Greenguy

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Gybol listens to him quietly, still being rather guarded. He watched as the man walked out of the building and glanced down at the stop watch. He picks it up, gives it a quick look over, and slides it into a pocket that's up his sleeve before moving over to look out of the front door. He immediately puts up a bewildered looking act, as if he were watching a disappearing at for the first time. As the guards come walking in through the other door. He turns around at the sound, looking a bit panicked before exhaling in strong relief that it was Nina tailed by three guards. Wait, shit, three? Too good of a job there. Here's to hoping his art of bullshitting wasn't too rusty. "Right out the front, I was going to tail him but it just seemed too dangerous given his attempts on you and I didn't want to leave the safety of the shop. Wouldn't of mattered anyway, the old coot probably isn't old at all, pulled a disappearing act before I could even get a full grasp of what was going on."

He hurries on over to Nina, looking over her for a few moments. "You alright? He tried to make you faint or something but the shop kind of stopped him. Nothing funny feeling? Feeling more irritated at me than usual?" He then looks to the guards. "Look gentlemen I'm really sorry for losing him. How about dinner on the shop when you're available?

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Gybol raises an eyebrow at the reaction and remains his guarded sort of posture. The way the man reacted threw him off. He was expecting perhaps something more...two faced? He wasn't sure and it was something that he was going to have to mull over a bit later. He regards Richard carefully. As the man offered what he did, he grows a bit of a neutral expression and leans back into his seat

"Look, you came in and tried to throw your weight around. The girl you tried to faint is off getting a guard because you attempted to do harm. Yes, harm. Regardless of what you think it is, you attempted without her consent and not entirely in the interest of her well being. I do not have a good reason to trust you. If you can give me a good reason to do so, I'll consider what else you'd be willing to offer. And you can promise all you want, but given the way you reacted and how much my trinket means to you, I also cannot think of a perfect world where you would be able to keep that promise, so choose your words carefully."

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Gybol eased up a bit, or just made it look like he was a bit more relaxed. He was ready to move the moment he needed if the old man wanted to try something foolish. Thankfully, he didn't. If anything he'd offer the guard a free lunch if things happened poorly on his end but he didn't quite believe things to be. As he listened, he definitely regarded the old man's belongings a bit more keenly. Not in the sense of a thief would eye a prize, but more of someone weary of the likely literal shitstorm that would occur if things did not play out to his favor. He exhales a bit

"There we go. You could have been far more polite and asked for some privacy, then asked the question. Do me a solid and keep your hands where I can see them and I'll be a bit more polite, hrm? No. I didn't kill him. I found it on a skeleton years old. I mean years. Moss growing on the bones. As for the where, I cannot say. It's my route and it's a trade secret. The materials I gather could put someone six feet under were they used poorly, if you catch my concerns. This trinket has not given off any sort of magical nature as far as I'm aware of, so whether or not this is actually what you think it is or some pauper's cheap trick that they died with, I cannot say."

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Gybol looks to remain patient, but there is a very unamused look on his face when this old man had the gall to do something to his employee. There is a very brief moment where that anger flickers in his expression, but he's keeping a rather calm and polite smile on his face. "One moment." He looks over his shoulder. "Nina, don't forget to pick up the parcel today before your shift is over. We need the shipment for the new menu in a couple days." While this sounds like truth, it's his own little code of get the guards. He always gets his own parcels.

Once Nina is gone or has reacted, he turns his attention back toward the old man. "Your insistence is noted but in telling you I would be exposing my own secrets as to how this cafe runs. You mention that you have no intention to harm or threaten, but you've just admitted to attempting to do harm to my employee. I'm not exactly thrilled that your actions do not meet your hypothetical reassurances, so I'm going to call that bluff of yours and politely and once more refuse to answer that question. I assume by doing this, you are going to insist in other ways? Or are you going to explain why you are so insistent about why this matters to you? If such artifacts are common enough for you to know about them, then surely there is more reason to your actions and methodology than you're not letting on. I cannot be honest to a dishonest and vague question, if that makes sense."

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Gybol watches Nina go, he doesn't really blame her. In his mind this is getting ugly quickly and her safety was more important than his. He has more than one trick up his sleeve if this goes where he expects. As the old man pressures with his question, he keeps his more neutral, relaxed expression. "I told you, I found it on one of my trips. If you're not happy with that answer, I'd offer a refund but that isn't food. If you think turning the guards on me is going to get you anywhere, I assure you I'm in good favor, and in positive standing even with the necklace. Is there anything else? Or shall I disappoint you again?"

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Gybol for the most part just sits there with a raised eyebrow. He glances down at the identical amulet that's in the old man's hand and oddly cracks a smile. He reaches up to double check that his own necklace was on, sliding it between his fingers before finally speaking up "No, she wasn't around to teach. And no, I wasn't quite aware of its magical nature since it isn't magical, I just found it a pretty trinket." He tucks his necklace back under his shirt, his eyes more carefully looking toward the black orb before back at the old man

"As for me being the color I am, well, Dad claims he had it made with a rainbow and nine months later a heavily confused Myti came out of the woods with a midget and a baby me." Despite the casualness of his attitude and the clear making fun of himself, his posture is tense and guarded.

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Gybol for the most part watches the man enjoy his food. It's always nice to see that little line of reactions to how things taste for someone. His own kind of treat in a way. As the old man mentions the necklace. His hand instinctively goes over it for a moment and he could mentally recall the rotting bones that he had found this on. He exhales a bit as he leans back into his chair a bit.

"Found it on one of my trips out of town. Any particular reason why you'd like to know?"

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Gybol for the most part enjoys some food in the back, leaving dinner for Nina if she wanted since she was hiding out in the back. He didn't blame her, she was in a city where freaks were not exactly the fondest of sights and yet here she was working for one. As he listened in to the conversation, he grew a curious look. Sure people wanted to know just how in the world his flavor was the way it was, but that was his trade secret. "I'll be right out, sir. Give me just a moment to clean up a bit back here."

And clean he does, getting his apron set aside for now since it was as slow as it was. He was somewhat grateful for the relief. This morning had done him a lot of income, which will help later for his hunting trips. He makes his way out of the kitchen with a soft smile and makes his way to the table. He'll slide into a chair nearby, not really bothered that the old man was the way he was.

"How can I help you, was the food alright?"

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With a soft glare toward Nina's behavior that could be subsituted for daggers, he steps out of the kitchen and glances over at the Menu. "Of course Sir. If you would like refreshment such as water or tea, Nina here will be able to assist you. And understood on the no salt! I'll add a little extra of something else for you." He then heads back into the kitchen, paying little mind to the fact that the man had his own issues. This will have to be a talk for later and a very polite warning that if she can't treat customers with respect, she can find another job somewhere else. Or likely fail to do so given her attitude. It was an odd choice of soup to not have salt, considering it was a meatbased kind of soup, however it wasn't anything a little extra seasoning couldn't fix.

Throwing on the fire for the stove, he got the broth going and quietly began to chop up a few greens, a bit of meat on the side. Who knew that there was more than what ever passed for chicken for common bird meat. Worked like a charm to get the stress out of a the day. He adds in a few of the greens and, cracking an egg, the rest of the protein to get through the actual day. Once the bowl was set up, he took out that special vial he had and added in one drop. Just to get the taste to slowly ease in and help the meal be a relaxing one. Wasn't salt based and it was more seasoning none of the less. He sets the soup on the waiter's hotplate and gets a second bowl prepared as a just in case.

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If there was one thing that made Gybol's Cafe stand out, it was the lack of consistent, pleasant use of color. Tables had different designs over them that made little sense, the walls had pictures sent in that over all just do not match. It's a very chaotic sort of cafe, unique in the fact that color isn't the same where ever you look. Gybol seems to pride himself on that and in his strangeness. Whether or not it was from him wanting to be creative, or artistic, he never says. Nina was...well, she was Nina. He appreciated her work, he tipped her well too when days like this came up. He knew that she didn't quite like the job but he preferred things his way. It was safer for the both of them after all

As the day began to wrap up, he would take a moment to step out back and find a passerby who looked like they needed a hand. He'd hire them to wash dishes for him, a small job for a small amount of pay, but something that he could talk to them during if they wanted. It was his daily ritual in a way. Sure he didn't want attention, but this was his one break from his day-to-day isolation. His kitchen would be as confusing as his actual cafe, but for an entirely different reason. While sure every spice and seasoning is labeled, so is every object in the kitchen. Plates, spatulas, it didn't matter. Each labeled by what color they are. Gybol had a second mutation along with his color-changing skin. Colors were never consistent to him. Infact on Nina's first few days of work, he had her tell him the color of everything in his cafe so he could label it all.

His thought process was disrupted with a small frown on his face at the mention of a "freak". He straightens up from his oven cleaning to look at the man and gives a bit of a surprised look. He'll wait for the man to speak up, giving him all the time he needs to think things through.