Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-25582638-20160614183318

“There it is, actually.” she replied, pointing at the establishment at the corner of the street, two blocks away from their where they were standing. She was thankful the topic was changed. Whether it was intentional or not, kudos to Automne for that because Cyzarine was nearly feeling gloomy inside with the violin. The young girl wondered though how she could learn to cherish one of the things she disliked.

The wide building was two-storey. Its cafe is on the “glassed” second floor surrounded by a balcony where few customers were leaning on the rails, clear glasses designed with trees and floating leaves in white color that were almost transparent. The first floor have stairs beside a slope for PWDs and the name of café, Maestro Café, in Old English font painted across the red brick wall. Beyond the wall was a covered parking lot accessible to the other side of the building.

She led Automne upstairs to a glass door, which was opened by a waiter passing by as the aroma of coffee greeted their sense of smell. He welcomed both of them politely before properly acknowledging the co-owner (even though Cyz insisted she's not) as “Ms. Cyzarine”.

Upon entering the wooden-themed interior design of the establishment, they found that half of the tables were occupied already. A number of patrons, both from middle and upper classes, spoke hushly, others were either reading books, looking for books to read from the bookshelves, tapping away on their Scrolls, or listening to an acoustic music played by a male guitarist on stage at the corner of the room (image inspired from this image).

“Follow me.” it didn't take long for the duo to maneuver around the tables and find the table with a small, bluish holographic sign “reserved” projected in the middle of the table. It disappeared when Cyzarine tapped a VIP card somewhere on the table's side. When the two took their seat, a green rectangular screen, a menu, was projected on the table in front of Automne, the same goes to Cyzarine.

The young girl glanced at the fox faunus for a second, checking how busy she was, before resuming their conversation. She pursed her lips together as she tapped on the black coffee, which went to the “selected” box to the menu's side, then tapped the order button.

“If you, uh, don't mind..... I want to know what do you think about White Fang, their beliefs some sort....”

Somewhere in the rural area of Vale, a man with arm sling slammed his fist on the table, yelling at the other man with ponytailed, blonde hair sitting across him.

“I don't give a f*ck, Roy! We want our revenge! This devil,” the bearded man pointed at the blurred picture of Royal Pawn emblem resting on the table. “Humiliated me, and dumped my men's heads right in front of my godd*mn doorstep and left their bodies at the docks! I'm gonna pay you and your people big time, brother. Just bring me this piece of sh*t so I can f*ck her and make her regret for messing up with me, you hear that?!”