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@everyone (most of this is just a back and forth between Ruka and Salvador, mostly implied to be at a whisper. Whether you can hear their commentary or not, is completely up to you, if you’d like to interact back, feel free, but it’s all optional dialogue as far as I’m concerned. This whole post is intended as light-hearted filler to showcase the personalities of the two in an honest way.
Let me know if I forgot anyone and I’ll probably add a snippet about them. Bear in mind, due to the length and nature of this post, I didn’t try to keep everything in a timely order. I bounce from person to person, depending one who I feel like jumping to next. The order really isn’t important.)
The bartender seemed much too busy to make food, for the time being. Though Salvador assumed his request had been heard, he and his daughter weren’t so hungry that they could do nothing else. Sal pointed to a table. “Let’s take a seat with our drinks. I’m sure someone will bring our food when they are able.”
Both with their juice boxes walked through, careful not to bump into anyone. Ruka, the little ballerina that she was, twirled and danced her way over to the table, excitedly. Salvador was a bit more lumbering, lagging behind. But still always within reaching distance, should anyone make any sudden moves. Salvador was always one to be cautious, protective, and quick to act.
“Dad, can we watch all the people?” Ruka whispered to her father as he sat down beside her. Her father nodded quietly. As is their past-time, Ruka points them out, and they both have a bit of a back and forth to fit how they see the person through their own eyes.
“Ooooh, look at them.” She whispered and pointed over to the apparent Shadow Royal Guardsman (that they did not recognize or know any reference to, nor did they know what his lightsaber was or how it worked). “What a shiny stick”, she said. “And a fancy smooth looking helmet.” Ruka admires the shiny things. “Pretty neat, aren’t they?” Salvador says as he stands her on his shoulders. Height giving her greater sight over the place. Ruka smiles.
She then noticed a charismatic musician playing music with some food around, and Ruka’s jaw just about dropped to the floor. “Kitty!” She yelled happily. She loved all feline creatures and people equally and did not mean it in a hurtful way. But Salvador still told her not to be rude. “Sorry dad.” She said and then Ruka put her owl mask back over her face and flapped her arms as if to wave at the falcon companion of the feline woman.
She then points to Zlick. “He looks strong. I bet he could beat you up dad. Don’t mess with him.” Salvador flexes his muscles to try to compare. “No, not like that, daddy. Like this.” She says as she flexes her nearly non-existent arm muscles next to her father’s. She stands back up and runs her hands over her short hair. “I wish my hair was as nice as his.” Salvador frowns, the snakes recede until it’s just his bald head. “At least you have hair kid!” He rubs his scalp and sulks briefly, then rustles her hair.
Ruka notices a familiar looking person in the tavern, though she can’t figure out where from. She looks at Link and raises her mask again. “He seems kind and helpful.” She says decisively. Then ponders a moment. “Also like a hero from a far away land.” Salvador motions with his hands like he’s playing on a Nintendo controller, to see if he can control Link. The reference goes over Ruka’s head as Sal laughs. “We played the one with the masks instead. It was the reason we made yours.” She gasps, but doesn’t quite see the resemblance and shakes her head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” He assures her.
Her gaze shifts to the Commissar Raine and at first glance Ruka is afraid. But she sees it senses something of the like that she is just and fair. Ruka stands on the table and salutes the commissar. Salvador straightens his back and follows her lead, with a bit more slack. He elbows Ruka softly. “Psst, yer makin’ me look bad here kiddo.” He let’s slip from the side of his mouth. She shushes him hurriedly. “I bet she could flip you just as easily.” Ruka responds and then goes at ease.
They both looked at Krin who sounded ornery, and Ruka did a double take to look back at her dad. “He’s you, but older?” She was confused. Salvador cupped his mouth and spoke. “No, I’m Bane…You wanna know how I got these tubes?” He says pointing to his back jokingly. Ruka was even more confused and if the Link reference went over her head, this one went miles further. “Stop it dad!” She punches him in the arm. “Ow! Okay, okay! I’ll behave.” He flinches and lowers his hands from his mouth. “You know better than to hit people, you know.” He tells her in an almost serious tone. And then pauses to consider something. “Maybe I should make Krin a drink some time soon.” Ruka nods. “An orange juice!” She giggles.
They both watched as a reserved woman instantaneously disappeared into seeming nothingness. And left nothing but a Fox mask. Perhaps as a token. While it piqued the interest of Ruka to see another animal mask in the place, she could tell it was not meant for her and simply admired it from afar.
Ruka pointed out Alwen next. Salvador raised his finger to his mouth to say they should be quiet and let the scholarly looking man get lost in his books. “I wonder what his book is about.” Ruka whispers, to which Sal just shrugs. “None of our business really.” He calmly responds back.
They scanned the room, feeling like they’ve only picked out about half the active crowd and continued.
Ruka’s eye caught the glimmer of Anath Homura’s. For what was only a glint out of the corner of her eye that she thought she saw but very well might have been a strange illusion. Still Ruka thought the woman’s eye was a strange but beautiful color that she admired. All in all she enjoyed looking at her outfit and she spoke so aloud. “Red is such a nice color.” She carried on. “Especially on her.” Then Ruka looked at her own clothes, wishing there were more of it in her own ensemble. “I’m sure it would suit you well too.” Her father told her reassuringly. “We’ll get you something nice at the next market we find, okay?”
Samael to Ruka seemed like a strange presence. One she couldn’t quite comprehend fully. Sal felt a little less so but still in the presence of something extra dimensional. More so than they all were now in this timeless expanse of a place. All they were both certain of is that they would need more time to understand this being, this god. Without thought or hesitation though, Ruka did not seem to care and just waved at him while putting on a big smile. Salvador assumes she wants to befriend them, but is hesitant to let her get too close.
A man twirled in, stripping his coat onto hooks. Salvador was quick to shield Ruka’s eyes, just in case. But when he realized there were more layers underneath, he lowered his guard some. Though the man’s odd shifts in tone surprised Ruka, he seemed like an eccentric and charming man, though in a good sort of way that they both admired. “He seems like a wildcard.” Salvador said to her. “But he’s got style, I’ll give him that.” Ruka nodded happily.
Their eyes were drawn to the Tavern owner as he sought help for a young woman as well. “Uh oh, this could get bad.” Salvador tells Ruka, who is visibly worried and wants to ask Alex if she’s alright. She shifts as if to go help, but her father keeps her seated. He wants to jump to action as well, but senses there is no safer hands she could be in at the moment. He tells her “If we’re needed, we will act, but until then, stay here.
He tries to take her mind off it, by continuing the game, but the situation seems to escalate here and there. “How about the bar tender?” Salvador sits and reminds her of Dorian. The man making drinks. “He seems…” she trails off staring back at the table. “Very tidy, and strange.” Salvador continues to ask, clearly noticing her rising worry. “Strange in what way?”
Ruka gets up from the table and dances over to the table, with a determined look on her face. She twirls up to the frustrated woman. “You’re pretty.” She tells the vampyre woman. Salvador rushes up behind her and gulps, not wanting to upset her more. Even if he does agree that she is quite a striking individual. This might not be the time…” he begins and Ruka stops mid spin.
“Wanna dance with me? Whenever I’m excited, or mad, or sad, I dance away my troubles.” Ruka says, and she suspects everyone here is dealing with similar issues. She dances like a ballerina through the room, through the tears streaming from her face. “Anyone can join in.” Ruka announces as she adds more acrobatic flaring motions to her routine. And feels she cannot stop. Her dad, feeling bad that no one else had joined yet, starts doing “the sprinkler” and moves into “the robot” and “the worm”, no matter how silly and awkward he feels. He knows he would feel worse if he weren’t to support his daughter in everything she does.
Let me know if I forgot anyone and I’ll probably add a snippet about them. Bear in mind, due to the length and nature of this post, I didn’t try to keep everything in a timely order. I bounce from person to person, depending one who I feel like jumping to next. The order really isn’t important.)
The bartender seemed much too busy to make food, for the time being. Though Salvador assumed his request had been heard, he and his daughter weren’t so hungry that they could do nothing else. Sal pointed to a table. “Let’s take a seat with our drinks. I’m sure someone will bring our food when they are able.”
Both with their juice boxes walked through, careful not to bump into anyone. Ruka, the little ballerina that she was, twirled and danced her way over to the table, excitedly. Salvador was a bit more lumbering, lagging behind. But still always within reaching distance, should anyone make any sudden moves. Salvador was always one to be cautious, protective, and quick to act.
“Dad, can we watch all the people?” Ruka whispered to her father as he sat down beside her. Her father nodded quietly. As is their past-time, Ruka points them out, and they both have a bit of a back and forth to fit how they see the person through their own eyes.
“Ooooh, look at them.” She whispered and pointed over to the apparent Shadow Royal Guardsman (that they did not recognize or know any reference to, nor did they know what his lightsaber was or how it worked). “What a shiny stick”, she said. “And a fancy smooth looking helmet.” Ruka admires the shiny things. “Pretty neat, aren’t they?” Salvador says as he stands her on his shoulders. Height giving her greater sight over the place. Ruka smiles.
She then noticed a charismatic musician playing music with some food around, and Ruka’s jaw just about dropped to the floor. “Kitty!” She yelled happily. She loved all feline creatures and people equally and did not mean it in a hurtful way. But Salvador still told her not to be rude. “Sorry dad.” She said and then Ruka put her owl mask back over her face and flapped her arms as if to wave at the falcon companion of the feline woman.
She then points to Zlick. “He looks strong. I bet he could beat you up dad. Don’t mess with him.” Salvador flexes his muscles to try to compare. “No, not like that, daddy. Like this.” She says as she flexes her nearly non-existent arm muscles next to her father’s. She stands back up and runs her hands over her short hair. “I wish my hair was as nice as his.” Salvador frowns, the snakes recede until it’s just his bald head. “At least you have hair kid!” He rubs his scalp and sulks briefly, then rustles her hair.
Ruka notices a familiar looking person in the tavern, though she can’t figure out where from. She looks at Link and raises her mask again. “He seems kind and helpful.” She says decisively. Then ponders a moment. “Also like a hero from a far away land.” Salvador motions with his hands like he’s playing on a Nintendo controller, to see if he can control Link. The reference goes over Ruka’s head as Sal laughs. “We played the one with the masks instead. It was the reason we made yours.” She gasps, but doesn’t quite see the resemblance and shakes her head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” He assures her.
Her gaze shifts to the Commissar Raine and at first glance Ruka is afraid. But she sees it senses something of the like that she is just and fair. Ruka stands on the table and salutes the commissar. Salvador straightens his back and follows her lead, with a bit more slack. He elbows Ruka softly. “Psst, yer makin’ me look bad here kiddo.” He let’s slip from the side of his mouth. She shushes him hurriedly. “I bet she could flip you just as easily.” Ruka responds and then goes at ease.
They both looked at Krin who sounded ornery, and Ruka did a double take to look back at her dad. “He’s you, but older?” She was confused. Salvador cupped his mouth and spoke. “No, I’m Bane…You wanna know how I got these tubes?” He says pointing to his back jokingly. Ruka was even more confused and if the Link reference went over her head, this one went miles further. “Stop it dad!” She punches him in the arm. “Ow! Okay, okay! I’ll behave.” He flinches and lowers his hands from his mouth. “You know better than to hit people, you know.” He tells her in an almost serious tone. And then pauses to consider something. “Maybe I should make Krin a drink some time soon.” Ruka nods. “An orange juice!” She giggles.
They both watched as a reserved woman instantaneously disappeared into seeming nothingness. And left nothing but a Fox mask. Perhaps as a token. While it piqued the interest of Ruka to see another animal mask in the place, she could tell it was not meant for her and simply admired it from afar.
Ruka pointed out Alwen next. Salvador raised his finger to his mouth to say they should be quiet and let the scholarly looking man get lost in his books. “I wonder what his book is about.” Ruka whispers, to which Sal just shrugs. “None of our business really.” He calmly responds back.
They scanned the room, feeling like they’ve only picked out about half the active crowd and continued.
Ruka’s eye caught the glimmer of Anath Homura’s. For what was only a glint out of the corner of her eye that she thought she saw but very well might have been a strange illusion. Still Ruka thought the woman’s eye was a strange but beautiful color that she admired. All in all she enjoyed looking at her outfit and she spoke so aloud. “Red is such a nice color.” She carried on. “Especially on her.” Then Ruka looked at her own clothes, wishing there were more of it in her own ensemble. “I’m sure it would suit you well too.” Her father told her reassuringly. “We’ll get you something nice at the next market we find, okay?”
Samael to Ruka seemed like a strange presence. One she couldn’t quite comprehend fully. Sal felt a little less so but still in the presence of something extra dimensional. More so than they all were now in this timeless expanse of a place. All they were both certain of is that they would need more time to understand this being, this god. Without thought or hesitation though, Ruka did not seem to care and just waved at him while putting on a big smile. Salvador assumes she wants to befriend them, but is hesitant to let her get too close.
A man twirled in, stripping his coat onto hooks. Salvador was quick to shield Ruka’s eyes, just in case. But when he realized there were more layers underneath, he lowered his guard some. Though the man’s odd shifts in tone surprised Ruka, he seemed like an eccentric and charming man, though in a good sort of way that they both admired. “He seems like a wildcard.” Salvador said to her. “But he’s got style, I’ll give him that.” Ruka nodded happily.
Their eyes were drawn to the Tavern owner as he sought help for a young woman as well. “Uh oh, this could get bad.” Salvador tells Ruka, who is visibly worried and wants to ask Alex if she’s alright. She shifts as if to go help, but her father keeps her seated. He wants to jump to action as well, but senses there is no safer hands she could be in at the moment. He tells her “If we’re needed, we will act, but until then, stay here.
He tries to take her mind off it, by continuing the game, but the situation seems to escalate here and there. “How about the bar tender?” Salvador sits and reminds her of Dorian. The man making drinks. “He seems…” she trails off staring back at the table. “Very tidy, and strange.” Salvador continues to ask, clearly noticing her rising worry. “Strange in what way?”
Ruka gets up from the table and dances over to the table, with a determined look on her face. She twirls up to the frustrated woman. “You’re pretty.” She tells the vampyre woman. Salvador rushes up behind her and gulps, not wanting to upset her more. Even if he does agree that she is quite a striking individual. This might not be the time…” he begins and Ruka stops mid spin.
“Wanna dance with me? Whenever I’m excited, or mad, or sad, I dance away my troubles.” Ruka says, and she suspects everyone here is dealing with similar issues. She dances like a ballerina through the room, through the tears streaming from her face. “Anyone can join in.” Ruka announces as she adds more acrobatic flaring motions to her routine. And feels she cannot stop. Her dad, feeling bad that no one else had joined yet, starts doing “the sprinkler” and moves into “the robot” and “the worm”, no matter how silly and awkward he feels. He knows he would feel worse if he weren’t to support his daughter in everything she does.
@Fancy Party
Ooh, sounds like fun. I think I'll try to do some people watching as well.
There are a lot of people in the tavern... and I may miss some. Also, no ill or hostile intent from me OOC. Anath Homura on the other hand, we shall see.
The way I’m treating it is it’s based on who I can see in the area I’m in. And that’s basically gonna amount to only the characters within the last two pages of the ic. I would say the most recent page but two pages is recent enough activity that those people might appreciate being noticed and wish to become active again too.
But who really knows. I might start it tonight and it might not even get finished tonight. We will see. Lol
I don’t know how long my next post will be but I intend to have my characters people watch. None of it’s meant to be negative so I hope no one takes it that way. Mostly gonna be off the character descriptions I think. But either way, they’re gonna sit at a table and do that to pass the time before food. Was half tempted to have them cook their own as a bit of a spectacle, but not feeling that at the moment. :p also not sure exactly when I’ll get around to the post. The plan is Soon (TM) though it’s more so meant as filler for the moment lol Yes, an rp can have filler arcs, don’t be silly.
24 new posts in 3 days! Wow, nice work 👍
I really need to pay more attention to it.
@EVERYONE
Hope everyone is going well, ping me if you need anything or have any questions, or if you are waiting on a reply.
Otherwise keep being awesome and having fun.
Thanks all! 😃
My bad. I didn’t remember how the ping/mention function worked. So mine didn’t work as intended lol
It occurred to me this should probably go here. With Regards to Ruka, you don’t have to walk on eggshells really. It’s pretty safe to assume Sal will automatically and instinctively either shield her eyes or ears for anything. He’s very protective of her. And she is essentially blind to any bad in the world. Lol And she might be brave around him, but is a bit of a pacifist, unless her dad needs help for any reason.
The hulking mass of a nine foot tall man with broad shoulders eclipses the open tavern door. His gargantuan hand clutching the door frame. His face is darkened by a hood, attached to a strangely thick looking coat. He breathes heavily as he squeezes past the threshold awkwardly.
As he steps into some lighting, his face and hand are illuminated, they are covered in what appears to be freshly pink scar tissue. A multitude of silver facial piercings, glimmer in the light of the day, shining through the overhead hatched opening, which bathes the room in a warm glow. It revealed an ugly muzzle, adorned with strangely fashioned facial hair. A strangely taboo looking individual, at least that’s how he felt he looked to strangers.
Salvador’s custom made coat is jet black, and looks almost reflective. Though anyone guessing, would find it difficult to tell what kind of material the coat is made from. As he takes another step in, something looking like balloons tied to his back also squeeze in. They jumble around and reorganize themselves, seemingly of their own accord.
When Salvador solemnly stands away from the entrance, to make room for others, he appears almost meek. At least in body language, not so much in stature. Like a shy teddy bear. When the pack of eight “balloons” move into place, with their slightly obscured tubes, they look almost like a set of wings in arrangement.
But they aren’t really balloons, it’s just the nature of them that resembles those. Anyone standing close enough would see clearly that they’re floating glass bags, filled with something of a reddish-gold tint. Something within them, bubbling, maybe even boiling? It’s hard to tell. The man has a belt with a few daggers nested safely in their holsters.
He takes stout steps and pulls back his hood. Revealing an inside lined with short metallic blades of some kind. His bald head is then etched in reddening lines, drawing deeper. Then, the blood bubbles and seeps back in and molten tendrils slither out. Now the contents of the glass bags seem more telling.
The tendrils form thin but flexible blades that move independently from each other and their host. Then they further form mouths, and heads resembling that of many tangled cobras. Although they also lay a bit flat, like actual hair. Somewhat like dreadlocks, if they were wide, iron, and sentient. It’s tamer towards the base of the skull. Though, they can also change their length at will, they’re roughly the same length, at current.
The towering heap of a man smiles grimly as he stands at the bar and looks for a bartender.
He asks in a deep, reverberant voice for two drinks, to no one in particular. One of the beverages non-alcoholic. His hands are trembling, but his jade eyes show kindness and patience.
He then notices a sign that didn’t appear to be there before that says only; “Get it yourself.”
A small child with ruffled short brown hair and an owl mask runs in the doors shortly after, to hide behind him from the strangers, like she doesn’t want to be seen. She’s a bit chubby, wearing a small striped blue and white outfit that seems to be made of a stretchy material.
“Sal, Sal. Dad.” she says in a hushed whisper. “Can we get something to eat too?” She asks sweetly, and loudly, tugging at his hands that are almost as big as her. He puts his hand to his pointed goatee, as if to think and then nods with a brighter smile. “Okay, but I think we’ll have to find and make it ourself.” He tells her, in a louder voice.
He grabs from behind the counter a bottle of rum, trying to sneak it past her and looks for something else. He finds a cooler case labeled “juice”, tucked away in a corner behind the counter and he picks out some iced apple juice in a carton for her. Ruka points to the counter sternly with a frown. Her dad puts the rum back on the counter, from behind his back and looks ashamed. Ruka smiles and grabs a carton of grape juice to hand to him. She giggles and pats his side.
Then he picks her up like she weighs absolutely nothing and sets her on top of his shoulder to look more closely for a menu. He assumes it will be higher up. The snakes are careful to keep their distance from her. But the snake hair can and does easily smooth out their edges to allow her to pet them. And they become more dormant and friendly around Ruka. Almost becoming more playful themselves.
“Ruka, no need to hide.” He says to her as he motions to her ears. Ruka pulls her owl mask back behind her head. It looks the same upside down as up right. There are earmuffs behind the mask and she holds onto them, then hesitantly pulls them down to her neck. She smiles and tells Sal they should make “something vegetarian” for herself, and “some kind of very rare meat” for him. She produces a small cloth bag and pours it onto the counter to leave behind for anyone as payment. It’s an almost endless supply of wooden coins. The bag is seemingly bottomless.
“You know those won’t work here Ruka, you know better than to try and pass those off as currency.” Salvador apologizes profusely to onlookers for their rudeness as he helps his daughter pick them up and scoop them back into the bag. Even the snakes help, to individually pick up coins. “I wonder if I can start a tab of some sort here?” He asks, with uncertainty in his voice, standing back up.
He looks around once more, to make sure no one’s there and rereads the sign. “Get it yourself!” It reads. “Did someone add an exclamation mark to that sign?” He scratches his brow. Then shrugs and steps around the counter to fumble around for ingredients. The oven and such are all within visible range and reaching distance.
He then notices someone behind the counter he didn’t see before. His daughter jumps back behind him, with a remarkable sense of agility, his balloons lowering automatically to let her through. She hides and braces with her earmuffs, closing her eyes whilst his metal snakes flare up on alert, just out of reflex.
He then senses that there is no danger at the time coming from this person, and lowers his guard and turns around, to tap Ruka’s shoulder and tell her it’s okay to do the same. Salvador again apologizes and steps back to the other side of the counter to ask the sharply dressed man for their meals.
He doesn’t mean to impose on the mysterious server. Sal does not expect a speedy response, as the man prepares drinks. And seems just a bit busy. Salvador is unsure whether he should feel bad for sneaking behind the counter for the juice boxes but Ruka swiftly pokes him and shakes her head, disapprovingly. As if picking up on her father’s feelings of guilt.
@Dark Light
As he steps into some lighting, his face and hand are illuminated, they are covered in what appears to be freshly pink scar tissue. A multitude of silver facial piercings, glimmer in the light of the day, shining through the overhead hatched opening, which bathes the room in a warm glow. It revealed an ugly muzzle, adorned with strangely fashioned facial hair. A strangely taboo looking individual, at least that’s how he felt he looked to strangers.
Salvador’s custom made coat is jet black, and looks almost reflective. Though anyone guessing, would find it difficult to tell what kind of material the coat is made from. As he takes another step in, something looking like balloons tied to his back also squeeze in. They jumble around and reorganize themselves, seemingly of their own accord.
When Salvador solemnly stands away from the entrance, to make room for others, he appears almost meek. At least in body language, not so much in stature. Like a shy teddy bear. When the pack of eight “balloons” move into place, with their slightly obscured tubes, they look almost like a set of wings in arrangement.
But they aren’t really balloons, it’s just the nature of them that resembles those. Anyone standing close enough would see clearly that they’re floating glass bags, filled with something of a reddish-gold tint. Something within them, bubbling, maybe even boiling? It’s hard to tell. The man has a belt with a few daggers nested safely in their holsters.
He takes stout steps and pulls back his hood. Revealing an inside lined with short metallic blades of some kind. His bald head is then etched in reddening lines, drawing deeper. Then, the blood bubbles and seeps back in and molten tendrils slither out. Now the contents of the glass bags seem more telling.
The tendrils form thin but flexible blades that move independently from each other and their host. Then they further form mouths, and heads resembling that of many tangled cobras. Although they also lay a bit flat, like actual hair. Somewhat like dreadlocks, if they were wide, iron, and sentient. It’s tamer towards the base of the skull. Though, they can also change their length at will, they’re roughly the same length, at current.
The towering heap of a man smiles grimly as he stands at the bar and looks for a bartender.
He asks in a deep, reverberant voice for two drinks, to no one in particular. One of the beverages non-alcoholic. His hands are trembling, but his jade eyes show kindness and patience.
He then notices a sign that didn’t appear to be there before that says only; “Get it yourself.”
A small child with ruffled short brown hair and an owl mask runs in the doors shortly after, to hide behind him from the strangers, like she doesn’t want to be seen. She’s a bit chubby, wearing a small striped blue and white outfit that seems to be made of a stretchy material.
“Sal, Sal. Dad.” she says in a hushed whisper. “Can we get something to eat too?” She asks sweetly, and loudly, tugging at his hands that are almost as big as her. He puts his hand to his pointed goatee, as if to think and then nods with a brighter smile. “Okay, but I think we’ll have to find and make it ourself.” He tells her, in a louder voice.
He grabs from behind the counter a bottle of rum, trying to sneak it past her and looks for something else. He finds a cooler case labeled “juice”, tucked away in a corner behind the counter and he picks out some iced apple juice in a carton for her. Ruka points to the counter sternly with a frown. Her dad puts the rum back on the counter, from behind his back and looks ashamed. Ruka smiles and grabs a carton of grape juice to hand to him. She giggles and pats his side.
Then he picks her up like she weighs absolutely nothing and sets her on top of his shoulder to look more closely for a menu. He assumes it will be higher up. The snakes are careful to keep their distance from her. But the snake hair can and does easily smooth out their edges to allow her to pet them. And they become more dormant and friendly around Ruka. Almost becoming more playful themselves.
“Ruka, no need to hide.” He says to her as he motions to her ears. Ruka pulls her owl mask back behind her head. It looks the same upside down as up right. There are earmuffs behind the mask and she holds onto them, then hesitantly pulls them down to her neck. She smiles and tells Sal they should make “something vegetarian” for herself, and “some kind of very rare meat” for him. She produces a small cloth bag and pours it onto the counter to leave behind for anyone as payment. It’s an almost endless supply of wooden coins. The bag is seemingly bottomless.
“You know those won’t work here Ruka, you know better than to try and pass those off as currency.” Salvador apologizes profusely to onlookers for their rudeness as he helps his daughter pick them up and scoop them back into the bag. Even the snakes help, to individually pick up coins. “I wonder if I can start a tab of some sort here?” He asks, with uncertainty in his voice, standing back up.
He looks around once more, to make sure no one’s there and rereads the sign. “Get it yourself!” It reads. “Did someone add an exclamation mark to that sign?” He scratches his brow. Then shrugs and steps around the counter to fumble around for ingredients. The oven and such are all within visible range and reaching distance.
He then notices someone behind the counter he didn’t see before. His daughter jumps back behind him, with a remarkable sense of agility, his balloons lowering automatically to let her through. She hides and braces with her earmuffs, closing her eyes whilst his metal snakes flare up on alert, just out of reflex.
He then senses that there is no danger at the time coming from this person, and lowers his guard and turns around, to tap Ruka’s shoulder and tell her it’s okay to do the same. Salvador again apologizes and steps back to the other side of the counter to ask the sharply dressed man for their meals.
He doesn’t mean to impose on the mysterious server. Sal does not expect a speedy response, as the man prepares drinks. And seems just a bit busy. Salvador is unsure whether he should feel bad for sneaking behind the counter for the juice boxes but Ruka swiftly pokes him and shakes her head, disapprovingly. As if picking up on her father’s feelings of guilt.
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You shouldn't give up on these. They're still really good ideas.
Lei felt unbalanced as he approached the group of people and heard the man laughing. He regained his composure as Lei got close enough to hear what was being said. He nodded at the two standing in front of the old blind man and looked him over as he said:
"My name is God-Speaker Mesu, and I have indeed heard of your Tanka. He came with another man, I believe by the name of Fan Gang. They left our Temple some time ago, with a small group of other men."
And continued after a sigh with "Many people have left our Temple as of late."
The last part wasn't so curious to him and didn't catch much of Lei's attention. But he wondered what a God-Speaker was though first deciding to ask of a more important matter, trying not to interrupt anyone.
"You know of my Master? Master Fan Gang was here? Do you know which way the group headed or what landmark they were heading towards?" He stopped himself as he was excited, trying to keep from asking too many questions at once. Before asking lastly:
"What exactly is a God-Speaker?"
"My name is God-Speaker Mesu, and I have indeed heard of your Tanka. He came with another man, I believe by the name of Fan Gang. They left our Temple some time ago, with a small group of other men."
And continued after a sigh with "Many people have left our Temple as of late."
The last part wasn't so curious to him and didn't catch much of Lei's attention. But he wondered what a God-Speaker was though first deciding to ask of a more important matter, trying not to interrupt anyone.
"You know of my Master? Master Fan Gang was here? Do you know which way the group headed or what landmark they were heading towards?" He stopped himself as he was excited, trying to keep from asking too many questions at once. Before asking lastly:
"What exactly is a God-Speaker?"
Hm, its still giving me the white boxed x treatment. Maybe its too long of a gif for signatures or something.
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