The time is approaching.
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Thread Topic: The time is approaching.
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*both are seated at a table in a cafe*
*drinking tea from spoon instead of cup*
We must pick a side.. Whoever loses will face heavy loss.
Host: *mutters, sipping coffee* I'd rather chose neither side.
Are you afraid that the side you'd chose will lose?
Host: ...Perhaps. The royal family is still recovering, and the Legion have grown in strength.
*pauses, setting spoon down*
*softly*
I do hope they will get help before it is too late. -
*at a table nearby, laptop out, sipping coffee quietly, eavesdropping because she has nothing better to do*
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Host: *sets cup down, stretching* I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You enjoy that tea. *stands, leaving*
*as soon as he's gone, instantly turns to her, smile on face*
Whose side might you be on, miss? -
*glances over, as always looks like she hasn't slept properly in years*
Not exactly sure what you mean. What sides? There's a lot of sides, on a lot of different issues. *sips coffee* -
You act as if you weren't just listening to us.
*stands, picking up tea and spoon*
*moves to sit across from her, pointing spoon at her*
Tell me, what's your job? Assassin? Intel? Or are just a girl who happened upon our discussion? -
*smirks*
You caught me. But seriously, I have no idea what you two were talking about. I'm an Information Hunter, for the Hunter's Association. I was actually working on some paperwork, when I got side tracked...
*shrugs, sipping coffee again, yawning* -
*hums, getting spoonful of tea*
Ahhh. An information hunter.. What is your name? Mine is Deern. -
You can call me Spring, if you really need a title. *shrugs*
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Spring? What a beautiful name.
*sets spoon down, pushing cup aside*
Would you be interested in a small job, Miss Spring? -
*sips coffee, looking at the dark brew for a moment*
A job? -
Deern: Yes, a job. I--
*pops up out of nowhere, staring intensely at Spring*
Are you dating this chick?
Deern: *blinks* Um, no--
Can I just say..
*tries to put on a cute face*
You are very pretty, miss. -
*glances up, raising an eyebrow, looking at Host*
I'm flattered? -
*pleased expression*
*sits next to Deern*
What's a girl like you doing here?
Deern: Getting a drink. *slightly irritated look* We were in the middle of something, Host. Please, keep your sexual desires to yourself during such a serious time.
I'm just being honest to her!
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