[ When Yulia comes around, Haven is closed. The guard out back has been briefed though, so the rear door is unlocked and she can head on in if she thinks to.
Cisco's at the bar, chin resting on a lightly fisted hand as she reads through some files on her laptop. There's a bluetooth earpiece clipped to her ear, but she's not using it now. She's done touching base with one of her charges. ]
[ After lunch could have meant any time after noon. Or after she's had lunch. It was a generally vague time that it was probably alright to come in at around 2 in the afternoon.
Although, she doesn't come up at the bar at exactly 2. She wasn't exactly sure if she could just waltz right up there with the guards at the premises not being exactly... very visible. That and she was waffling and kept asking herself what the fuck was she doing there in the first place, and why in the hell did she even accept Cisco's invitation?
Eventually, she gets to the back entrance thanks to finally being able to talk to a guard on duty (not really, he was on his cigarette break and happened to ask her for a light) and finds her way to where Cisco is.
She stands at the opposite end of the bar, and clears her throat to announce her presence. ]
[ She'd caught a whiff of Yulia the moment she'd come in, had opted not to look before she'd announced herself because she didn't want to spook the girl.
This one, she's realized, tends to be wary of easy affection. And oddly enough, that is an all-too familiar thing for her.
Bladians. Go figure. ]
Hello, Yulia. [ Glancing over now as she closes the windows she had open on the screen, and then sliding off from her seat to come and greet the girl. ] Have you eaten?
[ She can, of course, smell that the girl has: salad, an apple. Hija, you have a gorgeous figure but we need to put some meat on your bones. ]
[ She gives a smile. She's a bit guarded, still wary of the invitation. They weren't very close, her and Cisco. Sure they had talked a little about herself and her blade once before, but this... was different. Sure, there was the Zangyaku excuse, but... what exactly did Cisco want from her? ]
Well, [ the voice comes from behind the bar as Cisco crouches down. She's kind of a tiny thing, really, at five-feet-four. ]
I think the better question is actually what don't we have.
[ She sets out four bottles of her personal favorites: Benedictine, red wine -- Moscato, an old favorite, and imported straight from her husband's family vineyard, the ever reliable Bailey's and Greygoose ( Hikaru introduced her to that. )
She smiles as she slips out her pack of cigarettes and lights up, before she sets one hand on her hip. ]
This is my stash. But I can grab you something from the backroom if you'd like something else. We don't open until seven tonight, so.
[ She'll skip everything and just tell Cisco absolutely nothing of it. Except maybe the last bit. ]
Hikaru... gave me my oni-tsukai mask. He said Saxon and Breton made it with him.
[ There's a small, shy blush on her cheeks. Mostly because she didn't think the three of them would make the mask for her; she figured she would have to make it herself. Partly because she remembers when he'd given it to her, and it was an embarrassing memory. ]
[ It's oddly surprising how Yulia speaks of the mask but not the rite itself. One would think that she'd be proud to at least make mention of how she'd beaten the Blade King.
Cisco isn't going to push though. ]
I remember when those two were still boys.
[ A beat, and then: ] What does your mask look like? If you don't mind describing it to me.
[ No. She's not proud of that. She'll never talk about it, Cisco. ]
I know they are older than me, but sometimes it is hard to remember, with all the things they do. [ She's not complaining. If anything, she's very fond of Saxon and Breton. Anyway-- ]
The mask, it's-- it's beautiful. [ She means 'scary.' ] Half-mask, covering the lower half of the face; it is dark red, almost black. It is a smiling mask. [ Yeah. With sharp fangs and a sinister grin. But considering she said it was the Brands and Hikaru who made it, Cisco might figure that out. ]
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[ When Yulia comes around, Haven is closed. The guard out back has been briefed though, so the rear door is unlocked and she can head on in if she thinks to.
Cisco's at the bar, chin resting on a lightly fisted hand as she reads through some files on her laptop. There's a bluetooth earpiece clipped to her ear, but she's not using it now. She's done touching base with one of her charges. ]
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Although, she doesn't come up at the bar at exactly 2. She wasn't exactly sure if she could just waltz right up there with the guards at the premises not being exactly... very visible. That and she was waffling and kept asking herself what the fuck was she doing there in the first place, and why in the hell did she even accept Cisco's invitation?
Eventually, she gets to the back entrance thanks to finally being able to talk to a guard on duty (not really, he was on his cigarette break and happened to ask her for a light) and finds her way to where Cisco is.
She stands at the opposite end of the bar, and clears her throat to announce her presence. ]
Inquisitor.
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This one, she's realized, tends to be wary of easy affection. And oddly enough, that is an all-too familiar thing for her.
Bladians. Go figure. ]
Hello, Yulia. [ Glancing over now as she closes the windows she had open on the screen, and then sliding off from her seat to come and greet the girl. ] Have you eaten?
[ She can, of course, smell that the girl has: salad, an apple. Hija, you have a gorgeous figure but we need to put some meat on your bones. ]
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[ She gives a smile. She's a bit guarded, still wary of the invitation. They weren't very close, her and Cisco. Sure they had talked a little about herself and her blade once before, but this... was different. Sure, there was the Zangyaku excuse, but... what exactly did Cisco want from her? ]
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Drinks then?
[ Already making her way behind the bar to check on the cabinet where they store some of the bottles that are paid for and kept for the regulars.
She has a couple of her own in there. ]
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That would be nice, thank you. [ She's moving closer to the bar now, to sit on one of the stools in front of Cisco. ] What do you have?
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I think the better question is actually what don't we have.
[ She sets out four bottles of her personal favorites: Benedictine, red wine -- Moscato, an old favorite, and imported straight from her husband's family vineyard, the ever reliable Bailey's and Greygoose ( Hikaru introduced her to that. )
She smiles as she slips out her pack of cigarettes and lights up, before she sets one hand on her hip. ]
This is my stash. But I can grab you something from the backroom if you'd like something else. We don't open until seven tonight, so.
[ She takes a puff. ]
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No, this is fine.
[ And since Cisco is smoking, she brings out her own pack to light up as well. ]
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Pouring you both a glass each, and then sliding yours over on a coaster before she heads back from behind the bar. ]
So. How'd it go?
[ She's genuinely curious. ]
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Pretty good.
[ Not to her, though. Fucking Brigade. Fucking Taning. ]
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She's giving you an encouraging look now. She wants details. ]
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Hikaru... gave me my oni-tsukai mask. He said Saxon and Breton made it with him.
[ There's a small, shy blush on her cheeks. Mostly because she didn't think the three of them would make the mask for her; she figured she would have to make it herself. Partly because she remembers when he'd given it to her, and it was an embarrassing memory. ]
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Cisco isn't going to push though. ]
I remember when those two were still boys.
[ A beat, and then: ] What does your mask look like? If you don't mind describing it to me.
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I know they are older than me, but sometimes it is hard to remember, with all the things they do. [ She's not complaining. If anything, she's very fond of Saxon and Breton. Anyway-- ]
The mask, it's-- it's beautiful. [ She means 'scary.' ] Half-mask, covering the lower half of the face; it is dark red, almost black. It is a smiling mask. [ Yeah. With sharp fangs and a sinister grin. But considering she said it was the Brands and Hikaru who made it, Cisco might figure that out. ]
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It sounds beautiful. [ She's going to pour drinks for you both now. ] Maybe I'll get the chance to see it sometime.
[ It's an offer, spoken softly. He own mask is tucked away. She's always been more active under Netsach than Zangyaku. ]
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Well, it has been a while. It'll be nice to drop in.
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[ This is Yulia Bostova, admitting that she likes you, Cisco. ]
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Then I'll check in.
[ The forested area of Kibo was always a good alternative for a fox to run around in, after all. ]