http://therightcurves.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] therightcurves.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-01-25 08:52 pm

All Work, No Play [Active/Open]

Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara in the Seventh Heaven. Again.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, all day
Warnings: None

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It was a lot harder to run a business when it was just you doing the work. Megara had no idea what to do about her former employees -- she assumed Yuna was out having adventures with her plucky gang of heroes and Tiana clearly suffered from some kind of mental breakdown -- so it was up to her to keep things in order. Luckily, business was slow. It seemed the majority of Paixao's natives had decided the Seventh Heaven was no longer part of their city...which only left the visitors. Most of which were busy with their own adventures.

Meg was just fine staying where she was. She'd had enough adventures in her life to last a lifetime. For now, she was content to stand behind the empty bar, polishing glasses and wondering what to eat for lunch.

[identity profile] foriszecht.livejournal.com 2011-01-27 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Reddas looked over the whimsical barkeeping of Megara and was delighted to see someone who could take the Paixaoan lifestyle with some form of bravado as opposed to unending skepticism and hopelessness. It made his dreams of revolution a little clearer, but he would abstain from prompting such discussion until well after they had exchanged their names.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Megara, and many congratulations on your promotions, despite its warrant," he said before having another sip of his drink. He wiped at his mouth politely before carrying on. "It is rare to see such a vitality as yours in these times of chaotic stupor."

[identity profile] foriszecht.livejournal.com 2011-01-27 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"In my time as Judge Magister, I can assure you, m'lady, that madness requires methodical structure," he replied, whether she wanted to hear it or not. There was plenty in his time wearing the coat of armor that he would have shared in a different point of his life. After everything that happened at the end of his run as a Judge, he simply shook his head to think back on it.

"Perhaps bravado, then?" he offered before quickly clearing out any preconceived notions Meg made have held against him. "Nay, do not count me among the heroes, if you please; simply, I seek against the cause of this strange place. Is revolution afoot here as of yet?"

[identity profile] foriszecht.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Reddas was too impassioned by the revolutionary in him to really pay attention to Meg's bitter opinion on the other visitors of the Paixao town.

"There has been time spent here long enough to know errs have been cast wrongfully against the visits. Proletarian assimilation is no caste by which a society functions," he said with hands gesturing around him, speaking as though Megara would be absolutely thrilled by his rhetoric.

[identity profile] foriszecht.livejournal.com 2011-02-09 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Meg didn't seem to take Reddas words seriously. From an outsider's perspective, no one could blame her for putting up with Reddas' more convoluted speaking style. It still led Reddas to bring her into the conversation's fold. "And what is entwined upon your destiny, Megara? Your libations certainly boost morale. Do you embrace the inevitable turn?"

Reddas chuckled briefly under his breath as he took another sip of his drink and cleaned off his lips savoring the taste. "I am a king in the way a lion is king: though my influence is present, the borders of my kingdom remain hazy. Additionally, the den is occupied by jackals, not lions. Pirates are and ever will be the agents of cacophony, even in the age of silence."

[identity profile] foriszecht.livejournal.com 2011-02-14 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
The last of his drink swirled around the bottom of the glass. After straightening his wrist and sipping away at the last gulp, he placed the glass closer to Megara and concluded, "If you are certain of it, I will not refute your mantra." He placed his hands on the bar, sliding his palms against it. "I thank you for your hospitality and admire your establishment."

He placed more than enough money for the drink and a tip for Megara. "Until we meet again, and we will," he said, sure that he was to see her again.