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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2018 2:41 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 4:22 pm
  Profile:Here | With:Akira| Species:Demon | Theme:Here | Mood:Happy
● ...Suis moi, là où je fais sourd
Suis moi, et si j'y suis pas
Suis moi, là où niche le hibou... ●  - Enter -
Honey happily obliged, stepping right in after he lowered her onto the ground. This place was... Different to what she had anticipated. The outside looked as trashed up as everything else, but the interior felt-... Homey. Customers within were seated at various tables, some at the bar for casual discussion, and all were notably demonic.
Many would turn their heads to stare at the human accompanying Honey, sneering, scoffing, others simply looking away after some time. They had entered neutral territory it seemed, none wishing harm, and none wishing to be harmed. "Le's sit at a table." She grasped Akira's hand and lead him along with a gentle tug towards an empty seating area, right by a window to scour the city streets.
She plopped down onto one of the chairs and rested her satchel atop her lap. "No drinkin', remember! Or else 'm gonna be real upset 'n hit ya."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 4:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 5:30 pm
Profile:Here | With:Akira| Species:Demon | Theme:Here | Mood:Content
● ...Suis moi, là où je fais sourd
Suis moi, et si j'y suis pas
Suis moi, là où niche le hibou... ● "Hm? Wha'd'ya mean? I'm not young-" Her pointed ears perked somewhat, but before she could continue pestering him a waiter stopped in front of the table with a writing pad in hand. He was a noticeably grizzled man, a bald head sprouting antler-like horns from the tops, despite such an outlandish appearance he exchanged a brief smile for pleasantries.
"What would you two like?" He asked, flipping open to a blank page of the pad.
"Wha' would I like?" The little demoness rubbed her cheek in though before piping back up, "Can I have a glass 'f water 'n somefin' warm, like oatmeal, or pancakes. D'ya have sticky buns? I'd like one 'f 'ose too... Oh! Oh oh oh, 'n hot chocolate too, 'n 'f ya have toast wiff butter too that'd be great," she would pause briefly and tilt her head from side to side, taking a little more time to consider her order. "Mmm... 'N fruit."
The waiter gave a slow nod, his brows furrowed as he tried to translate the accent. "Right..." He murmured before turning his attention to Akira, "And you?
[ Out.Of.Care; Oh heck yeah, I love grandson a very good band!! ] 
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 7:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 7:58 pm
Profile:Here | With:Akira| Species:Demon | Theme:Here | Mood:Content
● ...Suis moi, là où je fais sourd
Suis moi, et si j'y suis pas
Suis moi, là où niche le hibou... ● "Alright, all of that and-... A bottle of tea for the human." He scribbled down a few more words before giving the pair a nod and sauntering off to prepare everything.
"I don't mind sharin', ya jus' can't eat all 'f it." She watched the waiter carefully before glancing back at Akira with a wide, happy smile. The aura of the bar was dreadful, but no matter what she would do her best to remain in high spirits. "Ya feel tense because the others 'r starin' at ya. 'M good at protectin'! So don't worry 'n relax, 's mornin' 'n breakfast time."
The waiter set the bottle of tea down in front of Akira after returning, along with a saucer of honey and sugar to add at his leisure. For Honey - the demon, not the product -, she would receive her water and hot chocolate. "Food will arrive shortly, surprised you two aren't drinking..." With that, he would pivot on his heels to disappear into the back again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 8:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 9:52 pm
Profile:Here | With:Akira| Species:Demon | Theme:Here | Mood:Content
● ...Suis moi, là où je fais sourd
Suis moi, et si j'y suis pas
Suis moi, là où niche le hibou... ● "They died, 's why I can see their spirits 'round ya." Honey piped up after a few moments before settling back down. She turned to look at the waiter who returned with their food, placing down plates of pancakes, oatmeal, and whatever else the little demon had desired. "Thank ya!"
Honey took a fork and knife in both hands, taking a moment to cut a piece of the pancake and hold it out towards Akira. "Ahhh! Open wide, Smokey." She waved the fork around before bringing it even closer.
"I sense the other people 'round here, they're on edge 'cause you're existin' in this vicinity. I saw ya lookin' 't 'em too." It wasn't hard to tell that something was off, the demons here weren't the type to be friendly, they were lucky the bartender acknowledged their existence let alone show an ounce of respect. Everywhere seemed to be dangerous, it was just... Particularly awful here.
"Don't fight any 'f 'em..." Her voice lowered to whisper. If things got out of hand, well she could defuse the situation - she hoped.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 10:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2018 11:54 pm
Profile:Here | With:Akira| Species:Demon | Theme:Here | Mood:Content
● ...Suis moi, là où je fais sourd
Suis moi, et si j'y suis pas
Suis moi, là où niche le hibou... ● She sat back in her chair and shoveled a bite of pancake into her mouth, her eyes averted down to focus on what she was eating... That is until she heard the commotion from both the table she sat at, and the one further away. It was unacceptable behavior, especially on neutral grounds such at this. People shouldn't be treating others so poorly, it wasn't right, that was how the world worked.
Honey set her fork and knife down, picking up the napkin from the table instead to wipe at Akira's face. "Don't do nuffin'..." She repeated her prior statement of keeping the peace. "If somefin' bad happens, I'll handle it."
There was a brief shift in her expression, mostly out of concern, partly out of fear. If she couldn't quell the fighting, what would she do then? Honey tapped her finger against the worn oak table, considering her options only for a split second.
Her hand reached out again, this time to touch his hand as that familiar blue light surged through her body, illuminating her veins in cerulean brilliance. "Blessed are the strong 'n hearty." The quiet mantra would invigorate the man's spirit with a surge of newfound energy, warmth... It was strange, yet there was a comfort to the power Honey had bestowed him. "It'll protect ya 'n make ya stronger, their weapons 'n fists can't hurt ya..." Two fingers tapped on the small sigil that temporarily marked his skin. "I think 's time to go."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 8:07 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 11:02 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:31 pm
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