Silvia
Emily returned from the bathroom in a dark green turtleneck sweater and what would have been a long brown skirt on anyone else, but only served to cover Emily down to the knees. Proper clothing meant she didn't have to dedicate an arm to support herself all the time, but she still did it out of habit. She sat cross-legged by the coffee table, carefully repositioning her skirt as she lowered herself to ensure it never revealed anything inappropriate.
"I believe you asked about my weapon? Here, look." Emily said. She pulled the weapon out from under the table. It was a pair of scissors, the blades attached together by an orange gem. The handles were shaped like a heart, but otherwise there wasn't anything particularly remarkable about them. "Not too impressive, are they? They cut out wounds. It hurts a lot, and it's slow. Bad enough I can use them as a weapon in a pinch. I'm also a trained surgeon, which is pretty important because these things didn't exactly come with a user manual."
Eilyth
Brigitte ended up directing Eilyth to a coffee shop not far off the base. Annettony, the city that housed the base, was once known worldwide for its cuisine. Although war had largely ruined it as a tourist destination, it was still possible to find quality restaurants carrying on their family traditions. "Dana and Frida's," as the sign outside declared, seemed to fit into those that carried on. The storefront was run down, likely having gone for decades without renovations, but dutiful workers kept the inside feeling nice and cozy. Nothing was too expensive, it couldn't be if they wanted any business, but it was definitely a step up from a chain coffee shop in both quality and price.
A girl, twelve or thirteen, spotted the sisters entering and waved them towards a sign reading, "Feel free to seat yourself, someone will be over to take your order shortly." Brigitte suggested they sit at one of the two-seat tables by the window, since it was a nice day out. There were menus in wire-frame holders on every table. They had a variety of coffee options as well as baked goods, and a smell from the back room suggested it was all made in-house. Some basic "everywhere has these" items were also noted in a small section near the back. Garden salad, grilled cheese, soft drinks, etc. Things no one would waste their time ordering unless they wanted to inform their date that a coffee shop was the wrong choice of venue.
It took a minute or two, but the girl finally appeared beside them. Her name tag was written in a fanciful script and marked her as, "Gwendolyn." She had long brown hair that faded to blonde towards the ends and her eyes were pink. She introduced herself, "Sorry for the wait. I'm Gwenny, and I'll be your server for the day. Have you already decided on what to order, or do you need more time?"
Another girl, eight at the least or she wouldn't be allowed to work, climbed her way up onto a stool behind the bar and began sorting bags of beans into dispensers. Her hair was a similar brown-blonde fade, although it was much shorter, and she had red eyes. It wasn't unusual to see young sisters working in shops like these, their mothers often couldn't afford proper help.
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Topic: [IC] Remembrance (Read 52505 times)