([OoC: This thread is for the meeting of a Shinigami for Lilith, extra's are welcome, but this is a none-combat thread for now.])
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It was a cool grey night when she arrived through the gate. All around her the darkness of the night kept her surroundings colourless and without obvious features. Ahead of her were the twinkling lights of the population center; Karakura town. The suns final rays snuffed out by the darkening clouds above the town.
She smiled to herself raising the hood of her coat, before making her way casually towards the town. At least this time she had the clothing from her last trip. She really had hated it in the times before when it had been taken from her for some illegitimate reason she could scarcely even remember. Or perhaps it was a mental block? Whenever it came to the 12th squad it was best to keep it short and to the point. Any lingering and you may learn things you really did not want to know. She visibly shuddered at the thought of some of the unfortunate incidents she had encountered with them.
It didn’t take her overly long to reach the town, fuelled by her own enthusiasm into a steady power-walk. She had never been to Karakura town before, but if was anything like the other places she had been stationed in it was going to be great! She could already taste some of their delicacies, especially her favourite; Creamed Ice. There had been so many flavours she hadn’t even tried half of them before he term was up. Granted, some on them had to be tried more than once, just to confirm… certain things. But now she had been away, she reasoned to be logical she ought to try them all again.
It was as she was thinking of this she happened to catch the scent inside the store she was passing. It was a sweet smell, like nothing she was likely to find in Soul Society. She immediately slapped herself down intent on finding money on herself. There was a bundle in her inner coat pocket! Success! A new thought occurred
‘What time is it?’ She frantically checked her watch, staring at it for a moment as she worked out how likely this place was to stay open. ‘Only one way to find out!’ She chirped happily in her head, walking into the corner entrance to the café. Looking around the place was obviously open, there were three other people present. One was an old gruff looking man looking in displeasure at the newspaper in front of him. The other two were a young couple leaning in and talking quietly between themselves. Deciding to follow suit she sat herself down in a corner table to give her the best view of the rest of the room, but not before eagerly flipping through the menu, looking for any and all things which might cause her to loose complete control of her saliva.
It was nine thirty already, and Lilith was ready to go home and put her feet up. Unfortunately a few days ago due to injuries sustained day prior from a hollow attack, she had to switch shifts. She had changed her perfectly wonderful noon till seven shift, for this. A six till one shift. She was now only half way and she was already exhausted. Unfortunately her customers were not sympathetic or at least the grumpy old fart at table 2 was not. He complained the coffee was machine made. What? Did he expect her to grind the beans herself? She sighed as she filled up another cup with his infinite free refills. Free, she was doing this for. Yet he had the nerve to complain so much.
Resisting a groan, she put it on the saucer and took it over to his table. Upon laying it on the table he made a comment about her taking her long enough. She ignored him and made to move behind the counter. It was then she noticed the new arrival.
‘Another weirdo’ she commented mentally. Going by the full trench-coat, all cloths in black and the hood that obscured his or her face, it felt like a fair assumption to make. ‘That said…’ she suppose momentarily twirling one of her long tails. ‘Can’t be any worse than granpa grumpy’ she considered, and moved over to the table. She stood at the table and pull out the pad from her front pouch.
“Hello, welcome to our Café. Are you ready to order anything?” she asked as energetically and optimistically as she could. She felt it was largely successful, but only dreaded the individual ordering something completely awkward. As weirdo’s tend to…
‘Pancakes… Enjoy our hot soft pancakes served with your choices of butter cream and other sauces…[/i]’ Masami didn’t know what that meant, but it made the juices in her mouth become restless. She ought to investigate the dish… for science. The 12th squad would be proud.
“Hello, welcome to our Café. Are you ready to order anything?” A voice came from above the highly distracted shinigami. Slowly pulling her eyes off the menu she looked up to the waitress. She did an obvious double take at the girl, before staring right at her. She was inspecting her hair. She had seem humans dye their hair before. But not like this. She had no idea they could selectively dye sections. She always had wanted a bit of white in her hair but not completely. It wouldn’t be considered vandalism if she did it to her own gigai would it? Then again if she couldn’t take it back to soul society, what would be the point? It’s not like she could use the gigai back there. She sighed in resignation, and was about the slump in depression before her eyes fell back the the menu. Her mood instantly resurrected she looked up
“Pancakes” she chirped happily “I want pancakes, and I would like one of these soft drinks, aaannnnd” she said looking over the dessert menu “Ice cream, the strawberry kind” she said with an enormous grin plastered on her face. Not that she was even aware at this point her hood was even up.
Lilith wrote down the order, in silence nodding to herself about the weird looking person making a weird order. Well an order in a weird way. Still, perhaps she was foreign. That would explain the clothing which just looked odd now she was looking at her.
“What would you like with those pancakes?” she asked still trying, but losing some enthusiasm. While the strangers pure energy was a little uplifting, she really could have done with just someone more normal. Or someone interesting an accessible way. It was immensely hard to be more friendly with someone whose face you could not see. It was only then she considered
“Oh, you might want to lower your hood. If my manger comes out and you have it on she’ll have a bird. I’m sorry for the inconvenience” she said before shooting off to the kitchen to place the order. She wondered if that person was concerned at all, or and hopefully, what kind of person was underneath the coat. It was obviously a girl after all from the voice. But beyond that, it could be anyone.
Her eyes darted back to the menu, as she excitedly grazed her options of toppings. They all sounded so good, it was hard to just pick one! Her face slowly twisted into a frown with almost a slight pout to it.
“Can I have a bit of everything on them please?” she asked hoping that such an order would be alright. She had only just given it when the waitress told her that her hood might get her into trouble before speeding off. Slightly embarrassed to have kept her hood up after entering she lowered it, running a quick hand through her hair to make sure her hair hadn’t been pulled into an awkward direction with it. As she corrected her appearance she felt eyes on her. Looking up she saw the old man looking at her with distinct displeasure, as though she were letting off a stink which caused the whole café to smell.
She looked away, scratching the back of her head in discomfort while subtley smelling her shoulder. There was no smell. As casually as possible she glanced back over just in time to see him turn away. Rude people. They were everywhere, soul society as well as here. She sighed, supposing some people just were like that. Her hand came back to her hair as she gingerly ran her hand through it, looking at herself in the hazy reflection the window provided.
‘Hmm, I could definitely do something with that…’ she considered wistfully, thinking of the wonderful hair the waitress had. If only she might get away with it. No doubt they wouldn’t appreciate her doing that to her gigai.
Lilith fiddled about in the back, sorting out to her duties; cleaning pots, topping off the coffee. It was boring, but whatever paid the bills. Even if she didn’t technically need the money, it was always good to be kept busy. Too much free time and she came lazy, or so she had decided. Anyway, the last thing she wanted right now was to slow down. That allowed her thoughts to catch up with her, and she was just fine to keep on running for a little while. This business to do with hollows and humans, fighting and death wasn’t a subject she was happy to get involved with. On the upside, she had also yet to get attacked by a hollow since she had met that boy. So she called it even in her own mind anyway.
She absently took the first of the girl’s orders to the table, delivering them with a sort of blank smile on her face. She gave her the drink and then the pancakes. She smiled and prepared her pad again.
“Your ice cream will be over in a short while. Can I get you anything else?” she asked. During which the old man coughed loudly, obviously on purpose. She resisted the drop in her expression. He wasn’t worth it she told herself, forcing her soft smile, and looking at her current customer with a look of patient curiosity.
Masami never thought anything of her sense of smell. But today she found it to be quite excellent. She caught the scene of the food long before it arrived at her table. The unfairly nice smell teasing her taste buds relentlessly until the soft food sat before her. She eyed it with her large eyes, greedily studying it before she took her first, and rather large, bite. Closing her eyes she savoured the taste
“Esh ood oo ee ack…” she muffled in between chewing. The realising the waitress was still stood before her, she quickly wiped her mouth with the napkin, and hurriedly finished the mouthful.
“I’m terribly sorry” she apologised with a short bob of her head. "No thank you, this is already wonderful-” she began but was interrupted by the old man coughing again. She resisted the urge to raise her voice to make a rude comment, her only restrain being her wonderful pancakes.
“-Besides, it seems some people are dying to get your attention” she finished quietly with a secret smile. She happily returned her focus to her pancakes.
