Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 18:39:03 GMT -5
Standing amidst small group of men and women far above the crowded lanes of Shibuya Crossing, Clara ran her fingers through her long lime-green locks as she raked her gaze across the throng of people beneath her. They were everywhere, filling the streets to bursting with their lumbering, ponderous frames and yet moving with a unity and purpose that reminded her an army of ants, scurrying about their tasks with a single minded purpose that could accept nothing else but completion. It was funny, how it small it all seemed from up in the clouds, how petty and meaningless an individual life became. How easy it was to ignore them, until they rose up and could be ignored no more.
Perhaps it was time to change that.
“Ms. Von Brandt?” The witch glanced back, golden gaze alight with hidden mirth as a waiter, nervous as could be, held forwards a slip of paper for her to take. “The… gentleman at table twelve would like to thank you for the service. He-”
The woman cut the boy off before he could finish, turning her attention towards the table in question without stopping her reproach. “First off, I told you to call me Clara. I am not a ‘Miss’ or ‘Missus’- I’m barely older than you are.” Her hands fell to her sides, one looping through the long sash red across her waist while the other lifted up, index finger pointed at the smaller boy’s face. “Secondly, and this is very important now so pay attention- I thought I told you to tell all such customers to come to me. Personally.”
A frown affixed the sorceress’ face as she spoke, enough displeasure seeping through her every pore to turn the already sweating server into a pile of near incomprehensible fear. “I- Well, that is to say-” She waited, arm outstretched, eyes narrowed, for the child to calm down even as she fought to hold back the laughter that was building deep within.
Dear God but this is just too easy! She hadn’t even been trying to scare the kid and yet there he was, about to shit his pants just because she’d pretended to be a little upset! Ha! Oh man, that face never gets old. There was no witty retort from her usual mental partner- he was out now, scouring through potential resources for the next step in her grand plan to save the world. Or something like that. The details were still a little fuzzy, what with 4500 years of information rolling around up there.
“Just give me the message and get back to work.” She said at last, stifling her smile just long enough to take the paper and watch her newest server leave, only allowing her pleasure to show once she was certain that the boy was out of sight. Taking in a deep, calming breath, Clara pushed her laughter down, the smell of cherries and cigarette smoke soothing her nerves as she prepared to tackle the newest high roller who thought he could buy the slit between her legs with a few measly yen.
“Now, who could possibly be so important that he could compel one of my staff to-”
She stopped her mumbling just as the realization struck her- or, rather, just as the Reiatsu struck her. It was small, barely noticeable above the din and clatter of the restaurant, but it was still there, at the edge of her senses.
Taunting.
Teasing.
Waiting.
Expecting her to notice it and yet trying oh so hard not to be found. A contradiction wrapped in an enigma buried beneath a night of drunken sex and stupidity that, even now, made her ache in a way that she hadn’t in a very long time.
“Caden.”
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WC: 626
GP: 12
OOC: Meh opener is meh.
Perhaps it was time to change that.
“Ms. Von Brandt?” The witch glanced back, golden gaze alight with hidden mirth as a waiter, nervous as could be, held forwards a slip of paper for her to take. “The… gentleman at table twelve would like to thank you for the service. He-”
The woman cut the boy off before he could finish, turning her attention towards the table in question without stopping her reproach. “First off, I told you to call me Clara. I am not a ‘Miss’ or ‘Missus’- I’m barely older than you are.” Her hands fell to her sides, one looping through the long sash red across her waist while the other lifted up, index finger pointed at the smaller boy’s face. “Secondly, and this is very important now so pay attention- I thought I told you to tell all such customers to come to me. Personally.”
A frown affixed the sorceress’ face as she spoke, enough displeasure seeping through her every pore to turn the already sweating server into a pile of near incomprehensible fear. “I- Well, that is to say-” She waited, arm outstretched, eyes narrowed, for the child to calm down even as she fought to hold back the laughter that was building deep within.
Dear God but this is just too easy! She hadn’t even been trying to scare the kid and yet there he was, about to shit his pants just because she’d pretended to be a little upset! Ha! Oh man, that face never gets old. There was no witty retort from her usual mental partner- he was out now, scouring through potential resources for the next step in her grand plan to save the world. Or something like that. The details were still a little fuzzy, what with 4500 years of information rolling around up there.
“Just give me the message and get back to work.” She said at last, stifling her smile just long enough to take the paper and watch her newest server leave, only allowing her pleasure to show once she was certain that the boy was out of sight. Taking in a deep, calming breath, Clara pushed her laughter down, the smell of cherries and cigarette smoke soothing her nerves as she prepared to tackle the newest high roller who thought he could buy the slit between her legs with a few measly yen.
“Now, who could possibly be so important that he could compel one of my staff to-”
She stopped her mumbling just as the realization struck her- or, rather, just as the Reiatsu struck her. It was small, barely noticeable above the din and clatter of the restaurant, but it was still there, at the edge of her senses.
Taunting.
Teasing.
Waiting.
Expecting her to notice it and yet trying oh so hard not to be found. A contradiction wrapped in an enigma buried beneath a night of drunken sex and stupidity that, even now, made her ache in a way that she hadn’t in a very long time.
“Caden.”
___________________
WC: 626
GP: 12
OOC: Meh opener is meh.
