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Questionable Shapeshifter
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 Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 10:47 am
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Imisus
Who
Souru(Herve) & Bear-Garden(Lulu)
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 11:08 am
Things were delightfully quiet this morn in the little cafe.It was one of the few that he ever experienced when outside the confines of his own home...The smell of freshly brewed coffee, the soft chit-chats between the patrons, and the rhythmic 'clicks' and 'clangs' of utensils that echoed softly...The lack of arguments and yelling, of children screaming and the thick heavy smoke the hung outside...Quite, this was a good morning.
The people were even minding their own damn business as Herve J. Staun muttered to himself, viciously writing bits and pieces down on the mess of parchment on his table. Settled to the back of the shop, he found himself almost at peace as he continued to scribble and write almost viciously...He was coming up with a new book, and this was part of the process:
Planning and writing out every thought that came to mind.
Scaring others with his mutterings and rapid hand movements was just...a bonus, of sorts.
Suddenly, Herve looked up as the door opened...
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Questionable Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 8:16 pm
A small Yiruian woman stepped into the premises, wearing, once again, bright colors that disturbed her surroundings. She painfully stood out in a sea of mute--but to her, it was something that she enjoyed. Lulu liked when people noticed her, and it didn‘t really matter what they thought of her as long as there was that initial glance--that double take.
This was something she lacked back at Yirui, and she thought back to those dreadful days-- stuck in that just as dreadful teahouse, the place she called home for up until a few years ago. Sure there had been plenty of suitors, as if she was a little innocent flower waiting to be plucked. But Lulu knew that she wasn't the only one in Yirui. Things were different here. And with different places came different viewpoints.
Lulu had originally stepped out to prove to Alfred that she could, indeed, run simple errands such as restocking on regular commodities, but she needed a break too. Even though he wasn't here anymore, his words still rang in her head, and she couldn't rest until it stopped. Alas, she went into the café for one reason only--to stop for a nice and warm and different breakfast. She didn't know what a "cafe" was, but there were people eating there, so that made sense.
Lulu needed a break from Susan's food. To be frank, she was sick of what the maid served. While Lulu wasn't really a coffee person, if one thing was for sure, she definitely wasn't a tea person--and Susan simply preferred serving tea, as that was what Alfred had always requested.
Lulu took a good look at her surroundings. It was a strange crowd, but perhaps it was simply because she wasn't accustomed to seeing...these types of people.
There was a crazy-looking man that was muttering to himself off in one corner--but the other had some angry looking man that was stabbing at his toast. She looked toward the back of the cafe, where a man was looking up from his work, deep in thought. Seems rather safe. Lulu thought to herself. Compared to the rest, at least.
She took out her handkerchief and placed it on her seat before resting. Slowly, she took off her gloves and folded them neatly. Everything had to be in its right place, and everything had a purpose. The man sitting at the table next to her had the responsibility of not disturbing her. The grumpy looking man walking up to her at the purpose of serving her. The cook in the kitchen had the purpose of making the best food possible. Otherwise, there wouldn't be peace.
Little did Lulu know that peace would be one of the last things to come out from this experience.
Just as Lulu was about to open her mouth to greet the man, he interrupted with a rather rude "Whaddya want, lil' missy?" He grumbled as he wiped his fat grubby hand against the disgusting rag that hung on his belt.
Lulu ignored it. She mustn't make a scene. After all, it was just the beginning of a seemingly nice morning. "I'd like a cup of coffee, a slice of ham, two eggs, and a slice of bread with some butter, please." As she was listing off what she wanted, she heard a few coughs and chuckles from some of the shadier men. She started to really notice her surroundings now--and it made her almost wish she never stepped in.
►Evolution of Breakfast [ooc: SO IT SEEMS WHAT LULU ORDER WAS APPARENTLY LIKE TOO HIGH-CLASS OR SOMETHING. UNLESS I'M WRONG.]
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 2:34 pm
Now this was a peculiar sight, wasn't it.Watching with mild interest, Herve kept a steady gaze as the frail, feminine frame moved from entrance to counter...and he wasn't the only one watching. Several of the other patrons took a sour turn in their presences, as a few gossiped and snickered amongst their groupings. Nothing he could hear specifically, though he knew quite well what were on their minds. He could see it in their eyes...:
Foreigner
Lesser
Not Like Us It wasn't like it was an uncommon thing; what with the strict borders and the lack culture knowledge...and the abundance of supremacy arrogance; Herve didn't find it odd at all that the Yiruian female would be denied in her order. But he did find it quite a bit of an annoyance to witness.
That was the thing about 'peace'--It never lasted long.
The butterball of a man grunted with a smarmy smirk, showing off a few missing or yellowed teeth:
"Ha! You gotta be joking..."
Another mist of snickers and chuckles.
"Look, lil' missy, we run a spesa...a respactcle...a good named business here."
'Oh real clever. Artfully done. Really.'
"And I a'int gonna sully the place by serving the likes of youse."
'What's the harm? You get the ham from the back of a cart in the middle of the night anyway...'
"Now get. We don't serve your kind 'ere."
A muster of what sounded like a drunken, stifled cheer rang out.
'...and that's it.'
He stood soundly, his chair creaking against the floor and the room fell silent. It wasn't that his books were so famous or anything...they were just scared of the 6-foot lunatic!
"...I think you should rethink your 'policy'," he said just loud enough, pushing up his spectacles.
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Questionable Shapeshifter
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:24 pm
Lulu sat, and as she listened to the man before her babble on about...absolutely nothing, she folded her hands neatly on her lap and waited until he was done. His poor attempt at belittling her made her want to chuckle, but she simply smiled and stared at the man dead in the eyes. Before she was able to say anything, however, the quiet man in the corner that she had noticed before abruptly stood up.
She wasn't expecting to be in this type of situation, and it bemused her that these two men were bickering over a basic idea. All she wanted was breakfast, after all. Was it always this tedious? Meals back at her estate was always ready by the time she sat up in bed--by the time she opened her eyes to greet the new day. Susan made sure of it.
By this time, the men that were minding their own business and muttering to themselves made it painfully obvious they were observing what was going on. Some even moved closer to see how this was going to play out, all the while continuing the glare at the woman for even being near them.
"Oh, d'ya now?" The man guffawed as he turned around to tend to the dishes, not even giving Herve, nor anyone really, his attention. "Just whoddya think y'are? Em..empra? This is my cah-fe and I don't take orders from fellas like you."
Lulu, and the rest of the cafe turned their attention to The man with the spectacles to see how he would react. Lulu for the entertainment in which she unintentionally caused and the others watched in hope of the breakout of a fist fight.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 1:09 pm
In three long strides, Herve was already right by the greasy rube by the time he finished saying:
"Fellas like me? Now whatever could that mean?" he scowled, "And if you really think this ruddy s**t hole a 'cafe', then I must really be an emperor. Would you like to say that with me?" The cook set his rag and 'silverware' down at that point, getting rather testy about the situation--Although, he had already figured himself the winner, as most illiterate and stubborn jacks would do. "Well I dun see you com...complainin' about the food!" he growled, to which received this reply:
"There's no need to complain about the food. This young lady merely requested a meal...and I don't believe you're in the position to refuse money."
"Whaddya know?!"
"I see plenty from my rooftop."
Oh, Herve was bluffing. He didn't know much about how this guy continued to stay in business, besides getting 2nd hand meats from the back and such...but he figured there had to be something else. And it looked like he was right, watching the cook pale considerably into a hue that his apron should have been...but it turned red quickly enough as the beefy square threw a fist forward. Herve was caught off-guard, but thanks to the other man's short arm length and slowness, the author managed to grab the propelled fist before it connected to his face...The guy was slow, but his punches would still hurt like hell, Herve figured. Then, pulling him forward, Herve moved to the side while letting the cook's momentum throw himself into the table behind them.
Which expectantly broke under the cook's weight.
'Well, here's another place I can't come back to,' Herve sighed, before turning to the Yiruian woman. "Lets go. We can eat elsewhere.,"
It had been a long time since he needed to speak in any Yiruian dialect, but though she didn't appear worried or any such nonsense, Herve thought it might make her feel a little more trusting towards him.
. . .Lord, he hope his accent didn't sound too odd.
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Questionable Shapeshifter
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:22 pm
If Lulu was to say she wasn't impressed, she'd be lying. She hadn't seen a man do that for any woman since her arrival in Gadu. If Alfred were alive--oh, who was she kidding? If her husband was alive he would have personally chosen cooks make his food. That, and Alfred probably would have brought in one of his workers to fight his fight.
Lulu would have preferred if the man didn't make such a big deal about it--even though she had. She never really did make sense. But one thing was for sure, his Yiruian was deplorable. Or well, after another moment's thought, it was half-decent in her eyes. But she was curious about this man--not with any type of ulterior motive in mind--and that surprised her. She almost wanted to laugh when he spoke--oh how horrid he sounded. Though it wasn't that bad, as Lulu was reacting to. She just liked to exaggerate things. Lulu thought for a moment how she must have sounded when speaking Panymese. After all, even though she had been here for a few years now, she was still learning the language. She slightly shrugged to herself, though and realized that she had no idea as to where they were walking to. An awkward silence lingered in the air, but Lulu simply continued walking with him. While she wanted to yell at him and say that she had the situation covered--she held back for a moment.
"Ah...Thank you for that, sir....?" She waited for him to speak his name. "Yes." She didn't bother trying to say his name. Well, she just had to chide him a little now. "You didn't really have to step in, you know. The situation was...completely in good hands." She thought back to their fight. Well, excluding that. "I'm not sure if you were...trying to be chivalrous in a sort or if it's simply in your nature to help others, but I must say that your skills are rather commendable. Though..." She looked up and noticed some blood--she didn't know if it was his or if it was the fat man's, but either way it disgusted her. Lulu hesitated before pulling out her spare handkerchief and handed it to him as they continued to walk.
"You do need to work on defending yourself more. And there's no need to speak to me in my first language. I understand Panymese just as well." Slightly, Lulu wondered if she should offer him some breakfast at home. She didn't know what type of person he was, but she supposed she could at least give him thanks in that way. "If you'd like...you're welcome to visit my residence? Unless there's another place you'd like to go." There was a long pause. Oh, right, that didn't sound very-- "For food, of course."
How awkward. However, if records existed, one would have scratched in the mind of Lulu Rogers. Upon looking up to see her new acquaintance's reaction, she was horrified--and deeply offended--to see that no one was there. "Well. If you didn't want to accompany me, you could have told me that straight up! Hurumph!" Lulu didn't think much of his disappearance and simply continued to walk on by--and her heels continued to click into the distance.
To this day, Lulu does not realize what happened to Herve J. Staun--and really, she hasn't thought much of it. Perhaps if something was to clue her in again as to why his disappearance was important...
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