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The City and The Coffee Shop
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Callie darts her completely white eyes around ((I WANT HER TO BE DEAD CALLIE! That’s when you see her as Callie anyways)), “My, this place is so lively! I won’t have any trouble staying awake here! Which, let me tell you, is NOT something you want.” She giggles very British-like.
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Tager watched as Jane had left, replacing her what seemed to be a gray-skinned female who had completely white eyes. Tager would usually be unsettled, but with everything else going on in this coffee shop, and considering he lived in a world where a werewolf could handle genuine silver on a daily basis and serves a vampire as her butler, what most consider absolutely crazy seemed relatively normal to him.
Plus, Tager knew he was far from the most normal-looking person in this shop. His hands alone were over half the size of his massive torso, which was completely abnormal, proportion-wise.
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“Oh my!” Callie approaches Tager, “You look very abnormal indeed! But, not compared to what I really look like. I warn you do not say, Calliope.” She touches one of his huge hands in a friendly gesture. “I pray you will not.”
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“You can call me L, or Ryuzaki.” He smiled, taking another sip of coffee “It’s nice to meet you. I haven’t had the chance to talk to many people lately, it’s pretty lonely.”
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“I won’t say it, then. I’ve never enjoyed conflict. But then, what do you prefer going by?” Tager raised an eyebrow. Behind those yellow sunglasses, his eyes couldn’t be seen, so one couldn’t tell if he was angry, curious, or whatever. That wasn’t the purpose of the glasses, of course – Just a side effect.
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“Callie Ohpeee.” She smiled ((They are two different names)), “And, nice to meet you Ryuzaki! I hope we can be friends.”
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((DISREGARD MY LAST POST!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE FORGET ABOUT IT!))
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Dai fall down the stairs into a infinite set of stairs falling out of L laptop
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((what? I couldn’t understand that… I’ll do my best to try and write something anyways.))
“Whoa!” I exclaim, jumping back. Did that guy just fall out of a laptop?!
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You enter the coffee shop,stepping in and looking around at all the strange faces. You’ve been in some pretty weird situations but this tops them all. You just make your way to a seat at the back and sit down. You remove your quiver full of arrows and set it on the table in front of you and lean back,you kick your legs up onto the table and let out a content sigh. All that standing still in the hot sun,it really did a number on your feet. Not to mention getting shot at constantly. You are going to enjoy every bit of this rest and relaxation even if it is at some weird coffee shop.
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Another customer entered the shop, apparently. And, aside from the quiver of arrows, he was the most normal-looking person here. Of course, Tager’s nature was to only start conversations if he knew the person well or was part of his mission. Tager was rarely seen initiating any conversations due to this. Even Kokonoe, his direct superior, almost always had to ask for a report from Tager before getting one.
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L backed up as quick as he could as Dai tumbled out of the computer. This just got stranger and stranger. As he stepped back, he accidentally bumped the newcomer reclining a few feet away. “Sorry about that” he said sheepishly, turning back to look at the person who had just managed to wriggle his way out of the fairly small screen.
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He notices the other person and tips his hat in Tagers direction nodding.
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Stepping through the hole in which the door USED to be, you look around to find quite the strangest crowd of people you have ever seen. You suddenly, as always, trip over your right foot which was strangely stepping on the edge of your dark purple coat and fall face-first into the shop, your head slamming into the ground. You then lift your head slightly dazed, a small trickle of purple blood escaping you nose.
“*Oowww,….~” you groan in pain, using one of your gray-skinned hands to reach the top of your head, being careful to not touch one of your candy-corn like horns. You get up on your hands and knees, caring for your nose with tissues from your coat pocket.
“*God, why am I SO~ clumsy!?!?~” you say to yourself, sighing as you clean up your face.
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Tager stands, moving to aid the Troll that had entered. One of the things countering his quiet nature was his desire to help people. It seems as if his entire personality completely destroyed any stereotype relating to his unnecessarily muscular build.
At least the Troll seemed alright to Tager. Still, it never hurt to check. “Are you alright?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t scaring the gray-skinned, candy-corn-like-horned being with his appearance. His reputation as the Red Devil was something he felt he didn’t need to worry about, as this coffee shop seemed to be in a much calmer, brighter place than the Sector Seven Headquarters – Or, rather, anywhere the Boundary was close to.
He made a mental note to consider this general area as a spot he should frequent, especially if he retired. It seemed fairly peaceful here, albeit a bit strange – But he could get used to that much.