Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Cold air embraced Lorsette on a late, winter afternoon. Grey clouds hung in the sky, threatening to snow on the city which already suffered the horrendous blizzard; piles of snow being evident where there was room. A soft sigh escaped Preston's mouth as he stared out the second story window of Lorsette High School, the common student chatter occurring around him. The upcoming weekend left everybody excited, students planning sleepovers, hangouts and various other common events; especially considering it would be a long weekend. Work covered a majority of the student's desks as they opted to pile their homework for the weekend to text friends, proceeding with their arrangements. The teacher was distracted by his computer, evidently having more fixation on the technology opposed to his students. Meanwhile, Preston's desk remained clear of worksheets, each being stored in his binder, completed as expected for the intelligent student striving to become a doctor. There were few plans for his weekend, the blond already knowing he prayed Zachary would allow him to converse with his mother for an entire day. The remaining days would be used enjoying Alice's company, the young teenager aware his foster father's daughter viewed him as a big brother.
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As he proceeded to stare outside, watching people walk down the distant sidewalks as conversations proceeded and the clock softly ticked. Tick, tick, tick. Then finally a loud ringing bell erupted through the building, informing students they could finally escape. When the ringing began, their teacher jumped, hastily standing to his feet in a desperate attempt to appear professional while he addressed his students. As expected, homework was assigned, but the angel merely shrugged off the notion considering the marked pages were already accomplished in the allotted class time. Quickly, students were gathering their materials and storming into the hallway while Preston calmly grabbed his binder, pencil case and the book he recently finished when the class was ending. In an organized manner, the young blond pushed his chair in, weaving through the emptied desks and exited through the front door. Smoothly, the angel weaved through the variety of students, hearing tidbits of the usual school gossip and enthusiastic planning sessions.
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When his locker was located, Preston effortlessly weaved through, balances his items in one hand while the other gracefully twisted the combination lock until it popped open. Quickly, the binder was placed on the top shelf alongside his textbooks before Preston turned towards his schedule. The paper was secured by magnets and currently, the classes listed provided no homework to infiltrate his weekend. A brief smile touched the blond's face, his mother would possess another reason to be prideful of his academic capabilities. Hastily, the blond grabbed his coat, tugging it over the faint blue sweater then proceeded to tug his favourite toque over his head. A moment was spared to check his pockets, the angel hearing the soft jingle of coins and feeling the stiff, smooth sensation of a pair of bills. There was enough money for a quick stop at Crescent Moon Cafe to purchase his favourite type of doughnut alongside a small hot chocolate.
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The high school student clutched the zipper of his black jacket, promptly zipping it up until it rested comfortably below his chin. Carefully, he grabbed his book, placing it into the bag before slinging the strap over his shoulder. Once finished, a majority of the students planning to take the bus already vacated the hallways, leaving the many who would have requested rides from parents or planned to walk. Hastily, Preston walked towards the stairwell, opening the door to quickly descend the steps, caution evident from those early years of scolding for recklessly sprinting down the stairs. He exited the school, feeling the brisk breeze blow past, already reddening his pale cheeks. There was a brief shiver before the young angel proceeded forward, navigating the sidewalks while fishing out his phone for a moment. Carefully, the young teen held his finger on the home button, his fingerprint unlocking the device. A few quick taps allowed him to open the messenger, eyes flitting between the hastily written text to his foster father and the path in front of him.
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Hey, Zac? I am just going to the cafe for a bit, so I will be home a little later. Hope that is okay.
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There was a pause, Preston glancing between the screen and the direction he walked. Once the word delivered appeared below his speech bubble, the blond placed his cellphone back into his pocket. Steps were quick as the angel drew closer to the cafe, a large grin touching his face when he noticed the sign which read 'Cresent Moon Cafe'. Hastily, the young student proceeded forward, pushing the door open, a quiet bell ringing above him. The angel moved towards the counter, counting his money before providing the exact amount for white icing doughnut with sprinkles and a small hot chocolate. Once he received the sweet food and drink, the teen walked to a small table, providing his snack with a tiny grin; an excellent way to begin a long weekend.
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The white porcelain mug softly clacked against the round, hardwood table as Rosa's slender fingers released from its handle. Her face exhibited a rather sombre expression with respect to the dilemma disclosed to her. The young demon lady promptly clasped both hands together whilst the hazel hues of her eyes gazed onto the dispirited form of her superficial 'friend', whom she simply referred to as Cassie. It was definitely a pleasant surprise, Cassie so casually divulging sensitive information about her family to an individual she has known for a mere 5 months. Moreover, it was certainly uncharacteristic for the seemingly boisterous and problematic girl to expose her fragile nature as such. Cassie's strings were entirely under Rosa's control at this point. The unfortunate young woman has gone from a textbook bully, to being harassed due to her alleged promiscuity, thanks in no small part to Rosa, only to find solace in the young demon's company in the end.
The demon girl calmly sprang out from the sofa, feigning ignorance to Cassie's situation as she surveyed the near vicinity of their compartment for any soul nearby. The cafe appeared to be sparsely populated as of current, with the nearest group being on the compartment opposite to them. Rosa then slowly ambled closer to Cassie, the tungsten lamp overhead shining over her vibrant magenta hair adorned by a black ribbon with crimson red accents. As always, Rosa clothed herself in accordance to her personal dress code, with a woollen trench-coat displaying similar black and crimson patterns, along with being decorated with faux fur around the collar, armholes and hem. At the end of her thick, black thigh-high socks embroidered with ornate gothic patterns were her thick leather boots silently treading the wooden floor before stopping as Rosa stared at Cassie
Rosa already has prior knowledge to Cassie's older brother having to partake in criminal and AP operations in his efforts to support her financially. True enough, that may be the sole reason Cassie is still within Rosa's presence, otherwise the demon girl would have knowingly let the grave allegations fester and drive her to ruin. "I don't know what to do anymore Rosa, he's not a bad person, I swear... but tomorrow night will be different..." choked out as tears ultimately began cascading down her face and sullying her makeup. Before long, Rosa slipped herself against the polyester sofa and slid herself closer to Cassie. Afterwards, she nonchalantly pulled Cassie into a tight embrace. "You really are a brave girl Cassie... but you already know the right thing to do." Rosa responded, the sincerity in her voice quite apparent....
NO, there must be another way!... I can't lose him, not like this!
Following Rosa's reply, Cassie began trembling uncontrollably as a most unpleasant thought had been implanted her mind. Cassie promptly clutched the demon girl's arm before flashing a most troubled expression, her sobs gradually intensifying. Cassie then ranted in between her wailing "I-I don't trust... the mounties or the TRS!... do you h-have any... idea how many times those pigs ignored me and failed, and now... and now my brother hates m-". Before Cassie could finish, Rosa hastily closed in, the sides of their faces now rubbing against one another. "You are stronger than this Cassie..." Rosa softly declared whilst her lips neared the ears. Before giving Cassie a time to react, Rosa's lithe finger ruffled through her long, wavy blonde hair with pink highlights. "It must have been hard... knowing that this messed up society can't even lift a finger to help your brother..." Rosa whispered, placating the unsettled Cassie shortly after.
What am I even doing?... Rosa doesn't have to be involved in this...
"I can help you Cassie, I know good people from the TRS who will understand you... they'll be able to save him I'm sure of it..." Rosa added further right after transmitting certain notions within Cassie's head. A small pause followed before Rosa gently clasped the now appeased Cassie, pulling her face away so as to gaze at her directly. As utterly distasteful as it may be for the demon girl, such an outcome was arguably inevitable. Out of respect for the perfect execution of this side-quest, as inconsequential and trivial it may be with regards to her ultimate goal, Rosa slowly closed the distance between their lips... Hopefully her maids are not secretly observing, as she had carefully plotted, it would be quite the inconvenience if Morgana criticizes her 'unladylike' acts once again. Then again, nothing necessarily lewd with two high-school aged girls sharing a-
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Upon sighting and identifying the person entering from an adjacent mirror, a boy from their school no less, Rosa instinctively placed two fingers in between their lips moments before contact. Unbeknownst to the one particular blonde boy who entered, Rosa owed him for giving her an excuse to cease such an indecent course of action. Nevertheless, Cassie palpably succumbed to the intended effect as any and all traces of gloom had quickly vanished from her discoloured face, instead being replaced with wide eyes and a beaming smile. "So... tomorrow... 10pm at the docks eh?... I can-" Rosa suggested in a soft voice before being abruptly stopped by Cassie's hand vigorously shaking her by the shoulders whilst chuckling. "Oh... Rosa, like seriously?!... thanks, but I think I know what to do now..." Cassie proudly declared before wiping her sullied makeup with a handkerchief and springing out from the sofa.
I have no choice… I must deal with those AP bastards myself... before they take him away…
Such were the thoughts permeating within Cassie's head as she hastily packed her things. Little did she know of the fact that the AP escape operation taking place tomorrow night involves a few high-profile serial killers, and knowing Cassie, this will do little to deter her rash actions. Rosa, with an ostensibly worried expression on her face quickly stood up before inquiring "Cassie, are you sure? Will you be okay?". As for the increasingly flustered Cassie running halfway to the exit, she merely blurted out "I have a plan, will message you tomorrow. GOTTA GO!" to which Rosa replied loudly "OKEE CASSIE, YA GO GIRL!". As soon as Cassie left, she sighed and flashed the cafe staff and other patrons an apologetic smile. Cassie will most probably earn her place in tomorrow's midnight news, she has served Rosa's cause well...
for Preston Clark , @rosa hope i don't get carried away indeed >:'D
Amidst all the quietness of the Crescent Moon Cafe, a young woman sits at a table in the far left corner, books wide open and held by long, slender hands. She reads silently without any disturbance, her tongue not speaking, yet her mind narrating the events of what is happening in the book in her mind.
The library is strangely quiet; no new visitors have decided to show up this fateful day, so she decided to grab some books, bring some money, and hurry out of the library whilst saying goodbye to Kaylie beforehand. The taxi ride to Crescent Moon Cafe had been fast enough, and she was in the vicinity within a few minutes. Her books are suitable to be read at the quietest corner of the cafe, so she chooses the far left corner and proceeds to read... without ordering anything at all.
It just so happens, that Crescent Moon Cafe was both a good choice... and bad choice at the same time when it comes to a place to read books. There would be constant disturbances, like a waitress taking her order (she appreciates staff approaching her for her order, so she's not annoyed with this), or the cries of a teenage girl in a distance, for instance. Sometimes she loses focus on what she was reading, before finally she had regained it back.
It was mostly quiet, save for the crying girl Zoraya had no chance of stopping, but not until the door opens with the usual 'ring' does she look away from the book and take a moment to look at the new visitor. Nothing special about him, really. Just a blonde, high school boy in the midst of visiting one of the most popular cafes in Lorsette.
She rolls her eyes and turns back to the book, reading again.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] While Preston slowly walked towards his chosen location of sitting, he noticed the other occupants in the Cresent Moon Cafe. Tables were taken by many, however, the spot with the large, leather sofa was occupied by two young girls, both seemingly around his age. They were conversing since he entered the establishment, the blond even managed to notice them spare a glance in his direction when he entered. The purple hair styled in a pixie cut was naturally a familiar face, Preston's mind managing to provide her with a name in a few moments. Rosalynn Halogan was a popular girl in high school, gaining plenty of friends and envious individuals. Jealousy was sparked through her immense wealth and the long list of friends by some, however, the blond could care little about the social girl. Once his mother managed to recover from her horrible illness, he would happily return into her loving arms and watch as the pleasant days returned. Popularity or wealth was trivial considering all the blond desired was his mother to return. Stationed in a corner table, Preston's usual sitting location was taken by a woman with long, black hair.
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Grasped in her hands was a book, her eyes seemingly focused on the text hidden inside the pages. The young boy was mildly curious about the book the dark-haired woman was reading, however, she was entirely a stranger. Conversing with strangers was not an interest for the introverted, blond angel, thus, he merely skimmed the tabled until discovering a single, dark-coloured table near the back of the cafe. Clutched in Preston's hand was a bag with his precious doughnut inside while his other kept slender fingers wrapped around the plain, white porcelain handle. Steam floated up from the brown liquid in his cup, the smell of hot chocolate reaching Preston's nose, exciting him for his snack. Once he reached the isolated table, he softly set down the bag alongside the mug, the gentle wrinkling of paper and the clink of porcelain against the table reaching his ears. Afterwards, he sat on a padded chair, discovering comfort in the quiet area. Carefully, Preston grabbed the porcelain mug, lifting it to his lips and sipping the hot liquid. It flowed over his tongue, providing him with a wonderfully sweet taste which resulted in a smile touching his lips briefly.
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The warmth which radiated from the cup was pleasant on the cool winter day, manifesting a special type of comfort. A deep breath was sucked into his lungs before Preston released an extensive exhale. The cup was placed back onto the table as he slowly opened the bag, retrieving the delicious confection from the depths. The male angel's open hand fetched his phone from the depths of his pocket, checking for any messages before clicking the e-book app to discover a new book to read. Eventually, he began scrolling through the app, searching as he vaguely listened to the shout of the nearby pair of girls before one exited the cafe. The situation was unknown to Preston, but his attention promptly faded afterwards. However, the sudden exclaims were a distraction from searching for a proper book to settle down and read while he enjoyed his doughnut and beverage. With a single finger, Preston scrolled through his while the other brought the doughnut close to his mouth, allowing him to take a bite of the delectable baked good. The sweet tastes arrived in his mouth, prompting joy in the form of a reserved smile. These were the moments he frequently desired on account of the enjoyable calmness of a pleasant snack at the fantastic cafe.
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Eventually, Preston discovered a suitable book in his collection of purchases, particularly one he was craving to read for an extensive amount of time. Promptly, the blond clicked on the book title as he chewed his doughnut, settling down to read the book he chose. The hum of people socializing remained in the air as other customers ordered their foods and beverages before leaving or settling down to converse for a brief amount of time. Ignoring the occurrences around him were easy, especially after Rosalynn had ceased the socializing which resulted in exclaims; loudness made it difficult to focus. As Preston began reading through the book, he kept nibbling on his delicious doughnut, only pausing briefly to take a sip of the hot chocolate.
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[ I BEHAVED MYSELF! lol ]
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The moment the blonde-haired angel set off in the establishment, Rosa was already in the process of recognizing him. As soon as the bulk of the demon's consciousness has been withdrawn from the departing Cassie, Rosa furtively shifted her engrossment towards the introverted boy in question. Her casual apologetic gesture towards the cafe staff and patrons, the angel boy included, was followed by her slowly swivelling on one heel and facing her table from where her drinks, purse and phone were situated. It was as if the earlier tension with Cassie mere moments prior was completely behind her. A quick glance has more than necessary for the noble demon girl to accurately and decisively profile him, his reddish-orange eyes and consistently dispassionate expression were enough evidence to say the least.
Preston Clark, one of the school's top-notcher with regards to academic related concerns, also renowned for his noticeably cold demeanour towards others, resulting in his lack of friends. Some of students regard him with spite due to his supposedly pretentious and analytical nature while others see him as a sort of prodigy far out of their league, such is the burden of an adolescent his age possessing such intellect, it is after all one of the main factors behind Rosa's calculated decision to maintain consistently above-average grades. Nonetheless, a scant few were cognizant to Preston's private affairs. Rosa could not help but perform her own covert investigation regarding the secretive angel who spent most his time alone, the AP seemed to be fond of his type so to speak.
The results of her analysis proved somewhat disappointing. No connections to AP or major criminal organizations, just the archetypal domestic drama of the proletariat, though admittedly an interesting one. Regardless, getting such a fellow genius within her inner circles might prove most beneficial in the future. Now the only question that remained is how to initiate their first encounter in the most reasonable, non-suspicious manner while concurrently sticking to her established persona. Rosa promptly released her brain from its usual overdrive and carefully heeded the available options. Just as Rosa sauntered over to the area adjacent to Preston, the sly demon girl took the opportunity to shift her hazel eyes leftwards while the young angel immersed himself onto the contents of his phone.
The demon hastily processed the crucial information she required for a conversation topic. It would appear as though the e-book he was reading was something Rosa is unfamiliar with, she is not exactly a bookish person per se. It did, however, remind her of a certain B-grade film with the exact same title... that was her cue. Rosa was well aware that a precarious start to the conversation was inevitable, considering Preston's introverted nature. No reason to suddenly betray her character and act like an intellectual, her words should be enough to amend to ensuing conflict. "Ooh is that like, The Vagrant?!" Rosa abruptly blurted out to Preston prior to leaning in a bit closer. Clearing her throat, she then softened her smile and claimed "Ah... sorry, didn't mean to like, spy or anythin'... but I really liked that story". Again, she was actually referring to an entirely different film, although Preston did not necessarily have to know that for now.
Rosa took extra measures in maintaining a distance between them that would have been comfortable for the boy, coming on too strongly would only backfire against her. "Say, ya must be..." Rosa uttered, shortly before holding her lips together as she pretended to be deep in thought. "Ah you're like, Clarkson Pressly!" She declared before lightheartedly pointing towards him. Of course she had prior knowledge of his name, yet suddenly recognizing an apparent stranger out of the blue would have been perceived as suspicious by the sharp young lad. "Am... I right... or somethin'?" She queried with a tinge of doubt now affecting her tone. In retrospect to her previous observations, she began anticipating a dismissive remark to follow suit.
for Preston Clark , @rosa boi, poor Preston >:'D this came out late tho, sorry bout that ;o;
The happenings of the world seem lost to her now. Her attention was successfully sucked into the world of the book she was reading, and there is no possible way of getting out too easily. She scans the book and looks at the pictures drawn there, and it gives her an idea about what is going on, but pictures only help you truly realize the truth. You have imagination and craftiness to complete the picture of a world you so desperately want to know so you may join it and mingle with its people. Zoraya is more pleased with fictional worlds more than she likes the real world, she realizes.
In the real world, there's only so much of a small spot of joy in a life so short and dominated with the bad things in life. Maybe this is why she envies happier people, especially those in fairy tales or stories. The beginning poses as much of a problem for the characters, but in the end they get what they want and live a happy ending. But here in the real world, there is no happy ending yet. Terrors invade the world and it leaves people in unrest and sorrow.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, before continuing to read the book again.
If Zoraya were to estimate correctly, about an hour and a few minutes have passed since she'd entered the Cafe. People come in and come out occasionally. It gets noisier at times, and quieter at times. Zory minds her own business. She's too busy relating to the tale she had been reading only minutes ago; from Chapter 1 she has finally advanced to Chapter 15 and have reached the rather most exciting point of the story.
But she feels as though someone is watching her, and so she stops reading and perks her head up, turning to the crowded tables; and sees the blond boy about to be seated on his own place. Nothing is familiar about the boy; she's only seen him once (twice if she were to count how many times she's looked at him), but she could form speculations as to who he is and where he is currently learning. High school junior, about 14-16 years old (she couldn't be sure), and rather quiet. She smacks herself inwardly and turns back to her book. Why mind a young boy's business when you have something to do yourself?
As she was about to turn to the next page, a waitress approaches and lays a cup of milk tea and chocolate cake on her table. Immediately she turns away from the book after identifying the aroma of her drink. "Thank you," She says to the waitress, who bows with a smile before leaving for the counter. Then she turns back to the book again, about to read once more, with her slender fingers holding up the cup near her lips--
Zoraya almost spills the drink on the book after jolting upward from her seat, surprised with the sudden exclamation from a girl. She looks at where the blond boy and girl are situated, expression bewildered, before noticing a few eyes staring at her with confusion. She quickly whips her head to her book and her face heats up in embarrassment.
So much for trying to know what The Vagrant is, She thinks to herself, mind unable to process the words passing by her eyes anymore. Though I am interested in it, I cannot risk embarrassment in this place, of all places. I should probably leave soon, regrettably...
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Fixation was placed on the screen which displayed a variety of words for the first chapter of The Vagrant by Peter Newman as Preston settled in his seat. A brief glance was taken towards the battery power which managed to remain at a promising 82% due to hardly touching his phone during school hours. Plenty of time could be spent reading through the starting chapter without worrying about wasting the entirely of his phone's battery. A small smile touched the blond angel's face before disappearing to settle down and read the precious words of a story he was endlessly curious about. While he read, Preston took a small bite from his doughnut, the sweetness entering his mouth, delighting the youthful blond. Despite being mostly focused on the words on his phone's screen, the male angel still fully enjoyed the sweet, chocolatey tastes of both the doughnut and his hot chocolate. While Preston did not commonly purchase sweets, he could easily enjoy an occasional indulgence in the delicious tastes of the warm consumables. Quickly, the angelic student was engrossed in the words of the story, becoming completely unaware of Rosalynn's staring and similar to the dark-haired stranger sitting at another table.
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As words were thoroughly read and digested, Preston kept taking small bites of his doughnut. The start of the book was incredible as appraisal stated numerous times, which easily allowed the blond angel to get absorbed into the starting places in the book. Gradually, the intelligent boy managed to get further through chapter one, the header The Vagrant - Peter Newman Chapter 1 remained above the main reading material. The introduction to the world was interesting, Preston easily finding himself entirely fixated on the world, the interesting notion of the post-apocalyptic environment was both frightening and enthralling. Each word was digested, Preston's leg swaying back and forth as his imagination manifested these scenes and The Vagrant in his coat as he journeyed through New Horizon with intentions of- Suddenly, arrived the abrupt words spoken in a feminine voice, an outburst related to the title of the book. The motions of Preston's legs ceased, the blond straightened up in surprise as his amber eyes flitted towards Rosalynn Halogan... Why exactly the purple-haired noblewoman desired his attention was beyond the male youth, but obviously, he failed to detect her footsteps.
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The young girl mentioned the title of the book, stating it was a story she enjoyed, which resulted in Preston raising a brow; rarely would the young angel indulge in movies, thus he remained unaware of the movie that possessed a similar title.
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"You've... read it?" Preston mumbled out, attempting to mask the surprise in his words.
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Attention was taken from the story and instead given to Rosa, a soft sigh escaping the blond's lips from the interruption. There were desires to return to his book, but it became apparent the young girl desired conversation after her friend left. With a neutral expression, Preston kept casually eating his doughnut as he quietly listened. The fellow student got his name wrong, resulting in the blond shaking his head.
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"No... I'm Preston Clark," he corrected.
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The remaining third of the doughnut was placed on the plate, Preston picking up the white mug to sip some more hot chocolate. Warm liquid entered his throat, which would bring forth a calmness as the blond waited for the unexpected conversation to proceed, resulted in an acute annoyance; he wished to read rather than socialize. [break][break] [ XD Oh no! Preston has been found by Rosa! Also, no worries~! Stuff happens! Also, seriously, The Vagrant is a super good book. I love it. <3 ]
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The amber-hazel hues of Rosa's eyes locked onto that of Preston's, carefully examining the contours of his face. The warm-coloured glow of the cafe's lamps illuminated her tangy magenta hair and highlighted her skin to appear medium tan. He was quite a piece of art if Rosa may say so herself, those Italian painters back in the 16th century would have paid a ton of florins and assassinated many dukes for an exquisite specimen such as this boy. The demon girl was now beginning to understand the reason behind why angels were so coveted by the huddled masses of ignorant humans who so readily succumbed to the Halo Effect. A bit unfair in Rosa's honest opinion, for there were actually multitudes of her fellow demons with such comely features as well. Truly unfortunate that in this day and age, his type are basically bait for the increasing number of malcontent keyboard warriors who feel the need to harass anyone not of the minority or underprivileged races. Bonus points for being of the fair-skinned and blonde haired Angel variant.
Upon hearing his response, she immediately reverted back to her perky disposition. "Nope! But I kinda watched the film adaptation so it's technically like, the same thing eh?" Rosa blurted out. "Ayyyy, I toootally knew that boi, just like, messin' with ya... hehe...", the demon girl added, affecting a somewhat bashful tone for more authenticity. Then again, what she said was basically true. As expected, rumours regarding the cold and aloof young angel were crudely exaggerated. How can any non-bully, non-moronic and non-degenerate person look at Preston and claim that he will tell you off? "As for, *ahem*, lil' old me, ya can call me Rosa..." She proclaimed before leaning in slightly closer, still standing where she stood."...and imma call ya Pressy from now on, 'kay?" she asserted nonchalantly.
Naturally, Rosa's strikingly bubbly demeanour would have at least drawn a few curious eyes towards their direction, although those familiar with her social exploits might have a clearer picture. It is pretty much an established fact back at school that once Rosa sets her eyes on becoming acquainted with someone, she will most likely succeed. Social interaction to her was but a mere hunting process with everyone else being game. The target's physical description, temperament and habits were to be taken into account as certain procedures might not work or even completely backfire in some occasions. Utilization of the proper cognitive biases would be most ideal in this scenario. One wrong gaffe is all takes for someone of Preston's intellect to perceive Rosa's motive.
With regards to the pacing behind Preston's movements and his somewhat collected disposition, Rosa discerned the discontent brewing underneath his veil of stoicism. Soon after arbitrarily declaring his new nickname, Rosa straightened her posture before pointing at the right corner of her lips, grinning. "Ya have like.... some sweet doughy residue right here", she stated. Luckily for Preston, Rosa was thoughtful enough not to emulate the pervasive cliche of wiping it herself like many girls do in fictional settings, a little too early for that so to speak. "Say Pressy... ya sure do like them sweet, ring-shaped confections eh?" she beamed before suddenly turning towards the front counter. "Speakin' of sugary sweets, ey pops, the usual dozen please?!" she casually blurted out to the cafe attendant. "Ah, sorry 'bout that, needed a bunch for the road see?" she explained to Preston upon turning back, managing to close their distance a bit in the meantime.
for Preston Clark , @rosa Zory is eavesdropping for now, also sorry for the late reply!! ;o;
People come, people go. Zoraya is not totally cautious, but she at least knows what is going on around her even without looking. Waiters take orders. Customers either talk with friends or keep to themselves, Zoraya being one of the latter. Her leisurely reading could not be disturbed, even with the noise of the people around her mercilessly trying to distract her from her thoughts. One such distraction, Zoraya begrudgingly thinks, are the two youngsters a few tables away from her corner.
For a moment, she stops reading the book and turns her head slightly to where the blonde young boy sat. With him is the same girl accompanying the same crying girl who'd been the one disturbing her mentality for quite a few minutes. She has no problems with the whereabouts of other people -- in fact, she minds her own business most of the time -- but her mind constantly stops her from looking at a word only by hearing conversation going on. It makes her want to join them, but who was she to interfere with the talks of other people? On the other hand, she wants to tell them to keep their voice down, at least, but given the reputation of the cafe, that would probably be morbid hypocrisy on her part.
Looking at the two young people, however, she is reminded of the past moments from when she was their age; the sun hitting their faces as they walked, a group of friends walking along the old street that led to the cafe, a boy among their group who constantly looks at her with a small smile on his face... the way her cheeks would burn a bright pink, the way her friends would tease her after they see this-- the boy's bashful expression as he turns red as well--
Zoraya smiles tenderly and looks back at her book. Ah, the memories! This was how she first met him, her first love, the boy she always dreamed off at night. He'd forgotten his name, but he's still there in her mind and he cannot be removed-- the times they shared at the cafe, their dates around the city of Lorsette-- dreams of wanting to travel around the world with him and the rest of their friends-- their last date together, after his untimely death--
( a sniper, they said-- there was so much blood everywhere, panic sets the move of the place... The Assembly of Phantoms, she's heard, and then her vow to serve for an organization against this particular group, against evil crosses her mind-- and then she's finally decided, joining the TRS to rid the world of evil-- )
Zoraya huffs to herself, closing the book with a loud thump and setting it on the table. She has no intention of leaving this place, not yet. She stands up and turns to the nearby waitress, who looks at her with a questioning look in her eyes. "I'll only be out for a moment, I have to get something from nearby here. I'll be back." She tells her, and after receiving a nod, she walks to the door and goes outside to breath in some fresh air.
( she won't let her envy get the best of her, not now )
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Shyness kept Preston quiet, the introverted youth despising the interruption to his promising reading session. There was plenty of incredible literature for the young angel to enjoy, but it appeared Rosalynn was keen on initiating chatter with him. Admittedly, the blond believed the reasoning behind her incessant requirement for conversation was solely based upon her extensive friend's list. The purple-haired girl was immensely popular among the high school masses, the everlasting popularity contests he believed the popular students participated in potentially resulting in her wanting his favour. Genuinely, Preston believed the groups of popular students were constantly searching for approval and people to essentially side with their ridiculous opinions, however, he desired no participation in these affairs. Oftentimes, the shy, intelligent angel only concerned himself with his own business, preferring to solely focus on assisting his mother and becoming a doctor so he could assist the citizens of Lorsette no matter their species. Unfortunately, socializing was an inescapable pit and Preston knew better than to anger the popular students; rumours could spread through everywhere.
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Under most circumstances, the blond cared little about the thoughts of others, however, years still needed to pass before he officially graduated high school. Thus, the smart introvert knew the best course of action would be to play nicely to Rosalynn's attempts at conversation and avoid ridicule until he could finally break free from the binds of trivial high school matters. While there was a plethora of rudely transpired rumours, Preston never managed to hear them, especially considering students worked hard to freely share their gossip behind another's back; it was a savage jungle. The mention of a film adaptation raised a brow for Preston as he failed to recall any mention of somebody adapting The Vagrant by Peter Newman into a film.
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"Film adaptation?" He inquired in a soft voice. "Where can I find it?"
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When the book was finally completed, Preston knew he would be interested in watching the film adaptation of Peter Newman's ideas and how a director interpreted them. Post-apocalyptic worlds could result in plenty of interesting visuals, thus the blond was enticed by the notion of watching it. The subtle changes filmmakers were forced to do could potentially allow for an interest compare and contrast should he ever require one for English class. The proclamation of names resulted in Preston raising a brow at the nickname Rosa decided to provide him, however, he decided not to argue; nicknames were trivial in his opinion and there was nothing rude about the one the young girl picked. The blond merely nodded in response, his attention one diverting when he heard footsteps and the quiet ringing of the door's bell as a dark-haired woman exited the establishment. Casually, Preston took another bite of his doughnut, chewed for a few moments, then stuffed the rest in his mouth to complete the delicious dessert, however, he became unaware of the residue on the corner of his lip until Rosa pointed it. There was a slight reddening to his cheeks, the young teen quickly snatching a napkin to wipe away the icing on the right corner of his lip.
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When an inquired was made about enjoying doughnuts, Preston merely provided a shy nod. The blond easily became embarrassed by his momentary sloppiness since he preferred maintaining cleanliness to his nature. Doctors were supposed to be clean to avoid spreading sickness to their patients, however, he, unfortunately, failed briefly in those regards. At the mention of needing doughnuts for the road, there was a confused raise to his brow, but the angel merely nodded, deciding to not question the requirement; he was hoping he was not coming off as disinterested.
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Little blondie took the bait! Rosa was no fool of course, it was nigh implausible for such a B-grade horror-comedy film to have been based off a book, special emphasis on the 'horror-comedy' part. Furthermore, Rosa's prying eyes managed to skim past a portion that definitively implied the book's post-apocalyptic setting. The wily demon girl took the liberty of diverting the boy's attention from her earlier remark pertaining to a possible film adaptation of his book by casually mentioning the smudge by the corner of his lip. The fact that disgruntled and narrow-minded individuals back in school were actually so intent in painting him as a nasty, conceited young angel became more and more laughable each passing moment.
In the meanwhile, a certain brunette woman vacated her seat in a slight huff. The said seat was directly to their left, adjacent to the wall. Rosa already took the initiative of surveying the cafe patrons in the midst of Cassie's somewhat dramatic exit, having identified the woman as head of the public library. Just as she offhandedly exclaimed her order over the distance, she took the opportunity to scan the librarian's table briefly only to find a somewhat unnerved cafe attendant standing watch over the now unoccupied table. Atop the said table was a book along with a porcelain cup and an untouched slice of chocolate cake. It was quite palpable that Rosa's lighthearted socializing was bothersome for the librarian, despite the fact that such establishments were intended for social gatherings. Indeed, one should not expect cafe's to exude an ambience similar to that of libraries.
As for Preston's subtle gesture, the well-bred young young demon easily caught on. "Ah I feel ya Pressy boi! lil' Rosie here's visitin’ a family... acquaintance tonight" Rosa stated before adding, "St. John's like, kinda far methinks?" Indeed, among the hindrances of belonging to such an elite, privileged house were the whims of political intrigue. The young Halogan had little choice but to curse his grandfather for that, what happened last Halloween was no excuse to include her in their shenanigans. Either way, she would rather that they deviate from this line of discussion, her family does not really have the best reputation in town.
She peeked over her table after from where her Prada shoulder bag and tall, porcelain mug of decaffeinated soy latte with extra cream was still situated. "Ah, just a sec..." she declared before dashing towards her previous seat, slinging the bag over her shoulder and deftly seizing the mug and saucer underneath. The drink was only partway full as she only had the opportunity for few sips throughout the drama with Cassie. As promised, she reappeared before Preston in mere seconds, this time with drink in hand. "Welp, silly me left these over..." she explained before setting in them down the other table next to Preston's. She was not so bold as to plainly sit directly beside a boy she had just met in person, which would have been unbecoming of her and not to mention, off-putting for this particular target.
Rosa then positioned the chair such that she could comfortably sit and chat with Preston without invading his personal space. "I'll just be waitin' for 'em doughnuts. I'm not like, one of those people who take up a seat without actually usin' it ya know" she clarified. She then glanced over the librarian's table to which the cafe attendant remained standing guard. "I can't just like, leave my stuff like this lyin' around, it'd be sooo embarrassing if someone dug out my stuff... or just ya know, run off with the purse, hehe" soon after that remark, she flashed Preston a bright grin."Like, honestly tho, you're absolutely nothing like the other kids at school say you are... you're a good Pressy aren'tcha?" she commented rather causally before taking a small sip.
The streets seem different at this time of day... less cars are being driven in the streets, and the crowds from earlier morning have thinned into nothing but a few groups and couples walking by. Zoraya, at first, does not understand why she'd opted to go outside, if it was only for a short time. There are no problems with the food, really; from the corner of her eye she sees the waitress she had asked to guard her table, and she looks so worried about something. Perhaps she is worrying about the cafe's performance? For sure, there is a person she would have to reassure later once she returns inside.
But no, she has no problems with the cafe, really. She has problems with herself.
Aside from the boy and girl engaging in conversation just a few tables away from her, there are other couples in the cafe that seem to be deep into each other. They looked so happy together, especially the two youngsters talking about The Vagrant. For some reason, she has problems with the couples smiling and talking around the cafe, and she hates it. She hates herself for feeling this way, hates the envy creeping up to her, hates that she feels angry seeing the couples all while she is sitting all alone, without anyone to talk to, anyone to read books with, anyone to kiss. Zoraya hates it. She hates her emotions and if there was one wish she would want granted, it's her wish of being able to control these feelings, suppress the rising envy.
Zoraya starts walking away from the cafe, handbag tucked beside her. For some reason, her bag feels lighter than usual, but she pays it no heed. Oh, the little things she simply wishes are not true... Zory is envious of others for no particular reason, and for this said reason she is angry with herself for being so shamelessly jealous. She does not even know those people, they are all strangers to her, and she is but a mere unknown person to them as well, so why should they care about her feelings? Zoraya simply should just learn how to mind her own business.
The angel seats herself on two benches standing beside the parlor shop, a building only a couple walks away from the cafe. She has to return there soon or the coffee and cake will go back... opening up her bag, she rummages through the pockets of it to see if she has her wallet in there somewhere--
...No wallet.
...I can't believe it.
Looks like she does have something to tell the waitress in case she asks what made her walk out of the cafe.
The library is over another multiple walks from the cafe; she could fly there, but she does not want others to know of her angel form even when she knows people know of supernatural beings in Lorsette. The option of walking doesn't seem pleasing to her either. She doesn't want to walk another few blocks to the library just to get her wallet... the thought of traversing the streets again makes her so irate that it has already become clear this will not be the plan.
So she pulls out her cellphone and calls her dear friend, Kaylie.
Few minutes and the call finally picks up, and she is now hearing Kaylie's voice from the cellphone. "Hello? Hello, Zory?" She sounds tired, which makes her sorry, but she needs to pay for her food.
"Hi, Kay... finished with work?" "Yeah, and it was tiring. Are you still at the cafe? I'm closing the library." "Mhmm, yeah, I'm still at the cafe. Outside, actually. Oh, umm, before you go home--" "I know. Zory, you forgot your wallet of all things. Goodness sake, you're starting to forget things and I don't like that."
Zoraya's eyes twinkle at this response. "R-really? Th-Then could you--"
"Sure, sure, I'm heading over there anyway. Was hoping to meet you at the cafe. Stay where you are." "Thanks, Kay. You're a life saver." "You're welcome. Next time, don't forget, and stop being jealous, okay? I'm hanging up."
After that, all she hears is a click from the other end, signifying the end of the call. Zoraya sighs to herself and puts the phone in her pocket, looking over to where Kaylie may appear later with her wallet.
...You have no idea how envious I'm getting right now, Kaylie.
She says nothing at all, simply sitting on the benches all alone, not minding the people passing by.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Cautiously, Preston ferried the warm cup of hot chocolate to his lips, slender fingers curling around the porcelain handle while the open hand softly touched the sides of the cup. Warmth embraced his mouth, sending a warming sensation throughout his body; a welcomed feeling because of the winter chills. Slowly, the mug was returned to its coster with a soft clack that signified contact. It quickly became apparent to the blond angel that Rosalynn planned on holding his attention for a long period of time, thus there would be an unfortunate delay in his reading. A quiet, inaudible sigh flowed through his lips as the blond's hand grabbed his phone, promptly clicking the off button before shoving into the depths of his pocket. Wasting battery power was absolutely pointless, although, the amber-eyed youth had already lost some from speaking to Rosa. The purple-haired girl evidently had social requirements her previous friend had failed to feed after suddenly leaving the cafe. A curious glance was taken towards the vacant table still filled with the woman's items, yet, she still remained outside. There was an acute curiosity manifesting in Preston, however, the shy boy failed to act on it.
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Momentarily, the blond angel's eyes flitted towards the cafe's clock where he discovered plenty of time could be spent in the comforting walls of the cafe. Chances were, Zachary would have texted him by now to inform him he expected him to be home earlier. There was a brief pause as Preston raised a brow and straightened his posture.
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"Um... Weren't you going to tell me about that film adaptation?" He inquired again.
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Interest in the post-apocalypse world being built in the book lingered in Preston's mind, especially considering the unique layout of the scenery and the way the civilians of the ruined lands appeared. Thus, averting his attention from the notion would prove not to be an easy task. There was a mentioning of a family acquaintance, the young blond merely providing a small nod at the provided question. He was never particularly interested in conversations about future social affairs, especially considering he never knew exactly what to say. However, those situations only turned rotten whenever gossip would invade the discussion. After a few moments, the young demon fetched her stuff from where she previously stationed herself, making it evident she planned on settling at his table for a while. On a lighter note, Rosa mentioned merely waiting for her doughnuts, implying she would potentially leave once her box was completed. He merely listened, occasionally nodding to display that he was genuinely listening to the words Rosa stated, however, his expression quickly shifted to shock. While he was aware Rosa would inevitably know a majority of the school's rumours, he never expected her to actually mention they existed.
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From what Preston heard and observed, students attempted to keep those petty little rumours hidden under carpets, pretending as though nobody noticed the lump beneath the fabric. Those secrets were safeguarded by convenient hushed speaking and refusal to share with anybody who could potentially let them slip.
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"Um... I guess so," he answered awkwardly, being unaware the volume of rumours started about him.
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Gauging the amount people rudely conversed about him was impossible, especially considering he lacked a social circle of his own. Only the occasional nasty rumour inflicted on him would reach his ears, however, hearing them all would be impossible, yet, he was thankful for that. Adolescents could be spiteful individuals and maliciously tore apart character; in their lives, high school was everything. Similarly, Preston would inevitably worry about the opinions, especially considering he had approximately three years of high school left. He remained blinded by the notion that the social jungle of high school hardly mattered, but the upcoming future.
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Comprehending how the brain functioned was fundamentally speaking, a zero-sum game. There was no absolute outcome nor was there a possible way to accurately gauge a person's thoughts or feelings through empirical means. As of current, it was nigh impossible for Rosa to possess Preston's senses entirely lest her manipulative tendencies be exposed. She knew better than to underestimate a fellow intellectual, though she is still in the process of evaluating whether or not Preston was deserving of that title. Mere compliance and excellent grades in a rigid and arguably inflexible academic system might be an inaccurate means of measuring one's true genius after all. For a perfect and most subtle possession of the mind, Rosa must tread between the thin line of both desire and ambiguity. Her conscious mind was sharp enough to prevent her from possessing the boy mere moments before her hivemind invaded his psyche deep enough.
On the other hand, the subconscious of the weak-willed and discomposed individuals were much easier to invade. Say for example, the perturbed librarian who took off earlier. Such obvious displays of one's frustration, in a public establishment nonetheless, were always amusing to Rosa. Unbeknownst to this brunette librarian, the sly demon girl took this opportunity to possess her in a most secretive manner, she must have probably been too preoccupied in their own thoughts to even realize. Perhaps the most this woman might have felt was a slight confusion as Rosa took liberties in entering her consciousness the moment she pushed open the cafe's door to make her exit. Initially she did so in order to expand her avenues of discussion with Preston, she was instead presented with some intriguing information regarding 'Zory'.
As tempted as she may be to chuckle in her main host body, she was composed enough to not let her amusement show in the presence of the blonde angel back at the cafe. No wonder Rosa is able to manipulate many people smoothly, their volatile minds are basically asking for it. The ignorant masses are sadly oblivious to that fact their own vices and uncertainties are merely a stepping stone for Rosa's ambitions. Jealous now is she? Of a teenage girl such as her? How embarrassing it must be for a woman her age to be subjected to such petty vices, and against schoolchildren at that. Rosa will have plans for her soon, rest assured. In the meantime, Preston appeared incognizant to the magnitude of the scandals and hearsay regarding him that is circulating around the school. Admittedly though, Rosa may have played her part in propagating the rumours, as minimal as it may be considering how the issue literally escalated on its own.
The stage was now set and Rosa put her next plans in motion. Channeling the frustration of the waitress waiting by Zory's table, she successfully possessed and aggravated her negative emotions to the point of it being palpable on her facial expression. "Really tho' can ya believe those people? Well dont'cha worry now, Rosie here'll do somethin' about that!" Rosa proudly declared to Preston, not an entirely inconceivable statement considering the demon girl's influence on the school's general populace. "Either way, don't mind 'em. It's probly cus they're like, jealous or somethin'. Ya know, people are like that when it comes to cute and talented people, much more since ya don't really talk much and stuff. I really think that they should respect ya more, yet our school's apparently a tough crowd eh." she claimed upon discerning the boy's concern regarding this particular issue.
On a side note, the doughnuts are now fully prepared and in the process of being packed into a box. Similarly, Rosa took liberties in further intensifying the waitress' negative emotion from annoyance to anger. Her body posture and face were indicative enough, she was clearly sleep deprived. Seeing people resist against their own body's metabolism entertained Rosa, it made them easier targets after all.
for Preston Clark , @rosa WAAA LATE AGAIN AND I'M SORRY ;O;
The minutes wear on, and Zoraya figures she should be heading back soon. The waitress she had entrusted to her table may have gone impatient and had left her goods or had taken them so tha particular table may be taken over by another customer; Zoraya could not bear to think about it. But just as she is standing up to leave, she sees the running figure of her best friend waving at her, headed toward her direction. She is dressed simple, her clothes all sharing the same color of blue but with a different shade and hue. On one of her hands is the familiar wallet she had left behind, very much to her shame.
Zoraya smiles as the younger woman approaches, the wallet being handed over to her without a word, but a simple smile as well. "It took you quite long to arrive here, Kaylie, but thank you." She states, the wallet feeling quite rigid in her cold and thin hands. "Ugh. I'm glad to have remembered my wallet. I wouldn't have paid for my coffee if I hadn't remembered where it had been at all."
Kaylie chuckles, and as usual, her voice is quiet and to herself. But Zoraya and her boyfriend, Tobias, are the only ones who could access her rather rowdy state. "You keep forgetting about things, Zoraya, but you never stop forgetting about your envy." She points out, and with that statement, Zoraya just wants to bury herself underground and never come back to the surface out of shame for herself. "Now let's hurry to the shop. Your table could have been taken already and you carelessly left some books behind. What if they get lost, Zory?"
It's only ever rare for Kaylie to be reprimanding her like this... Zoraya shakes her head and scratches the back of her neck, an apologetic smile writ on her face. "Good Akari, I must have been out of sorts lately." It's the only thing she could tell Kaylie; how else could she ever explain why she'd forgotten about her wallet, after all? This is nothing like her to lose her focus in almost anything.
Kaylie only grins. It's annoying. "You must have been tired. You should have gone straight to bed at home than go to the cafe if you could not so much as think straight today."
"Kaylie, I'm fine, really. Why don't we just hurry now before the waitress will get seriously mad at us?"
"No, she'll just seriously get mad at you. She doesn't even know I exist."
It's only after a few minutes of arguments had they finally arrived at the cafe. Zoraya looks around while Kaylie invites herself inside, the smell of delicious coffee and tea clearly pleasing her, just by looking at her face. The people in the vicinity have increased to a small level; the blonde boy and the girl talking about The Vagrant are still both there as well, the very couple of children she, for some reason, had grown jealous of. As she walks to her table, she sees Kaylie already seated on one side of the table and the waitress she had asked to take charge over her table, still standing and hugging her menu tight to her chest.
But the waitress looks... extremely angry.
Zoraya stares at the waitress' face for a little while, before seating herself opposite to Kaylie, who's already reading a book from one of the stacks she had brought earlier. The waitress' expression is unnerving, but she'd dealt with other services whose people act the same way as well. She would be able to handle it if the waitress were to scream at her, but sometimes attempts of calming someone down might fail.
"U-Umm... Thank you very much for watching over the table. I know it had been petty of me to ask you--"
"You're welcome."
Her eyes widen slightly at the sharp response; it just drips of so many emotions: exhaustion, anger, and irritation all in the same body. Even Kaylie looks up from her book and raises an eyebrow at the waitress, who's glaring at Zoraya but she's trying her very best to hide it, without success. Zoraya was correct; she was getting angry and impatient. Zoraya knows what to do, then. Conjuring a blessing may have been a weak counter-attack, but it was worth it to soothe her.
She sighs and reaches out for a book, then turns to the waitress with a worried look. "...I'm sorry for being a burden. Is something the matter?"
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