Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25857155-20150822020432/@comment-13593058-20150906032015

"I-uhm, well..." Maroon flinched as the sheer number of orders and questions came rolling in with the new group of customers, however, her expertise in hostpitality allowed her to at least memorize the large order put onto her arms. Without touching the cash register she turned her back and worked on each request while chanting loudly, " 2 cupcakes and one mango smoothie..." The various sounds of spinning blenders and rotating oven hinges formed a melody of its own and reverberated everywhere, "Extra cream, no sugar.." the sound of liquids plopping and swishing around, "Mixed berry smoothie, razzberry latte, hazelnut latte and assorted pastries!"

Maroon then organized each item into their respective trays and presented them proudly in front of the trainees, "That should be it!... I think. If you need anything else don't be afraid to-"

"The incident." Sable reminded her, "The one where a woman entered this shop?"

Maroon hestitated a bit while scratching her messy hair. She looked at the various faces of those who confronted her, all young and impressionable but obviously determined to get a usable answer out of her. "Well.." she began sheepishly, "I don-"

"She doesn't remember." the familiar boy from the table close to the front interrupted, "Trust me, I've asked." It was the same boy who had accidently stumbled into the office prior. The several members of the group wonder why he was also here, maybe to find out clues for the same case? The boy looked up from his cup of joe and gave a friendly wave. His face was nothing special, one would say boring and uninteresting.

"Oh, I forgot your Americano, here you are." Maroon apologized while handing the cup to Aurum.

"Really?" the boy question with a disgusted look directed at Aurum, "Americano? You like watered down coffee?" A slight pause entered the conversation before a chuckle came from the boy once again, "Ah just kidding, judging people based on their drink preferences. Anyway, I'm Asher and like you, Hunter trainee. I'm sure the lot of you saw me stumble in a few hours ago. No need to introduce yourselves, heard about most of you." He then proceeded to name each and every member of the team as well as their fighting styles and weapon sets. All with a big friendly smile on his face.

Celeste however called him out, "How do you know about us so well?"

"Oh you know, the things you get to hear if you stay quiet and listen around the school and watching from a distance... yeah it's amazing what you can do with too much time to kill." He stared off into the distance as his thought ended before suddenly jerking back to attention, "Anyway, Ms. Rockbell wouldn't know a thing even if you tortured her."

"Asher! Are you suggesting to them that they should-"

"No! No, of course not Miss, just trying to prove a point here. The woman you're looking for wears a mask I presume?"

The group nodded in unison as they each took a seat at Asher's table.

"White hair? Traces of misdemeanor involving lewd actions?'

The group confirmed again.

"Yeah, don't know a single person like that."

"What?!" they all uniformly shouted in anger.

"I'm not finished, I said I didn't know. It doesn't mean I don't know someone who might."

The team settled down once again, clearly flustered but willing to give Asher one more chance.

Asher then stared behind the group for a few minutes before producing a greeting. "Hey, Rayne."

A mad scribble of pen on paper prompted the rest of the guests to turn their attention behind them to witness again, the girl who had accompanied Asher. In her hands a notebook with a written message etched in a royal cursive font.

"Hello" it read.

"I think you know what they're after." Asher affirmed.

Rayne nodded in response and produced a nother message.

'''I do, but if would be best if you leave this matter be. However, since I am working and have no time to discourage peasants from walking to their deaths, I will oblige to your request for information on my mother."''

The group tensed up as Rayne revealed her relationship with the suspect but remained pcifistic before a more concrete relation could be found. However, Rayne continued her scribbling before finally ripping out a clean page and handed it to Sable.

''"T'is only a representation of what I remember since the last time I have seen her. Her name is Selena Schiess, age 50 years, aliases include but not limited to: Alonne, Wanderer and Widow. Her weapon of choice similar to mine but rather a war-scythe, substitute a heavy headed glaive. To my knowledge it has no secondary or tiertiary functions but that is what it is, only my knowledge. Semblances: unknown." ''

With her explaination finished she turned and made her exit back into the kitchen.

"Anything else?" Asher asked, relieved that Rayne has finally left. Suddenly, a locking sound of metal could be heard from under his chair followed by Rayne materializing from under their table and regaining her stance behind Asher.

''"You are not to go anywhere." ''the note returned followed by a struggling jingle of chains. Looking down, Asher had realized that his right hand was now handcuffed to the back of his chair, locking him in place. "If my mother is out there, you are not to leave my sight. Do you understand Asher? It is for your own good, Asher. It's because I love you, is this not lovers should do? Protect their loved ones? Do not worry, if you are hungry I will spoon feed you. I will also make sure that all of you bodily hygiene will be maintained by me."

"Uhm, she did leave this... note, saying she will come back to the cafe." added Asher.