?” Lute asked cheerfully as he set about to preparing the table; his task and his task alone in this room full of zombies. She turned her head and smiled provocatively, “You mean long-”
“Robby, it’s
Lutey-patootie we’re talking to here. Besides, it’s, like, 10 AM,” Someone thankfully interceded before Robin had the chance to unwittingly tear more pieces of Lute’s innocence to the ground.
“I know, Lil. Oh, I’m so tirrreed.
Gods,” She uttered the last word with a little more venom than intended seeing that the white-haired male still had that sickly sweet simper on. “Lute, sweetheart,
stop smiling. The fuck you so happy at this hour? What, you got laid or- Oh, who am I kidding, you’re probs fangirling about seeing twin bananas or malformed apples. Yep, never mind.”
Once the dining table was set and the meals were spread accordingly, the corpses littered around the receiving room were reanimated and the girls milled around to get their breakfast. Lute took the opportunity to run for Robin, and soon as she raised her head to acknowledge him did his gleeful façade splinter in half.
“How do I look, ah,
cool?”
Robin thought she misunderstood him, so she put down her loaf of bread and stared up at Lute until he took the memo and knelt down, their faces a comfortable distance from each other. “Yah, what?” She crossed her legs then pursed her lips. Yep, she definitely misheard shit.
Lute shifted uncomfortably, and she recognized that deepening blush all too well. “Oh, sweetheart. Really?
Again? Wow, they must think you’re, well, the face of Thaum. Lute Aiseirigh, most adorkable albino this side of the boonies. Which is
good!” The woman hurriedly added before flicking her cropped ebony curls away from her cheeks. Lute didn’t seem that convinced by her words, so Robin tried dealing from a new angle. “Aw hun, it’s no big deal, c’mere- Wait, where’s Delilah? She should be here helping me deal with your stage fright.”
“She’s still asleep,” The man muttered under his breath before sighing, and Robin just had to smile; Lute was pretending to be cheerful (and annoyingly so) because he was nervous about something that was going to happen in a few moments/minutes/hours, and if she had to guess, it’s because he has to greet new Guilders
again.
Like she said, he might be the new face of Thaum… Or maybe, just maybe, everybody else was too busy doing the major jobs that Lute got dumped in the Welcoming Committee.
Robin uncrossed her legs then tugged her dress downwards discreetly. “All right, sweetie, listen and listen well. This is a crash course for coolness.” Wait did Lute just whip out a notepad? Yes he did! “Like, Coolness 101. OK, let’s start…”
”That fancy restaurant place””Holy macaroni cheese on bologne,” Delilah muttered while Lute remained standing outside the meeting venue, his jaw wide open in awe- and horror. Well actually, it was 80% horror and 20% awe. Surely they weren’t going to meet
here of all places? He tugged at his collar, smoothed his shirt and then slicked back his hair. The fluffy white mop bounced up soon as his palm left the strands. Just great. He took a step forward and then skittered away as if recoiling from a red-hot iron. Only rich people go here; last time he checked they were living below the poverty line!? What if it was all a mistake!? Darn it, he really should’ve listened to instructions better! He can’t just waltz in there, you know, because what if they weren’t there!? He’d be interrupting people eating in peace and and and-
Delilah finally screeched,
“Fucken hell, SHADDAP and just get your arse inside the goddamn resto!” So yes, Lute managed to trudge inside the elegant venue and instantly felt his soul being flayed by the grandiosity. His eyes rested on the chandelier hanging above the receiving room, calculating how many potatoes he could buy if the owner of this place decided to be generous and let him take it.
“A hell lot of potatoes,” Delilah responded grimly. In any case, potato bulk buying plans aside, he was fortunately spotted by one of the waiters and was ushered to where the Pride and Dr. D were, which he could’ve spotted easily from the onset if he wasn’t so nervous. Lute stopped the guy from escorting him any further and hid behind the nearest aquarium.
‘Oh gods. Hyperventilating. Need air. I can do this,’ Lute thought then nodded, a spark of determination glimmering in his eyes. Without further ado he stood up, walked around the corner of the aquarium and, following Robin’s How-To-Be-Cool 101, leaned against the glass.
“
Hey every-,” He started, but the same waiter who ushered him inside tapped him on the shoulder and told him that he shouldn’t lean against the aquarium. “O-oh, sorry!” Lute immediately slid his elbow away from the surface (and lost his balance, almost tripping if he hadn't grabbed on to the waiter and used him as a pedestal to cling on
COOL LEVEL -100 POINTS YO). He grimaced, turned red, and glanced at the “fish cage” to (pretend to) wipe some smudges off the glass, and this was when he saw the sad Mr. Blobfish.
“Awwww, what’s wrong!? I’m sorry did I make you sad!? Did I elbow you in the face? C’mon, smile!” Lute gasped in horror and bent down, pressing his face against the aquarium to stare at the pink creature. "I think I ruined his day, Del- Oh, are you a guy? Or a
girl? It's pretty hard to tell."
Inside his mind, Delilah was hitting her face repeatedly.
“Stop looking at the goddamned blob and greet the people!” She wailed and swerved around to look at everyone, just to see how they were reacting to this goddamned fool she had for a friend. As the familiar’s gaze swept across the unfamiliar faces, one particularly important visage made her stop.
“Wait, was that…!? Lute, Lute, stop bending over and look who’s here!!!” She screamed gleefully, and all at once music filled the Pride’s dining space.
Not just any music either, but a
wedding march.“Delilah!
Stop!” Lute straightened up and spluttered as his eyes went from normal size to twice the average ping pong ball. If anything, the music got even louder, now with added trumpet fanfare.