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Not Quite Real Emotion [active]
Character(s): Braska, Starr
Content: Summoner... meet Diva!
Setting: Cafe Ersestat (H4)
Time: Noonish, Week 21
Warnings: None
Braska set his cup of coffee back down on the table with a contented sigh. Idly, he watched people pass by the window, seeming not to have a care in the world. A normal day and a normal state for most of the citizens of Paixao, he imagined. For himself, it was a day for relaxation.
He debated searching some of the stores to find something to replace his robes. While he didn't mind wearing them, he had noticed that they made him stick out a little more than most.
Content: Summoner... meet Diva!
Setting: Cafe Ersestat (H4)
Time: Noonish, Week 21
Warnings: None
Braska set his cup of coffee back down on the table with a contented sigh. Idly, he watched people pass by the window, seeming not to have a care in the world. A normal day and a normal state for most of the citizens of Paixao, he imagined. For himself, it was a day for relaxation.
He debated searching some of the stores to find something to replace his robes. While he didn't mind wearing them, he had noticed that they made him stick out a little more than most.
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Ordering a coffee, she turned and looked around. The Music had changed when she entered, something on the fringe of her thoughts... The normal Music was still there, it was all the same from the people of the city, but there was an additional refrain, one that was much calmer...and spiritual.
She looked around to find the source, and noticed the man sitting at the window. He stuck out a bit, not looking like the citizens...kind of like her.
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"Is something the matter, miss?" he asked.
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"Nothing's the matter, please don't be offended, but you look different from everyone else. And that's nice to see in this city." She took a look around the cafe, looking at the citizens who were sitting there also.
"Do you mind if I sit?" She asked, pointing at the vacant chair.
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"Oh, I don't mind at all, please. I enjoy the company," he replied with a smile and a gesture to the seat she had pointed at.
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"It's not that you look odd. I mean, I stick out like a sore thumb in comparison to the boring people here. Not very many people wear bright red pants." She laughed. "But, yeah, I showed up here a week, maybe two weeks ago?"
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"I can't quite remember how long it has been since I first arrived here, myself. I suppose that means I might have been here a little too long."
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"Especially when one finds themselves in such a strange situation." She looked around and sighed.
"What exactly is this place, anyway?"
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"The city itself, you mean?" Braska asked her. "Well... That, unfortunately gets a little complicated. How much have you heard about the city so far?"
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"Is it always this...bland?" She asked, glancing at the similar citizens grouping in the cafe.
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He followed Starr's gaze to the people. "I'm afraid so," he replied with a small, sheepish smile. "That's just the way they are, I think." It was admittedly a bit unnerving just how... simple the people seemed to be (and he even felt bad thinking of them like that). At the same time, though, there was no way to tell how the citizens of Paixao saw them. It would be unfair to make judgments.
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Distracted, she hummed a bit, along with the Music she was hearing from the man sitting across from her. It was a nice song, that she hadn't heard before, and even though she hadn't heard it before, it had been playing long enough that she knew at least part of it.
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"Excuse me, miss, but where have you heard that song before?" he asked. Was this woman from Spira?