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"What it means is that I'm the resident exorcist at the Fortress of Doom," she said, remembering what Meryl had always told the shadow, concerning her nontraditional method, 'sometimes it's better to get something done quietly and effectively than quickly.' The shadow had always liked Meryl, and Meryl the shadow. Both were easygoing and playful enough to get along.

She grabbed a straw, ripped off the end of the paper, and blew off the rest of the wrapper, hitting the angel in the shoulder. Meryl, within her head, was dripping with embarassment. "I mean, and they cover everything with paper, too! They say they want to save trees? Just look at this, then," she said, pointing to her small pile of sugar packets, "that's all trash, it'll just be thrown away. They ought to quit their complaining, yanno. But anyway," she said, brandishing the straw and poking it at Jeppy's coffee, "Can I try some of that? It smells kind of noxious, but everyone's drinking it here, so it can't be that bad."

"Thanks so much," Bleu smiled at the angel and his companion. Oh, now what?!? Okay, just calm down. You are a Fairy of the High Council. You are confident. You don't normally talk. No, no, be confident. Shine with it, like Luminous. Oh, think, what would Adora do? "So, where do you two come from?" Bleu asked with a big smile, hopefully not overdoing the enthusiasm.

Nyte poked his head into the doorway. Nope, no sign of Davri anywhere. This didn't even look like a bar. Shrugging, he went inside anyway.
The 12-year-old brushed his hair behind his ear and bit his lip, approaching the group of people in the cafe. Couldn't hurt to try. Drat, he really needed to cut his hair...

"Hey, um, excuse me..."

Jephthah jumped. "Well, of course it's hot," he snapped. "It's coffee. It's not cold. Son of God." He moved the coffee back to his side of the table and fixed her with a chiding glare that only lasted for a few seconds. Then he glanced at the faerie, never quite meeting her eyes. "Purgatory. Where are you from?"

The chair creaked as Jephthah turned around to face Nyte. His eyes were increasingly like hot coals, burning and growing brighter with each new face that dared interrupt his quiet day at the cafe.

Nyte blinked and stared back at the angel, who was literally smoking with rage. Yikes.

Biting back the urge to ask 'isn't wrath a deadly sin?' he instead squeaked out, "Have you seen a man with brown hair over one eye?" He gestured helpfully with one hand. "I don't suppose you have. Sorry to have bothered you." He backed away slowly.

"No kid, I haven't," Jephthah grumbled. He serveyed the crowd exasperantly and wondered when his table became a black hole for every strange creature that happened into this cafe. Then he remembered the sign outside, the one about friendly conversation, interaction, and meeting new people, and he took a deep breath.

"Okay. So, tell me more about this Fortress of Doom." He started to smile. "How does one get to work there?"