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[Chevaleresse]

Kouta looked rather hesitant about the proposition - but then, he looked hesitant about everything. "Umm, I don't know. . . I guess it would be okay. . . ?

Noriko dropped down to street level and took a moment to catch her breath before walking into the cafe. She opened her mouth, and then shook her head, remembering that she had to get into character. "S-sorry I'm late, my little brother needed something. . ."

[Empiricist]

Kouta
"There should be a cable somewhere around here, the end looks like it's for a controller. Plug that in,
I'd do it myself, but surprise surprise, I can't touch it."

[Powder Miner]

Faith made it into the cafe soon after Noriko made her declaration, very briefly being startled by the fact that she ran into her that quickly. Though Faith seemed to mostly be fine with it, it also seemed like she was still nervous talking to members of a maid cafe unless it so happened to be her sister. Well, Noriko wasn't a stranger, and that did help, but still Faith found herself twiddling her thumbs and blushing a bit -- culture shock at play again.

"O-oh, um, hi Noriko. Do you know if my sister is working right now?"

[Chevaleresse]

Kouta nodded, and got up from the couch, rummaging about in the room for a few moments while occasionally looking back at Winter furtively. Eventually, he found the connector and slotted it into the port where one generally put player one.

Noriko nodded somewhat shyly, the act even extending to her mannerisms. "She messaged me from here."

[Empiricist]

Kouta
"You realise my eyes aren't actually here right? This is a projected image. I can leave if you want, no hard feelings or anything."

[Powder Miner]

Faith was visibly happy to hear this, though she then got nervous again. "Oh, good! Then I'll just-- uh, wait. Is this somewhere you just sit down or do you wait to be seated? Sorry for asking so many questions, eheh, maid cafes aren't a kind of place I know a lot about."

[spümpkin]

Yoake smiles. "Simple! There are many defensive Keijo techniques, but most consist of having such strong butt muscles from training that you can move it fast enough to blunt metal!"

[Empiricist]

Yoake
"...What?"
"Oh! Oh! Could you give us a demonstration?"

[Chevaleresse]

"I'll show you to a seat, and then take your order." Noriko gestured for Faith to follow her back to an empty table. "If there's an open seat and none of the staff are ready, you can just sit down, though. Mistress," Noriko tacked the honorific on a bit hastily - it was a normal thing to say to a patron, but strange to say to Faith.
"N-no, it's fine. It would be weirder if you weren't here. . ."

[Powder Miner]

Faith blushed a little again as Noriko called her Mistress and then shrugged, as she followed along to the table. "Uhhh, I guess you might have to because of your job, but you don't need to call me Mistress or anything. I'm just here to see my sister, though I guess I'll probably buy a cake or something."

[spümpkin]

Yoake
"...What?"
"Oh! Oh! Could you give us a demonstration?"

She grins. "Sure thing! Would anyone like to try and stab me?"

[Empiricist]

Yoake
As soon as the words leave your lips you find Satoshi enthusiastically thrusting a switchblade towards your chest. You're not entirely sure where she got it from, or why she has it, but it's there. Not that it matters much of course, in fencing, when one aims to score a point, a strike is made at one's foe, not their weapon, and it just so happens in Keijo, one's weapons are rather conventionally positioned.

[Twinwolf]

Yuki hadn't noticed Faith coming in just yet, being that her back was too the door - although Faith could probably see her, what with the... distinctive, hairstyle. And the fact that the seat with Freida was pretty close. "How is it? Need some sugar or honey or something?" Making sure everything was as close to perfect as reasonably possible was the job - she may be a bit crazy, but she hadn't been fired yet so it made sense she did decently.

[Empiricist]

Yuki
"No thank you, no need to sweeten the tea if the cake is already sweet, ja?"

Shef
You hear the click of a key, and then the forceful rattle of a door handle. Someone is trying to enter. You were not followed, you're sure of that. No suspicious people tailing you, no faces seen one too many times, but still, someone is there outside your door, trying to force it open, rather inexpertly for that matter.

[Strider03]

Prior to the rude interruption, Shef had been mulling over a small list that he had written up. He was currently on the subject of ammunition. Might be good to have something a bit less lethal for certain situations. . . I suppose they could probably get rubber bullets? He wasn't even sure himself what he wanted, but he sent out the text anyway.

Could you pick up some things for me? I need a form of voice modulation software for my work phone, a FN Herstal 5.7 MkII pistol or similar, and rubber bullets in that caliber and in 50 cal. for the RAM. Keep the number of grains for the 50 cal. decently low.

With a button press, he sent off the message, and resumed eating, every so often scratching something down on the list. Until he heard a sound. A key? Either someone had a copy, or they were attempting to pick the lock. No knock, so they want to force their way in. Either a complete amateur, or they didn't expect me to be around. But. . . what do I even have here that they would want if I wasn't around? Couldn't bug the place, would be the obvious thing to check from the break-in. . .

Shef carefully and quietly picked up the gun sitting on the table. Unloaded. . . It sounded to him like the person at the door would be at least a few more seconds. Therefore, he grabbed a magazine, and carefully stepped over to the couch. The floors wouldn't creak, that was something he had made sure of when he moved in. He inserted the magazine into the gun under a pillow, to muffle the click. After this was done and he had flicked the safety off, Shef went into a quick analysis of his next action. No using the peephole. Door isn't bullet proof, and the might see the shadow when I look out. The balcony's out of the question, if I were out to get me, I'd set up a sniper covering that before sending someone to break down the door. Hmm. It briefly occurred to Shef that he might be overreacting, but he pushed that thought aside. That was the way to get killed. For now, Shef kept himself out of the way of the window to the balcony, and knelt down to look at the intruder's feet under the door. He did of course check first to see how close this person seemed to breaking in.