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Thread: The Little Cafe on the Corner [CitrillicxKveria]

Today was the day. The day that Moe finally built up enough self-confidence to take another step in life and ask somebody out. Who was this person that had caught this freckle-faced cutie's attention? None other than his coworker and manager of a sweet little cafe whom he has worked for for a few long years now. At first he just wanted to keep his work completely separate from his personal life, needing the money for some financial situations he was in, but as the memory-filled years went on by, Moe found himself looking more and more in his direction, wondering whether or not he was good enough. Considering they were friends for a while now, even if he were to fail which, like anyone, hopes he won't he would be fine with remaining good friends. However, it was now or never if he wanted to find out the answer to his inquiries. Moe took his time in the morning before heading into work, making sure every last detail was perfect. He usually didn't care much about his appearence, but it would not hurt to care for one day, right? He glanced at himself in the mirror before heading out, making sure none of his curly hair was sticking out in weird directions or that there was nothing on his face or his clothes. Today he chose one of his favorite outfits, a yellow sweater that had light pastel stripes of blue, yellow, and black running across the width and then dark brown khaki's that he rolled up a little at the feet. He wasn't super stylish, but he was going to have to put on his work apron on later so it didn't matter too much. So with everything in check, he slipped into his nice brown dress shoes and walked out the door, an eager smile on his face. Luckily his flat wasn't too far from the cafe itself, so he didn't really have to walk long and that mean the could get there early to get some of the morning opening stuff out of the way before Rin were to show up. He got his spare keys out to unlock the door and reocked the door once he was inside. He wasn't sure if Rin was in yet or not, but he decided to go about his normal routine to make it seem less like he was planning something. Moe walked into the break room, putting on his apron before slipping away into the kitchen to begin making some small cakes and other bakery sweets for the morning, the cafe quickly smelling of the sugary batters. So far, off to a good start. As Moe worked, as usual, he started to whistle to pass time, every so often looking at the front door to see if Rin would enter or not.
Thread: The Little Cafe on the Corner [CitrillicxKveria]

Sorry for late-ish response, caught a bad fever.... Moe was in the midst of working when he heard something drop. However, he didn't think much of it until he spotted Rin appear in the kitchen with a look that said it all. Moe gave a small chuckle and looked back to the batter he was making. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, just thought'd I'd lesson some of the work and come in early... He rambled on, pausing when he felt Rin brush up against him to taste the batter out of one of the bowls. Moe playfully waved his hand away, rolling his eyes. What are you talking about? Aren't my cakes always good? I mean, I guess I am in a good mood... He most certainly was in a good mood, more than he usually was. Speaking of good mood.... Moe now was losing a bit of focus on his task as he glanced over to Rin, watching the oddball checking himself out in the bowls. There really wasn't any good way to look in a hairnet, but Rin seemed much too into his looks. In Moe's point of view, Rin had really nothing at all to worry about when it came to how he looked it wasn't just his funny personality that caught Moe's attention anyways. Eventually he snapped back to reality, looking at the now ready-to-bake batter in the bowl. He knew he had a mission other than to make these cakes, but it was a lot harder to approach the subject than Moe originally anticipated. So as Moe began preparing some cake tins with flour, he started to nervously chew at his lips. What would be the best way to announce that you like someone? Be direct? Just drop hints? Moe wasn't sure how much of what he would say would just sound like compliments to the body-conscious Rin. Perhaps he was over thinking it? Either way, he wasn't going to get anywhere without doing anything. Moe filled the cake tins with the batter, slipping them away into the ovens to bake and then tried to wipe away some of the flour off of his face with his flour-coated hands. He stared at the oven for a long while before finally looking back over to the busy Rin. Then, with a deep breath, Moe finally approached Rin... Say Rin... Moe trailed off, trying to piece his sentences together as he said them. Out of curiosity, what do you think of me? Moe leaned up against the counter besides Rin, watching what he was doing, but his mind was elsewhere.
Thread: The Little Cafe on the Corner [CitrillicxKveria]

Moe was just about falling asleep over his schoolwork when it went off the loud ringing filling the silence of the library. Moe nearly jumped out of his skin as he fumbled around with his phone, looking to see who was calling before quickly silencing the phone by answering it. Hello? Moe answered, rubbing his tired eyes. He looked over to the clock on the wall, seeing it was getting pretty late and he knew he probably should head home. So as he held the phone up to his ear, he started to slowly pack his stuff into the bag, listening to Rin on the other end. It seemed he had a lot to talk about, which only made Moe happier because he enjoyed talking with him. He always had such interesting stories to tell... Speaking of which, the story he had to tell certainly stopped Moe dead in his tracks as he was about to leave the library. He forgot about the mention of Noel getting sick, because quite honestly everyone was with the weather getting colder, but his strange encounter sounded a little more threatening to Moe. Did Rin know this person? It sounded like he did but that wasnt clear to Moe. The main problem with it is that it seemed, from Moes end, Rin mightve held an interest with this stranger. Was that the reason he called so late? He knew Rin shouldve been off earlier, and it wasnt like he was expecting Rin to call him the moment his shift ended but Moe couldnt help but feel a little queasy. He stepped outside now, welcoming the cold air with open arms, hoping it would settle his upset stomach. It sounds to me like you had one hell of a shift! Moe said with a weak laugh, his mind jumping from one thought to the next. He really had no idea about Rins private life so he wasnt really sure about whom he should be threatened by or if he should worry about it at all. It wasnt like Moe to feel so disgruntled, but maybe since he had feelings for Rin it was bound to happen. Im not too sure what to say about your encounter, but as for Noel, we will just have to take some bigger precautions to make sure no one else will get sick. Otherwise that wont help our little situation, will it? Moe headed back home, seeing as perhaps Rin was too busy to want to hang out or drink, but before he got a little hasty it probably wouldnt hurt to at least ask. If you arent too busy tomorrow, would you mind maybe going out for a drink or something? Ill buy
Thread: The Little Cafe on the Corner [CitrillicxKveria]

Rin sighed into the phone. It was horrifying, Moe, honestly! You have no idea what it was like, standing there waiting for him to finish I could barely breathe. By now he'd rolled himself over so he was stretched out on his back, taking up the whole couch with his feet up on the arm. He was hardly paying attention to the television anymore, so he reached for the remote and flipped it off, squishing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he cleared his ponytail from around his neck where it was tickling the sensitive skin. On the good side, Miyabi has some posters up for advertisement and looking for volunteers. That should make things a little better. The next question made Rin stop and think. Well... I don't drink, really.... he started slowly. While that was true, Rin knew a nice tea bar that was always open late. He just didn't know if he wanted to go out when he was under this much stress and pressure. Then again, all work and no play, right? And the stress would probably give him grey hairs and wrinkles on his forehead.... That was something that scared Rin to no end. His vanity was his biggest flaw in most cases, but in this one it pushed him to relax and have some fun. We could go out for tea, maybe. If that's alright with you. I mean, just think of all the bad things alcohol does to your body! Besides, I know a nice place where they make a killer tea latte that's full of antioxidants and it's both trans fat and caffeine-free.
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Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Despite the legendary discovery, the next three days passed by Ale's Gate with the kind of sleepiness that so often pervaded the unremarkable town. Eala had wowed people with the display of his new blade, and inwardly he somehow knew to call it 'Sunder', letting them 'oooh' and 'aaaah' watching the light smoke and change colour whenever it touched the stainless material. They had also found that the shashka sword did not quite like anyone but the farmboy touching it, and whenever someone grew bold enough to grab any part of it they would fit the flesh of their palm burn more and more until they released it. The sword was strange but Eala liked it, feeling as if it was something so... right. As if he was born to hold it. The strangeness had grown from there in other ways. Whatever magic had imbued him effected his body in many ways. He found himself outrunning any of the hunting dogs of Ale's Gate, noted how he could lift almost thrice as much weight than he could before, and he seemed to almost never tire regardless of the work he did on the family farm. Nice little touches, and even if he wasn't carrying Sunder he found the physical buff never left him. But again, despite all this, Ale's Gate was no different. He still worked the farm, chased off any wild animals that strayed near the crops, and on occasion he would visit the apothecary and stock up heartweed for the pipes or raeon powder for the hearth. The same traders came and went, the farmers maintained their crops, the weather stayed in that same static stage of autumnal sunniness. Just because a legendary artifact had been unearthed, didn't mean something wild was to unfurl. That all changed one morning when one shabby boy and an equally shabby dog came running through the central road of town, crying out that a horse was coming, and that a monster of stone was marching with it. Aside from the recent appearance of the Sunder, Ale's Gate had little experience with magic. To them golems were just the stuff of fairytales, and even then they were creatures of patchwork flesh rather than men of repurposed rock. Either way they boys cries of the incoming figures came as enough of a distraction to draw many from their work. Some hung in their doorways or leaned over their fences. Eala proceeded to sit upon the shabby fence surrounding his father's field, now resting the Sunder like a cane of sorts and tapping his fingers lightly along the hilt as he waited to see this 'monster' the shabby boy had spoken of. Two strange things in one week... flamin' spires below, this town actually has some life to it now, he mused aloud.
Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Ales Gate was not much to look at but the pull from whatever power was here grew stronger until Cyleria could feel it like a subtle vibration through her body. Eagerly, she put her heels to her horse, Pebbles picking up his shuffling stride to keep up they reached the village. As they walked through, ignoring the gawking yokels, she spotted a hunched figure, an elderly man with a grey beard and great bushy eyebrows. Hissing to herself, she recognized the wizard, a master of restoration magic. Hywel, the old goat, he must have felt the pull, too. She spotted a few other hooded figures, mages who were powerful in their schools of magic but none could match her in her variety of skills. Cyleria closed her eyes and focused on the pull of the source of magic. It was not in town and she quickly changed direction and put her heels to her horse, cantering out of the village towards the farmland. The surge was felt as she approached a young man sitting atop a fence and she tilted her head, examining him with a critical eye. He was a dark haired handsome youth, dressed as any farmers son would be but for one difference. He had a rather ornate black and green scabbard and the handle of the sword seemed to glow in her eyes. Licking her lips she took a sharp breath, this was it. The sword was the source of the magic. Resisting the urge to shout in triumph, she trotted her bay horse towards the boy and pulled up in front of him. Pebbles shifted on his stoney feet and Cinder screeched, fluttering her reddish brown wings as she perched on the rock golems head. Sitting straight in her blue-green silk gown with the chain mail bodice, her long dark hair pulled back in an intricate braid, Cyleria made an impressive sight. She ignored all the curious onlookers and those that had followed her at a distance out of curiosity. Her sharp green eyes met his and her elegantly sculpted face devoid of emotion she reached out her hand and curled her fingers. The sword, boy, she ordered, looking at him intently, Give it to me. See more
Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Most women in Ale's Gate were either malnourished, overweight, toothless or some combination thereof. So naturally when a young woman of such well-bred beauty approached, riding on a horse that seemed equally well-bred and well fed, coming from a spectacular genetic lineage, Eala couldn't help but take some notice. Her eyes met his, yet he didn't flinch away or show any apprehension. She was a stranger, and something about her resonated power, and yet he felt unnaturally confident. Can't, he answered simply. It doesn't like you. And it burns anyone it doesn't like when they try to hold it, he said, speaking of the blade as if it was a sentient being in it's own right. To some extent it was, that much was just impossible to tell to those without intimate knowledge. Gripping Sunder's hilt, Eala proceeded to raise it slightly in it's scabbard until the impossibly brilliant sterling was slightly visible, arcs of multicoloured lightning weaving around the sharpened surface for a few seconds before vanishing utterly. It radiated magic, so filled with a primordial force that it seemed to almost always expel random sparks of the power without any rhyme or reason to the motion, Shrugging then he clapped it back into place with an audible click. I mean I would if I could, but Sunder is just picky like that. Hopping off the fence he continued to stand up fully, and let his gaze meet hers in a manner that was either foolish or worryingly brave. Either he had no idea who she was, or he did and he didn't much mind. So it's gonna have to stick with me for the time bein', until it decides to move on I guess. I'm Eala by the by.
Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Cyleria raised her eyebrows at his refusal but it was quickly forgotten as she watched the light dance along the blade as the boy pulled it enough to see what it was. A Shashka blade and a powerful one at that. One capable of changing the world and slaying the most powerful of foes. The Sunder. The words breathed through her body and she shivered slightly at the magic pulsing through the flawless steel. Then he put it away and the sorceress blinked, looking back up at his face. At his words, she tilted her head, smiling slowly and then licked her lips slightly. The woman dismounted her horse, the beast backing up as she spread her arms out to look up at Eala and the rest of the gathering crowds. She was a petite woman but power and strength emanated from her slender form. Eala...I am Cyleria of the White Mountain, she said in her rather throaty, feminine voice. Bringer of storms, wielder of fire and ice. I can bring stone to life and hear the words of animals. I am magic made flesh. Do you think these hands would be burned by that blade? Her turquoise eyes alight, she raised her small hands and fire licked along her slim fingers. A white hot blaze that glowed green before turning yellow and orange rose from her palms until the twin pillars of fire twisted together and formed a long thin spear of flame. She twitched her fingers and they shrunk back down and formed two balls for crackling fire and she turned, giving her wrists a flick and both fireballs shot out and exploded a large old tree into splinters as the branches turned to ash in the fierce heat. Turning back to the peasant boy, she smirked a little, Let me hold the Sunder and we shall see who it picks, young Eala.
Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Eala watched as she dismounted and gave her name. 'Cyleria of the White Mountain, bringer of storms, wielder of fire and ice.' These royal types with all their fancy titles... Eala hoped he wasn't expected to say the full thing each time. that would just grow far too cumbersome... if she was a noblewoman then she was perhaps the first he had ever seen in his life. Even Lord Ironhorn, the man who owned the land that stretched from Ale's Gate to Sacred Stone, never ventured out this way... as to where White Mountain was supposed to be, Eala didn't even know what to think. However when she showcased her magic he knew well enough to be impressed, eyes widening a touch as a spear of flame morphed into being as if forged from thin air. Nobles never passed by here, so of course magic was just as rare a thing to even remotely imagine. And then at last she, all cockiness and smiles, seemed to think Sunder would just leap to her hand. He supposed it made sense to try it out, so he merely shrugged his shoulders and rammed the blade, scabbard and all, down to the earth with his newfound superhuman might. The peak pierced into the mud and tug in at least five inches, leaving much of the shashka on offer for a hand to grab at. Already however it seemed to rattle once Eala's hand pulled back, protesting having it's rightful owner pulled away with it. While it was an enchanted sword, old as the first kingdom, it could be remarkably petulant and almost childish. The magic already seemed to flourish and build, the hilt glowing almost with a burning hot intensity as if trying to ward off someone else from snatching at it. Give it a try if you want... dunno why she likes me, but she does, he said.
Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Cyleria had a blank expression when he jabbed the sword into the ground as was still in it's scabbard. Her eyes flickered with interest, it would take immense strength to do that, something more akin to Pebbles than a simple peasant, even a strapping farmer's lad. The Sunder shimmered and shuddered as it was separated from the boy and the sorceress glanced at him when he spoke. Indeed, perhaps the sword had made a choice who found it but the power was something that would be very dangerous in the wrong hands. How long could Eala hold onto it before some dark mage or some powerful noble demanded it for himself? Some called her a dark mage but she would disagree, her skill in destruction magic perhaps soured her reputation as she was hired by lords and kings for their wars. The woman lifted her hand, concentrating on the sword that jiggled against it's binding and reached for the grip. Power and pain seared through her palm and up her arm. Cyleria grit her teeth at the scorching sensation but it was nothing she could not handle. Dragon's fire was much worse, she told herself but the pulsing through her arm frightened her though not enough for her to let go. Drawing the blade, the steel darkening in her grip as if turning it's face away to hide the rainbow light it had danced with when in Eala's grasp. Her eyes widened with fascination as she held the sword, running her free hand against the keen metal and feeling the spark of life as it almost seemed to twitch away from her touch. She closed her eyes as if listening and she could hear the faint breath and words that sang out in longing for it's rightful master. Eala. The sword beckoned and demanded the boy. Fluttering her eyes open, she peered at the dark haired lad. See more The Sunder did not want her and she was a little put off by that. Why would a powerful ancient magical blade want some dirty fingernailed farmer's son and not to belong to a sorceress such as Cyleria of the White Mountain? She felt the pull though and her hand was on fire as she kept hold of it. Finally, she had to admit to herself she could not wield the Shashka blade and she lay it level in her hands. The agony throbbed through her right arm now and she held the sword out for Eala, her face blank but for the brightness of her eyes as she met Eala's gaze. So Sunder has chosen, Cyleria said, her voice stiff as she tried to mask the pain and handed the sword back to him. See more
Thread: The Blade of Balance (Heartlesskitten)

Guess so. But she let you hold on longer than anyone else, came the casual response. Still his face showed tht he was impressed and graciously took the shashka back. She was a woman of her word, and that was enough to please him. Outsiders were not treated fondly by most small towners, seen as liars and opportunistic individuals always seeking a way to take advantage of the 'bumpkins' they looked down on. Eala took the blade and it seemed to calm down in his hands. For whatever reason it saw something in him beneath that dirt and grime... but perhaps that was to be expected. Many of the wielders, though not all, had come from less than humble backgrounds. But once they became a ruler in some regard they worked hard to act as if they had been born into the power and prestige. All lies, utter dross. You seem to know an awful lot about these kind of things... guess it comes with the whole magic-user thing. Moving quickly he clasped it back in the snakeskin scabbard and pulled the whole thing back out from the punctured earth. In time that hole would fill, as if the mark had never been there. The time would come. Nothing was permanent. Eala hummed and proceeded to clip the sword to his belt once again. Must be something pretty big if it made you come on out this way. I mean, all I know about this thing is it's name and that it likes me... for whatever reason. It was perhaps about that time for the Sunder to reappear. The kingdom was a remnant almost, set to crumble under the encroachment coming from the northeastern Shadelands. Lich, name unknown to the smallfolk, and an army of horrors from the black catechism were set to come down and ravish all that was left. It was a time that did not call for the average man... Think you could teach me a bit about it? Your guess is as good as mine as to why it wants me holding it.