[Week 19 | Day 6] Defending What We Call Ours
Who: Elfangor, Fai, and Matt
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 19, day 6, a few hours after this
Rating: Let's assume PG-13 for language
Summary: Fai and Matt are lingering in the cafe rather than opening it for the evening, with Elfangor to keep them company when they get some less than welcome visitors.
[There was a restlessness within Fai, one he was trying to ignore - at least for the moment. Because it's no real coincidence that all of the violence in this world seems to escalate so soon after his arrival.
You twins of misfortune.
Your fault...your existence is a sin...
His uncles words still ring true after all this time, even after....
But no - that's not what he needs to think about. Not what they need to focus on. So he does what he does best.
He paints on a smile and lifts the tray full of three plates of what appears to be roast lamb and seasoned, roasted tomatoes, with a light salad and a bottle of wine. These are set on the bar between the other two as he leans on an elbow.]
...It bothers me that two of the people living here were targets in these acts of violence.
[A pause as he glances from one to the other, reaches for the bottle to pour the drinks.]
Mind if I ask just how long this contentions been building between the locals and us travelers?
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 19, day 6, a few hours after this
Rating: Let's assume PG-13 for language
Summary: Fai and Matt are lingering in the cafe rather than opening it for the evening, with Elfangor to keep them company when they get some less than welcome visitors.
[There was a restlessness within Fai, one he was trying to ignore - at least for the moment. Because it's no real coincidence that all of the violence in this world seems to escalate so soon after his arrival.
You twins of misfortune.
Your fault...your existence is a sin...
His uncles words still ring true after all this time, even after....
But no - that's not what he needs to think about. Not what they need to focus on. So he does what he does best.
He paints on a smile and lifts the tray full of three plates of what appears to be roast lamb and seasoned, roasted tomatoes, with a light salad and a bottle of wine. These are set on the bar between the other two as he leans on an elbow.]
...It bothers me that two of the people living here were targets in these acts of violence.
[A pause as he glances from one to the other, reaches for the bottle to pour the drinks.]
Mind if I ask just how long this contentions been building between the locals and us travelers?