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ReStart: Iris

Mordania

a part of ReStart: Iris, by MartinVole.

The country of Mordania, founded by the first king, Henrick Mordaine, as a place free of prejudice and open arms to all who seek peace. Unfortunately, reality is hardly as heavenly. Still, it is a good place for a the most part, with many civil rights.

MartinVole holds sovereignty over Mordania, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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The country of Mordania, founded by the first king, Henrick Mordaine, as a place free of prejudice and open arms to all who seek peace. Unfortunately, reality is hardly as heavenly. Still, it is a good place for a the most part, with many civil rights.

Current king is Reginald Mordaine, with his wife Ophelia, and 20-year-old son, the prince, Frederick, who is known to be rather reluctant to assume any power or moral authority.

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It was that dream again... a sky ablaze, voices muffled behind the sounds of combat... the figure descends... blinding light... shadows clash again bluish light, a mask of white and gold, it is... Dominus? In a final struggle a clash of shadows and light, but the light ends up winning... as everything dissolves into white, a woman's voice yells out, this voice belongs to... Iris? All feeling fades, as existence is washed over into nothingness... the dream ends and you awaken again, a strange haze in your mind lingering only briefly.

Time for a new day.


As dawn comes to the city, news once again explodes over another sighting last night with the strange masked entity, leaving anomalous distorted space in its wake. The southern main road had to be blocked off by authorities, at the behest of citizens who had to take a long detour to get to work in the morning, and the shop owners who had to close up until the anomaly is dealt with. Black Knights stood around the site, keeping back both the press and citizens, their ornate armor of dark metal and gold trims gleaming in the rising sun. The breaks in their armor reveal purple fabric. This flexible fabric, a kind of woven Aethertech, serves as a conduit for their Aethera, as well as allowing them needed flexibility and cooling.

The Mordanian Black Knights are civic defenders, rather than servants of the crown, and consisted not only of humans, but other races as well who had shown themselves worthy of the colors. Their first and prevailing duty is to ensure public safety, this even means that, in the event of that the crown proves a threat, they have the full authority to perform a Coup d'├ętat. Only once in history was this duty ever exercised, against the second king, Herod Mordaine.

Around the strange blue glowing rift itself was some transparent energy shielding produced by a device, and a handful of researches from Deep 17 labs, performing a series of tests from a safe distance. Among them was a tall tanned tired looking man, around his 30s, with faded black hair and blue eyes. He was Dr. Hayden Addler, something of a big deal, having tabloids and talk shows about his advances in Aetheric Science, proving that Aethera can not only be applied to machines, but harnessed, altered, and refined, made into a physical substance known as Ichor.

"Don't touch it!" he yells as he turns around, catching and pulling back one of the interns by their coat who decided it was maybe a good idea to try to touch it. "In all likelihood, this is some kind of rip between our plane and... well, sometging beyond the veil. Worst case you'd be torn between two worlds, converted into Aetheric residue, which is... very bad, or you could get stranded in some facet of the Aetheric flow, which is... also bad, because maybe you won't be able to breathe, find anything to eat, rapidly age... it is really up to many unknown variables," He explains, rubbing his forehead, the intern quietly getting up and dusting himself off, red in the face at his own mistake.

"A-and... t-that is why we are here," the intern mutters, adjusting his collar. Already disheveled, he almost jumps out of his skin as Addler reaches over and pats him on the back. Steadying himself again he picks up a tablet computer up off from a table. "Ah-anyways, the readings are identical to those of the previous, um... an unfamiliar residual signature, possibly..."

As the intern tries to draw a deduction, the rift suddenly let out a pulse as an unworldly groan fills the air. Everyone in a block radius is washed over with a feeling of nausea, the world around them shaking. Pin-spots of wavy light begin to emit from the rift, before wiggling around like ghostly tendrils. The equipment goes haywire, readings of nothing but noise, televisions become static.

The young intern, who had buckled over began to approach Dr. Addler, who looks down at him wincing with pain. He reaches over to touch the young man's shoulder to see if he was alright, but suddenly he shoots up, clasping his hands over the scientist's throat, his head shooting up, his eyes consumed by the same wavy light of the vortex. Hayden tries to pry the man's grip, but found it surprisingly steadfast, his constricted throat unable to form coherent words, aside from gasps. The intern, however, was speaking, but the words were not coherent, the sounds he made were not those a human throat should make, and only intensified the pain they were already.

"I know you, I know your works, your trespasses into the realms of the sacred, transient," the intern says, a strange inhuman voice emitted, not from his own throat, but from the computers the scientists were using. The possessed inter's face was cold and emotionless, yet the words carried a deep spite. "Wickedness, you take the blood of creation, and make that which is abominable. For here, the seeds you sow, you shall now also rea-"

Suddenly a loud bang is heard over the groaning. A dent in the field formed and ripples went out over the spherical construct, before it shattered into pieces and dissolved into wisps into the air, a cloud of gray dust rolling outwards from the impact. The rift pulsed a few more times, the light retracting back, before the anomaly lets out one last violent pulse before fizzling away into nothing, and everything goes quiet. The intern's eyes go dark as he loosens his grip, Hayden dropping to ground, coughing and gasping for air, the intern falling limp to the ground like a puppet who's strings were cut.

"Okay, yeah, this exercise is way over," a coarse sounding man's voice is heard saying, as a gray haired stubbly man in his mid-30s with a gray trench coat and thick glasses walks over, holstering a strange looking gun. Under his coat he wore a blue suit, a badge with a seal of designation to the Phenomenon Investigation and Control Initiative, PICI for short. They were a group formed to act as regulators for Deep 17 operations, and agents specialized in taking down and controlling threats and anomalies that require a more... abrupt end. In a way, they are like the SWAT police brought in for powerful entities and mages. This particular agent was a veteran who happened to be there on babysitting duty on the researches, a Detective Draven. He, showing considerable strength, hoists the doctor up onto a chair.

"W...wh...whhh," The doctor, breathlessly mouths some words, still unable to breathe properly, as he looks up at the detective, red impressions visible on his throat.

"What happened? Doctor, you just had first encounters with the very angry kind," Draven responds, sardonically, before signaling over the knights to take him and the unconscious intern away to be checked, the latter having to be taken out on a stretcher. With nothing left to monitor, they simply began to pack up their equipment, and the gradual process of cleaning up. "See that everyone is screened through a DNAC field, I don't want any more body snatchers playing puppet pals with our bodies."

By morning, life would continue, as all the news explodes with a new story of how Hayden nearly died, some criticizing Deep 17 for threatening to bring about Armageddon. Fanatical groups start to claim this is signs of the end times. And at the center of it all, King Henrick Mordaine sighs heavily before standing up before his people to make yet a speech about how the situation is under control, and that it was just a freak incident.

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The same dream again...Explosions...magic...destruction. It was the same dream he had last time...The world unable to stop something...something that brought destruction to all that tried to stop it. But in the end only two words were left in the end. Dominus and Iris...As the Light and Shadows clashed together he woke up from the dream.

Another day...Another morning...Another breakfast followed by who knows what.

As the light of the sun peered through a window, a man with short white hair groaned a little bit as he slowly sat up. "Morning already?...Well lets get into the grove of things once again Floyd." He spoke to himself as he stretched his arms hearing a few clicks in his back. A fine start to any morning. Especially after such a strange reoccurring dream.

First thing on his list, head to the bathroom and have a quick shower while brushing his teeth. Second, head back to his room and put on his clothes. With black tights, black pants and a red jacket along with a nice belt to keep his pants up. He was now dressed for a new day.

Next thing on his list: Breakfast. Walking to his kitchen which was also connected to his rather small living room, he turned on the television by using the remote controller he left on the counter to listen to the news as he warmed up a frying pan. "This just in..." A female reporter on the TV started as Floyd cracked an egg into the pan and tossed the shells away. "A strange masked being was spotted yet again tonight leaving distorted space in its wake. At current times there is no word on what this unknown entity is however authorities have kindly requested all residents in the area affected to leave their shops and homes to another location until the situation is under control."

Floyd raised a brow as he heard the news. That masked entity was certainly a popular topic these days, of course he breathed a sigh. "Hope that does not affect me. But I feel bad for the poor saps that have to deal with it...Must be something to deal with distorted space." He commented as he began to scramble his eggs before bringing out a small bow with chopped spam and bacon from the night before and added it to the pan before giving it a few more stirs. It was a really fast breakfast, easily cooked in a minute.

With his scrambled eggs with ham and bacon done, he scooped it onto a plate before turning off the stove and sitting at the table in the living room. "In other news, Dr. Hayden Addler's life was in danger today due to an unexpected incident. His current status is safe but a little shocked. Deep 17 has of course been accused about threating to bring Armageddon, however King Henrick Mordaine has made a statement about this an ensures everyone that the situation is under control and this is simply an accident. Now onto our weather report for today..."

Floyd gave a shrug as he listened to the news. Armageddon? Sure accidents happen all the time but to immediately think to Armageddon? Might as well say that if your toilet is not working its the sign of the Armageddon. With a small chuckle at that, Floyd finished the last of his breakfast before cleaning off his plate before walking to his front door.

Putting on a pair of boots, attaching a quiver to his back and grabbing a bow, he was going back to work today. Hunting, there was always a demand for hunters to bring back delicious creatures to be turned into food. Of course there were also certain animals that were rather friendly, quite humanoid, and can carry a conversation. Today he was going to hunt boars, they like to make a mess of peoples gardens and yards.

And with a big breath of fresh air with a small smile on his face, Floyd closed the door behind him and locked his house. Today could be a good day.

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"I failed...it's all my fault. I guess...I had to die like this, for anyone to forgive me for being so broken and easy to manipulate...I was never meant to live...gah!"

"No!" Jax screamed as he suddenly found himself being splashed with water and was jolted awake. What those words he heard himself say, they had felt real to him, but now in this situation he remembered what was going on. Additionally, he was in the bathing room for some reason with everyone and not in his bed. "Ummm, what happened?"

"You were sweating really bad and struggling in your sleep. Normally you wake up pretty easily, but it was harder again this time" one of the orphans mentioned. Right now, Jax was staying at an old orphanage that was run by some pretty good people, and was built in a convenient spot. Of course, that spot was also sought after by a few others, so lately they had been having a rough time...is what they might say, if money didn't get mysterious donated, not through credit or check, but cash, and the aggressors "disappearing".

"Yeah! You looked like you were in a lot of pain! So we took you here and splashed you with water".

"Even my pyjammas..."

"We were not sure whether to take them off or not, since you could sometimes react strangely to people doing unusual things to you in your sleep, but decided they would need to be washed anyways so we played it safe. Well, we brought you here to not get water over our bed. Anyways, that said, could you help us with some of the younger kids while you take one yourself to wash off the sweat?"

Although they had received some money lately, it mostly went towards food, water, and paying back the bank they were in debt to when Jax first arrived. As such, they had limited beds so orphans had to share with others. Jax shared his with two other boys, and of course the other beds in their room were boys too. Girls had their own room they shared with each other. And since it was to save time and money, instead of many baths were were just two big ones, one for boys, one for girls. Additionally, since it was a bit under staffed, to make things easier on everyone, the older kids helped look after the younger ones.

Jax was usually out, so the times he was actually asked to help were low. In fact, he had the lowest appearance in these things. But that was because even though there was no proof, everyone knew he was the one who had been delivering the money. That said, it did not make him immune to their antics but...people had learned not to play pranks on him in his sleep.

As they took their bath, and Jax wiped away the sweat from his nightmare, another of the orphans came over to him, submerged up to his neck in bathwater.

"So deceptive..."

"Huh?"

"You look so small and frail, but you actually pack quite a punch. So, you 'working' again today?"

"Your talking strange. But...whatever, why do you ask?"

"Because we are going to be playing games in the afternoon, and we were hoping you would play with us since a lot of us look up to you...and, we don't want you to fight all the time".

As he said that, he splashed some water at Jax and tickled him a little. But Jax was able to defend himself. After that, they finished up and left, Jax getting dressed in his spare pyjammas and went to the breakfast table with the others. As the large amount of children began to eat food, Jax managed to sit in his chair and began eating. He noticed one of the other kids had procured a newspaper, and that a lot of people were talking about something in great detail.

"Hey...what is going on?"

"You haven't heard yet? Oh right, you had a bad dream again and went right to the baths to clean up. There was an incident, and the king himself made an announcement. There are also a bunch of juicy details! Listen up!"

And so, Jax got a somewhat late heads up about what had happened in the world.

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Akana struggled to hear what the voices were saying over the roar of the fire and the sound of explosions. He watched as his own fur singed off, smoke eventually clouding over his vision. He screamed in a full panic, barely audible over the backround noise. He felt his way hurriedly against the wall to the door of his apartment. Giving it a mighty shove with his shoulder he fell down into the hallway, noticing the smoke and flames were just as thick. He ran down the hallway, lungs burning in protest from the lack of oxygen. He reached a large exterior window at the end of the hallway, shattering it with his uncovered hand. Leaning out he gasped for air , gaining back at least some of his wind. That's when he noticed the figures slow descent in the horizon. Oh, Akana thought... Wait.. I know what happens next...

The voices began to grow louder as the bright whiteness slowly faded over the horizon, quickly rolling in and over everything. As the whiteness reached the tip of Akana's nose the voices stopped, the combat stopped, all sounds fell completely and utterly silent. After a brief respite, the annoying, unnatural beeping of an alarm clock shocked Akana into consciousness. His eyes flew open as he looked up to the ceiling, groaning loudly. He slammed his hand down on the snooze button.

Dammit, those dreams were getting more and more intense. Maybe one of those head doctors he couldn't afford would know something about that. But for now, Akana just had to accept the fact he was probably going crazy. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, eventually getting to his feet. He have a good head to tail stretch, donning a much less than formal outfit of a cut off t-shirt and red basketball shorts. No need for shoes just yet. He did however have the presence of mind to grab his old boombox.

He walked out of his apartment, letting the door stay cracked as he walked down the hallway. Everyone in the building knew better than to mess with his small amount of possessions. He began his descent down the stairwell, the same one that had been filled with black choking smoke in his dreams shortly beforehand. As he went down the second or third set of stairs, he heard his name called. Struggs, a teenager who also lived in the complex issued a greeting to Akana.
He slowed his pace and walked up to him, a smile on his face. "Struggs. 'Sup man." They bumped fists and Akana snapped his fingers.

"Alright, smokes.. lets go."

"Oh yeah..." Struggs replied, digging into his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. He handed Akana two.

"So!" Akana said, motioning again to Struggs for a lighter. As soon as it was handed to him he lit one.

"You going to the store? Because C-7 needs some paper towels and other stuff. You should go talk to her." He referred to one of the other tenants a few more floors down, a kind old lady who was considered the grandma of the complex. No one knew her name so they said her apartment number instead.

"Yeah... I'll do that A."

"Good man!" Akana said, puffing on his cigarette. "See you later in the yard?"

Struggs nodded, and Akana mirrored the gesture. He continued his descent, finally pushing open the double doors to the courtyard. Covered in graffiti, benches broken , stoops already littered with loiterers and a basketball game underway, Akana grinned slightly at his domain. It was awful, unsafe, and impoverished, but this castle was his kingdom in his head. The courtyard was a beautiful place. He set down his old stereo and pressed play.

With nothing to do today, no work at the convenience store and no break meets that he knew of, he figured it was best to work on tightening up a few of his moves. He began to stretch, letting the track start to warm up. His mind drifted back to the recurring dream he had earlier that night... They were getting clearer now, more frequent, and more graphic. But always ending the same... His mind ran in circles trying, perhaps in vain, to comprehend what it all could mean.

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Aquaila swam through the blood sea the corpses of thousands floating around her. The blood choked her gills but she couldn't help but dive deeper and deeper until she broke free of the floating corpses.

Through the bloody haze she saw it a city drowned by a sea of blood. Above the city a lone masked figure laughed. Yet no sound came only dread silence. The Figure looked at Aquaila and she heard evil laughter in her head. Angered Aquaila charged the masked figure only for everything to go dark.

Aquaila woke with a start. She was in her human form the sheets clinging to her sweat soaked body. She gasped for air as she threw the sheets off of her naked form. She took a few moments to regain her sanity. She just sat on the edge of the bed for what seemed like forever.

Aquaila was brought out of her trance as light flooded the room. She had not even heard the hotel maid knocking but now she saw the poor lady her face beet red as she saw Aquaila's state of undress.

"I beg your pardon miss.." the maid said nervously as she quickly closed the door.

Aquaila sighed. These dreams where starting to get to her making her lose focus. She sighed again and forced herself up and into the shower. She showered and got dressed.

Finally ready she left her room and headed towards her rental car. She passed by the maid from before who again blushed and hurried quickly past Aquaila. Aquaila just half smiled to herself and got in her car.

It had been quite a while since Aquaila had been here but for the most part everything was still the same. She was on a mission to find the grandchild of an old friend. An old friend that had spent his whole life studying the seas and the many myths, legends, and occult practices involved. Though her friend was long dead Aquaila had found out that most of his belongings had been given to his only grandchild. This woman who was now an adult was who Aquaila was off to see.

Aquaila soon pulled up to the woman's house. Parking and exiting her car Aquaila walked up to the door and rang the bell. After a few seconds a man opened the door. "Can I help you?" He asked

"I'm looking for Anna Carter." Aquaila answered.

A woman walked up to the door. "I'm Anna Carter...do I know you?"

Aquaila shook her head, " No, but I worked with your grandfather Desmond Jones for a time...."

"You look much to young to have know grandpa..."

"Looks can be deceiving... It was in the South Seas you where about four and kept trying to ride on my tail..."

The man just looked confused but Anna's face lit up. "The Leviathan that helped grandpa...he did say your kind lives long lifes... So what can I do to help you?"

" I was hoping I could borrow your grandfather's notes for some research of my own."

Anna frowned. "I'm afaid I can't help you there... All of grandpa's research was taken by the Royal Science Institute... I've tried to get his journals myself but they won't release them even to family... I'm sorry."

Aquaila looked defeated "I see...well thank you anyway."

Anna looked to her husband then to Aquaila. "Listen..you came all this way least I can do is offer you some lunch and company...besides I'm sure you can tell me more about grandpa. Also for the life of me I can't recall your name."

"It's Aquaila...and I would be honored to join you and your family for lunch."

Aquaila was then ushered into the house where she would catch up and tell stories to Anna about her grandfather.

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After he heard what had happened, he had a weird feeling in his head for a moment. About this intern, the distortion. None of it sounded familiar, and yet something bothered him about it.

"Do you like knowing...that you have nothing to lose once more?"

For a moment, Jax thought he heard...something. Was it his own voice, or someone elses? It felt unclear to him. But whatever it was, he needed to take a walk...or just do something to get his mind off of this.

"Hey, are you okay Jax?"

One of the others noticed something seemed off as he left the table.

"Its fine Anno. Just, going out".

Hold it, didn't Anno die....no no, he didn't. Why would I be thinking that? He was the first person who talked to me when I first arrived after all...

Assuming he had just remembered one of the original orphans he grew up with at another orphanage, Jax steeled his decision and decided to leave the room. He knew he had dreams occasionally, but the moment after he heard the news everything felt different...more intense, or maybe twisted. The moment he made it back to the room, he pulled off his nightclothes and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the clothing...no, the armor he always tended to wear, that looked like clothing, seemed to move out of the closet and wrap around him until he was dressed, with even the boots forming under his feet. Checking his knife, he immediately headed towards the window...and disappeared.

Well, disappeared was a rather strange term. In truth, he shifted between the shadows of the room and the shadow of a building nearby, looking around. He was now standing in an alley, and looked for anyone who looked like they might be a criminal or ruffian, but there was no one. After hearing what happened, Jax had the strong urge to hit something. He had driven out all the criminals in this area, but now he needed something.

"Nightsky!"

A large Black Raven appeared behind him, but it would be impossible to see for most people as it came out in it's stealth form, appearing from Jax's shadow. It's aetherflow was linked and in perfect sync with Jax's.

"Find me prey".

"Are you sure? Would it not be best to calm down?"

"Can you figure out what is going on with me to make agitated in the first place?"

"...I see your point. Very well, I will keep an eye out".

Jax then engaged his own stealth abilities, and began to hop through the shadows as quickly as he could. He did not use it excessively, but he wanted to burn off some steam. He even hopped off of a few walls, and even rooftops. To him, the city was a playground, and he was one of the few that played in it the most. The rush of the air going through him, the power of the aether held within it, the bustling of the people. Even if Jax distrusted people, he still found comfort in large groups of them. One of the reasons being it was easier to hide, but he felt it was soothing.

Eventually, he ended up stopping by one of the few adults he actually liked, an old man who ran a newpaper stall that also sold snacks and other goodies. Jax had once seen the old man throw himself inbetween a drunken father and the son that was being abused, so Jax's impression of him was rather good.

"Hey, so whats....who did this to you?"

Jax had started with a friendly tone, but noticed that there were some bruises on his chest and arms. Jax was only barely able to spot them though, even with his perception, which meant they were not poorly hidden or easily identifiable.

"Its no one to..."

"No, its not good! You are one of the few people in this world I like. Nightsky, track! We are going hunting!"

And with that command, Jax began his hunt for the people who hurt the old man.

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Walking outside his house, Floyd shielded his eyes for a second as the sun shone in his eyes through the forest. His home as long as he remembered it, a little house in a rather private area...well it was only a decent ways away from one of the towns, but as far as it mattered he was pretty much alone up here...Of course that is not to say he goes to the town regularly on foot to do business there and maybe enjoy the cafe's and find out what new invention came out. He would admit that some inventions seemed to be the same only with an extra number at the end of it...

With a small smile on his face, Floyd began to stroll through the trees taking in the sounds of nature. It was rather peaceful out here in the woods, sun shining through the crisp fresh leaves of the trees, the grass under his boots, and of course who knows...Someone or something might come along time to time. But the chance of that was rather low so he was not going to hold his breath.

as Floyd continued walking he peered at a bush and noticed something about it, it was...small and could have been missed by many people. He walked over immediately and crouched down to examine the bush further...there...There was signs of digging, and by the looks of it seemed rather recent.

"Hmmm...Probaly ten minutes old...Looks like it was digging for food...Must have marked this area as its searching ground. I say....One mile at best, with this small sign of digging there must be plenty of food here. And what we have here is a boar digging for truffles." Floyd concluded from the small dug up hole as he quickly climbed up one of the trees and scanned the area.

Looking around he noticed for signs of where the boar may have went, and with that he climbed back down and began to quickly but cafefully follow the trail the boar left behind.

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Akana had just begun to stretch when his phone began to ring. He winced, as he knew it could only be one person this early. His boss. Once again, no doubt, calling him in on his day off. Contemplating not answering at all, he pulled out the phone and flipped it open. Sure enough, his suspicions were correct. He pressed the call button, answering as nicely as he could through gritted teeth.

"Yes, Gretta? You do know its Torries shift today right?"

"Apparently she doesn't. Plus, she's fired. I need you here now, Kan."
He heard her begin to yell at what Akana was sure were impatient customers, now upgraded to angry. Gretta was never one for customer service. Sighing, he hung up on her. Sometimes he was almost sure the place wouldn't stay open without his help. Picking up his boom box he ran back up to his room, got his work uniform on, and ran back out.

A short walk later he arrived at the convenience store. As he predicted, there was a long line of people, the first arguing with his flustered superior. Akana slid in between a few people in the line, sighing and making his way around the counter. Gretta looked over to Akana and back to the angry looking man, donning a sacherine sweet smile.

"My associate will be right with you 'SIR.'" She turned and gave a disgusted look to Akana, and stormed past him, cursing about how important the other things she needed to do were. Effectively thrown under the bus again, Akana raised a middle finger to her dissapearing form and rolled his eyes. Reaching the cash register, he asked the man his automated question.

"Hello Sir, welcome to Sev-" He was cut off.

"Don't give me that shit Kat-man-Du, just give me some damn smokes. I've been in this line for ten minutes."
Akana's ears pinned back as he tried, and failed to hide his annoyance with the man.

"What. Brand?"

Akana said softly, again through gritted teeth. The man pointed haphazardly to a pack of "Ciga-roos." Akana grabbed the pack, adorned with a smoking marsupial in sunglasses. Turning around he threw them on the counter. The man threw a large bill on the counter and kept an unblinking, glaring eye on Akana the entire time he split the change. Akana only noticed this as he began to hand the man his change. The man kept staring at Akana, obviously still mad, but not voicing his opinion.

Akana, ears still pinned back, glared right back at the man, and demanded that he have a nice day. He smiled, looking much more like snarl, his body language not helping his case. The mans expression softened, as he backed down. Grabbing his change and the cigarettes, the man walked away. He took a deep breath. Alright. One customer down. 6 more hours to go. He looked towards the next customer, who seemed to be in much less of a rush after watching the exchange between the two. Akana began to get the line moving along.