EricKurosaki's Story

Attila didnt seem to notice that Mitsu was nearly naked, if he did, he didnt say anything on the subject but merely thanked her in a kind tone for the keys being safely out of his reach while he was drunk. He couldnt wait to tell Grimmy he got hammered. They had a bet for as long as he could remember, so long that he actually forgot they had a bet going. But now he could tell grimmy he got drunk, and with a beautiful lady to boot!

he ambled to the phone then as his thoughts wandered to food. picking up the receiver he said "Hello, Room service ? Can you send up a menu ?" A few moments later and the menu would arrive. But until then Attila had time to kill so he turned onthe holographic TV on the wall and started watching the news, which was the weather report for Ariel. He spoke up as the report droned on "Lady in the shower, that I still dont know the name of, I requested a menu from roomservice, is there anything you'd like me to order for breakfast ?"

Mitsu was very much a big fan of teasing others. But currently she was amused, exhausted, and really hoping that she can do a little more than escape. She was hoping to start working toward the solution to the depressive things she has been seeing so far. Nothing but people's desires getting the better of them. Wielding immense power, abusing authority. Nothing but chaos in the worlds expanding across the galaxy. Nothing but continuous cyclical tragedy. As if the repeated offenses of choosing anger and destruction over hope and love were no more easier than throwing a balled up paper into the trash. She was tired of it. She could list 10 people whose intertwined fates were leading toward sadness and pain, in one way or another. All because they aren't satisfied with the answers life has given them, even though nothing will change. Some things were set in stone, some things weren't. But avoiding difficulty is as simple as walking towards happiness.

Mitsu lathered up some nicely scented shampoo to start on her hair. Having finished the rest of her body, it was now time to attend to her beautiful mane. This thought train lead her to thinking of the different issue now. One Atilla was currently addressing. Food. Which she heard over the running water from Atilla's shouting.

"I'll have Eggs Cumberbatch with Spicy Foi Gras lathered in melted Green Horned Goat Cheese. Whatever veggies are in season on the side. Blue Yellow Juice. If you don't know what that is, it like orange juice but yellow." Mitsu spoke over the shower. She wasn't sure her complex order would be heard correctly, so she wove a little magic in the air.

A papyrus note would appear outside the shower, with her entire order on it. It would float over to Atilla, asking for her order. At the very bottom will be a disclaimer about her dishes.

"P.S. - Make it look sexy."

Left behind by the violent group he'd arrived with Vinculum was left with the bill. Though the bar interrogated him about such with a few muscled bouncers decided to a frowning owner with a taught face flesh and half-closed eyes that the debt ought to be repaid. Combat was not what Oculi sent him to perform. Neither the force nor Oculi struck with him that he belonged to the Lineage of Wrath. Thus he remained to pay off the debt in labor. In time this soon passed but Vinculum remained as an able-bodied bouncer and general hand. He needed little and asked for less instead remanding much of his eventual wage to his Matriarch for the good of his species. A fade into the dark to watch over the patrons for good or ill intent. While they would not start a fight, even this place had rules, they would finish one.

A burly fellow with heavy plates for skin and sinew in between moves through the hallways with little more than a grey sash about his waist. Expressionless bony head if for two black eyes the quiet bass thump of agile plated feet were in no particular hurry. A laminated menu tethered together by small silk knots in hand. In lieu of any clothing, other than the wraps at his joints and hip, a name tag sat glued to one pectoral plate that read 'Vic - Bouncer'. The kitchen was busy at the moment and the bar at an idle murmur so one of the ever-beleaguered housekeeping sent him to the kitchen to deliver it instead.

Thus a light pound came from their door rather near the top with a deep toneless voice halting to enunciate each word, "Room service. I have your menu. Do you wish me to remain for your order?"