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Post by Vir on Jan 9, 2017 10:32:17 GMT -5
Azandra smiles. "I hope so, love. You're dismissed too, Vizal." She lapses into thought once the two leave. With Basara gone, her daughters gone... ah. Don't Phoebe and Reylan have another daughter? Perhaps she can convince Reylan to let her keep her company... but he's in Deep. Who could go to him to let him know? ...She might have to do that herself.
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 21:58:15 GMT -5
Location: The Docks, Pax, Sinis January 6, 7000 AGW 3:10 pm Sinis time Azandra and Abbyline step off the boat, onto dry land at last, hand in hand. The taller Azandra is wearing a quiet, dangerous smile, while the younger Abbyline has a serious expression on her face, along with a light bruise. They part ways, saying nothing, Azandra heading toward her home - the castle of Pax - while Abbyline walks the streets, eyes flicking back and forth.
Tell people you're looking for Aevra.
That had been her command. Abbyline can feel herself following it. She walks up to the first person she sees, waving at them and allowing herself to smile. She doesn't feel like smiling. She rarely does, if she's being completely honest, but today, well, she feels a lot more that way than usual. "Good afternoon!"
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 22:03:04 GMT -5
The random Paxian turns around, doesn't see anyone at first, then notices Abbyline. She smiles politely. "Hello, child, can I help you with something?"
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 22:14:26 GMT -5
"Um... so I've heard there's this lady, Aevra, who lives nearby? Have you heard of her?"
She winces. Azandra's control is unstable, impulsive. Azandra seems to have trouble controlling herself... so she helps out, trying to resist the impulses. Still, one hand would grab the arm of the random Paxian.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 22:22:17 GMT -5
For a moment, there is a flicker of recognition in her eyes, but she hides it behind a concerned smile and a friendly squeeze of her hand. "I do not know her, no, but you seem to be fatigued. Go there," she points to a building, "an have a hot drink to settle yourself. The coffee shop is full of people and gossip, and if anyone knows of your friend they can assist you."
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 22:27:15 GMT -5
Fatigued? That definitely isn't the word for Abbyline, and she knows it. She blinks, slight confusion for a moment, then her smile returns, and she understands. "Thank you, miss..." what was her name? It doesn't particularly matter, but if she wants to share, there's the opportunity, before Abbyline lets go of her arm and heads toward the building, picking up her pace a little in mixed excitement and impatience. Azandra's impatience.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 22:32:02 GMT -5
The coffee shop is busy but not crowded. There is much talk going on but it isn't loud. There are many small tables scattered around the room, and several are in use, but there is plenty of places to sit and either be social or relax alone. A bit back and to the left of the door is the counter where one can order a beverage of their choice, and the person behind it has just finished making a cup of coffee for a customer. He sets it in the pick-up area, notices Abbyline's entrance, and nods to her in greeting.
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 22:47:41 GMT -5
Abbyline's flame pin catches the light, pinned to the left side of her jacket, as she enters. Not many are smiling, she sees, and she matches their tone, walking up to the counter.
Hurt him.
Abbyline winces. Doesn't Azandra remember her own command? It seems she's lost in her own power trip. Still... "May I have a vanilla coffee?" she asks. She'll hurt him, if that's what Azandra wants, but not so blatantly. No, she'll do it her way.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 22:50:47 GMT -5
The man behind the counter notices the pin and reaches for a cup. "A vanilla coffee? Certainly. Ah, I didn't hear, was there a name for this order?"
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 22:58:18 GMT -5
If he calls it out, the entire shop might hear. "Aevra."
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 23:04:17 GMT -5
He nods and begins to prepare the drink, and his glance flicks to someone in the room, to whom he offers a short nod. As if nothing had happened, he continues his work. "A nice name, to be sure. Ah, there are many empty tables here, perhaps someone can join you if you desire company." Finishing the coffee, he puts it on a saucer and sets it in front of her.
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 23:09:57 GMT -5
"That would be nice," Abbyline says, smiling slightly. As the man sets the coffee in front of her, she reaches out for the cup, pulling it toward her a little too quickly. If he doesn't stop her or pull back soon enough, the coffee would spill over his hand.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 23:21:46 GMT -5
He gasps and steadies the cup before releasing it to her. "Apologies, miss, be careful, it's hot." Again he nods to someone across the room before cleaning up something under the counter.
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 23:26:04 GMT -5
"I'm sorry!" Abbyline affects shock, and guilt, taking the cup. She turns to survey the shop - someone there must be who she's looking for. But who?
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 23:31:56 GMT -5
"It's quite a nice day, isn't it?" he muses as if talking to himself, "I can hear birds from anywhere in here. I think I've seen them land on tables where people are sitting. How audacious."
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 23:37:32 GMT -5
Birds-
Azandra has no patience. Abbyline spins back around, slapping a hand down on the counter. "Stop talking in riddles!"
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Post by Risukage on Jan 22, 2017 23:46:33 GMT -5
He jumps and peers at her curiously, with just a hint of irritation. "Apologies, miss, but can you please find a table? I must attend to my next customer."
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Post by Vir on Jan 22, 2017 23:51:23 GMT -5
"You were free enough to give me vague hints. Now. Please." She's seeming more and more like Azandra by the minute. "Where are they? Tell me."
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Post by Risukage on Jan 23, 2017 0:22:54 GMT -5
He frowns, wiping his hands on a towel. "I'm afraid I do not know who or what you are talking about, miss, I am sorry. Now please, there are many open tables, find a place to be seated." He says this last bit with a meaningful look as he turns to the customer who has just approached the counter.
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Post by Vir on Jan 23, 2017 0:29:06 GMT -5
Abbyline stands there. Internal conflict. She can't do this. Not here. Not now. Has Azandra gone mad? She must be removed. But... she reminds herself as she's about to scream. Not yet. She has to take this slow. With an effort, she tears herself away from the counter and heads toward an empty table to sit down.
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