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The Song Raven Cafe

Discussion in 'Thread Archives' started by Belkana Hamunuya, May 8, 2016.

  1. Elira

    Elira Newbie
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    Elira stopped backing up to listen respectfully again. She nodded once more, and it occurred to her that she never even said thanks for the rupees. Better fix that and get it all in one with these other encouraging words. "Thank you, ma'am," she said.

    But something really was strange about this woman. Usually it was the seldom churchgoer around these parts that would dispense with the words of encouragement.. though Eri looked nothing the part. But it wasn't just that. The woman's face had very little emotion at all. It was like she was perpetually in a poker face. That and her piercing gaze, her subtlety... Elira's gut instinct told her that this woman held more interest in her than normal, and also had some capability of causing her trouble. It was an ironic thought considering she just doled out ten rupees, but even those with kindness and generosity in their hearts could still hold suspicion as well. Time to get out of here before risking exposing any deception.

    Elira turned to continue crossing the street and then head back toward the alley with her fairy. Her gait was pretty casual, something like the pace one might have when they intend to go somewhere specific, but they have absolutely no hurry to get there. Elira occasionally kept an eye on the woman from the corner of her eye every now and then. Presumably, once Eri left the doorway to go and pay her bill and enjoy her drink, that was when Elira picked up her pace, keeping a tighter grip on the rupees held within her shirt to prevent them from jingling, and she jogged quickly and quietly, darting into the dark alley once more to reunite with Primrose, her friend.

    "Hey, I got food and some money," she said in a hushed paranoid whisper, quieter than normal. Primrose once again came out of hiding with her soft blue glow casting illumination throughout the alley, revealing lots of junk and debris in this place. "And you got grapes too! Why are you so quiet?" Elira replied, "Yeah about that. I think I might be followed, so let's get out of here, then eat, ok?"

    The girl put the half-eaten apple in her shirt along with the other stuff, and continued further down the alley, taking a turn deeper into slums, with her fairy closely following beside her.
     
  2. Aurelie

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    The youth thanked her, which in itself was a nice gesture. It was not a forgone conclusion that everyone would have responded in kind like that. So Eri left her alone with another incline of her head. She couldn't help but notice that the young girl seemed to be a little unsettled. For what reason, she was not sure. There was a part of her that worried that perhaps she had set the girl on edge with something she had said, or done. After all, she was not a very expressive person. Many seemed to construe that as being forboding or ill-tempered. Though, Eri knew she would not be capable of putting on the mask of emotions that she did not feel like wearing. That would not have been an honest thing in her mind. Besides, it was quite likely that it would have just looked like a cheap imitation, or crude mimic of how a particular emotion would have been displayed. Eri had no interest in that at all.

    She began to walk back to the counter and her room temperature drink. Though, half way there she did turn around one last time to see the shadow of the girl disappear into the inky blackness of the night. Much like a spectre. She sent a silent prayer to the goddesses. Hopefully, they would use their domains in equal power to help all those in such impoverished conditions. It was not fair in the least in Eri's mind that some had to go without shelter or food.

    As she hoisted herself back onto her stool, she appraised the drink, and then Diego. She slid her thin fingers, uncharacteristically calloused from the life that she lived, around the glass and raised it to her lips. She took a small sip and was instantly reminded of childhood picnics just outside the village, and foraging for berries with Taevin when he was capable of walking. It was a pleasant drink indeed, she could see that it would have been nicer in its chilled state. But, there was no helping that.

    "It's delicious," she started, for once a levity twinkled in her eyes and voice for the briefest of moments thanks to memories of happier days, "...I also think it bears saying that what you did for her was highly generous. That won't put you out of pocket, will it? I would be willing to pay the equivalent for those goods."

    Yes, Eri Nakani would never allow herself or her family name to be associated with anything but civic duty. Even if it would also be associated with being eerily expressionless or intolerant of anything but military-like precision.
     
  3. Belkana Hamunuya

    Belkana Hamunuya As Good As I Can, As Best I Can
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    Diego turned back to the red-eyed woman once he overheard her describe the taste of the drink. With a smile, he said, "Glad you're enjoying it." Always good for people to appreciate his work, as the praise kept him going from time to time. Whether it was for the drinks he concocted or the music he played, it was all the same. He thrived off of it, taking the praises and the criticisms to make his work all the better. There was nothing to improving drinks, as whatever the customer ordered was always going to be to their tastes. Music was a little different, and that thrived more on criticism than praise. He wasn't going to please everyone with what he liked to play, but he wasn't going to stop trying to get people to like anything he made, even if it wasn't to their taste. Someday they would understand.

    The girl was now talking about what he did for the younger one who came in begging for handouts. He looked up from cleaning the bar and tilted his head slightly. "We'll be fine. Fruit like that can be easily replaced, as it grows pretty close by." A couple apples and some grapes weren't going to be much of a problem to replace, to be honest. It was always the rarer ingredients that didn't grow nearby, like bananas or wildberries, that were more problematic to replace. Those involved gathering trips that Diego himself couldn't make. But why, though? Going out and gathering would certainly be more fun than staying in this place, as it would give him an excuse to see the world. Yet he kept making excuses not to go...when was he going to stop doing that?

    "In either case, you owe me nothing other than ten rupees for the drink, and that's it." Business as usual. He finished cleaning up the bar and leaned back on the counter, wrapping the dry rag he used along the back of his neck. And with ten minutes to spare, too, before the restaurant closed for the night. Now he could stack the chairs on top of the tables once she left. "By the way, unless you think I'm being a little forward, do you mind if I ask for your name?" Diego had given her his own name. It would be rude for him to just ignore her name. If she was local to Kasuto and decided to come back again, then he would be able to greet her with open reception, good service, and some kind of personalized message. Some of the regulars from over the past ten years enjoyed that, and all it started with was a name. Hopefully she would oblige. Even if it was just an alias, he would be fine with that.
     
  4. Aurelie

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    The man seemed quite happy with himself based on the response he gave. The smile was another good example of this. Though, he definitely had reason to be. Eri absolutely loved the drink. She was not usually one for very sweet foods or drinks very often, but this was a very welcomed departure. She found her lips curling into another barely noticeable smile as she took another much larger sip. More sentimental and nostalgic thoughts danced across her mind as she continued to drink. How wonderful it was that the wildberries were in season just at this time.

    Diego kindly rebuked her offer of reimbursement. Apparently, it was no bother to restock what he had provided her with. Though, on reflection that did make a lot of sense to the Sheikah woman. After all - fruit was perishable. So, it mustn't have been that much of a hit to the economics of the cafe. Which in itself must have been a good thing. Eri didn't regret asking that particular question. She took another sip of the drink - oh it was nearly half way done. She was knocking this back at an unbelievable rate!

    She directed her gaze to Diego, who had a used but dry rag slung around his neck, arms braced against the bar top in a leaning position. It seemed as though he was just about finished cleaning for the evening. It must have been getting very close to closing now. Probably better for her to finish the drink quicker then. She took one last gigantic swill from the cup, which left it next to empty. Or at least as close to empty as she was going to come tonight. All of a sudden she felt very full.

    "Ah, that is good to hear then. I thought it would be better to ask than to not." She responded, the deferential politeness in her tone replaced the nostalgia that had been clouding her head not moments ago. She briefly looked down to her chest pocket, as she begun to rummage around for the correct amount of rupees. Diego quickly followed up his response with asking for her first name. Something which caused her to fumble a little as she produced a red rupee from the depths of the oversized jacket that draped across her. Unfortunately, she had given her exact change to the little girl just before. Hopefully that would not be an issue for him.

    The cause for her fumbling did not extend from his way of asking her for her name because that had been quite politely phrased. Rather it was her not expecting the question. It was not entirely common for Eri to be asked for her name. Then again, it wasn't a particularly odd or scary question to be asked either. She raised her eyes from her hands to meet Diego's. She quickly slipped her hands to the bar, tightly clutching the red rupee.

    "Yes. You may ask," Eri started, quickly making up her mind to use her alias, "It's Aurelie. Nice to make your acquaintance Diego."

    She said this with such an effortlessness, it seemed as though it really was her name. Though, in her mind, it was not that far away from the truth. To her, Aurelie was much like a performer's name. Something that they used while on stage or mingling with patrons and fans. It allowed for her to almost in effect be another person. Not that she used Aurelie as an excuse to act in a way that was totally different from who she was normally. It was more like an armour that coated her more reserved nature. It stopped unwanted conflicts from directly affecting her when she was most vulnerable. Because Aurelie rarely had a last name. When she did, it changed often. It made her difficult to find or hunt down. Eri could vanish from a region entirely without anyone knowing anything true about her identity. Making her almost impossible to follow. She was quite like the ghosts she stalked down in that regard; there one moment, gone the next. Or so she liked to think sometimes. It made her sound more interesting, more dangerous.

    Though, she had no way of telling if using her alias so close to home had a greater chance of blowing up in her face. Even if it was somewhat unlikely. Due to the nature of Kasuto village, word did have the propensity to travel quite rapidly and in ways one had no ability to expect. And surely someone had to have known about the Nakani children. Even in passing. Not that Eri really had any idea of what something like that would entail. It seemed pretty harmless given the context. She just presented Diego with one side of herself. She didn't kill his firstborn and set his dog on fire. At worst, if he did find out her name wasn't 'Aurelie', maybe he would just think she was an untrustworthy person. Which was a label she wouldn't have been happy to have associated with her: but it was a tolerable possibility.
     
  5. Belkana Hamunuya

    Belkana Hamunuya As Good As I Can, As Best I Can
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    "Looks like you enjoyed yourself. Happy to see." Diego was always happy to see customers wolf down food he or anyone else made here. That was one of the many joys in life, watching someone enjoy something. He watched as the girl attempted procuring rupees from her pocket, then stumble a bit when he asked for her name. This made him smile. Maybe he was a little too forward, maybe not, but that reaction was slightly priceless. Still, she gave him the name "Aurelie." It was a very nice name. Hell, it was a beautiful name. Sometimes people gave aliases, and that was fine. He took it not as a "I need to hide my identity" thing and more of a "I'd rather be called this" kind of thing. Keeping his smile, he responded, "It's nice to make your acquaintance too, Aurelie."

    And then the clock on the wall chimed. 10:30 PM. Time to close. They had that clock's chime modified to only sound off when it was time to open the restaurant and time to close the doors. "Well, that's that, I suppose. Time to close up shop." Considering the space upstairs was also the Wycliffe's private residence, they needed some time to unwind for the day and relax before getting to work tomorrow. Well, that was more a fact for Diego's family. Diego himself didn't get much sleep, but usually worked later shifts to compensate. Seeing the red rupee Aurelie was holding, he added, "Do you need change? I got you, give me a second." He ducked under the counter for a second and procured a yellow rupee from the change drawer. He would need to hide that once he locked the door.

    Hopping up from below once more, he handed her the yellow rupee. "Here's your change." And that would do it for transactions for the night. The agenda once she left was to lock the door, hide the money, clean the freshly-finished glass, then go upstairs to detox from the long day. And it had been a loooooong day, too. These interactions he would get throughout his shifts were much-needed reprieves from the dullness that was work sometimes...not that it was boring all the time, but on a quiet night with quiet customers and very few chatty ones, like Aurelie, Tyrell, and the little girl that came in, some days were worse than others. He mentally thanked Aurelie for making the night a bit more lively, as chances like that didn't come around often.

    "Well, thank you for coming in tonight, Aurelie," Diego started. "Hope to see you come in again one of these nights. Take care of yourself on your way out." And now it was time to lock up and time for her to get going. He could have stayed open and kept talking to her all night, despite her to-the-point manner of speaking, but she probably had things to do, and so did he. Music wasn't an option at this time of night, as he would probably wake his parents up. Meanwhile, maybe she had plans that involved the dead of night. He didn't know. But either way, it was nice having her here for the night. Maybe he'd see her again. Maybe not. That was up to both him and her.
     
  6. Aurelie

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    Had "Aurelie" been able to listen in on the man's thoughts on aliases, she would have bee happy to hear his sentiments on the matter. It would have completely dissuaded any guilt she may have felt on the matter. Not that she did feel any guilt particularly. Once again, the name was just one she preferred to use. It made it easier to keep her life as Eri Nakani simpler and less filled with struggles due to other people. Interactions with others often wore her out quickly. The young woman didn't hate other people in the least. In fact, quite the opposite of that sentiment was true - most of the time at least. It was more of a case that she had a lower threshold for trying to navigate more eccentric personalities and her own desire for a life that only required minimal hassle. That and she had spent most of her life in a very small social circle; so the impacts of that made itself fairly evident in her pathos and approach to socialising.

    Diego's smile continued uninterrupted through the entirety of this interaction, returning the pleasantries in kind. The young Sheikah tried her best to return something that looked akin to a smile back at him. After all, he was by all appearances doing his best to be personable towards her.

    She reached out and offered a polite but silent inclination of her head as he presented her with the shining yellow rupee. The iridescence of the gem-like currency gave way to her thinking that it must have been one of the newer rupees in circulation. What a lucky night. It wasn't every night that one got a brand new rupee. A lot of the rupees had been weathered due to the difficult times that Hyrule had been through. Though in this semblance of fortune, she felt the spectre of the little girl that was just there a moment ago wade through the depths of her subconscious. She pocketed the rupee while contemplating how cruel life could be.

    She deliberated for a moment going to look for her. Yet, that would do nothing productive. By now she could be anywhere in the village, and Eri had nothing more to give her. In fact, Eri retrospectively felt that her presence had unnerved the girl. She was sure that just appearing behind her again for no real reason would only terrify her. No, it was a bad idea. Eri was best off just returning home and getting some training in. Or scouring the graveyard for Poes before going to bed.

    Somewhere in all of this a clock struck 10:30. Diego made the motions to close up for the evening. It would be improper to impose on his time any longer, she thought to herself. Especially since when she turned around, she saw not another living soul in the establishment. Yes, the state of the Cafe suddenly felt a lot more like her home did like this. Much more comfortable. However, she did accomplish what she set out to do. She had conversed with a stranger, and it did seem like Diego was offering an invitation for her to come back at some point. She'd definitely consider it.

    "Thank you for your service and time, Diego. I will. Have a pleasant evening," She said, inclining her head in a departing gesture, "Goodbye for now."

    With that, she slid off the chair. The difference in height meant that she fell through the air for a split second before landing with a feline grace. Though, certainly one could not look menacing or intimidating when moments ago, their feet were dangling from a chair and could not connect with the floor. Sometimes she wished she had a more fearsome appearance. It might have better matched her personality. Perhaps even Grandpa would have compared her to his late wife. Uri, whom she had ostensibly gotten her name from. She'd apparently been the most savagely beautiful and firey-tempered Sheikah to ever exist. Although, Eri felt that her personality was more superior for the way she lived her life. Being too reactionary was one of the surest ways to lead oneself into trouble.

    She quickly made her way to the door, opening it and bracing herself against the cold night. Once again her mind drifted to that poor waif. Hopefully she was able to find a way to stay warm. With that she set off with purpose towards the graveyard, perhaps being visible long enough for Diego to make out a vague direction of where she was headed before she melded into the darkness as the door slowly closed behind her.
     

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