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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 13, 2004 20:51:40 GMT -5
On the edge of Asphodelos is Chika Kujiroaka located, or Chika's as it is better known. The sign outside proclaims it serves the best sushi this side of the Portals. Nonetheless, the food is good.
Inside is not too big, and looks like it can not hold that many customers at once. Despite this, it is doing good business, being booked full almost every night. In the main room there is the space for the chefs, halflings all, with space around them for the customers. A few doors in the back lead to other rooms, like the owner's office, the staircase leading to the rooms upstairs, and such. There are some rooms available, but that is not really common knowledge and not everybody can ask for one.
The owner is Chika Kujiraoka, a very energetic middle aged Halfling. Many mistake his energeticness for nervousness, but he is anything but. He is sure of himself and proud of his bar.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 13, 2004 21:28:21 GMT -5
She wandered through the section until she came to the bar. Standing outside, she looked it over. Like the rest of the buildings, it was well kept, not much on the outside hinting at its function, apart from the sign.
She entered, and was greeted by a cheery waitress.
Goodday miss. Table for one?
No. I want a room.
Room, miss? You'll have to talk to Chika about that.
The waitress walked off, and returned with another halfling. He was dressed in darkgreen clothes, and had a pencil stuck behind his ear. His hands would not keep still, fluttering in and out of his pockets, toying with objects contained therein etcetera. He looked up at Míriel.
You wanted a room, miss? May I ask how come you think we got rooms here?
She looked back.
Because I got told so.
By whom miss?
She leant closer to Chika, her voice softer now so he had to come closer to hear her. By Eiliant.
He blinked and straightened.
All right miss. This way please.
He led her to the back of the main room,taking her up the staircase and showing her into a room. It had a view of the street, and easy access to the roof. It was not too big, containing a bed, a desk, and some other bare necessities.
There you go, miss.
She nodded, and he left the room.She closed the door behind him, and sat down on the bed, soon sinking into thought.
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Post by Rumerin on May 20, 2004 17:42:57 GMT -5
*A shadow creeps over the roof, barely noticeable. Even the birds on the chimneys don't seem to notice or care. The shadow lets itself down from a ridge and creeps to the door of Míriel's room. Seconds later, the door opens, if not far, and something slips into the room*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 11:26:46 GMT -5
Sitting at the desk, she heard the door open. She listened for further sounds, her dagger in her hand. She turned around in her chair.
Who is here?
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 11:31:27 GMT -5
*There is no sound as she shadow rests in a dark corner, moving no more than the wallpaper*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 11:45:10 GMT -5
She looked around the room, carefully. Hmm... Finally her gaze rested on the corner. It seemed somewhat darker there. Scowling inwardly, she stood up and walked over, her dagger still at the ready.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 11:51:02 GMT -5
*For a moment, nothing moves. Then suddenly, the outlines of a figure all in black stand out from the shadows. Within the split-second, the figure cart-wheels away to the side, two times around until he (or she) stands against the opposite wall, one foot on the ground, one on the wall. At the same time, he (she?) has a small crossbow out, aims, and fires straight at Míriel*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 12:04:15 GMT -5
She cursed and ducked, narrowily avoiding being hit by the arrow. From her new position, she threw her dagger at the...person, taking aim and reached for her sword.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 12:10:26 GMT -5
*The figure steps out of the way and snatches the dagger from the air, flips it to hold it the right way, off-handedly shoots another bolt at Míriel before sliding back to the shadows*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 12:17:00 GMT -5
She dodged the second arrow, and stood, her sword in her hand. She looked at where the figure had stepped back, searching, keeping her eyes and ears and mind open to find out where the figure was.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 12:24:57 GMT -5
*Slowly, noiselessly, a figure emerges from the shadows behind Míriel, dagger ready to strike at her back. The dagger is pulled back, with a silent determination, so as to make the push more powerful in less than a second from now*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 12:36:25 GMT -5
She looked around her, listening intently. A floorboard creaked faintly behind her. She turned around, swinging her sword at the figure's torso, preparing to step back if it tried to hit her with her dagger again.
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 12:42:31 GMT -5
*The shadowy figure parries with the dagger, produces a shortsword aimed at her throat, and tries with one foot to hook her leg and so pull it out from under her*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 25, 2004 13:02:25 GMT -5
She parried the sword with her own, and swung the sword at the figure again, searching for gaps in its defence. Darting around its foot, Míriel moved away from the figure, and glared at it, silently scolding herself for not treating the hilt of her dagger. [  ]
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Post by Rumerin on May 25, 2004 13:11:09 GMT -5
*The shadow parries, twirls away from the sword, and moves away, silently watching her from the other side of the room. As the seconds pass, hoarse whispers begin to float around the room, very soft, almost inaudible at first, but getting louder and louder as the unmoving figure in the shadows weaves a spell that will, if and when finished, turn the silence of the room, broken only by the ominous whispers, into a hell of living bubbles and bursts of sound*
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