Belle merely stared at the odd pair that sat in front of her, not quite sure what to make of them. These girls were... Different. That much was for sure. Even though what the young girl had said was odd for a girl her age, she wasn't necessarily wrong. As much as everyone didn't want to think of it, none of them knew how long it would take for this small area would remain unharmed. Who was to say that they weren't on borrowed time to begin with.
"A water and a juice, coming right up," Belle told the customers, flashing them a smile before, turning and strutting back to the bar.
"Hey, Belle?" She looked over her shoulder to see Melody approaching yet again, looking less panicked from moments before. "I think I'm all caught up. Need me to take that table?"
Belle shook her head, using the designated taps to pour the drinks. "No, I can handle it," she reassured her. "Besides, I don't know if you want them. They're a bit... Off."
"Off as in...?"
"As in I'm doing you a favor and telling you not to worry about them."
Melody merely rolled her eyes. "If you say so," she sighed, looking at the table from across the restaurant. "You think they're travelers?"
"You need to ask?" Belle retorted, following her sister's gaze to the table as well. "They're definitely not from around here..."
DING! THUD!
Bella's eyes shot to the front of the restaurant as the front door swung open, smacking into the wall as it did so. In came a man in strange armor, encasing and fitting his entire body. Intimidating and followed by two soldiers behind him, he left the entire diner silent by his presence. There were only so many that wore suites such as his, and with a golden scheme on both the suite and the garb of his soldiers, there was no doubt who they were; the an Ultimatum Elite and his soldiers.
(For an idea of what they look like. Just picture with a gold scheme I guess... =/)
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Belle was frozen, merely staring at the Elite as he walked in slowly, looking about with each step he took. No one dared moved, what had brought the Elite here? What could he want?
"Belle...?" Melody asked in a hushed tone, but her older sister merely put herself in front of Melody, not once taking her eyes off of the man and his soldiers as she did so.
"Go to the kitchen," Belle whispered cautiously. "Tell everyone-"
"Those two!"
Belle stopped short as the Elite spoke, watching as he pointed toward the table on the other side of the diner; to the odd pair Belle had been waiting on. He then turned his head toward her, her heart skipping a beat as he pointed straight toward her.
"And the young girl, bring them!"
The young...? No... He didn't mean... The soldiers split up, grabbing from they're sides they're coiled chain-linked whips, flicking they're wrists as they elongated into full length silver staffs. One made her way toward the table. The other, toward the bar with her eyes set on Melody.