Sasil
May the Dread Wolf take you.
➣ Defend Don Cielo's
➣ Interactions: Curtis
Aster
➣ Status: In progress
Her steel grey eyes flickered to the men behind Curtis, they seemed to be watched even heavier than before but Kaye shook it off. Instead acting normal, like she had thought before. While jumping out of her seat and starting a fight might have been a tactic her sister would have done, just to enjoy the thrill of the battle, Kaye wasn’t that kind of battler. She liked to gather information. Partly why it had been so annoying that the manager had given such little information had her wondering if she was behind the attacks herself.
That could be a possibility. Better to keep an eye on that redhead. Her seductive smile seemed to be shot Kaye’s way when she looked in that direction.
Curtis followed grunt of annoyance followed by the call of the waiter Kaye nodded her her head slightly. “Tea would be good, though i would prefer a black coffee. Keeps my sense open. Blacker the better please.” Kaye said sweetly nodding to the waiter. Taking note of his shifty eyes, not one of someone who had a plan up his sleeve more like he was worried for what was going to happen next.
“O-Okay. Two coffees. I will be right back.” The man scribbled on his white notepad before hurrying towards the doors that lead to the cooks.
“So.” Kaye reached into her bag taking her sketchbook out to flip through it. It was hardly something that would be weird looking at pictures. But this would be the best time to focus on what animal beast she was going to summon when the battle came.
“I’m thinking something that flies. There are a lot of people here.” Kaye said in a low voice but being sure that it looked like the two of them were talking like friends or sweethearts. Not battle strategies. Normal. She flipped through before landing on a bird of prey she had doodled a few days ago. It was detailed, and painted in a new style she had been perfecting. This would suffice.
Just in time too it seemed like the battle was about to begin.
“You ordered the coffee’s?” a new voice broke the conversation, a voice that did not belong to the timid waiter that been here moments before. A taller man with squinted eyes, a look that was ready to pounce. He set the coffee on the table and just as he reached into his pocket to grab something--that happened to be a gun Kaye acted lunging to the man and grabbing the weapon before it could go off.
➣ Interactions: Curtis
![Aster](/data/avatars/s/23/23601.jpg?1546451540)
➣ Status: In progress
Her steel grey eyes flickered to the men behind Curtis, they seemed to be watched even heavier than before but Kaye shook it off. Instead acting normal, like she had thought before. While jumping out of her seat and starting a fight might have been a tactic her sister would have done, just to enjoy the thrill of the battle, Kaye wasn’t that kind of battler. She liked to gather information. Partly why it had been so annoying that the manager had given such little information had her wondering if she was behind the attacks herself.
That could be a possibility. Better to keep an eye on that redhead. Her seductive smile seemed to be shot Kaye’s way when she looked in that direction.
Curtis followed grunt of annoyance followed by the call of the waiter Kaye nodded her her head slightly. “Tea would be good, though i would prefer a black coffee. Keeps my sense open. Blacker the better please.” Kaye said sweetly nodding to the waiter. Taking note of his shifty eyes, not one of someone who had a plan up his sleeve more like he was worried for what was going to happen next.
“O-Okay. Two coffees. I will be right back.” The man scribbled on his white notepad before hurrying towards the doors that lead to the cooks.
“So.” Kaye reached into her bag taking her sketchbook out to flip through it. It was hardly something that would be weird looking at pictures. But this would be the best time to focus on what animal beast she was going to summon when the battle came.
“I’m thinking something that flies. There are a lot of people here.” Kaye said in a low voice but being sure that it looked like the two of them were talking like friends or sweethearts. Not battle strategies. Normal. She flipped through before landing on a bird of prey she had doodled a few days ago. It was detailed, and painted in a new style she had been perfecting. This would suffice.
Just in time too it seemed like the battle was about to begin.
“You ordered the coffee’s?” a new voice broke the conversation, a voice that did not belong to the timid waiter that been here moments before. A taller man with squinted eyes, a look that was ready to pounce. He set the coffee on the table and just as he reached into his pocket to grab something--that happened to be a gun Kaye acted lunging to the man and grabbing the weapon before it could go off.