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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 9, 2012 0:56:36 GMT -5
It was a relatively quiet moment at Deathbucks. Very few customers were in at this hour, to the point where the staff had considerably outnumbered them. Those inside were quietly drinking what they had in front of them, some even eating food that they had ordered. One was in the corner typing away on his laptop quietly, taking advantage of the wireless hot spot. The various girls taking part time jobs to gain more money were sitting around the area, a bored look in their eyes while the manager was polishing a glass.
That was when a familiar face had stepped in. Rick Fader, the infamous Demon Chair of Shibusen, walked in quietly. Garbed in a baseball cap, a yellow and gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and high-topped sneakers, the weapon quickly took a seat at one of the many empty tables. One of the girls stepped up to take the weapon's order bravely.
"Welcome to Deathbucks! What can I get you today?", asked the girl in a cheerful manner, managing to stomach her fear and mind disgust for the weapon.
"Yeah, is November Black around?", asked the weapon with a tired sigh.
"I'm sorry, but she's not working today.", she told the heavily scarred weapon in an honest manner.
"Then I'll take a large hot chocolate. No whipped cream.", he told the girl with a slightly disappointed sigh.
"Um, alright. I'll be back with your order.", she told the weapon as she walked off to get the hot chocolate for him. Even though she didn't get a please or thank you, she was just glad the order went by without incident, and so quickly.
Well, there went the possibility of him getting some hot coffee. Of all the people that worked in this shithole, Nova was the only one he could think of that even knew what the hell black coffee was. Asking any other waiter or waitress here seemed pointless, as they all never seemed to have heard of black coffee, only that flavored crap. Besides, he was just too damn tired to go on a long winded rant about what black coffee was.
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Post by aleatory on Aug 9, 2012 1:20:41 GMT -5
Ivy let out a huff, opening the door to Deathbucks, her favorite place within the immediate Shibusen area. She wondered why she liked the place so much. Perhaps it was the bottomless supply of various caffeinated beverages, she thought. But no, she laughed to herself. She realized the only reason she loved this place was because she could give the employees mild abuse while all they could do is stand in their spot, their wearing an expression of displeasure. Because, after all, the customer was always right. The violet-haired girl walked into the establishment, the scent of coffee hitting her senses like brick wall. She settled into seat toward the middle of the restaurant. The scarce amount of patrons dismayed her a bit, people watching wasn't very interesting when there was only four people to watch.
Ivy's hands drifted to her hair, ready to take out a strand to start picking at. No, she thought, that's why I put it in a tight odango. Ivy both despised and adored her compulsive habit of picking at her split ends. She hated the clear detriments it had on her hair, but the satisfaction of splitting her ends filled her with a strange giddy. It was a small obsession she didn't like her thoughts to border on too much, especially when a girl finally approached her from behind the counter.
She gave a synthetic, business smile and said,"Welcome to Deathbucks. May I take your or-"
"Took you long enough." Ivy muttered. She then looked at the waitress expectantly. The unfortunate soul squirmed slightly, not sure how to react.
"Were you planning on... finishing that sentence? Or are you planning on taking your merry time with that, too?" Ivy asked, raising her eyebrows. The fake smile on the waitress had long since dropped. She occupied herself by trying her hardest to fight the large frown that threatened the ends of her mouth.
"M-may I take your order, then?" she asked again. She winced slightly, as if expecting another snide comment.
Ivy gave one of her trademark smiles,"Yes, you may. Thank you... I'll take a pot of Jasmine tea. And I'd like some honey with it. No sugar packets or any of that crap." she finished. The girl scuttled off, most likely incredibly relieved that she was free of Ivy's pale pink glare.
Ivy resumed her attempted people watching. There was someone tapping away on a laptop. Boring. Drab outfit. I wouldn't let that person wield me if he had made seven Deathscythes. Another person simply sipping their tea. Weak looking. Also drab. Blah. I don't think that person would even know how to rightly pick me up, Ivy thought. Though she didn't like to admit it, Ivy felt as if she had been meister-less for quite a while. It didn't distress her. Really, it didn't, but she wasn't apt enough for solo missions. She hadn't completed a single mission, attained a single Kishin, or even made a real friend. These things normally wouldn't distress Ivy, she could care less. However, she felt that presenting these facts to her parents would put a dent in her sterling reputation with them.
Ivy didn't feel the need to dedicate any more time to thinking on the subject. She took her odango down and starting inspecting her hair for split ends.
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 9, 2012 2:37:51 GMT -5
As Rick patiently awaited his hot chocolate, he observed the door. Out came another customer, this time someone familiar to him. Ivy Sheppard, a rather bitchy weapon he had the dishonor of meeting in her one year at Shibusen. As far as he knew, she considered him a moron like most others. Just the way he liked it, and hoped she hadn't put two-and-two together since their meeting, and any evidence that would've contradicted his ruse.
Rick watched as he gave the girl attending to her a hard time. The Demon Chair couldn't help but grin as she caused the poor girl to stop dead in her tracks. Ivy had even caused that smile of hers to dissipate with her glare and bitchiness. Much to the girl's relief, Ivy had ordered a jasmine tea with honey quickly.
In the midst of her people watching, the waitress from before dropped off Rick's hot chocolate. "There's your hot chocolate. . .", stated the girl in a friendly business-like tone. "Thanks. . .", he told her quietly as he started to blow on the hot chocolate to cool it down a bit.
For a moment, the blue-haired weapon looked back at the purple-haired Sheppard girl. "Enjoying yourself there, sister?", he asked the girl with a lopsided grin.
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Post by aleatory on Aug 9, 2012 3:17:38 GMT -5
A voice grated at Ivy's ears. She knew this voice. The girl took a moment to identify it's irritating source, turning a bit in her chair. A small, stubborn frown appeared on her face. Oh, yeah, this guy, she thought. Ivy didn't recall all that much about the weapon. Only that he was strange and completely idiotic. She didn't recall exactly the tragic event that segued into their meeting. The only details that came to mind were that whatever he was trying to do, it was retarded. She eyed him up and down. Dowdy looking as ever, she remarked to herself. Some random shirt, jeans, hat, sneakers.
Where the hell is my tea, she wondered. She went back to regarding the other student she knew. What was it he was anyways? she thought. She thought she heard about him being something incredibly strange, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"I'm not your sister. Call me your sister again and I will cut you." she said cooly. The waitress finally returned with the tea, dropping off the pot of tea and a dainty cup to accompany it. She strode off without a single word, making sure Ivy didn't get a single one of her own in. The purple-haired girl squeezed a small dab of honey into the cup and then poured her tea in after it. She stirred for a moment and brought the cup to her lips. She sighed, turning to the blue-haired fellow again. She inspected him again. Maybe he really wasn't as much of a drag as she th-No. No he's still a drag.
"What made you so inclined to give me the lovely privilege of being bothered by the likes of you?" she asked... What's his name again? she forgot entirely. She searched her mind, but an answer didn't emerge. She didn't know the name of the strange boy with a freaky weapon aptitude.
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 9, 2012 3:41:28 GMT -5
Rick had noticed the girl's expression once she noticed that he was the one greeting her. The Demon Chair quickly reminisced on that fateful day almost a year ago. It was around the time that the stab wounds Rick had received from the Torso Killer had fully healed. Naturally, to celebrate, the weapon had decided to do something extremely stupid, in order to cement a status of stupidity upon his very name. That attempt was brutally successful, and Ivy was there to pay direct witness to his deed. And needless to say, the meeting didn't go on as planned.
When she had threatened to cut him for calling her his sister, the weapon continued grinning. On the outside, it seemed like he wouldn't take the girl's threat seriously. But in reality, he knew she was definitely serious. But before Rick could escalate the situation further, the waitress who had attended to her had quickly delivered the tea to her table, and left quickly before she could get anymore lip from Ivy.
"Meh, I was just bored, had nothing to do on this big bag of shit day. So when I saw a familiar face, I decided: eh, why the fuck not? I ain't got nothin' better to do.", he told her. That, and annoying her seemed to be fun, even if it would bestow upon him a face or crotch full of molten hot tea. "So. . . I've gotta ask. . . who the fuck took a piss in your coffee?", inquired the Demon Chair, watching her in case of an attack on him for that remark.
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Post by aleatory on Aug 9, 2012 11:54:21 GMT -5
"I don't know. Who scooped your brain out and replaced it with dog shit?" Ivy replied. She took another sip of Jasmine, satisfied as the aromatic, hot liquid slid down her throat. She felt the warmth blossom from her throat and chest. If only such satisfaction and peace wasn't being ruined by the presence of a weird and strange weapon, Ivy thought. At this point in time, she, grudgingly, had to agree with the other student. Shibusen had been remnant of a shit-bag in the past few days. It's not that anything outstandingly horrid has happened or anything along those lines. What made Ivy irate more recently was the utter boredom that began to compile in large stacks on her back. She felt weighed down by it. Sure, solo training was fine. She felt as if her physical prowess (or, lack thereof) and slowness would make it tedious and perhaps impossible to chase Kishin.
"You should get a hobby." Ivy stated coldly in the general direction of the boy who complained of boredom. Ivy was sure she had heard of a few triumphs in his wake of destructive mental retardation. Lucky him, she thought begrudgingly, at least he had something to show for his loneliness. Even though Shibusen had proven to be a bit of a bore, Ivy didn't fancy the idea of being forced to return home due to her failure. She took another sip of Jasmine, the strong smell filling her sinuses, ironing out some of the wrinkles in her mood.
Ivy looked down. When did I start playing with my hair, she wondered. She didn't even remember touching it. With a frown she began rapidly transforming the loose locks into a loose french braid, considering whether or not she ought to order one of those calorie filled, delicious pastries. Once done making her braid, she waved one of the waitresses over. When the girl (a different one from last time) came over, before she could even a syllable Ivy demanded, "Spice cake." The girl scattered off, probably relieved that Ivy only said two words to her.
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 9, 2012 13:25:01 GMT -5
"Maybe I've always had a heaping pile of dog shit instead of a brain, ever think about that?", replied Rick. The weapon himself took a sip of his hot chocolate. While it wasn't black coffee, the hot beverage going down his throat felt extremely satisfying. Best of all, he had Ivy to mess with for a bit, at least until she left the place. Maybe he should come back to Deathbucks to fuck with some of the other customers, such as the laptop asshole in the corner who was just plonking away at that keyboard.
"I don't know if I even have time for another hobby. I mean, between classes, my job, whipping a fuckton of goddamn ass, and my hobbies. I'm really pushing it by adding Parkour to the mix. . .", he told her. The weapon took yet another sip of his hot chocolate.
The weapon watched as she ordered spice cake from one of the waitresses. Rick himself was tempted to order something else from this place. However, it was more along the lines of something cold to drink after that hot chocolate went down. Besides, he would probably be heading to the local burger joint for something to eat later, no need to eat desert now.
The weapon took yet another swig of his hot chocolate, still watching the girl he had had the dishonor of talking to.
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Post by aleatory on Aug 9, 2012 15:24:14 GMT -5
Ivy yawned, taking a generous bite of spice cake and washing it down with piping hot tea before bothering to address the boy again.
"And yet you still find time to piss people off. You're such a busy bee." she said. Another sip of Jasmine found its way down her throat. She yawned. Was it his boring life or boring face that's putting me to sleep, Ivy wondered. "Whooping a ton of ass." what a show off, she thought. I could whoop ass if someone who wasn't a fucking moron tried to wield me, she thought bitterly.
"I, lucky me, even get to be the subject of your lovely scrutiny. Yay" she dripped sarcasm on her last note. She sighed. Jasmine filled her senses, another sip. Ivy pondered momentarily over her own activities, comparing her list with the boy, Rick's, list. She lacked a job. Nobody dared hire a girl with a demeanor like hers, even if she was banished to the back stock room or washing dishes. Classes. She took those. She even did rather well in them. She didn't try very hard, but she got by with about a B to C average, acceptable without any necessary effort. Hobbies. Hobbies...
Do I have hobbies? Ivy wondered briefly. She supposed watching videos and reading books on how to style hair counted. If all else failed, she could slink back to Oakland and go to beauty school. Ivy bet she would kick ass in one of those schools, the majority of the student body being dumb girls and a few horny guys in the mix. Realizing her thoughts had quickly steered away, Ivy went back to staring Rick down, an eyebrow raised, inquiring.
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 9, 2012 17:18:30 GMT -5
The weapon was already halfway through his large cup of hot chocolate by the time she responded to him. The weapon's expression once again transitioned into a grin. "Just one of the many services I provide.", he told the purple-haired girl.
The girl made a sarcastic remark about being subject to his scrutiny, especially blatant with that last word. Rick offered no response to her comment, only continuing to drink his hot chocolate. So far, this was proving to be fun, and most certainly something he'd do in the future, even if it meant getting cut the fuck up, having hot liquid poured all over him, or worse.
Now, it would come as a surprise as to how this "idiot" got a job, especially where he was. He worked at the local electronics shop, having scored a job thanks to the knowledge his parents instilled into him as a kid, mostly his mother. In classes, getting straight A's wasn't really a problem for him. It was just a matter of acting like enough of a retard to convince people that he got some serious tutoring, or bribed and/or threatened someone to get his work done. Aside from video games and parkour, very few knew that he was an avid reader, and even knew that he was a pretty good with programming, something he'd like to keep the way it was.
"So, found a partner yet?", asked the weapon.
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Post by aleatory on Aug 10, 2012 10:51:28 GMT -5
Ivy visibly bristled at the comment. She wasn't sure whether it was meant to be offensive or not. Considering Rick's past actions, Ivy felt as if it was meant to be at least a little offensive. After the initial, small shock, her face dropped any appearance of surprise and displayed her typical look of indifference. A sip of tea, a rush of Jasmine in her senses. A bite of spice cake, the sweet, dense cake leaving her tongue tingling.
"All of the meisters I've come across so far are morons." Ivy told him. She felt it an agreeable statement. It rang true in Ivy's heart, at least. She still shot a few of the meisters who attempted wielding her dirty looks in the hallway. It wasn't her fault they couldn't take her constructive criticism. The few that were able to past that test clearly didn't know how the hell to use a ring blade. (Not to say she was an expert on wielding one, either).
"So, yes, I do lack a partner. However, with each potential partner I lose I gain another victim for the years to come." Ivy basked in that thought for a moment. Her parents wouldn't be happy to learn a member of the proud demon weapon family went without use. Ivy thought about what she would say to her family if the occasion of withdrawal ever arose. She decided she would say something along the lines of "You can deal with it." and go back to life as usual.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 10, 2012 11:34:52 GMT -5
Another day of work completed. The grueling task of dealing with the bizarre store drained the living daylights of out of the meister. His very flesh and bones creaked with exhaustion in each step. The Deathbucks Cafe. The one place he'd find true solace at in his usual mental meanderings. He could imagine the taste of the soothing bitter beverage wakening him to full clarity. And the times of reflections through the window...
Upon finally entering the store, Sai noticed a familiar person. An recent friend and patient. Especially a peer. Rick Fader. Most notorious of his unsavory behavior, but is generally not a bad person per se... It would seem he is conversing with a girl of their age. Somewhere around there. Noticing a waitress was coming up, he only held up a hand. Gesturing he didn't need anything and then pointed himself before point towards the duo there.
The employee's expression darkened, but nodded before leaving to her own devices. Having being left alone...
Sai walked over to the their whereabouts, standing close to them with hands akimbo on his hips.
"Yo Rick. She your girlfriend or something?"
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 10, 2012 16:27:44 GMT -5
Rick's question could've easily have been an insult towards the weapon. Funny thing was: that it wasn't even intended to be one. Rick didn't really know the situation with her since their last meeting. He was genuinely interested to see who'd partner up with the Demon Ring Blade, who could deal with her personality, and all that jazz. Hell, if she had a partner, she could probably try to one up him by telling him some mission story, something he'd truly like.
However, the bad news was that she didn't have a partner. She dubbed the ones that even tried morons, meaning that they couldn't wield her in some way. But even then, couldn't they have gotten lessons on how to wield a ring blade? Even Sid "Flat Nose McFuckface" Barett had to know someone who could help them. So much effort could've been saved on that notion, and so much more bloodshed would've ensued.
"True that.", Rick replied to her second statement on the subject, finishing off his hot chocolate in that instant. Rick waved over to one of the waitresses calmly. "Yeah, could I get a root beer?", he asked the young lady calmly. "Of course.", she told him as she ran off to get it.
A familiar face greeted them next, however. It was none other than Ishida Sai, an acupuncture-using ninja meister from Japan. The two of them had met on a mission to deal with two agents from a group known as the Heretic Cabal. Since that day, Rick had been conducting research on the group to the best of his ability, while also now being very good friends with the meister.
"Pfft, girlfriend? Ah, lemme give you a hint instead of a direct answer: the package is still fully intact.", he told the meister with a grin. Now this might end up provoking an attack from the girl, or just another remark. Either way, the weapon quickly focused his attention on his fellow weapon, ready to tumble out of the way.
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Post by aleatory on Aug 10, 2012 22:54:27 GMT -5
Another student entered through the doors. Ivy quickly appraised him. He had an unremarkable look, in her opinion. Dark hair, light eyes and skin, probably Asian. Giving him a slightly more thorough glance, Ivy was sure she had seen him about the halls before. Ichigo...? Ishi... Ivy couldn't quite recall his name, but was sure there was an "I" in it. For whatever reason he deemed fit, the new arrival decided to sit close to Ivy and Rick. Hooray. The purple haired girl raised an inquiring eyebrow at him.
"Yo, Rick. She your girlfriend or something?" asked the boy after sauntering over and taking a seat. The neutral expression of displeasure on Ivy's face warped into many expressions in a quick instant. Displeasure turned into shock, which turned into a small "O" shape of the mouth, and then finally an irritated scowl. Ivy was sure the anger in her look was capable of melting diamonds, however the lack of burning on surface of the other guy's skin led her to believe otherwise. Before the purple-haired girl could even begin to utter something in response, an irritating voice cut her line of thought. Oh great, she thought sarcastically, Rick is sure to say something prophetic and intelligent.
"Pfft, girlfriend? Ah, lemme give you a hint instead of a direct answer: the package is still fully intact.", Rick said. Ivy's face once again transformed from scowling to disgust. After a moment of reflecting on what he said, she thought, why does that surprise me at all? No, she thought, no it should not. If there was something Rick seemed apt to, it was making himself look like a daft pervert. Sometimes, Ivy thought, it seems like he's legitimately trying to be a dumbshit. She kept a mental list of things she didn't want to ever think about. She quickly added Rick's package to that list, stuffing a piece of spice cake in her mouth.
"Thanks for the image of my nightmares, Rick. Can't wait to close my eyes and never go to sleep again." Ivy huffed. She took another sip of jasmine tea to calm her nerves and went back to her former activity of giving an evil stare to Ishi... Ichi...
"Who are you?" she demanded of the other individual.
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Post by Ishida Sai on Aug 10, 2012 23:17:28 GMT -5
Sai could only roll his eyes as this friend's response. How like him, but the very diction of his dialogue was nevertheless immature in the case. The boy scoffed in his own reaction, not taking it so seriously in the matter. Though, he knew it was unlikely that even such as Rick would... Well, to say, "get laid" any time soon. That is to say, the girl next to him did seem to share the mutual feeling. Showing her disgust more verbally than he. Albeit, the teen is more tolerant of it.
"Right..." he said in mock askance and responding in a joking manner, "For now, let's have a single day where you don't talk about your dick. Yeah?"
Taking one hand, Sai pulled himself a seat. Once getting into position, the female peer would brusquely "ask" for his name.
"Sai. Ishida Sai, anything about it?" he replied with one eyebrow raised to reveal his curiosity of her behavior, "And who exactly would you be... Ma'am?"
He added in the address with a slight pause. Denoting paradoxically the joking respect and playful disrespect at the same time. Though, all in all, the teen's intentions were not meant to get into any arguments.
The meister called out at a nearby employee, "Oi! Waitress."
She turned around to see him as he waved.
"One coffee. Black."
A nod affirmed that she heard, though only a grimace towards what would be the girl's direction before scuttling away into the kitchens...
"So... What brings you here?" Sai asked while slouching on the chair with one right arm arm propped up holding the right side of his face.
He placed the free hand on a thigh comfortably, letting it rest there as he leisurely darted his eyes between his fellow peers. Examining their expressions.
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 11, 2012 1:23:17 GMT -5
Yeah, Rick could've just went with telling his friend to go fuck himself, while directly telling him that he wouldn't date Ivy if she were the last woman on the face of the earth. However, Rick felt like being crude and stupid in his response, and not just mean. Besides, the response he got out of Ivy was very satisfying.
"My pleasure.", Rick responded with a grin. Internally, he was surprised by her apparently having such standards. But then, that could just have been the mention of his unit, instead of just the prospect of castration. Then Sai chimed in telling him to go a moment without talking about his unit. "We'll see.", replied Rick with a crude grin on his face.
The weapon left the two to their own devices. Meanwhile, the waitress from before quietly dropped off his root beer. "Thanks. . .", he told her as she briskly walked away from the three. The weapon wasted no time in drinking the cold soda. Meanwhile, Sai had ordered a black coffee, to which the waitress complied.
Wait, what!?
A staffer at Deathbucks that wasn't November Black knew what the fuck black coffee was? The last time he even tried to order it from someone who wasn't Nova, she gave him a perplexed look, and asked him what kind of flavor he wanted. Question was, how the fuck did Sai do it? Did he have someone specific who took his order each time? Did he just get balls lucky? Who fucking knows, but he'd have to ask later on.
Rick provided no answer to Sai's question. Even if it was directed to them both, or just him, it was pretty obvious that Rick was here for the same reason as Sai: to get his drink on. But unfortunately, getting his alcoholic drinks in, he'd have to wait until later in the weekend, when there was supposed to be a big party.
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