paixaorpg | New Buisness Model, or Cunning Plot? You Decide! (Active, Very Open)

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New Buisness Model, or Cunning Plot? You Decide! (Active, Very Open)

Character(s): Hanekoma, OPEN
Content: Hey, Hanekoma is handing out free portraits that may or may not be the key to adventure and freedom. You should stop by!
Setting: Wild Kat Coffee, Paixao Branch
Time: Few days after the discovery of what's behind the door in the chapel, all throughout the day.
Warnings: None!
Notes: See the Week Change for more details about this thread.

Hanekoma had to admit, the Doctor's plan certainly was a creative one, and as much as he was not normally the type to get too involved in local conflicts, this one had managed to catch his attention. The fact that it let him stretch his artistic muscles was also a real bonus.

Therefore, he had placed a sign in the window, promising free portraits for ever cup of coffee purchased. Hey, it helped clue people into a chance to exploring new parts of the world, let him get back into shape artistically, and sell some more coffee in the deal. It really was a win for everyone!

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Rue took a seat in one of the chairs inside of the Wild Kat Coffee shop and rested her head on her arms. She'd been combing the area ever since Duck hadn't shown up at Cafe Eresat in Joutenheim. After her encounter with "the Beast" and the strange swordsman, Rue had continued wandering the area until she had stumbled upon this place.

Looking for something to eat -or at least keep her energy up- she stopped by the coffee shop. Her eyes scanned the menu. She couldn't even determine what the menu was saying, nevermind deciding what to order.

It had been awhile since Naja graced the coffee shop. Too much compiling information and figuring out to do with the things Sara told her, right before the woman slipped away into the crowd of partying gypsies and was gone. Just... gone. No Organization grabbing her this time just.... Vanished. It had been rather disconcerting for some time, sure. Naja was now down the only Sentinel she officially had ownership too, after all. That was a problem.

Still, she had some sway over Reno. Perhaps he had friends of some use. She would make them hers, eventually. These things took time.

"You know, you should rrreally organize for delivery," was her comment as she entered and slid into a seat. "Then Paixao could enjoy your delicious coffee all the time without having to take a brreak in their work to swing by..."

Turning, Hanekoma grinned as he spotted one of his favorite customers enter the shop.

Giving Naja a friendly wave he said, "You know, that's not a bad idea at all. Unfortunately I currently lack the services of a reliable delivery service, but if you could put me in touch with one, I'd be eternally grateful."

Leaning over the counter he asked, "So, what can I get you this fine day?"

Naja grins leans across the counter casually. "I'll be sure to look into it for you," which was really something just to add to her list of general business. There had to be something. If Sara was still around... damn. "Although I doubt I could sway the gypsies into helping."

She wondered if they even liked coffee.

"The usual would be a delight."

"Ah well, one never knows until one tries," Hanekoma answered with an easy shrug.

"You got it boss," he replied, already going through the motions of assembling the coffee with a causal ease that suggested he'd been making that particular blend for years.

Setting it down in front of her, he said, "There you go. So, how's your week been?"

"Nothing very good," she says with a sigh, nursing the cup before her. "I had one operative under me, and she's disappeared, not even a fault from the Organization this time." Sure, she would no doubt manage to drag in others, but it wasn't so easy here. "Paixao makes business a rrreal drag."

"Vanished, huh," Hanekoma replied sympathetically. "You sure she's not just skipping work?"

At the mention of the Organization Hanekoma leaned forward with an intrigued expression and asked, "Organization you say? They make a habit of abducting people?"

It wasn't the promise of a free portrait that had caught Susan's attention. She could, quite honestly, care less about what was a simple painting. What did catch her attention was the fact there was something undeniably odd about the place. Or... something inside the place anyway.

And that in turn was just interesting enough to get her to head inside the shop. After all, she still had questions about the city that would need to be answered before anything could be done about the situation.

Hanekoma felt Susan before he saw her. While many here in Paixao had vibes that were out of tune with the vibe of this place, hers was an exceptionally unique one.

Her vibe was predominantly human, though the vibe of a human from a world he had never visited before. Still, there was an faint undercurrent to her, a somber tune that he'd come to associate with death. Not the death that people feared, an evil dark scary fate come to snatch them from the safety of their lives, but rather the death that was simply a part of the cycle of life, which all living creatures had to experience to move on to the next step in their journey.

Turning, Hanekoma smiled at the woman and said, "Well hello there boss, what can I get for you?"

Oh. So that was the oddity she'd noticed. She couldn't quite put her figure on what he was, but he certainly wasn't human. Anything else, she couldn't put her finger on, but human wasn't one of the defining characteristics here. She wasn't going to ask, though. It would have been rude, not to mention possibly life-threatening.

Instead, she glanced at the list of things.

And then blinked and gave it a proper look. Apparently the oddities didn't stop with man behind the counter.

"I'm supposed to order the one on top," she commented, keeping her voice carefully neutral - more a sort of 'I see what you did there' then anything else.

Smiling innocently, Hanekoma nodded and began whipping together the coffee with casual ease.

"So, haven't seen you around before boss, what brings you my way?"

"It's Susan," she answered, without missing a beat. She had never seen any sense in nicknames or pseudonyms, and that wasn't about to be changing now. She was simply Susan. No more, no less - or at least she tried to be. It just wasn't always easy when you had a tendency to walk through solid objects when you weren't paying attention.

"Something out of the ordinary."

Perfect truth, even, although possibly not the way Mr. H had expected it.

"Right Susan," Hanekoma replied in a way that suggested the nicknames would be back soon enough.

"Well, I may have just what you're looking for boss," he continued, sliding Susan's coffee to her.

"Any particular kind of out of the ordinary?"

The abnormal kind, Susan thought, before hastily and firmly squashing that thought down. It wasn't the sort of answer that was going to help in the long run.

"The eye-catching kind."

Like that sign outside, or the fact that Hanekoma was anything but ordinary.

Well, Hanekoma could help her with one of the two at least.

"Ah, you mean the offer outside? Just a little idea I had to draw in new customers. Would you be interested in one?"

While Hanekoma's expression never changed, something about the way he phrased the offer hinted it would be beneficial to accept.

Would she be interested? Not really. She knew what she looked like, and wasn't horribly interested in something she'd just have to find a place for later.

But she hadn't missed the way Hanekoma had phrased his question either. One of those choices that really wasn't one. Fun.

"Yes," she answered, although the tone in her voice wasn't the most pleased. But if it would get her one step closer to what she was looking to find out, she'd accept the inconvenience.

"Glad to hear it," Hanekoma replied, his grin growing.

With a "I'll be right back," over his shoulder, Hanekoma headed into the back room and came out after a moment with a paint and a small canvas. Setting it up, he mixed his paints and said, "Don't worry about holding still boss, capturing movement is a challenge I rather enjoy."

As Susan sipped her coffee, Hanekoma began to move his brush across the canvas. Even as he manipulated the paint, Hanekoma likewise manipulated the Vibe of the painting, altering it in such a way that it would resonate with Susan's vibe, encouraging her to check out the old church. It wasn't manipulation, and she could ignore it if she wished, but every time she looked at the painting she would be encouraged to go check it out until she did.

Finally he finished, and looking up with a easy grin he said, "It'll just take a second to dry boss, then it's all yours."

The painting itself was a rather beautiful one of Susan that managed to capture every movement she'd made since he started, blurring together into a mosaic.

'Glad to hear it'. Of course he was, with a question like that. It was easy to be glad of something when you know you were going to get the 'right' answer anyway. But she'd take him at his word even so. If he wanted to try and paint motion he was perfectly welcome to.

"Susan," she corrected, almost on reflex. She'd never had a nickname before, and she certainly wasn't going to accept what he was offering in place of a perfectly good and functional name.

"Right, of course," Hanekoma corrected himself distractedly.

Once the portrait was dry he rested it on the counter and casually suggested, "There you are, why don't you have a look?"

...He wasn't listening. Well, no matter. She could and would correct him until one of them gave up for good. It wasn't like she couldn't be patient, after all. True, it would be patience with a slight side of annoyance, but that was still a sort of patience.

As for the painting, well... it was certainly interesting. Both for the way it looked as well as the way it seemed to be suggesting something. But maybe she'd find something of use that way. After all, she had manged to find anything useful so far.

"It's not bad."

"Thanks, I'm glad it's to your liking," Hanekoma replied easily, then his eyes somehow became a bit more serious, if no less cheerful and playfully amused.

"So, and this is only if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"

The longer Susan stared at the painting, the more the mystical threads of the painting seemed to bleed together, forming a picture of an abandoned church, and the portal within it, in the woman's mind. While the physical painting never changed, the image in her mind soon became as clear as day.

"The Disc," she answered simply. She could have answered with something a little more specific, admittedly, but she'd been slowly been coming to realize that the place was weird enough that a vague answer was preferable.

All the same, she didn't expect him to be familiar with her home. But the question did deserve an answer.

Karrin wasn't sure about this 'free portrait' business but she could smell a good cup of coffee when she was near one. She pushed open the door and looked around at the small establishment, it looked like one of those popular cafes that college students went to for coffee. It wasn't her usual place...then again she usually only had time to snatch up some coffee from a gas station or at the precinct itself.

"Smells good, you've got straight black right? I'm not usually one for all the fancy mixes they have these days," Karrin said after approaching the counter.

Grinning Hanekoma smiled up at the short blond woman who entered, her vibe one that demanded authority and promised protection.

"Of course boss," he replied in a easy tone, already moving to make the coffee, "I take it you're the sort that needs her coffee fast and strong?"

The guy was really laid back, almost enough to put Karrin herself at ease...but she knew better than that. Still, even she couldn't help but smirk slightly at his assessment, "You've got it." Karrin wouldn't admit she liked to hear him call her boss.

She glanced over her shoulder, "So, who's giving those portraits?" She wasn't sure why...but it stuck out to her.

"Ah, that would be me," Hanekoma replied as he expertly made the coffee and slid it to her, black as night and hot as hell.

"I'm a bit of a dabbler in the arts as a hobby."

Karrin raised an eyebrow but took the coffee before saying anything. She blew on it a little bit to get it a tad cooler. No sense going and burning her tongue and ruining the taste.

"Really," well it made about as much sense as a wizard playing guitar so she wasn't going to press too much on it. She finally took a sip of the coffee and smirked, "Pretty good."

"Thank you for the kind words," Hanekoma replied with a grin, leaning against the counter across from her. It was always nice when someone acknowledged the craft he'd spent centuries to perfect.

Extending his hand, he said, "Sanae Hanekoma, pleasure to meet you."

"Karrin Murphy, Chicago PD...as much as that's worth here," Karrin muttered the last part under her breath while she took a sip. It was still a little frustrating how little she could do here. She sighed, "Still, if you ever have any trouble or anything, look me up. I'm used to staying busy."

"Now now Officer, no sense getting down on yourself," Hanekoma gently admonished, "the lack of a badge doesn't mean you can't help the people here. In my experience, justice is one of those things that knows no borders."

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