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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:29 pm
He could clean his mess, Fern grumbled to herself as she put the mocked arrow back into the quiver and took the rest out of the wall, replacing each one into the quiver. Her arrows had hit only the wall, a simple fix for the Humes. Once again, she regretted letting her cat's curiosity take over her Veria sense. As soon as all the arrows were back in the quiver, the bow was settled back onto her back. She hopped to where the rabbit-Hume had not made a mess and crossed her arms as she examined the mess. Yes, other than several holes in the wall, she'd done very little damage to the place. Her ears prickled, and they perked as she felt the Wood calling. Yes, it was mocking both crossbreeds, but still praising her. Mentally, she made a simple request, and roots were visible through the holes a few seconds later. It was clear that they were repairing the wall, somehow even getting the color right. "It will take a few days, but the Wood is repairing my damage, despite the distance. The rest is the rabbit's doing." She said, eyes half closed as she watched the wall get repaired of its holes. "The visible damage I did should be gone within a few hours, but the Wood is thorough. Any internal damage the Wood accidentally causes will be repaired as well." Her voice was almost at a purr in the end, and she looked very much like a pleased cat. The Wood helping a crossbreed is rare, and a crossbreed so far away even rarer. I will have to hunt a Mark within the Wood that is creating damage in thanks. she mused. An Elite Mark would be good practice... she felt the Wood almost chuckle at her thoughts: the Veria always were amused by her thoughts, being only half of one of them. ((I just miiiiight make a Veria join. A full Veria, not a crossbreed))
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:22 pm
The Veria wandered the streets, hearing whispers of a cute cafe that had been destroyed by a freak with strange rabbit ears and a fuzzy person. She then felt the Wood in action nearby. "Fern, you're nearby?" Rose murmured, her long ears perking up. Yes, she heard her sister/daughter's thoughts, and how their kind felt. She felt the now-familiar rush of anger as she found the place. Yes, the Wood was repairing the walls. "Really?" was all she said as she strode in, looking down at the shorter halfbreed, who had cat's paws for feet instead of the Veria's points that had most, of not all, fullblooded Veria wear heels, like she was. As such, Rose topped Fern by a few inches. She ignored the few remaining people as she stared at the crossbreed she considered more a sister than a daughter.
"Yes, really." the halfbreed said, hugging Rose, who sighed and closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly.
((Dark red is Rose, brown Fern. Black be neutral, but the train of thought is hopefully clear.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:44 pm
ＤＯＲＩＡＮ ＶＯＮ ＤＥＬ
The habbit continued to make a mess in his frustration. Ugh. He wasted such a perfect cup of coffee. If he couldn't have HIS coffee--he was making sure NO ONE IN THIS SHOP WOULD. Dorian remained oblivious of how self-centered this thought process was. Oh well. He was Dorian Von Del. If things didn't roll his way--there would be hell.
"EEP!" The habbit squealed. An array of arrows surrounded him and pegged the walls. With his ears flattened against his head, his eyes sparked with the challenge with the girl's words.
"Shoot me?" He chuckled a little, "WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?! WERE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY THIS SHOP BEFORE I DO?! SO NOT COOL. AND YOU MADE ME SQUEAL AND LOWER MY COOLNESS LEVELS. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? DON'T TRY AND TAKE MY GODDAMN JOB. AND DON'T SHOOT ME, BECAUSE GUESS WHAT---" He ran over to the cat girl, his eyes locked onto hers, "I WILL NOW USE MY MOST FEARED METHOD. YOU SCARED KITTY? YEAH. I BET YOU ARE. YOU'LL BE RUNNING THE OTHER DIRECTION CRYING FOR YOUR MOM OR DAD. OR YOUR SISTER. OR MAYBE A TREE. I DUNNO WHAT UGLY CATS DO."
Dorian quickly lowered his head and his ears flapped against the neko's cheeks. He had essentially slapped her...with his ears. He stood back, with a stupid grin across his face. "YEAH FEEL THE BURN YOU LITTLE---"
Suddenly, the mild mannered waitress, Aimee, bursted into flames. Not literally, but to Dorian...she might as well be on fire. Her cheeks anyways. They were red with such anger. I guess, she DOES have a breaking point. He froze a little, clearly taken back by her outburst. She demanded that they both clean it up. He pointed at the cat girl defensively. "SHE STAAAARTED IT~" He whined as he blew a raspberry at her face. "SHE EVEN SHOT ARROWS IN YOUR WALL WITH SOME B.S ANSWER SAYING IT'LL FIX THE PLACE UP."
Dorian quickly picked up a vase that somehow survived the chaos and placed the fallen flower inside of it. "VOILA. THE ARROWS CAN'T DO THAT." He looked at the cat girl with a raised eyebrow, "Yeah, because..VIOLENCE DOESN'T SOLVE ANYTHING. EXCEPT FOR ME. BECAUSE I'M FLIPPIN' FABULOUS." He chuckled confidently as he looked at Aimee, "AND.." He lowered his voice as he pulled himself a chair and paced his feet on a table that was a bit wobbly from his mess-- "I need my goddamn coffee." He held his head high, but his one eye watched the neko very distastefully. Damn cats.
♛
ooc: I give Aimee rights to slap him and toss a janitor suit at him. Seriously. xD
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 10:04 pm
 *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(Rose)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
Rose rolled her eyes at the male crossbreed's antics. "I think someone has an unhealthy addiction. Some time in the Wood might cure him." At that, she found a place on the floor to sit, her foster sister following suit. "Cat wants to eat him, Veria says to shoot him, it'll be easier." Fern muttered, crouching down. Rose shoved her sister's head down into the ground. "You have caused enough trouble with the other hybrid. Lie down until the Veria decide your fate." Fern winced, but huddled up on the ground by Rose's feet. That stupid rabbit was easily laughed off, in fact she shot him a fanged grin to show that he was nothing to her, all mouth, really. An even look from her sister had her stop and look at the floor again, her ears twitching.
♪───Ｏ（Fern）Ｏ────♪ ((Working on a post format, don't mind me. And yes, both will still be posted at once.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:08 pm
 ==========================================AiméeAimée let out a soft laugh before both of the creatures. This is impossible- talking animals, kitties that shoot deadly arrows, a Habbit that seemed to come out of the storybook of Alice in Wonderland... It may be because I've had trouble sleeping lately.. I really shouldn't stay up late reading... I'm just seeing things.. hopefully.. Despite what the voice in her head said, she decided to go on with it. Snapping back to reality, she heard the neko-like creature mention that the walls would repair themselves by a superior force. Assuming that she was telling the truth Shaking her head, Aimée returned to the back of the counter and took out a cardboard box filled with cleaning supplies and a large janitor suit and handed them both to the Habbit.
Smiling, she said "Well, somebody has to clean up this mess! The cat already did her part, and this, motioning her hands at the mess, "is all left for you to clean up."
A glint shown in the waitress's eyes, a sign that she was coming up with a plan.. "You know what? The café is looking to hire a janitor; That's your position here from now on. The suit might be a bit large, since you're a little... petite... but it'll work, just roll up the sleeves. I suppose that you can do this until you've paid off your dept to the shop, but if you'd like, it can be permanent, and I could pay you with coffee..? Leaving the Habbit speechless with his mouth hanging wide open, she went outside and erased the "Janitor" position from the "Help Wanted" sign.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:53 pm
ＤＯＲＩＡＮ ＶＯＮ ＤＥＬ
Dorian crossed his arms triumphantly at the nekos. Yeah. he sure showed them. Damned cats. He saw them grin, oh my god is that neko girl hitting on me? He scooted into the corner, Oh curse my beauty! His thoughts were interrupted as Aimee suddenly spoke. He put his ears back, preparing for a lecture; but instead, her mild mannered voice came out. Geezus. She was either raging or speaking like everything was the bee's knees. He rolled his eyes as she mentioned his mess. Yeah well..that's the JANITOR's job. Poor unfortunate sap.
As if Aimee was a mind-reader though, she came out holding a pile of dirty, ugly-as-hell clothes.
Dorian raised an eyebrow as she continued to speak. Did she just force him to get a job...THE VERY ONE HE MOCKED?
DID SHE JUST CALL HIM SMALL?
OH HELL NO.
He stood up from his chair, as he watched her wipe away the position from the help wanted sign. "H-hey! Hold on!" He would've been shouting, but god damn, the girl left him shocked by her sudden announcement.
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" He shouted again, but the coffee benefit seemed nice. He stomped his left foot into the floor, and snatched the clothes and scurried into a changing room as he put them on quickly. He kept the red bow tie...he was going to look dapper AT ALL COSTS.
"AIMEE THIS OUTFIT LOOKS LIKE s**t ON ME. THIS BELT IS UGLY AND SMELLS FUNNY AND THE SHIRT KEEPS FALLING OFF BECAUSE--" Oh. Damn. Because I'm small.He began to mumble various profanities under his breath before he resumed his rant, with a pout on his face.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW IF I'M JOBLESS? HUH? ARE YOU STALKING ME? ARE YOU SECRETLY MY FANGIRL LIKE THAT CAT WHO I THINK IS HITTING ON ME?"
Well, fact was, he WAS jobless. He was laid off simply because he lost his temper at all his jobs and was disrupting other workers. Was there perks to being a janitor in a dainty shop? Hell if Dorian knew. Still pouting, Dorian's ears fell down. He did owe the girl...temporary or not...he pulled out a rag and an empty bucket, which he then proceeded to fill up with water.
Whistling innocently, he ran up between the cats and held the bucket of water over them. "TAKE THIS YOU CRAZY FANGIRLS." He turned the bucket over and doused them in cold water.
"OKAY, WHEN DO I GET MY COFFEE, AIMEE? I KINDA CLEANED THE PLACE UP OF THE WEIRD CATS AND STUFF." He flashed her a cocky grin, awaiting his reward.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:09 pm
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(Rose)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
"If you were not oblivious, crossling, then you would recognize that I am a Veria, not a cat." Rose said, rising slowly. Her voice was extremely neutral. "Fern is a crossbreed, Veria and cat. If your mind were not so clouded with your addiction, then you would have realized this already. Alas, you did not, and if we were in the Wood, then you would have been shot in penance."
"I still think he should be shot anyway." Fern grumbled, rising herself.
"Quiet. Your fate has not been decided yet." Rose said, her gaze remaining on the rabbit crossling, as she had called him. Beside her, Fern went back down to her curled position, though she shook herself off when splashed. Rose ignored the water, soon dry. "Your ignorance is mass indeed." she said, sounding amused. "Some patience is something you need to learn." he long rabbit-like ears, already standing tall, perked up, and her gaze became distant briefly. "Be glad you were not in the wood, crossling," she said, she sound of other Veria's voices undertoning hers, "for you would have been shot by the Veria, if not killed by the invaders of the Wood by now."
"And now he has to clean up the water." Fern muttered. She stood once again, and the two went to a table, where the Veria sat down, clearly ignoring the crossling now, and the half-Veria curled up under the table, her tail flicking on occasion.
♪───Ｏ（Fern）Ｏ────♪  ((Lol, only the half-Veria grinned at you. We seem to be misunderstanding each other's posts very well. How amusing))
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:23 pm
==========================================AiméeAimée finished speaking and patiently waited for the Habbit's response, but she didn't need to wait for long. The Habbit began throwing another one of his "fits", but didn't object to wear the outfit to begin his job. Aimée seemed amused, and pulled out a chair by the counter to watch what he could do. All of a sudden, he insisted that she was some sort of spy who knew everything about him, including the fact that he was unemployed. She couldn't help but smile at what he began to imply.
"It was a simple guess; with that temper of yours, there was no doubt that you couldn't hold onto a job. You've already spent all of your money to please your endless addiction.
From what I see, you spent money on cheap attire to make it look as if you worked in position of authority and high pay, but in reality you don't have a single penny in your pockets. Am I right?"
Sherlock Holmes would be proud of me, for using skills that belong to a true detective. Trying to cover up a wide grin on her face, she turned to face the Vieras... "As for you two... thank you for repairing the damage that the arrows made, would you like a cup of coffee?"
Although they didn't do anything to earn it, it was a chance to tease the Habbit.
This will be interesting...
Glancing at the clock above the entrance of the door, she realized how time quickly went by.
Only half an hour remained before Aimée closed the shop up for the day.
Turning back to the Habbit, she asked
"We're closing up soon; you better hurry! Oh and, your name is... ?
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:28 pm
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(Rose)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
Rose shook her head. "Most Veria drink only water, caffeine is almost as bad as nethecite when it takes control of one of us." Fern's ears perked up slightly, and her nose started wiggling slightly. Outside, she smelled a mouse. Getting up into a slight hunting crouch, cat style, she stared in the direction of the door, stalking the critter with her ears and nose.
Rose looked down at Fern. "We are not in the Wood, the Humes will not like to see you like this. If you must go, hide." Fern zipped out the door on all fours, permission to hunt having been granted. Rose then turned back to the Hume and the crossling. "The Wood will work through the night to repair the internal damages the arrows caused, but the external damage has been repaired. I will come back tomorrow and look in." she stood, looking at the crossling. "You might want to break the addiction, crossling. Your personality reeks of it, and nothing of the mild rabbit side of yours." she, too, left then, her ears easily brushing the doorframe.
♪───Ｏ（Fern）Ｏ────♪
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:10 pm
==========================================AiméeThe Habbit glanced at his feet.. or paws.. and avoided her answer for a while. In the corner of her eye, Aimée noticed one of the Veria shaking her head, mentioning something about neth... something and how they don't drink caffeinated beverages, while the other began showing her cat-like traits, crouching down, but nevertheless she still confused Aimée."Oh, that's fine. I could get a water for you, and how would you like it? Aimée held an awkward position... unsure whether the Verias drank out of bowls or cups.. Just then, the shop door opened and an American boy walked in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:06 pm
OOC: @ Caelo: I also started off a bit for your character, and excuse her personality ^^;  =================================→ C H A N E L ←Hours must have passed before Chanel realized what had just happened. A horrid mess took over the quaint shop; screaming rabbits and strange cats.. Ugh. I must have drifted off and began daydreaming again didn't I. Just as Chanel got up from her seat, a foreigner walked into the Cafe, an American to be specific. Walking up to him, she said, "Have we met before?" Drumming her fingers across the counter, she realized where she had seen him before. "You. You were the rude driver who nearly took my life with that terrible driving skills of yours. Typical Americans. " She was highly aware that she was exaggerating, but it never did any true harm to her. "Do you know who I am?! I believe that you owe me an apology. Tapping her heels on the vintage floor tiles, she waited, leaving the young boy confused.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 12:50 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxC o r e y . C o n n o l l y .Corey was wandering down the sidewalk when he saw the cafe. It looked pretty nondescript from the outside, just like most of the other cute little places he'd seen here. The "Help Wanted" sign on the window was the only thing that really caught his attention.
Huh. Might as well, he thought to himself. Mom and Dad's money won't last long. Corey had been traveling in Europe for a while, and his parents were getting a bit annoyed.
Inside the cafe, it looked a lot more chaotic, with spilled coffee and broken dishes. They must have really needed some help. Before he noticed anything else about the scene, Corey was approached by a young woman in what looked like designer clothes. Thinking she might work there, he opened his mouth to introduce himself, but she started talking right away.
"Um..." He was struck speechless for a moment by her lecture, but quickly regained his composure. She must have been the pedestrian who'd been wandering down the middle of the road earlier that day. Almost gave him a heart attack. He'd honked to try to get her attention, but not loudly, he'd thought. "I'm really sorry, miss. I didn't mean to scare you."
He stayed calm through her tirade, aware that when people are angry at you, it's best not to react. "Actually, I don't know who you are. I was just here to ask about the job opening. My name's Corey, though." He extended his hand in greeting, a little worried that she'd slap him instead of shaking it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 1:20 pm
=================================→ C H A N E L ← She stared at him with an arched eyebrow when he mentioned that he didn't recognize her, and was stunned when he extended his hand to hers. Glancing out the shop windows to make sure that paparazzi wasn't out there, she shook his hand. The press shouldn't get the wrong idea. A Chanel who is associated with a street boy? I could laugh at myself. "It's Chanel. Julia Chanel, as in the perfume. Apology accepted. And while you're here, would you care to tell me how this new cologne smells? Without leaving the boy to answer, she took a sample of the cologne out of her purse and sprayed it on him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 1:34 pm
==========================================AiméeThe woman who Aimée served earlier came up to him, giving him a lecture which left him speechless.
When she began to spray him with a bottle of cologne, Aimée stepped in. "Excuse me, miss." Stopping midway in her sentence, she inhaled the scent. It was rather pleasant, and not too overwhelming. Shaking her head to get back on track, she turned to the boy who was still trying to make sense of the madness around the shop. "Corey, was it? You're just in time. Would you like to be the waiter, perhaps? I'm taking my break- glancing at the clock, she knew that her shift still had 10 minutes until it was over, but she had enough already. "Now." Handing him her tray, she dashed out the door towards the library.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 1:40 pm
ＤＯＲＩＡＮ ＶＯＮ ＤＥＬ
Dorian raised an eyebrow as that scumbag Aimee offered those two street cats some coffee. DAMMIT.
He turned a little crossed his arms as he ignored her very accurate statement concerning jobs. Fooey. Damn females.
With a snide remark, as Aimee announce they were closing soon, he added quietly, "Dorian." He paused for a moment, "Dorian Von del. GET ME A NAMETAG OR SOMETHING SO I'M NOT JUST THE JANITOR." He blew a huffy breath until this blonde girl walked in like this damn cafe was the cat walk.
"OH GREAT PEOPLE." He announced as he was sweeping up the pieces of glass plates he broke into a dustpan. He watched her as she began to nitpick at this boy who looked like he was run over a couple of cars. Looking over at the girl and then boy he sighed, if this place was becoming a chick flick where a poor boy swoons a rich girl or some bull s**t like that I WILL PUKE.
...
And then clean it.
He put his ears back. Being a janitor sucked.
He looked at Aimee has she offered him a job. THERE WAS CHOICE.
"DAMMIT YOU GIVE HIM AN OPTION TO WORK IN THIS PLACE?" Dorian looked over at Corey angrily, "I GET PAID FOR MY ADDICTION AND I'M ETERNALLY IN DEBT. AGH." Frustrated, he flipped a table and then pouted as he realized...he had just added to his mess. "WHY IS BEING A JANITOR SO HARD."
♛
ooc: Just letting you guys know, school is starting for me tomorrow and with it..my activity will probably decrease significantly. :< I apologize.
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