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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 2:01:33 GMT
Molly gulped. "Well... I suppose the library would be the best place to go. There's a lot of information there, books and articles that can tell you more about this place than... I think anyone here can."
She took a deep breath. "There's someone like you that works there as well,a woman named Nauyaca. She's a... Pientan, I think that's how Alex said it... But, that's my recommendation."
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 2:28:21 GMT
"Like me?"
The onyx eyes of the woman stared coldly at Molly for a moment. Judgingly perhaps. They crinkled as she gave a slight smile though.
"I see. Thank you. I hope you'll accept these. For your help."
The lebran placed a short stack of Mites on the table. Though the coins were made of marble, they smelled strongly of iron or copper.
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 3:10:53 GMT
The pile of mites caused Molly's eyes to light up. Being paid, just for advice? This... it felt wrong to her, to accept it. But... at the same time...
"I, Thank you." She replied. "I, I just... I really hope you find yourself having a good time here in Mival, but... a word of warning."
Her smile faded. "There's an assassin running around, very short woman covered in a cloak, has a crossbow and frayed, sunbleached hair. She's very dangerous, so please be careful."
Off to the side, as she finished jotting down her latest order, Demmy couldn't help but crack a smile at what Molly had accomplished. "Well, I be damned. Nice job, girl." She muttered under her breath. "Very well do-"
A brief movement out of her left eye caught Demmy's attention. It was Heather, with a tray filled with char sui and a bowl of orange and pineapple slices. She had nearly lost her grip on the tray, and had she not been quick to catch it, it would have crashed down on the floor and spilled. All Demmy needed to see was the enraged, hateful look spread across Heather's face to understand what had happened, and it took everything for her to not develop the most lopsided smirk on her face.
Nothing was so beautiful as seeing Heather's jealous, anguished hate over a mere tip.
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 5:03:25 GMT
"An assassin," the woman echoed thoughtfully, though she sounded amused more than concerned. "I will be sure to keep an eye out. And I will share a warning with you."
Her smile faded, and her face became as stony as the ceramic it resembled.
"The woman you described. She may be Pientan. But her name is boran. The bora are not a kind people. I never met a good one. I would stay away from her if I were you."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 5:10:27 GMT
"P-point taken, and I-I'll keep that in mind." Molly responded. She took the heavy marble coins, and placed them in her pocket.
It was then that Heather stepped in. "Here's your meat and fruits. Tried to make this as good as can be, for a special guest of course." The waitress smirked, yet it was clear her face was struggling to keep that smirk intact. Both Molly and Demmy could see that there was a barely veiled annoyance hidden away, yet at the same time there seemed to be... disbelief, or rather, fear of some sort. "Made of home grown produce and ingredients, of course." The Char Sui looked pristine, and almost mouth wateringly good, and the fruits as well seemed clean and edible, at least at first glance...
Molly, meanwhile had stepped away and back over to Demmy. Home grown? But, on the kitchen supply list... it was only imports for this week.
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 6:07:25 GMT
Without a word of acknowledgement for Heather, the stranger began to eat. She used no utensils, only a single hand. She ferried one piece of food at a time into her mouth at an idle pace. She did pick up her butter knife with the other hand, but only to twirl as she had the straw. Despite its far greater weight, it moved at the same blistering speed, becoming a silver blur.
It there was anything offensive about the taste of the food, the lebra woman gave no indication of it.
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 6:12:11 GMT
"I see you're enjoying it." Heather found herself saying. The woman impatiently watched as the lebran twirled the knife around with a speed and grace that set her on edge. A cold bead of sweat ran down the side of her face, yet her face seemed to relax. the smirk grew in strength.
"Nice to see Smokey the Tall One enjoying her food." She said. "Need a refill on your drink or extra, and I can serve you up."
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 6:35:20 GMT
The woman froze. The knife stood perfectly vertically between her fingers, like an extension of her hand, and a slice of pineapple was halfway to her mouth. Her onyx eyes flicked to Heather like shards of obsidian knapped from an arrowhead.
"I see little reason I would need you for anything. Leave, girl." The condescension in her voice matched the age in her eyes. "If I need something, I will call your better mannered friend."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 6:50:46 GMT
"G-girl?"
Heather's head snapped back to face the lebran. Both of her eyes had narrowed into venomous slits, and the smirk that had been on her face died on the spot, only to be revived as a growing snarl and scowl. Her right fist had balled up so tight, blood was starting to drip onto the table, and her left hand slammed down next to the woman's plate.
"Who the fuck do you think you're fucking calling a girl, you scaly bitch?! What smarmy jackass raised you in a barn and decided you were fit to interact with anyone who isn't your own retarded ass family?!"
Demmy had started to snicker, and all eyes in the bar had shifted over to look at the developing scene. Molly, realizing where things were likely to head, tried to come up to Heather's side. "Heather, just do as she says and be pol-"
"I'M NOT HEARING ANYTHING FROM YOU, MOLLY!" Heather used her bleeding hand to push Molly away, before turning back to the taller lebran. "Listen closely, you walking snake. I am more than just your fucking waitress. I WILL be serving you until I say you are done, and if you have an issue, then take it with you to the goddamn grave!"
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 22:16:30 GMT
Dark eyes reduced to slivers of volcanic glass and thin lips pulled back in a sneer, the lebra woman stood to face Heather. Even with the server in heels, the customer loomed above her.
A malign aura rolled off the strange woman as she breathed in to retort. Perhaps mercifully for the waitress though, a low voice called out before the lebran spoke up in her higher one.
"Chaves."
Wisma stood behind the bar, arms crossed, icy eyes hard. She was among the shortest people in the room, but she gave the impression she stood eye to eye with the pair.
"You're fired. Leave your room key and uniform with me before closing. Anything else, take it and get out. Ma'am, your room is now on the house, as is breakfast tomorrow."
Black eyes bored into the bar owner for a long moment. However, the dark pressure radiating from the stranger faded, and she dropped heavily back into her seat. "Fine."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 22:32:13 GMT
A loud "CRACK" echoed through the bar room. All eyes were back on Heather, and to Molly's surprise, the scowl had expanded into a full on venomous death glare. One of the woman's glass lenses had fractured, leaving the eye all but impossible to see behind it, but the other lens was blushed red with steam and anger.
"You know what? You know fucking what?! FINE! GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE! I'll GLADLY ACCEPT LEAVING THIS GODFORSAKEN HELLHOLE! FUCK YOU, YOU CRAZY AUTISTIC CUNT! I NEVER FUCKING LIKED YOU EITHER! SERVING PEOPLE LIKE YOU IS A WASTE OF MY TALENT AND A WASTE OF MY GODDAMN TIME!"
In one swift move, she swiped the nearest menu and tray, and hurled them right past Wisma's head. The tray shattered against the wall, sending shards scattering, and customers seeking shelter. "You'll fucking regret ever pissing me off, all of you. You and this place will BURN, especially you Demmy, and you too you fucking lizard bitch!"
She ripped her uniform off, and hurled it at Wisma, and her room key, before she turned and stormed out the door in just her undergarments.
"S-s-s-sorry!" Molly was quick to apologize once Heather was gone. She dashed over to the shattered tray mess and began to clean it up. "I'm so sorry! I-I had no idea she'd act so bad-"
"It's not your fault, Molly." Demmy was quick to be by her side. Internally, she was smiling the largest she could manage, knowing she'd never have to deal with being around Heather ever again. "Heather's always reacted poorly to... stress in general, and anyone talking down to her. I'm just surprised it took this long to happen, both in our world or here."
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 22:49:04 GMT
Leaving Molly's apology unaddressed, Wisma began giving out orders like a captain behind a ship's wheel. "Shih, give everyone here a free drink of their choice. If they don't drink, their entree is on the house. Read, come clean up this glass."
Ghostly eyes found Molly and Demmy. "Chance. Vale. Get over here."
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 22:54:23 GMT
After seeing what had befallen Heather, neither girl was in any mood of going against her orders or delaying them.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Both said in unison, and were quick to head over to where Wisma was.
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 23:11:42 GMT
Ushering the pair behind the counter, Wisma lowered her voice. "Chance, Chaves seems to like you, so I want you to run and talk some sense into her. If she comes back here and tries to interfere with my business, she's not leaving on her own."
She kicked a wooden panel on the wall behind them, and it buckled in response, folding up to revealing a hidden cupboard. A verifiable armory rested on the shelves within in. There were pistols, rifles, a pair of blunderbusses, and even a curved, guardless, single-edged sword. A roaring lion etched with gold wrapped around its ivory hilt. The steel of its blade had the slightest of blue tints and seemed to be getting regular cleanings due to its sheen.
"It will look bad if the guards have to carry a body out, so hurry after her. She should be easy to find since she left half naked. As for you Vale, you seem not to like Chaves, so you can go deal with her stuff." She entrusted Demmy with the key Heather had thrown at her. "Throw it out, burn it, keep it, wear it, I don't care. I just want it gone. Tidy up the room when you're done. Do the two of you understand?"
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 2, 2018 23:23:28 GMT
The sight of the guns had left Molly momentarily stunned, even as Demmy nodded and left. There was something about them, the way they were designed, the way they looked, which was gnawing at the back of Molly's head, trying to tell her something, but whatever it was, it was just out of reach for her.
"Y-yes, ma'am!" Molly finally snapped back to reality, and was quick to leave Wisma's office. Between the lebran and the strange aura she had began to conjure when Heather had confronted her, and those weapons that Wisma had on her... Nothing in this place was as it seemed, and it was eating away at Molly's conscious and soul.
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Post by Stage on Jun 2, 2018 23:44:44 GMT
Lightless eyes watched Molly rush out of the building. The lebra woman had resumed eating, though now even slower than before. She was aware Heather had likely tampered with her food, but she had eaten far worse. Foraging in the jungle had not yet failed to produce something edible, but it sometimes did not offer much that was palatable. She ate to live, not as a form of godless worship like so many of the gluttonous pigs here. Besides, she had not wanted to reward the server for her pitiful, baseless retribution.
Hers, should she ever have the chance to take it, would be far worse. The black eyes of the woman squeezed shut as she made sure to etch the appearance of the former waitress into her mind. Were they to cross paths again, she would not get off so lightly as to simply be ejected from her position...
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 3, 2018 0:32:43 GMT
Molly opened the front door of the bar, and raced out into the cold night. It was dark now, and the only illumination available for the girl were the scattered street lights and lanterns. "Heather!" Molly shouted out, looking to her left first, then to the right. "Heather, wait!"
Yet, there was no response. No matter which way Molly looked, there was no sign of the former waitress, no indication of where she may have gone. She had vanished into the dark night somehow...
"Heather...." Molly called out once more, but her gut was telling her it was hopeless. Heather was no doubt too far out of earshot to even hear her. If she tried to scour the entire city, it would take hours to try and find her, and that was assuming nothing bad happened...
"Oh no, oh no, oh no..." She shook her head. As much of a headache as the woman was, as much of a pain, she just... she didn't feel right leaving her exposed and defenseless in the night, especially with an assassin possibly on the loose, even if Chalodna and Micah had her contained.
With no other choice, and with the pit in her stomach only growing heavier, she grudgingly turned around and went back inside after several minutes of searching the street...
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Post by Stage on Jun 3, 2018 2:28:57 GMT
As Molly trudged back in, Wisma, who had begun to take orders in her place, lifted her head. "Any luck?"
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Post by Executus Gira on Jun 3, 2018 2:40:43 GMT
Molly shook her head. "I couldn't find her. I searched up and down the street, and nothing. No one had even seen her, which is strange."
"Then she's gone and hid somewhere like a sewer rat. Oh well." Demmy said as she came back from the upstairs. "Heather's stuff has been disposed of, and the room may as well have never been inhabited."
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Post by Stage on Jun 3, 2018 2:56:17 GMT
"Good work, Vale," Wisma nodded to her. When she turned to Molly though, she looked less pleased. "Well, if she comes back to cause trouble, hope she meets you before she meets me. You two probably need to talk, so go to the kitchen and wash dishes for the rest of your shift. Tell Shih and Read I need them out here."
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