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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:38 pm
As far as mornings at DeathBUCKs went, the crowd and the noise-level was pretty typical; people standing in line, shifting, calling to friends, holding tables. Mytha and Tristan had gotten in early, new faces in the sea of caffeine-deprived individuals, because apparently even the best (and most specialized) schools had a limit on the number of students allowed into the training area at the same time.
Somehow, it just figured that Mytha and Tristan would manage to wind up late, despite being up earlier than most others in their buildings. Naturally, however nonsensically, it therefore had to be the other person's fault that their planned morning was now deviating quite strongly from the original template.
In plain language, Tristan and Mytha had sniped at each other for most of the way to the coffee-house, and despite the noise Mytha and Tristan's round table seemed to be draped with its own heavy silence. A few others approached, perhaps intending to take a chair or something, but they were warning away by the double glare.
Finally, as though making a great declaration, Tristan rose and said "I'm going to stand in line. A Death-Warmed-Over, extra Fog, right?"
Mytha leveled a look at Tristan that made him feel even more foolish than he usually did while saying those contrived names - for what was just a frappachino with extra foam - so the blond Technician irately smoothed out his blazer as he muttered "Keep doing that and I'll get you a plain black."
"If you do that," retorted Mytha, a little too calmly, "you're going to have to drink standing up."
Well, if that happened, no-one won. Tristan, feeling very much the mature one, swept off towards the line, leaving Mytha to shake her hair back over her shoulder and idly drum her fingertips on the tabletop.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:03 pm
"Come on Annabelle, I need something to drink."
"But this place is so BORING. You can't even run around!"
"Its not always about running around and training ya know."
The black haired youth kept walking despite the protests of his white haired weapon. She pouted behind her reaper hood but kept walking. He was glad for her reluctant cooperation. Wendell in fact loved DeathBucks, as they occasionally hosted poetry contests. He walked in, noting the long line but not really caring, "Go get us a seat. I'll get you a hot chocolate ok?"
She pouted again but the promise of chocolate did a lot of sooth her face into a grin. She quickly left her Technician's side and looked around. Most people had already taken tables so she looked elsewhere. Finally she spied a table with just one long haired girl sitting at it. Not really caring she happily skipped over and hopped into a seat. "Hiya! Mind if I have a seat? There's not many places to sit. I'm Annabelle, a Weapon at Shibusen school!"
Wendell took a place in line behind a blonde youth, giving him a quick once over like any sixteen year old with hormones. Not bad, but he had to get a delicious Gravedigger or an Iced Mocha.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:15 pm
"Um... Okay."
Mytha blinked, a little taken aback. Now, contrary to her occasional appearance, Mytha wasn't shy... She was just a little quiet. But she also thought that anyone would be just a little bit startled if a white-haired pixie had bounced out of nowhere and into the seat next to you.
"Hi," she allowed at last, figuring that it couldn't hurt... And besides, she was really, really missing having someone besides her 'partner' to talk to.
"Name's Mytha, Mytha Grenville... I go to Shibusen too."
Mytha glanced down at the table-top, now drawing idle pictograms out of nothing, as she added "We haven't met yet, though. I haven't spoken to anyone, really... except for my partner."
Mytha did, however, flash a quick smile, streaked braids - well, they were braids today - swinging slightly from the movement. "I'm also a Weapon, though. A kusari-gama."
Tristan was idly counting his money... then re-counting, then his credit-cards, then his checks. Not for any real reason, and it wasn't like he had to worry if anything feel out, but...
Why did he have to get a Weapon that was so strong-headed? Wasn't a Weapon supposed to listen to their Technician? At least, occasionally?
'Figures,' thought Tristan, glancing up and over to the table, peering through the crowd. 'I finally find a partner and she doesn't hear a word I say.'
The line moved forward by three bodies, and someone carrying a tray one-handed walked past, just at the right time to spill a Graveyard Tea all over Tristan's blazer.
Biting back a retort, Tristan shot the clumsy teenager a glare that sent him scooting from the shop, and DeathBUCKS continued to ignore it all as Tristan shrugged out of his outer layer. Glancing at the person in line behind him - some black-haired guy, maybe vaguely familiar from class or something - Tristan glanced expectantly at the napkin-dispenser (and condiment table) at the other's elbow as he tried to prevent the black tea from staining the wool.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:41 pm
The white haired girl smiled, not really catching the fact she had started the person she had sat next too. Despite not knowing all that many at school she was generally social. But so far all she had wanted to do was train. The few times she had been out with Wendell they had met a few people, she had even met a pair of weapons on her own.
"Cool, I'm Annabelle Lee. I am a Crescent Scythe! My Technician, Wendell, is in line getting drinks! I'm getting a hot choco....oh dear!" She looked to line as the person in front of Wendell got a drink spilt on him.
Wendell waited calmly for his turn but smirked a bit as the boy in front of him got splashed with a Graveyard Tea. But then again it was a waste of good caffeine. He saw the blonde glance to his elbow, so he looked to find the napkins. Taking the cue he grabbed a handful and handed some to the boy while he was kind enough to help him clean off the drink.
"Well at least you smell delicious," he grinned at Tristian.
Wendell seemed to be handling it so she continued to sit. She almost bounced in her chair as she waited. She hated the waiting part of getting her hot chocolate.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:54 pm
Tristan arched an eyebrow, a wry twist to his mouth; mopping off the excess tea with a handful of napkins, Tristan's dark eyes swept in evaluation over the person in front of him. True, he was helping... sort of... but really, had that smirk been absolutely necessary?
Of course, Tristan would have smirked harder if what had just happened had happened to someone else, but that was completely besides the point.
In response, however, Tristan opted for the rejoinder, which went,"In the sense that I'd attract caffeine-addicts, or cannibals?" Draping the damp blazer over one arm, Tristan eased the other's "helpful" hands away from him as inoffensively as possible; that was a little too much contact, thank you.
"No offense," he added, flashing a quick smile that was almost like Mytha's, only more... self-assured. "But I adhere to a firm 'hands off' policy in public. Prevents others from getting jealous, you see."
When the 'accident' happened, Mytha was in fact startled; just, it was more at the fact that Tristan hadn't laid into the offending klutz right there. 'He must really be feeling down this morning...' she mused, not very guilty at all.
Mytha, watching Annabelle, smiled a little; the girl was cute. Maybe a little younger than her? In any event, she seemed a lot like... Alissa... had? More like a little girl than a WEAPON.
Which, of course, she was, so Annabelle couldn't really be underestimated. But still. "Tristan will be fine," assured Mytha dismissively. "You're getting the hot chocolate? How is that here?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:10 pm
"Both, as they both sound like interesting fans," he chuckled a bit and threw away the rest of the dirty napkins.
"Ah yes, must keep others from being jealous. A common problem I surely understand," yeah he was being just as sarcastic as the other but he understood. After all he wasn't exactly touchy-feelily but Annabelle's constant superhero attitude did pop through occasionally. He brushed the black hair from his face with black painted nails. A smile across his face as he looked at the other with bright green eyes.
Now that the boy was cleaned up he nodded to the barista who was looking as if she were preparing for a very angry customer. He shot her a wink and smile, she nodded in return and winked back at him. She always knew his order. Wendell looked back to the other, "What are you having? Other than what's on your clothes?"
"Its FABULOUS! Its the only reason I come here! Well other than when they have the poetry or singing contests. Then I come here to support Wendell," she grinned at the person.
She liked this girl, she didn't insult her or make fun of her because she acted quite a bit younger than she was. Also she really liked the girl's hair. Pulling own her own reaper hood she reveals her own bright white locks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:27 pm
"It's that good?" Mytha was a little surprised that hot chocolate could elicit such a reaction... or maybe Annabelle was just excited. "Mm..." 'I wonder if it's as good as Dad's?''
But Mytha had to smile; Annabelle's hair was so pretty! "You don't see a lot of people with that color, naturally, you know?" she said, indicating Annabelle's pale locks. For finding the tail end of one of her braids and winding it around her finger, Mytha asked "Have you ever thought of streaking it?"
Pausing for a moment to consider different colors, Mytha added, "You wouldn't even have to bleach it first."
Glancing down at her own outfit, Mytha looked back up with mismatched eyes and smiled a little as she added "The hood is cute too. Since you're a scythe, it fits, right?"
Giving a dismissive wave of the hand, Tristan said "Tea? Please. This morning can only be fixed by a good, hard shot of espresso. Or two, if possible." Turning to the barista, his voice clipped as if used to people getting and doing things for him, Tristan rattled off "Death-In-A-Cup, double-strength, and a Death-Warmed-Over with extra Fog.
"And some wet napkins would be nice," he added, almost offhandedly, fishing out his wallet and riffling through the larger bills as the barista hurried off.
"You know, it's not exactly fair," commented Tristan, still not paying much attention except to his wallet, "but somehow I don't feel in a tipping mood. She'll just have to make do without my two dollars and sixty cents."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:40 pm
"No I guess not. Unless you go to my family reunion. I guess you could say this is a family look. Everyone with my family's blood line has this color hair," she giggled a bit. It was true, her whole family had snow white locks save for those who had married into the family.
"Color it? Hmm, well Wendell's the one who colors his hair. He's a blond but prefers to dye it black," she considered what the other girl had said about highlighting. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad. But her father would distinctly disapprove.
"Yeah I like it! My family owns some of the biggest graveyards in Death City! Its like a family business. That's how I met Wendell, his family owns the Van de Burg Mortuary and Funeral Home," she looked quite proud of her and Wendell's family businesses. After all both of their families had been in the business for centuries.
Wendell took his own drinks once they were made and was sure to give a tip, after all he didn't smell of tea. He nodded his goodbye to the blond, giving him one last look over before heading back over to the table where Annabelle was sitting. He had never given it a thought that the girl Anna was sitting with was his weapon.
"Ok, here's your hot chocolate," he handed the cup over, "And I see we are making friends?" he glanced to the long haired before taking his own Iced Mocha and sitting down.
"Uh huh! This is Mytha! She's a Weapon too!!" she introduced the girl excitedly as she sipped on her hot chocolate, getting whipped cream on her nose.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:48 pm
Mytha looked suitably impressed.
"You and your Technician have the same family business?" Mytha smiled a little at that, ducking her head.
"It must be nice," she allowed, "to have something like that in common with your partner."
And then, almost as though she was worried about offending the other girl, Mytha's head came up again and she explained "And, I'm new in town... Well, to the city in general, but especially to Death City... so I'm afraid I've never head of them before? But...
"Mortuary business..."
Suddenly, the scythe and the hood suddenly made a lot more sense.
"... That actually sounds pretty interesting. Isn't it?"
Then Wendell walked over, and as Mytha looked up to nod a greeting she saw Tristan notice the two additional bodies at the table that had only housed one. In a matter of moments, Mytha and Tristan managed an elaborate conversation that was largely
T: Make them leave, Mytha.
M: N.
T: Mytha...
M: They're already here.
T: .....
"Well, well," said Tristan with a little smile, sliding into the seat next to Mytha. "It's a party, isn't it?" Setting Mytha's caramel frappachino - extra whipped cream - in front of her, Tristan took a tentative sip of his own double-shot espresso.
"I'm Tristan, Tristan Fairmont... You've already met my partner Mytha?" A brief nod from Mytha confirmed this.
"Would either of you gracious folk mind filling me in?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 10:03 pm
"Well we sort of do. Wendell's family prepares the body and my family buries it. They work in cooperation," she smiled. "it is interesting I guess."
She noticed the girl seemed a little embarrassed to be new to the city. But that wouldn't do! Anna hated to see people be upset because they were new or didn't know anything. Many times she had mentioned her last name and had been recognized from her hair. But others around had looked embarrassed that they hadn't noticed the rich family girl.
"Hey don't worry! There's lots of new people here! And yeah Wendell and I have some things in common. Cept that he's a stick in the mud some of the time," she giggled then blinked as the blonde boy walked up. She blushed a little and smiled.
"Hiya! I'm Annabelle, Annabelle Lee. Fairmont huh? I know your family! I think my unclehelped your dad purchase some land," while her father dealt with graveyards her uncle was a real estate agent. Which kinda worked in the same way only without dead people.
Wendell blinked as the tea ladden boy walked up, realizing that they were weapon and Technician. Well what a small world. He sipped on his mocha before looking to him. He also recognized the last name, after all his family had been burying both rich and poor for at least 3 generations.
"I'm Wendell Van de Burg, Annabelle is my Weapon. Apparently the girls decided to be social. Yay for us I suppose," he sipped on mocha again.
"So what are you two doing here this morning?"
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