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Sain sees at once what he's up too. she tosses her head, grins, and raises one eyebrow.

"Are you sure you want to buy me a drink?" her eyes rove over to the scythe still behaving itself on the wall.
"You've got to have questions."

"Just interested, believe it or not, but I don't see moving scythes every day." - Blue replies, adding a cynical tone and a raised eyebrow of his own.
"I have some interesting stories, and I believe that so do you, why won't we share?"- He adds.

Sain picks up her cider and moves to the table, she sits herself across from him, takes her time to get comfortable and leans forward resting her chin in her hands.

"Alright little boy Blue, We can swap stories but no drinks, I still have mine." he says nothing so she continues. "You start. where does "Blue" come from? and why did your friends used to call you that?" she waits hoping she didn't strike any nerves, she didn't want a fight today.

"Blue? Well, that was my operational name. We were Red, Yellow, Green, White, Purple and Blue. Your turn, what's the scythe's story?"

-She watches the girl that walks in, and the boy in the corner. Her wolf ears twist just a bit, trying to avoid listening to their converstation. Her tail curls around the stool she sits on, finishing her drawning. Her gold eyes glance around, looking for something fun to do here.-

"Operational name huh? sounds dangerous. You want to know about my scythe then??" she paused eyes darting around a room, she leaned closer and whispered. "Can you keep a secret Blue?" a long pause "He's not really a scythe, he's a Grim Reaper, Soul Collector, I'm just his wielder." she nods knowingly

-She takes out some nail polish, putting on a gold color over her nails. After she was done, her nails flash cause of the gold color. She yawns just a bit, hoping to find something amusing around this cafe.-

"Really now? A grim reaper? Now that's impressive. And yes it was dangerous, but also completely not dangerous at the same time. A long story, that one, and sad, but I don't want to talk about it."

"Really now? A grim reaper? Now that's impressive. And yes it was dangerous, but also completely not dangerous at the same time. A long story, that one, and sad, but I don't want to talk about it."

As the girl with the wolf ears was admiring her nails, someone else was admiring her. The scythe had noticed her as soon as Sain had hung him up for the second time. her tail was kind of hard to miss and when her ears finally poked out of her hair he had made up his mind.

Slowly he moved off the coat rack unnoticed by Sain or Blue, He seemed to fade and wobble like a mirage in the desert and be replaced by a tall human shaped thing. shrouded all over in black, his forearms and hands were wrapped mummy like in strips of white cloth his head was obscured in the hood of his shroud and his face was covered by a white porcelain mask with blue tear tracks coursing down the cheeks. He looked to see if Sain had noticed him, she hadn't.
he walked over to the bar sat down next to the wolf girl lean way into her personal space and grinned under his mask.

"Hey beautiful, you look board."

"Well that's cryptic Blue, dangerous and yet not? but if it's to hard to talk about I understand." she changed positions in her chair and gestured towards him businesslike . "Alright if you buy me another cider I will answer any question, nothing is off limits, what do you want to know about me?"

"How a nice girl like you came to posses a grim reaper?"
Blue gestures with his hand to the bartender, which sends a waitress to the table- "What would you like to drink?"

" I"ll take another cider, alcohol does strange things to me." she grinned. "Don't want me loosing control of my Grim Reaper in here now do we?" she laughed lightly. "I'm his wielder, it's my job, how boring is that? I'm a healer where I come from and therefor my weapon is a Grim Reaper. The whole life and death go hand in hand thing." she shrugged as if it was a normal conversation topic.

Amelia walks into the cafe, the back of her violet dress trails behind her as she sits in the middle of the room at a table. She readjustes her black silk gloves. She came only for a cup of tea and a small cake. She pulls out a small compact mirror out of her purse. She makes sure her pinned up hair is in place. Amelia notices her eyes are a bit saggy.

The Reaper was getting nowhere with the wolf girl, he looked discontentedly around the room, he spotted a pretty young thing in a purple dress primping herself. He slid across to her table and stood there waiting for her to notice him, when she did he leaned nonchalantly on the tabletop.

"Hey there, what angelic dream did you walk out of?"