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located in Silk Street Cafe, a part of An Elegy in the Ashes, one of the many universes on RPG.

Silk Street Cafe

A popular little eatery nestled on Silk Street, recently it only became known and has been doing good business among the younger generation of Portum Animas. It sits right next to a sweets??? shop.

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Character Portrait: Andrew Panzer Dunkelheit
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~ In Finitor... ~

The mission was a success it seemed. The corrupted priest had been taken down and now he would be arrested and The Following would lose one more supporter for they're sinister plans. He couldn't help but find it all funny, taking it in as he walked as a now normal person. He always found it strange that whenever he did a mission, someone covered up his appearance and made sure not to let anyone know that it was he who was The Pressure. He didn't really mind so much if it wasn't for the fact no one but The Following's own had elites had that kind of power. In a way, he felt watched for some reason. Being an experienced Gifted at this point in time, he was able to hide his unusual presence away and make him seem more then normal. Other people who had abilities never suspected him as a Gifted because of this, but it left something else to those who were also experienced. A second layer of sorts. A second layer made from some unusual source. Of course, this could be entirely related to something else, for he only had met three people in his entire life who could do this, and all of them were The Chaotic's three elites. It was clear to Andrew that now rumors of The Pressure and his recent dirty job would be spreading around the city like mad, along with The Following looking out for anyone who claimed that title as they're own. It didn't worry him though, he knew no one was stupid enough to actually claim that title unless they were suicidal.

~ * * * ~

Silk Street Cafe came into sight. Known for being settled on the well-known Silk Street, this Cafe was known for employing mostly young women into they're home and rarely you would find a guy or two able to get a job there. He didn't know whether this was fact or just rumor, but he was about to find out it seemed. It has become well known recently for doing good business among the younger generations. Coincidentally, it sat right next to the Tiffani's Sweets and Pastries, a competition perhaps? Walking into the Cafe, he looked around quietly as he saw a scene going on. It seems that someone had mysteriously fainted and no one could explain why. He rose a brow as he began to walk forward, but then he was roughly grabbed on the shoulder and pulled back by some weird-looking retarded smelling jackass.

"Hey now, where do you think your going?" The yellow spiky haired punk seemed to ask, holding the man roughly by his shoulder as three others surrounded him. "This here's a scene that involved our buddy, and I don't think we want strangers coming in and making more of a mess." He told Andrew, which was strange. Andrew The Pressure, however, seemed to recognize them as part of a local gang that had been founded recently - The Yellow-Bellies. What the hell, he knew worse. They were made entirely of humans, and have since they're founding gone out of they're way to cause havoc upon civilians. Of course, to The Chaotic, they had heard from The Following that they were allowing this little gang to cause trouble in order to buy them more time and to divert attention from themselves. Selfish pricks, they already had a corrupted priest scene to use, but using a gang to make trouble so that they could make experiments a little longer? It disgusted him.

"I had no intentions of causing trouble." Andrew admitted to them.

"Eh? Then why did you dye your hair purple, or make your eyes that color, eh? No one normal would dare be seen walking around like that!" The apparent leader of the three commented, making the other two chuckled with a bit of 'hur' and 'derp' somewhere in the middle. He swore he heard it said twice. "You see, kid, we likes to do what we wantz." The fattest of the three said, tapping his belly lightly as he gave off a smirk at this, while the other two chuckled in hushed whispers. "We gets some huneys, we go where we wantz, and best of all, we likez a free meal on tup of tat! So if ya dun't mindz, we got some of those to getz." The three now were in a conjoined chuckle that seemed to sound like two bears mating. At least, to him it did, to others it was normal most likely.

"I am truly sorry this happened to one of your own, but..." Andrew tried to start.

"Eh? Your sorry?!" The yellow-spiked man spoke again. "You trying to show me pity, boy?! I don't need pity from anyone, ya heard?!" With that, his fist aimed for Andrew's face, ready to pummel it into --

It stopped as the two felt themselves panic at that moment, Andrew swore they just shat themselves. But his elbow had seemed to 'lightly' connect with the yellow-haired man's guts, and pulling it away, the yellow-haired man nearly collapsed, finding a table to keep himself on his knees and cough into his arm. "Holy crap!" The fatter one said, finally sounding normal.

"I advise you gentlemen leave. You don't seem... To want to do anything nice for these young people here." People looked at him for a moment as they heard him say this, thinking he must of wanted to die. But instead, the two helped the yellow-haired one up as he continued to cough on occasion.

"Okay, okay... Fine... You win.... We'll leave." And they headed for the door, but not before stopping by Andrew for a quick three-seconds. "Watch yer ass from here, punk." And then, they were out the door.

"So... A table open I can use to order from?" Andrew asked as if nothing had just happened. He leaned his back against a wall as the mood seemed to quickly change suddenly. People were more... Happy now. With the three gone and out of the Cafe, the people here were able to get along again, resume they're dates or just in general continue to chat with they're friends. He honestly liked it when he heard someone laugh.