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((No need to apologize :). Life was knockin' at your door, and you had to answer for it. It's totally fine! Glad you're back (at least enough to have replied) though :).))
If the dick-witch knew how she felt about him--if he knew all this stuff about her, then he should have known that telling Keiko that she felt all scared and afraid wasn't the smartest approach. What she hated about Andrew was his god complex he had going for him, the very complex that compelled him to flash about his powers by pulling information out of no where--even infomration on Kei's life--, saying everything and anything he wanted without even so much as a thought of who it'll impact or how they'd react, and trying to force his 'help' and good intents upon others. Like the world of witches, he may very well have thought he was helping them by exposing them all, but that was his view of things. He hadn't thought about others--and if he had, he clearly didn't care enough to regard their views. Her jaw was as tight as it could get she'd thought, but somehow it got even more vice-like when he called her a witch. She was so sick of being referred to as that! He should have known that if he supposedly knew everything about her. Why would he press buttons he knew existed if he was trying to befriend her?!
Oh, but it got better; he went on to say that he regretted his actions, that he was only human, and what was done was done. If that wasn't the biggest fuckin' cop-out to screwin' up shit in the world. If she let go her opinion of him just because he said he felt all bad deep down inside for what he'd done, it would be like telling some killer who claimed they regretted their kills that it was okay, that it was all said and done and in the past. It changed nothing. It still happened--and it could happen again. People didn't just change. Super-witch was still the same ass who went on TV, apology or not.
He'd moved closer to her, his attention falling to Tyco's little growling self, saying he was cute and asking if she preferred him over a familiar. "Look," her voice came out harsh, no attempt to hold her emotions from it. "If you already know everything about me, I see no reason in doing this." She motioned between them. "The whole talking thing to try and 'get to know one another and be friends'--or whatever is useless. You know me, and I don't want to know you--nor do I want any help you have to give, because believe me..." She laughed a humorless laugh and shook her head. "If it's anything like the 'helping' you did for the witch world, it'd only do me more harm than good. Consider your weird need to help the supposedly pitiful scared, frightened, and unstable girl fulfilled. You gave it a shot. Failed, but still. The thought that counts, yeah?"
The calming feeling that had returned to her lasted not long enough to even be recalled. Shivers crawled up the young woman's sleeveless arms, bumps rising as her stomach knotted tight, the same feeling from the coffee shop washing over her once more. She came to a stop, fingers still placed lightly on the surface of a high standing tombstone. and her muscles tensing; just as she did so, a voice spoke from behind her. Her name was spoken--her name, a name no one but that boy she'd just met knew around these parts. Unnerving was a light way to put it, and Keiko found herself submerged into a state of high alert as she whipped around to find the speaker.
Once she found the source of the greeter, the girl's gaze narrowed onto his face. Tight went her jaw, clenched her fists, and cold her eyes as the man's features added up to form one she'd seen before--one nearly everyone on Earth had seen by now. Him. From within her, Kei felt a surging energy, snaking it's way from her center outward, soon crawling beneath but only her thing layers of skin. "Calm," said a voice Keiko didn't recognize, and she felt a phantom weight upon her shoulder. Her eyes cut from mega-witch to her shoulder, seeing a static, and faded hand; however, when her eyes snapped behind her further to find the owner of the hand, she saw nothing, and the hand was gone.
As if she didn't have enough to worry with; now she was seeing and hearing things? It probably had something to do with the guy who'd popped out of no where saying hello to her like they were causal friends--speaking to her as if he had the right to. He had no right to speak to her, not after what he did to an entire species. Slowly, Keiko forced herself to ignore the phantom hand and voice that'd both vanished and looked back to the guy. Tyco, with his oh so viscous self, was picking up the hostility his owner held, and as such was letting out what Kei was sure the pup thought was a terrifying growl but was far from as he stayed near her feet.
"If you can pull my name out of some hat, I'm sure you can guess just how I am," she stated dryly. He knew her name, but that wasn't all that odd since there was mystical forces within their world that certain folk could harness. What bothered her wasn't him knowing who she was...no, what bothered her was him. It showed, she was sure, that she wasn't a fan.
What's this? Not only has Sea remerged, but she also doesnt want to show off her stunning profile making abilities?! Time consuming as heck, isnt it? It you decide to get active in the group again, im totally open to collab, btw. Ive got, probably, one more female and a male that Imma make one day (hopefully), and one female alrwady made. Im excited to see you again! (Sorry for not actually being able to help answer your question)
After leaving the coffee shop when a feeling crept over Keiko, she'd began to venture down the sidewalk, Tyco leading the way in excited bounds as he pulled his leash tight once more. Her gaze had flickered over her shoulder to The Black Horse once, hair still raised on her neck, and her eyes fell upon a vehicle as it pulled up. Out got a blood coated woman and a man all but carrying her. Keep walking, the voice within her head demanded, warning her to not get involved in whatever was going on. But who could honestly just walk away from something like that? She could feel the power, not just the draw that those similar to her had, but a handful of other sorts oozing from not only the two walking into the cafe but also whoever remained in the car. Curiosity was all but forcing her to veer back to the cafe. Bloodied bodies and that all to familiar pulse of power isn't something you should get tied into--no matter how curious you might be.
Jaw tightening as she watched the couple disappear into the door of the cafe, Kei did as the voice said, turning back around and continuing to walk. That hair raising feeling that'd overcame her in The Black Horse had happened for a reason, and it probably had something to do with the group that'd just pulled up. She was been warned to get out before being pulled into it all--whatever 'it all' was for them. One thing she knew, though, was this place was going to be a bit more than she could bit off and chew alone. Maybe she should just leave...what'd it matter if she didn't get answers? It wouldn't mean she couldn't continue to live, right?
Right, like you could just leave behind the chance to finally get answers. Keiko, you're so close...just look around. Look around for what? It wasn't like she had any clue what she was searching for. Just look. Taking an aggervated breath, having not noticed how far her feet had taken her. She did as the voice said and looked around, eyes falling on the entrance to a cemetery right beside her. A dry laugh escaped her lips, and she shook her head. Her subconscious must be on overdrive to be voicing out things that'd she not noticed. It was a bit odd, honestly, but she wrote it off. It wasn't anywhere close to the other oddities within her life.
Not giving it a thought, she walked into the graveyard, Tyco bounding ahead and trying to pull her quicker. It wasn't the place she'd pick to visit, but Kei had to admit there was an odd serenity to the cemetery. Her fingers traced along moss covered tombstones as she walked along, eyes reading over names carved into the stone as she did so.
Place Request Is it possible to have some sort of small park area in town? I know there's a couple out of town places that are outdoors like, but one maybe in town would be nice, I think.
I thought she wasnt taken, but I figured asking was better than not :). I have a bit of an idea, but Im not sure how itd work over. When I get more time, I'll type up a bit of it and send it to you to get your input.
So, the current one is brand new, pretty much, and she's not made? Or is she made? Kaley mentioned she thought someone has her already, but the hiarchy list had it still as opened?
Is this list up to date?
Still says open in the hiarchy, so I assume whoever claimed her went MIA, left the group, or Jacob jjust failed to update it.
If she is claimed, thats pretty annoying that whoever has her doesnt bother to rp with her. Thars literally the highest rank in the coven, so that character is rather imppetant.
But anywho, thank you for letting me know, Kaley :). I dont particuarly like making the powerhouse characters,, so I didnt much want to make the coven leader, but since sshe's imporant and needed to be made, I was going to suck it up and try to help out the group. Hopefully whoever has her will do something with her.
Oh, so the current one does have a name, age, and a bit of history already defined for her? *backs away from thoughts of applying to make her* Thank you for the information!
How many of the high priestesses has been killed? How long has it been between the deaths?
See what you’ve gone and done? He thinks he offended you. It wasn’t like Keiko had jumped down his throat for speaking his mind—wait, had she? She’d told him not to feel bad for being passionate. Yes, then you told him he was going to get you burned at the stake. No she didn’t. Basically. Okay, so she could have handled her words a bit better had she truly wanted to, but she wasn’t used to such soft natured people, who had such a heart like this boy seemed to have alongside the wide-eyed ‘it’s a brave new world’ thing going for him. At least he didn’t seemed to take her words harsh enough to let it detour him, even going on to say he promised to not speak of her ‘secret’ to others when he sees her again. Great, he still believed she was, indeed, a witch. Too late to burn that bridge, she supposed, though she did hope it wasn’t just when he was sees her that he promised to keep those lips shut tight about her power. Keiko hoped it was a more ‘my lips are sealed in full’ sort of promise.
Then came the official introduction. Kellan Valkyrie, an interesting name to say the least. She could honestly admit she’d never met another Kellan…then again, who was she to talk. Instead of giving her a more American name considering she was American in full by birth, as was one of her parents, they’d leaned on their bloodline’s heritage in the naming department. So there weren’t exactly a bunch of people floating around with her name either. The edges of her lips corked when Kellan decided to tell her that he worked here. Of course he did…she was here and he was working, after all. He was struggling to grasp a hold of the more typical form of conversational topics, wasn’t he?
Petting Tyco with her free hand when he finally started to squirm slightly, the pup calmed right back down. He was very obedient for the most part despite his curious nature so long as Keiko gave some sort of command or reinforcement for him to behave, even as small as a few strokes over the head. Her eyes followed Kellan’s when the drifted to the herb shop’s now ‘open’ sign flashed on, but veered her gaze back to him when he asked if he’d be seeing her around. You could use a friend in this place. She could, that was for sure true. But considering how excited he was to meet someone he thought could be a witch, Keiko doubted he’d be any help when it came to her ultimate goal of being in this place. You could use a friend as much as a source for information, Keiko, and he seems to want to be your friend, even if it is just because he thinks you’re a witch. At least he won’t ever look at you like you’re a freak—well not in a bad way, at least. She looked at the counter for a moment, seeing if there happened to be a loose pen laying aro—yep! There was one. “Perhaps,” she said, sitting Tyco down for a moment, though keeping his leash tight enough to not let him begin to wonder off. Reaching over for the pen, she took hold of it and grabbed hold of a napkin. After scribbling her number and name onto the napkin, she put the pen onto it and slid both halfway across the counter for the boy. “Or if chance isn’t good enough for you, feel free to call me up. If you get some free time and are interested, I could use someone to show me around.” She offered a soft smile to Kellan.
When an odd chill traveled Keiko's spine, her eyes veered from the boy, looking around the cafe. There were many thoughts towards what a hair raising feeling such as the one coming over her could be, and more often than not, pinpointing what the subconscious was trying to warn the person of wasn't going to happen. What the feeling did do, however, was set Keiko on alert and put the need to leave into her. So she did. Glancing to Kellan one more, she gave a brief smile and wave before leaving without giving him the chance to give a response, Tyco right on her heels as she opened the door, leaving.
[ Exit Keiko ]
((Sorry for the length! Lots of thought’s to write up XD. Neither of you feel ANY need to at all try and write this much. Considering Keiko is new to all this stuff and is a very opinionated thinker means long ass posts after a longish speech like Kellan gave haha.))
It wasn’t the worker who’d came with a response to Keiko’s words towards witches and the tv guy. Her gaze drifted to the two who’d moved to a table. Perfect proof of how the mind worked, the stranger was. She’d heard something, and let herself form an image of what she believed had been said or meant. In this case, the girl had jumped to the conclusion that Keiko was saying the mega-witch was a liar, though Keiko had never said as such. It was just how, well, everyone functioned, Keiko included. They’d get their own image of things and spring on it. That was one reason exposure of superpowers to the world was an awful idea. Everyone would have a different reaction, forming their own ideas based off what was said or done and leading them to a conclusion of their own, be it good, bad, or ugly. The stranger continued, talking of how super-magic man wasn’t the only ass out there. The obvious is always the easiest to state. Doesn’t change the facts he’s still an ass. Nope.
The dark haired woman went on, saying some would always think it a hoax no matter what, people could slide under the radars if they really wanted—wait, was she trying to say that it didn’t matter if someone rang the bell because if the magicals wanted to get out of the lime light, they could? That it was the magical folk’s own problem to stay hidden? So what, it was okay for someone to alert the world to magic because it was everyone else’s own problem to conceal themselves? Stupid logic if ever there was such a thing. You’re doing it too, assuming she meant something despite her never saying it. Everyone does it. Brush it off; her opinion literally has no effect on you. No reason to let it bug you. Because it’s stupid. You’re missing the big picture again, by the way. She referred to her family as ‘special’, more or less. She’s a freak, to. That didn’t change the fact her words--Lookie there, saved from having to respond by the cashier.
Like water on a rain coat, the stranger’s words rolled off Keiko as her attention went back to the young man behind the counter. The voice was right…there really was no reason to get into a conversation like that. It wouldn’t change anything. There was a childlike twinkle in his eyes as he spoke of magic and how he believed in it to the full. But the small smile that had came to Keiko’s lips for a brief moment dissipated as soon as he decided to say she was a witch. So what? He can sense your power? What does that make him? Intuitive? Maybe… This was one of the things Keiko was afraid would happen if magic was ever exposed. No matter the sort of energy someone possessed, they’d be claimed a witch by any and everyone who found out about their powers. They’d all burn with the real witches just because they had gifts. They’d all be lumped together with some generalized grouping because of similarities.
On went the boy’s words, mentioning that he thought it a good thing witches were exposed now, that everything would be all happy-go-lucky now? Naïve little thing, isn’t he? But passionate. Passion only works with those who are naïve towards something or another. You’d know, wouldn’t you? Passion is overrated. Because it’s hurt one to many times? Because it’ll always lead to the same painful fall. Just watch. This one will fall hard and fast when the real word comes a knock, tearing down those bright and shiny hopes and dreams of a world at peace and filled with magic. Did he really believe that people had grown up since the witch trails? Even if witches had prompted them, it was humans who ultimately burned one another, who were so terrified of the things they could not understand and control that they felt compelled to destroy any and all suspected threats. No, wait, he was right on some level. The world had evolved a bit. Now instead of just burning the witches, people would capture them, exploit them, try to harness their powers at any cost to find ways to utilize it for themselves. At the very least, though, they’d confine witches. Because humans? They can’t handle the thought of there being anything in the world stronger than them. It was terrifying to them.
There would be those who loved magic, who would want to support it. Those would become the protestors that stood outside of labs demanding the release of the witches. Then would come the ruling that witches were not humans, therefore had no rights. They were creatures, things that could and needed to be studied. Maybe there would even be a war for their rights, humans fighting with the witches…but even then, her point would have been made. The world would have fallen to chaos because of its eyes being open. Let him be optimistic…I doubt he’d have anything left without his hopeful and dreamful nature. Plus, he’s on the side of magic…your side.
Once the boy was done speaking, his blissfully sweet and gooeys of witch kind and how great life would be now, Keiko gave a small smile to him. Let him be optimistic, the voice reminded. “Don’t apologize for being passionate,” she said. “We all have or opinions and beliefs.” Her gaze flashed to the other two strangers for a moment before looking back to the speech-giver. That all you’re gonna say? He didn’t just give a passionate speech and all. What else would she say? That she disagreed with everything almost? That she wasn’t a witch? She wasn’t. Titles and all that. That she thought the world was going to break into chaos soon from this? “I’d really appreciate if you would stop suggesting I’m magically inclined, though. That’s how fingers for those trials got started, after all.”
She wasn’t sure why he’d felt such a strong need to out her. Why couldn’t he keep it to himself? Did he need it to be validated for it to be real to him? If he thought she was magical, good for him. Why say it out loud and risk someone who wasn’t as supportive overhearing? Why risk her life just to get validation? He wasn’t trying to. He’s excited. That’s part of the point though, isn’t it? That people don’t think things through…they just do it. Her gaze flickered to the herbal shop’s door once more. There was no need in her going up there at all. What would she do with herbs? Nothing. She wasn’t a witch. She didn’t use them. “You can keep the change,” she stated, moving her eyes back to the boy and sliding the few dollars and change back to him. “For the conversation and all.” She glanced to the other two strangers.
“Oh, and thanks for your input,” she said to the girl, meaning it kindly despite Keiko’s thoughts of what the girl had said. The stranger had taken her time to talk to Keiko despite her being a new face. It was kind. “Lots of passionate people in this town, huh?” she asked rhetorically for the most part as she looked back to the cashier, readying to leave. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable environment anymore. Too much supernatural talk for her to handle. Being here without Jefferson was already hard enough. Facing all this in one big splash, it wasn’t happening. She couldn’t take it all in stride—especially not from a boy who thought the world was glitter and sparkles when she’d been shown early on it was far from.
The herbal shop door had not only taken her attention, but it seemed time and the words of the worker had been stolen from her as well, neither registering to Keiko before she asked her question of the shop. It wasn’t until she looked back to him, seeing a pause of sorts on his expression to realize she’d missed something. Had he spoken to her? She could have sworn he hadn’t—but it wouldn’t be the first time she’d been distracted to the extent of everything, including time itself, skate right past her. See? Distracted. Where’s that observant nature of yours? Her observation was plenty there…it was just narrowed in on location rather than people. As he answered, her mind was at work not only processing his reply to her question but also picking up the pieces of everything he’d said she’d missed.
The natural blending mechanism she’d developed kicked in, a light smile pulling to her lips as he told of his theory of the herbal shop, witches being drawn, mortals repelled, and some sort of spell. “Guess I must be a witch, huh?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye and her voice coming off as a playful sort rather than serious. Her eyes went back to the door. “I think it’s more along the lines of interests than spell work,” she continued, gaze veering back to him. “Those who are interested are naturally drawn, others not. But to be drawn, you’d have to believe you’re magical, I suppose.” Two-fifty, that’s the price, the voice informed, picking up the pieces of the conversation the boy had had with her that’d she’d voided without notice., and he asked if you could do any magic prior to you asking of the herbal shop. Bit odd…unless, well, he can feel your energy… Can he? Lie. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a wallet clearly meant for a man. It’d been Jefferson’s…one of the few things she could keep on her that would give her a link to him. Flipping the worn-out leather wallet open, she pulled out a five and passed it to him.
Her fingers went around the cup and slid it over the counter the rest of the way to her. “Do you believe in all that stuff? Magic and witches? I mean, just because one guy said it’s true on TV doesn’t give it any validity, especially considering he proclaimed himself their ultra-lord—or whatever. Seems more like a cry for attention on his part than anything…” He really got under your skin, didn’t he? Was it the fact he was a dick enough to expose to everyone there is a sort of ‘power’ out there, thus opening for a modernized Salem Witch Trails? Or was it because he believed he had the right to do it in the first place? Both. All? Everything about that guy—what was his name? The fuck if she even remembered. She’d made an active effort to delete it from her mind.
Anyone who boasts as much as he did about being some sort of supreme super king of all that is magical on television was a glorified douche in her book from the kick off, no matter his intentions. His intentions didn’t take into consideration anyone else—like Keiko’s. He didn’t take her into consideration, granted he didn’t know her. But if he was master-duke of magic, he should know there are those like her, who have been in the hands of humans who’ve found out about their power, and want least of all for all the world to know magic and superpowers exist. A hoax, you know that’s what their daft little minds will fall back to. Most of them, maybe. But the others? That idiot did more damage than good.
((Soooo...she sorta hates Ash, it'd seem XD.))
((Ignore him! He gave the go ahead for him and me to do another round of posts while your busy life is swampin' you. Must be nice to actually have a life, huh, KT? Lol. I wouldn't know at all what that's like.))
((Thanks, Jacob :). My starter posts for characters can be a bit much haha. Glad you liked it, though! (view spoiler)))
As her eyes moved around the café, she couldn’t help but feel mildly underwhelmed. Everything was so…average, quaint even, with regards to appearances on the first floor. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but for images of this place to have waltzed into her dreams, Keiko had expected there to be something—well, just something more, really. Then again, the best disguises were always those that didn’t stand out. However, there was something that gave certainty to Keiko that this wasn’t just some ordinary, random little building, something that broke the so welly crafted disguise; it was faint, ever so faint, but it was there. A vibe she hadn’t felt in years, one she'd only felt only casted off of those who’d been locked into the Tennessee facility with her. Keiko could feel ruminants of power etched practically into the very foundation of The Black Horse. It may not be a place of power, but it was most certainly one which those who contained it came to…and often.
Snapping from her trancelike state upon hearing someone say ‘hi there’, Keiko’s attention was brought to the counter where the worker had returned to. When had he even moved? You’re observation skills are a bit shabby today. Clearly. Innately, the edges of her lips drew slightly upwards in response to the young man’s, who had to be no older than herself, tone of voice and happy…or excited, maybe, energy. Someone who actually gets excited to do their job? That’s nearly as rare someone like herself. It didn’t even occur to Keiko that he could be excited because he could sense her power; now, had he looked hesitant and eyed her cautiously, Keiko would have known he could ‘feel’ something off about her. It was nothing more than a small vibe, similar to the creepy-eerie feeling some got when they walk by haunted looking houses, few humans would get, their subconscious mind trying to warn them of a threat. That look was one Kei had grown used to. But it wasn’t ever anything other than that look...especially not one from the other end of the spectrum.
Easing around the other two, who seemed perfectly fine with letting their friend attend to her really quick for a moment, Keiko approached the counter. Truth be told, she wasn’t a huge enough fan of coffee to have hunted down one she particularly liked. “One of whatever you recommend, please…” she trailed off, gaze drifting to a door, a small sign saying ‘Herbs and Remedies’ in a curly font hanging over the top of the doorframe. Isn’t there some shit floating around about witches? Yeah…there was. Keiko didn’t doubt the existence of such people, figuring they had some sort of gifts like she did; however, she didn’t at all consider herself one. Keiko didn’t title herself anything beyond ‘supernaturally gifted’. That was it. In her eyes, that’s what she was. Besides, witches…didn’t they have to worship some deity or partake in some sort of ritualistic type of practice? She wasn’t sure, but Keiko was sure she’d not be referring to herself as one.
Let’s not get into titles. That’s not why you’re here—besides, it’s not like it matters. Right? Just a name. True…whatever anyone called themselves was their own business. It didn’t change a thing. If someone could help her learn more about what she is capable of and how to control her…gifts, that’s what mattered most. Not what name they went by. But if getting control of yourself requires some sorta satanic bullshit, you’re not doing it. Be unruly over walkin’ that road. “Is everyone allowed up there?” she went on to ask, nodding her head towards the partly opened door, which showed the stairs.
((Hey guys XD. (view spoiler)))
Eggshell white in color, all corners curved rather than sharp, flowers bundled together outside the second story’s windows, and the name, The Black Horse, in a basic font stenciled-design displayed above the front door all worked with one another in an expert fashion to make the building seem almost as if it had been frozen in time for a few decades, not letting modernization put its cold and sleek hands on it. This place wasn’t a new sight for Keiko, despite this being her first trip to Grievance Ridge; no, the young woman had seen The Black Horse many times within her mind, typically during dreams. The first time the quaint café showed itself to her wasn’t long after the notice of her odd capabilities at age elven; there’d been many random bits of places and faces pop into the girl’s mind that she’d never seen in person or even photos since that young age. For a while, she’d dismissed them because, well, they were nothing but dreams she’d thought. Ah, those were the days leaning on childhood ignorance was okay, but those days were gone. Keiko knew now that the snippets of faces and places meant everything—at least with regards to finding out more of who—nom not who… They were the keys to finding out more of what she was and capable of.
From across the street, Keiko stood looking upon the structure, Tyco pulling at his leash in attempts to follow after one of the few person who’d walked by the two in the past few minutes of their being there. The pup was a curious thing, excited to get his nose into things, and once Keiko had been the same. With her legal guardian’s encouragement, she’d slowly started to open up to her longing to learn more about her gifts, but now without him to nudge her on the back or lead her through the door, the young woman was stuck…frozen in time like the building had been. Glancing to Tyco, she tried to push the butterflies raging in her stomach away and remember why she was here. You’re doing this for Jefferson, remember? He wanted you to know yourself, and to do that, you’ll have to do this. Tyco would be her nudging hand, her leader through the doors, from now on. “Let’s go, bud,” she said to the puppy as she began to walk across the street after checking both ways for cars.
Alright…now you’ve made it across the street. Open the door. Keiko found herself again pausing for a moment, hand partly extended to the door. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. You can do this. Remember, it’s not like all the answers will just attack you as soon as you go in a Coffee shop, Keiko. Some things stick to realism. Open the door. She followed the voice in her head, getting the door open. Tyco wasn’t hesitant at all in padding inside, his leash going taut once more. “Nope,” she said under her breath, a small smile tugging to her lips at the dog’s enthusiasm as she caught up to him and scooped him up. Hopefully there wasn’t a pet poli—as quick as the faint concern came forth, it was answered when Keiko’s gaze fell upon another puppy, the same breed no less! The odds.
Her pace neared sluggish, Keiko’s eyes moving from the other dog to see there was a line—worse, actually. There was a conversation being held, meaning Keiko could either awkwardly interrupt, or she could remain a few steps back for a few moments until their conversation was over. The latter was her resolve considering it wasn’t really getting through the line and ordering coffee that she was there for anyways. No, Keiko wasn’t there for the service or chitchat. The girl came to this café because it was this café. It was the coffee shop that had planted itself in her head as if it were some deeply regarded memory—a memory she had never made. So naturally, her focus would fall to letting her eyes drink in the place, to figure out what about this place had it jumping into her mind.
I like Adrian Kaspar Callaghan. Sounds nice together in my opinion.
Good for her not OPing them XD. Wasnt trying to accuse her of having done so, if thats how it came off.
Welcome :). I didnt know the seer already had that going for her lol. My bad! I'll try and think something else up.
