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| TresserT | Mar 24 2013, 06:56 AM Post #1 |
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Somewhere, deep in the heart of Grauesblut a man entered a cafe. He bore the appearance of an Orient, though his scarlet hair suggested corruption in the lineage. The man gravitated towards the bar, where a young, blonde haired youth, not possibly old enough to commission alcohol. The man asked for a drink. "What'll ya have?" the bar tendress asked, when the phone rang. "Oh, just a moment." The man waited. The man understood little of the conversation. Indecipherable blurbs, random words slipping out, the occasional mention of mapo tofu or strange moments. The girl dropped the phone, running to a pink haired colleague, temporarily forgetting her customer. "I got the call! I got the call!" The pink one frowned. The blond seemed excited, but this pink girl seemed slightly distressed. "Why now? Why here, at this wild time?" The room flashed black for a second, startling the few customers. A grey haired man, elderly but no taller than the youths, began to speak. "This is a time of festival, but in the middle of a war? It could be considered... unlucky!" The room flashed black again. Two or three people stood up and began to leave, though most of them changed their mind. The Chinese man stared wildly at the speaking triad. "What's going on?" The blond girl looked back at her customer, mumbling quietly to herself until, apparently, she settled on one phrase to describe the scene. "It's Starting!" |
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