Entwining Fates (Janus/closed)

Janus, who had been sitting in the kitchen, looked over at the bird flying around and just shrugged.  She had finished making food for the customers that had been inside a while back, and luckily they had paid the bill before they ran screaming from the bird.  That was now on its way to invade her small gift shop.   In the grand scheme of things, this was about par for the course.  She searched a few of the potential futures and realized that its owner would eventually get her hands on it and decided to leave it alone.  If she stayed, or it broke anything, Janus could probably bill her for it anyway.

Janus was wearing her chef's coat, which was surprisingly stainless, and a pair of slacks.  Her hair was short, done in the same androgynous look she always kept as she looked over the bird's what she thought, was owner.   "Relax, you can catch him in 4... 3... 2... 1."  She said in Japanese and tossed a pizza along her fingers in a gently rise, letting it settle down on her hands and placing it on the prep block.    "Welcome to Tokei Aruki, my name is Janus DiNapoli.  Can I get you something to eat Miss?"  She did her best to maintain her male image for the moment.  Mainly because it made her look less crazy and a bit less weak.

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She had to rely on nothing but patience and trust the bird wouldn't knock over any glassware. The man's voice had startled her, apparently the owner was in the kitchen prepping up a pizza, and of course, the raven swooped down to land on the block to tear into the food. With the opportunity of nabbing the bird, Freyleif lunged at the bird and caught him in both hands, careful of his wings, and pulled the bird against her chest before looking up at Janus.

“Nice to meet you, Janus,” Freyleif said back in Japanese, if with a twang in her Scandinavian accent, and gave a shamefaced smile. “Sorry for the commotion - ah, yes, I would like something - what is your specials?” she winced as the bird’s beak pinched at her fingers in trying to get free, thankfully it didn’t go far to cause extreme pain. She tried to act causally even if her bird scared away the customers in its revenge, but at least the owner didn’t get mad and kicked her out.

“Behave.” Freyleif strained down at the bird squawking and squirming. It took awhile for the bird to calm down, and the teen looked back to Janus with a tired, baggy, eyes.

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Janus just smiled, she would have said something horrible and annoyed but being in the hospitality industry had curved that mentality at work years ago.  You do catch more bees with honey than vinegar, and Janus was absolutely sure of that.  "Relax my lady, it's perfectly fine."  She said as she opened the small fridge below her and placed a few small quail eggs and a handful of pumpkin seeds from the prep area onto a plate and then, washed her hands quickly.  She grabbed the generic menu and placed it along with the small plate next to the young woman.  "For your date." She smiled and then shifted her weight.  "What do I have back there?"  She thought.

"Fish of the day is Tuna and an Atlantic Swordfish I got shipped in this morning.  As for actual specials.  I can make a pizza with something unique on it, I can make you sushi or a ramen bowl if you have a hankering for Japanese.  I'm Italian so I do European Dishes better, I have some yogurt left so I could cook you up Mansaf with Parmesan or mushroom risotto."  She said as she moved the pizza block out of her way and wiped down the cooking station.  She shifted through potential futures and realized, that aside from hungry, she had probably made the decision process much harder.  Janus had not met anyone that looked as tired as she did pre-makeup in a while.  Though, that was mainly because sleeping was becoming an annoyance to her.

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The raven gave its owner a beady-eyed look as it tilted its head up at her. Of course, she knew what that meant; the silly bird wanted a treat even with commotion it made. She debated allowing to share any food for the bird but finally caved into its cuteness. With her hands full, Freyleif was unsure if she should drop the bird on the counter, she stared at it a moment before letting out a sigh and letting the bird down on it and took up the menu to gaze through it while listening to Janus.

“That sounds all delicious,” she said with mouth already watering. “I think I will go for Atlantic Swordfish with mushroom risotto, too.” she looked back at the menu and their appetizers. The desserts did catch her fancy but it was better to wait later than stuff her face like a Jotun.

The bird rested on the counter and stared at the plate of food as if waiting for permission. With an annoyed sigh, the Quincy spoke in her native tongue. “Hold on. Come here.” she set down the menu before holding out her arm for the bird to climb up to her shoulder and picked up the plate before moving to a table. Just looking around the hostel made her sleepy, perhaps of the comforting feeling she picked up from the place, rather the long trip wore her out anyway. She set the plate down on the table and allowed the bird to hop on down her arm to have his meal.

“How do you like Karakura?” she asked in Japanese towards Janus. Half of her was curious from the energy she had picked up from the person and the other wondering how business was like in a town full of spooks and archers. “Why did you move here? If I can ask.”

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"As you wish my lady."  She said and tossed some mushrooms and white wine into a small pan and took out another pan and filled it with olive oil in order to cook the swordfish.  She reached into the small fridge where she kept the fresh meats and pulled out the swordfish and opened the bag it was set in and drew a single piece out, deciding against using the pan and turning the grill up to 400.  She grabbed a bit of garlic and her personal blend of seasonings and gently tossed it into the pan with mushrooms and turned the heat up as she shifted her weight and searched the potential futures for what kind of sauce that the young woman would have liked more.  "I'm a run away, specifically from a mental institution." She said in her male voice.

"What about you, why visit my place, there's much stuff closer to the center of the city and not overlooking the park towards the mountains." She stated.  "Plus the flight must have been a nightmare.  But welcome."  She was looking at potential answers for the first question which she had not addressed but decided on a normal response that was less odd.  "As for how I like Karakura, it's making me want to check myself back in, I'm losing my touch with time again." She said.  Janus did not lie, which was confusing and broken to most and either made her sound like a modern philosopher or a crazy woman.  Both of which, were technically true just a minor inconvenience in social situations.  Her hands were practiced at using her own small cooking area, and she quickly seared both sides of the swordfish in the pan before tossing it on the grill.

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A runaway? The blonde couldn’t help blink from that reply and glance over with a raised brow. Running here could be the worse idea ever but she didn’t pry further. She pondered on the question and looked up at the ceiling. There were many ways to answer but she thought giving the truth would be better even if Janus wouldn’t believe her.

“I haven’t been getting much rest - especially when you rule an entire line of people who only care about their own needs than banding together. I don’t know why I let myself be forced into such a position, maybe I just care too much,” she answered with a shrug lowering her gaze to the raven with a frown. “I lost my children but I won’t go into that tragic tale.” she shook her head then rubbed her face wondering why she even let that slip to a complete stranger.

The raven looked up with its beady red eyes and let out a low croak as if sensing her concern. “Thanks, the trip was tiring,” she blinked realizing what Janus just summarized. Regardless, the Quincy didn’t look like she was a local around here even if Karakura was technically her home by being adoptive in by Angeni.

“I’m sure anyone would want to check in with the crazy phenomenal things that happen here,” she said with a sigh and traced a finger down her middle scar across her right eye. A shiver crawling up her spine when she felt the tingle of phantom pain shock through her shoulders from Hollow attacks. “I must sound crazy, too.” she forced out a smile and watched Janus work on her cooking, a bit of envy in her emeralds wishing she could have taken up baking instead of being the Queen of the Quincy.

"You're really a good cook, though I'm sure you hear that a lot, " she said shifting the conversation. "Do you have any workers or is it just you?" she assumed it was just Janus as no one seemed to be around to clean nor did her spiritual sense pick up any other signatures - or they were good hiders.

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Janus wanted to pry and it really took EVERY ounce of her being not too.  But she did ask a few questions and use her divination magic to see what the answers would be....
"What happened to your children?
What kind of people?
if they only care about themselves why band together?
You could always quit....
Why the Raven?"
(Potential Futures)*
Though she luckily managed to keep her mouth shut.  Which was extremely hard.  She cursed her magic for being useful and useless at the same time most of the time and focused on the questions directed at her as she thought about what to ask the woman next.  She placed some of the white rice and a pinch of less than no saffron into the sauce pan and shrugged as she quickly flipped the swordfish with the same set of tongs she used to turn the rice with the mushrooms.  "You don't sound crazy at all, you sound par for the course." She responded and shifted her weight as she tossed the towel over her shoulder after sifting the sauce pan a bit.  "Not really, I don't hear that I'm a good cook much because I didn't used to have this many customers.  Probably because the place was leveled about two years ago.  On top of it, it gets threatened regularly by people who claim they're trying to protect me for some reason or another."  She said looking into the futures as she took out a square plate that had been in the fridge to take the edge off the risotto, and spooned in an S pattern with some of her port mushroom steak reduction for the bottom of the plating.  

"I have a coworker, she's not here right now."  Janus said eyeing the scar as her hand traced down it.   "Well, let me be the first to welcome you to my little paradise my lady."  Janus said.  "Ruling sounds difficult, born into it, foreign royalty or is that a term for a business ownership?  You're not an SnM idol I don't really know about are you?  If you are, I respect your work, but definitely have the body for it."  Janus joked.

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Two years ago. 2014. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought a moment. Ah, yes, the invasion that happened before she came to Karakura after her basic training and her mentor saying she would find a great future here - more like a terrible fate. At least she didn’t sound completely bonkers to the owner.

The white raven resumed his noisy seed breaking and crooned in content. If anything, he was polite enough to try and clean the bits that fell on the table. Freyleif smirked as she watched the bird woodchuck down its food like it was a chainsaw cutting through bark with ease.

“I’ve heard stories and witness the ruined areas around Karakura,” she said petting the raven’s head with an index finger. “Thankfully I avoided that Fate and moved her a year later after the incident.” of course, it was the work of the unmasked beings, but the news labeled it as some terrorist attack. The world was blind and Freyleif was uncertain if all of humanity should have the curtains pulled away to reveal the truth. Even humans can be monsters.

Janus’ welcome certainly tugged a smile on the young Quincy though an eyebrow quirked at the word ‘SnM idol’, to which she sneakily slipped her hand in her jeans to take out her cellphone and tilted her head to peak up the meaning before slipping it back.

“Thank you,” Freyleif giggled out honestly. “I wish I could have been a model but not with these scars and tattoos under my clothes and face.” she rubbed at her right eye subconsciously with the three marks.

She stared forward in ponderous thought. The sizzling of the food played music to her ears and aroma wafted its way to her nose - the food surely would be delicious before her tastebuds could wrap around it. “I’ll be sure to come here more often then,” Freyleif nodded sagely. “Hmm, a type of royalty.” she was already confident enough to at least share her heritage. “If you don’t think I’m crazy then perhaps you know of the Quincy?” it was a gamble. The dice now were thrown and she would await the reaction of Janus. The raven would floofed up its neck feathers already flustered with that word being split out and croaked at the Quincy in a scolding manner though she ignored it.

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"Wasn't here when the place when up in smoke, Queen." Janus said referring to the royalty thing.  She had checked the futures for which title was the one that fit, and figured based on reactions, it was Queen.  Janus was running out of things that she understood.  "I've heard the term, but it might just be that my first language is Italian, but the naming schemes in your community make little to no sense."  

She did not really know more than that aside from the KS-want to ruin Janus' life and the fact that everyone seemed to have opinions of everyone else.  That and no one could name anything well.  Oh, and everyone was a racist.  Janus sighed, she should start a war with all of them, maybe they would come up with things that might make sense.   She looked down at the Raven and shrugged a bit.  She was named after a god, the raven had certain gods as a symbol.  It's official, this young lady creeped Janus out more than most.  "So what brings a Queen, and a Quincy, to a useless Diviner like myself?  I mean I would love to tell you there's more to myself but compared to invisibles and a Queen, I happen to be quite boring"

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Freyleif couldn’t help snicker when Janus went out with calling her Queen; even so, the silly naming schemes of the Quincy. “Hmm. I’m mildly surprised that you do. I guess you have met some of them?” she shrugged and put a hand up at the bird as he faked pecking at her.

“Eh? Ah, so you’re one of them.” she grinned thoughtfully. “What is a Völva doing here as a cook? There’s nothing boring about you, friend.” it was odd. Or perhaps not. It was indeed amusing a Diviner would be way out here. The Quincy remembered having strange vivid visions which didn’t all surprise her.

“I had to escape my dull life cooped up in a castle and moping around,” she moved on with her story. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m just trying to escape my fate or just running into places at the wrong time and unable to relax. I think I’m still engaged,” she frowned at the engagement ring on her ring finger and let out a sigh.

So much had happened it was hard to keep the heavy blocks off, and that wear was starting to show through her saggy eyelids. “Like I said; I lost my children at the hands of a single reaper - or Shinigami. Whatever you want to call those black robes. My people suffer too much from prejudices that I can’t tell if I should bother with revenge.” her fists clenched onto the table and let out an exhale to calm herself. She propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin in palm before petting the raven with her free hand.

“I don’t understand why the gifted say they’re boring. There is something you’re talented at and should take pride in. I used to be able to see the future too,” she said with a smile. “And just lost it all one day. I seem to have a habit of losing things, I swear it's the work of Loki getting his kicks because the Gods won’t let him have fun.”

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"One other Quincy." Janus responded as she frowned and gently moved the small sauce pan to the side and plated the swordfish and then took an ice cream scoop to make a perfect set of three risotto balls in a triangle and topped it all with a mango sauce she had made that morning, drizzled in the shape of a halo above the swordfish and gently over the risotto.  She took the plate to the young queen and gently slid it in front of her.  "Your swordfish my lady."  She said with a bit of pride.  That last set of words confused her. 

"Fate is easily escaped, I ignore it all the time by simply choosing the least probably future, and changing everything." That was true, Janus had done it time and time again to keep her wits about her.  "Congratulations on your engagement.  No offense, but I don't believe in gods.  I'll take black robes as an answer though."

She stopped at the revenge point and simply looked the woman up and down.  "Loki is a magician, Janus, opens doors." She said chuckling at her own thought process.  "Mischief and revenge are both well and good, but when you're that chaotic you quickly learn to overthink something that can have the easiest solution.  Meanwhile, my namesake just does his job."

She stopped at that.  "If you have a habit of losing things, I have a tendency to find things.  After all, I found you."  Janus nodded.  "Be glad you can't see the future, at least you'll stay grounded to now.  That tends to be an annoying problem."  Janus continued.  "So as far as I can tell, you just wanted to relax, so I'll save the royalty lecture for another day, my Lady."  Janus said moving back to the small out cove of a kitchen and putting everything into the sink and began cleaning.  "Easier without seeing everything isn't it, maybe that's just perspective.  The less you see, the more dangerous choices are, but the more you get to understand the effects of your choice."  Janus was not the most guiding or philosophical in the world.  Which said something odd about her considering her ability.

"As for talented, I'm crazy and surrounded by another world that has swords, guns, arrows, energy, super strength, teleportation, and even reality manipulation, mental influence, and last but certainly not least,  spontaneous matter creation.  I can see my potential death in stereo on thousands of channels; and I can't defend myself from any of it, short of running into something that is usually worse than what I ran from.  I've had my place threatened, been told by about ten different people how to think.  Which is interesting cause everyone does claim prejudice yet everyone seems to be just as prejudiced. Forgive my lack of forethought, but that seems, like a talent that has no basis, because my chances of going to sleep alive seem to lower every day.  I've heard Quincy can fight, I can't.  It's like being a minnow in a pond full of trout.  I'm not going to win."  Janus finished.

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“I see. At Least I don’t have to explain things,” she said a bit relieved. Once the food was set down she grinned to look at it a moment.” Fantastic!” the young Queen rubbed her hands together in anticipation, unsure which part to start in. It all looked delicious and too sacred to her taste buds. Picking up the utensils, she stabbed her fork into the risotto balls and slowly nibbled into the crunchy goodness. The Queen’s eyes lit up and sparkled before she even swallowed the piece, the sauce already singing to her buds as she crunched down. Quickly she put the ball down to sample a piece of the swordfish by cutting a tiny bit and nomming it down. Once again her emeralds sparkled.

For a moment Freyleif froze with a complete bliss look on her face before peering up at Janus. “Words can’t describe how good this is,” she said with a smile before moving onto the fate bit. “Then you’re lucky you can see the possible outcomes and avoid it. Thanks, I haven’t seen my fiancé in a month after the incident though.” she chuckled and understood not everyone believed in higher beings than the black robes and just nodded.

She blinked when Janus looked her up and down and a tinge of red spread along her cheeks, still unable to tell this person’s gender - looked male, but looks could deceive. She wasn’t sure how to think about revenge, on one point the Shinigami should pay for infiltrating and the other her people just weren't strong enough for war.

“I’m glad you found me or I found you?” she giggled taking a bit of the risotto ball she sampled earlier and devoured it down shamelessly. “Indeed, perhaps you can help me later.” she let her problems drop for now and moved on to enjoy her meal as Janus moved back to her kitchen. “It wasn’t an easy power, no, it felt more like I was daydreaming and being visited by a strange wolf and woman - I don’t know it’s hard to explain.” she stopped herself and listened as Janus spoke on.

It took a considerable amount of energy to not giggle at the things Janus listed and bit down on the swordfish before nibbling on another risotto ball to savor on. One thing she couldn’t help on being on: moaning in delight each time that sauce touched her mouth and coughed noticing it might sound a bit odd in being so vocal about enjoying the food. “This is good,” she said softly to not interrupt Janus.

“That’s a lie, though.” she finally looked over at Janus becoming more serious yet still having a bit of mischievous glint in her eyes. “For someone who had lost their powers..constantly over and over again that foresight became more useful. I kinda envy you. I think you just need someone to train with - have you had anyone willing to train with you?” a brow quirked before continuing. “I know how it’s like being that minnow in a pond. So, is there anything I can help you with? And don’t worry, everyone has dumb views. The reason why there’s so much prejudice is that the Quincy have been culled by the Shinigami because we destroy the souls, and to that I say is rubbish. We’re just important in the so-called Balance the black robes like to force down their views, humanity is just as important and I want to help everyone I can,” she tapped her free finger on the table and looked down at her plate. “The KSN is misguided - wanna be heroes - well their leader is. I have tried to work with him and met with distaste because I wanted to lead the Quincy to a better future alas it will take time.” she shrugged.” Sorry, too much information. Back to my main question.”

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Fuck the KSN.  Janus wanted to say that or that she did not really care about the back story of spiritual groups but she was nice enough not to say anything.  The question perplexed her.  Training was useless if you were just running away more. What happened when someone faster just stabbed at her.  Another solid question in her mind.   "Does it matter, the moment they are faster I can't defend or hurt them back."

"I mean you can try and train with me but I have no idea how to defend myself.  I don't even think I can.". She continued.  "I have no clue what I'm doing.  And I didn't mean to offend.  I never got prophecies. Just my quick divinations.". She said. "I can path walk but if I run into anyone else it just ends."

"I'm glad you enjoy my cooking. I am much better at cooking than anything that seems to matter these days.  I was under the impression that I can't hurt or defend against anything without a power that does so." Janus moved to start plating a small selection of cheeses and some crustini she had made and set the broiler in order to make sure they were ready and warm adding some olive oil and sea salt soaked with spice.

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“Of course, no one has been able to help you nor have you had the time,” Freyleif said with a light shrug. Every newbie would say they were not fast enough in the grand scheme of the world and the long silence made it clear Janus had little care.

“You control your power, not your power,” she shook her head before nomming into a piece of swordfish.”The fact you see further gives you enough time to prepare for that few seconds. “If you want the help just say the word. I won’t take doubts for an answer if you're not willing to improve, anything can be tempered with if you give it enough time and care.” just like the food Janus put their love and care for, Freyleif could already tell with enough practice Janus would get better with these divination powers.

The white raven moved onto the quail eggs before ruffling up its feathers then looked up towards Janus. “Thank you, Boss.” the bird would mimic a Mafia man causing the young Quincy to burst out laughing. “Ohh boy! I’ve never seen him be polite to anyone.”

The Quincy dabbed her mouth with a napkin before calming down over that little silliness and nodded to Janus. “I can see quite the care of your cooking. Hmm, well if you want to harm spiritual beings then yes you would need the reiatsu to do so,” she said relaxing back against the chair and folded her arms while continuing. “Everyone has spiritual energy once they’ve awakened. If your power is more support base then you can make it up with your skills. When I had the foresight to see into the future I prepared my spirit weapon against such attacks or moving faster than them. As you get stronger you begin to unlock more of what your soul has hidden all along. Your power will expand if you just push it and that’s why I wish to help you so you’re better prepared. It’s your choice, I won't force you.”

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Janus stared at the raven as it spoke in it's mafia voice.  She nodded at him, acknowledging.  "You and I are gonna be good friends, capo bastone."  Janus said, naming the raven her de-facto underboss.  She searched some potential futures to see what else the raven would enjoy eating and wrote them down on the small piece of paper she kept next to her small kitchen station.  She'd treat him just like she did all of her customers, probably even better.  She stopped to think about her powers, and what she had learned, limited as it was.  Controlling them was difficult, she had displacement issues and the word vomits. She could have figured out how to use the powers if she had probably interacted with someone who understood.

The only person that had been able to do that, as far as she had seen was the woman she had met up in the mountain on the side of the road.  Though, that had been a dream anyway so she was no longer sure what she could or could not do.  She readdressed the now giving thought into what the young Queen had said.  That last piece of information confused her because she didn't really understand it.  You need energy to be able to do things?  She knew her toss burned stamina but her actual Divination magic never turned off.  So the chances of it being linked to something, hell anything, was a foreign concept.

"It's a personal opinion, but I believe the worst gifts are free, what will it cost, my lady?" She asked.

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She was so absorbed in the food that most things were blocked out. Perhaps, once again, it was the atmosphere this place gave out that the burdens on her shoulders lifted. No guards around or Quincy to worry about, nor the black robes causing a scene; just the special quietness (except for the raven) and speaking with another Diviner.

“‘’Eeeyyy ya caught my eye!” the bird once again spoke in that sophisticated voice. Freyleif just shook her head and bapped the bird on the head with a finger and tsked. Regardless, the white raven was having a swell of a time cracking open seeds and shuffling from one foot to another in a ‘lil dance.

Freyleif blinked when Janus asked for a cost, many things could have that meaning. “What would it cost?” a rhetorical question as she mulled it over out loud. “More that you will probably become exhausted and be confused from all the potential futures popping up. I don’t really want any money or your loyalty if that’s what you're asking - I’m just a simple girl trying to put her pieces back together,” a simple shrug before she dug into the swordfish. “If you want to be my friend I'll gladly accept,” she added with a small smile towards Janus before looking back to her bird with sadness in her eyes. The soft cerulean of her spiritual energy flittered out like a wave of water before evaporating into the air and swirling into notes playing a cacophony of children crying in a barely audible range.

The Quincy winced and hunched over with a split pained expression before forcing herself to straighten and let out a breath. She shook her head to shake out the memories of her children being snuffed out like a light switch. Her chest felt like it was on fire but ignored it to not make such a scene and buried away her feelings back under a mask of serenity. The food before her was delicious, so she needn’t think of the painful memories - she was still alive after all. A smile once again forming on her face and began to hum softly.

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Janus listened to the Queen hum and wondered what gave her the impression that Janus did not try to be everyone's friend.  It was kind of her thing, she had to keep her customer base going and to be honest, she was better at avoiding confrontation than dealing with it.  Diffusing things was easy, come to think of it she could probably do that to a bomb too given warning.  She shrugged and was at least happy that the young lady seemed to be enjoying the swordfish as she looked at the raven.  Janus was hesitant cause she honestly, thought she could not win.  It was a complete lack of self confidence.   She figured it died around the time she realized she was in a gunfight where everyone had tanks, and she had words.  Sadly, her words did not seem to have the immediate power that some other's seemed to have.

"We're already friends." Janus pointed out as she shifted to relax her body slightly, dropping her shoulders and then continuing cleaning up as she watched the spiritual energy float around.  Janus did not understand that part, everyone but her seemed to have energy of some kind they could do stuff with.  She had no idea how that worked or why it did.  Maybe her magic just did not allow for that, which was kind of a bad thing because she figured it was that energy that let people attack.  "I'm used to potential futures flooding my head, and no offense, but loyalty is not really something I plan on giving to anyone without my own opinions."

"Sure, why not?" Janus said to the young queen and then looked back at the raven's plate.  "Did you want anything else before that, and neat trick with the energy, I can't do that."

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The white raven croaked out, hoping to snap the Queen out of her thoughts. It knew from the energy swirling around that something was going on even if the young Quincy hid behind a mask. Freyleif gave an absentminded nod to Janus pointing out they were still friends. It was nice to know the words held truth to them. Or did they? She hadn’t been paying much attention to her spiritual senses and more on her food before her whilst ignoring the daggers in her heart.

Verdani peered towards the owner then towards the gift shop, ignoring his food for a moment, then took off around the giftshop snatching a card with a puffin from the stands and glided back to the table. The bird held out the card towards the Quincy to show and did a lil jig.

It took a moment for the words to register in her mind before the Quincy finally spoke, “Hmm? Why can’t you form energy?” that had caught her off guard as she stared at the card in the raven’s bill and just smirked. “You should put that back, it’s rude to steal.” she shook her head disappointedly. The raven let out a huff, dropped the card, and with a graceful hop he landed on her lap and pulled out her credit card sticking out from her jean’s pocket then quickly dashed away by bouncing off the Queen.

“Oi!” the Quincy exclaimed before facepalming at the bird’s antics once more. “Don’t make me put you back in your cage.” but the bird ignored her and swooped down to snatch the card within its talons and drop it off on the counter and landed holding out the card to Janus.

“Terribly sorry, I don’t know what’s got him like this,” Freyleif said with a sigh and relaxed once more. Back at the matters at hand, the Quincy gave a ponderous thought before holding her hand out, palm up, and watched as blue spiritual energy gathered towards it to form a marble sized ball. “Do you know of reishi, reiryoku, and reiatsu?” she asked peering at Janus curiously and not too bothered if the bird was going to purchase the card.

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