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Azura wished she could speak. Things would be a lot easier for her if she could. Then again, perhaps that was part of her abilities, she couldn't speak since she had to write her spells. She wasn't sure, and there wasn't anyone she could ask, so she didn't dwell on it long.
She nodded to the reply, glad that she wasn't interrupting anything. Writing again, she showed the book to him once she was done.
[+blue Is there anything I can help with? I can help clean or something and I'll go back upstairs when it's time to open so I won't be in the way.]
Azura obviously wanted to help with something. She just couldn't be stuck in a room all day again. At least the room she was given was bigger than the last one. Still, she wanted to start paying back for the kindness she was receiving.
Dante saw the young woman come down there stairs. She couldn't be very old by her looks. The radio continued to play the next song on the track, and Liz leaned against the grand piano on the stage as the little girl wrote something down. Feeling a little left out she spoke up.
[+green "What, can she not speak?"] Dante was still waxing the counter as he read. Regarding Liz first and Azura second.
[+teal "She claims not to be able to, and if she can, she's going a long way not to."] Dante's sarcasm caused the woman to giggle at the thought of someone going to far to not speak. It was a little funny to Dante, but he didn't laugh often. His life was a little too down for that.
[+teal "And no, little one. You aren't interrupting anything. We show up a couple hours early to get everything in shape. We're a high class bar."] he continued running his rag up and down the bar, the sheen coming from it fully reflecting the dim lights which recessed into the ceiling.
The place was wonderful now that she could see everything in the light. Everything shinned, so much that it almost hurt her eyes. It seemed he wanted to keep this place as clean as he could before people came in. Guess that wasn't a bad thing though, made a good impression on people.
Azura could hear the voices singing, looking over to the stage to see the woman from last night standing there. She was the one the female voice belonged to, and she sounded amazing. The way she was dressed made her look beautiful too, so neat and clean. She then realized that Dante was one of the two male voices singing. Her head tilted a bit as she continued to listen, loosing her train of thought as she did so.
The girl had heard singing before, but every time she did, she was always amazed by it. She waited until the end of the song before she would move, not wanting to startle the woman, or just cause an annoyance with her walking around. As she walked towards the bar, she wrote in her book again and held it up for Dante to read
[+blue I hope I'm not interrupting anything.]
Dante had the bar lit up, the chandeliers lit up above the black wooden tables and the booths that shared the sleek theme of black, polished wood. Dante woke up early every day to clean these tables, polish them. Their veneer shone in the dim light that permeated the bar. The chairs were the same, but with dark red leather seats, all of them cleaned to have a dull shine to them. The same applied for the booth seats, their chandeliers decidedly organic looking, like upside down trees with lights coming from the branch ends. The wood looked synthetic, but only because Dante was obsessed with perfection, and had polished them to a sheen.
Three voices harmonized from the bar, two deep baritones and a single alto, two male and one female.
[i [+gold "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits? Puttin' on the Ritz."]] looking at the situation, one could see an old battery operated radio with a CD slot sitting on top of a black piano, which rested on a stage, dug into the corner next to the bar. In front of the piano was the woman from last night, singing into a microphone which wasn't on.
Dante was behind the bar, singing along with her while he ran a rag up and down the bar, the bar getting its sheen back as he waxed it down.
[+gold [i "Different types of wear all day coat pants with stripes and cut away coats, perfect fits. Puttin' on the Ritz."]] they were dressed extremely formally. The woman wearing a white button up shirt and a black vest over that, she had pure black slacks leading down to a pair of black spats that were shined to perfection. Dante's outfit was largely the same, but instead of a vest, he had a swallow tailed coat on top, and had a pair of intricately designed leather boots on in place of the spats. They remained black, but faded to silver at the tips. Around the woman's neck was a black bow tie, and around Dante's was a thin red ribbon. Both had black belts with silver buckles, Dante's holding his gun holster under the coat. Their cuffs were well tailored, and had three buttons that held them in place. Dante's cream colored hair was tied back into a neat foxtail, while Liz's hair was in a 'No Nonsense' pixie cut.
[+gold [i "Dressed up like a million dollar trooper. Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper. [+green Super duper.]]] Dante acutely heard steps coming down the stairs. It wouldn't interrupt his rhythm.
[+gold [i Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts. Puttin' on the Ritz."]]
Azura watched him leave before she opened her book again. The pages were blank, but that was so she wouldn't fill up the whole thing. If one looked through it, they wouldn't even find what she had written to Dante just a few minutes ago. She didn't know where this book came from, she just woke with it in her hands one day. That was her earliest memory really.
Opening to a random blank page, she started to write a bit. A spell she knew, one of many. It was a harmless one, just added a sort of light to stay by her side while she slept. It was her own little alarm, just in case something were to happen. It had a soft glow to it, just bright enough for her to see everything in the room, but dark enough to where it wouldn't bother her. Crawling under the covers, she practically fell asleep the second her head rested on the pillow.
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She felt something soft and warm against her cheek. Slowly, she stirred from her slumber, looking to see what it was that was trying to wake her. The soft light she had summoned glowed a bit above her before disappearing now that she was awake. Azura smiled and sat up in the bed, stretching before she pushed herself to stand. It had been a while since she was able to rest like that. It wasn't the whole night, as she had arrived well into then night, but she seemed to have gotten a good few hours of sleep. The sun was obviously up and a little past sunrise, but not to noon yet.
Her bare feet made a soft sound as she walked across the floor and towards the door. she looked around before moving into the hallway and headed back to where the bar was. She looked out to see if anyone was there though, not knowing the hours of this place and wanting to stay out of the way like he said she should.
She'd thanked him, in her own way. Seeing as how she had to write everything down. He wasn't paying much attention, his eyes were looking right through her, at something that wasn't there. Something that was never going to be there. His eyes were squinted, his face uninterested, though he was there, his mind was obviously a million miles away, in some other universe.
He came to himself when he realized what he was doing, his face was sharp again, alert. He realized she'd thanked him.
[+teal "Yeah, no problem. I'm just glad the room is seeing some use. You can tell me about this bind you're in in the morning."] at those words he made himself scarce, moving to the last door on the hallway on the left, fully intent on turning in for the night.
The room he entered could easily be defined as spartan. Few furnishings, mostly wooden furniture. A bed, a dresser, and a small table with a cushion leaned against the wall for a chair. He took his gun holster off his belt and laid it on top of the dresser. He collapsed into his bed, not even bothering to crawl under the blanket.
Tomorrow was another day.
Azura silently followed Dante into the bar. She had never been inside one, and she was surprised by how dark it was. Her blue eyes seemed to glow a bit in the dark as she looked around. No one was here, since it was after hours, so she had no idea what it was like when the place was actually open.
Though he had said to not interfere during business hours as a way of paying him back, she didn't think it really matched the fact that she was now going to have a place to stay for a bit. Surly there was something she could do. She would have to think of a way, but first, she wanted to look at the room he offered for her.
Looking in, it was a simple room, but much more than any room she had stayed in. A wide smile came across her lips as she saw the bed, knowing it had to be comfy. Azura quickly ran in and jumped onto the bed, finding that what she thought was true. It was soft and warm, a place she could instantly fall asleep, which she probably would have if Dante had left then.
[+blue Thank you for the room.] She wrote, the smile still on her face.
She made her way in, this door leading right behind the bar. A spotless, black, wooden bar that stretched almost the length of the room they were in. The room was dimly lit by the recessed lighting above the bar, the inky darkness of the street seeping into the bar, thick black curtains keeping it dark inside. Dante had raised the end of the bar to walk past it, and towards a set of stair that would lead where they needed to go. Seems the little one wanted him to read something though.
[+teal "... Pay me back...?"] Dante hadn't expected anything in return. He generally tried to just be a good person where he could to make up for all the pain he caused others.
[+teal "You can pay me back by not interfering during business hours. Kay?"] he began to make his way up the stairs, stopping at the first door at the top on the left, opening it revealed a simple room with a well cared for twin bed and wooden bedside table with a lamp. In the corner was a brightly colored box, completely empty by the look of it, tucked behind a white dresser.
[+teal "This is where you'll stay. I don't mind you staying long, and since it's late, I'm not going to bother asking how long you plan on staying on. Get cozy."]
Azura nodded and started to follow him towards the door. She stopped as a woman walked out, taking a smoke. The woman looked at her and Azura tried to make herself seem small, so not to be a threat. Seemed it either worked or the woman just didn't care at all, simply asking who she was and then actually not caring at all.
So, Dante took in runaways a lot. Perhaps she could be okay here for a bit. She wouldn't stay here long, she never could. Someone was bound to figure out about her abilities, and then either chase her away or try to use her. It was always the same.
As the woman walked away, Azura made her way into the building. She wasn't too worried if the guy was lying, having her own escape always at the ready. She wrote in her book again and held it up for him.
[+blue Thank you for letting me stay. How shall I return the favor?]
Azura always believed in paying back someone, especially if they did a kindness towards her. It was also her way of figuring out if she could really trust this person or not simply by telling her what she could do in return. While she wasn't a master at reading people, she still had enough skill to know if she should run or not.
Couldn't speak, on the run. No home to speak of.
This wasn't the first runaway Dante had run across, she wouldn't be the last.
[+teal "Name's Terra, Dante. I own that bar right there. We're closed right now, but I've got an extra room. Come on inside."] Dante walked back to the door he'd come out of, holding it open for the girl. As he did, a woman with short black hair and a bored expression on her face came out of it, she was taking a drag on her cigarette and walking to the opposite side of the alley to smoke.
[+green "Damn Dante, did you HAVE to shoot the guy?"] she asked, smoke coming out of her mouth with her words. Then she looked to the girl, eyeing her up and down.
[+green "Who's she?"]
[+Teal "Another runaway."] the woman scoffed at him, it turning into a chuckle, before she took another drag on her cigarette.
[+green "You need to start a business taking them in."] She flicked the cigarette at Dante, the filter bouncing off of his vest as she left the alley, heading for her car no doubt.
[+teal "I'll take that under advisement Liz. Come on Azura, I'm no enemy of yours."]
With the sound of the gunshot, she looked over to see who it was with the gun. She hoped this guy wasn't some kind of leader of these drunk guys. Thankfully, though, it seemed he wasn't, telling them to leave before he shot them. The men were too drunk to really heed his warning, one challenging him to shoot. she could tell just by the look of the guy with the gun that he wasn't joking around.
And he proved it by shooting the guy in the knee. She was quickly dropped and she pushed herself up against the wall, so not to become the next target. The men were scared, quickly carrying off their wounded friend, hopefully, to the nearest hospital.
Her heart was still racing from all that had happened that she almost missed what the man asked her. She blinked a few times and glanced at him for a second or two before she opened her book and quickly wrote. She was a fast writer, and her handwriting was surprisingly readable. When she finished she held it up for him to read.
[+blue Both I guess. Running from someone and ended up here. Thank you for helping me. My name is Azura.]
She quickly realized something and added to what she had written, showing him again.
[+blue I can't speak, so I write.]
When she was sure he was done reading, she closed the book and held it against her chest tightly as she waited for a response.
Another night, another couple of degenerates who weren't getting back into his bar. This young lady was fortunate he was taking the trash out at the exact moment she was getting harassed. Dante reached to his side and pulled a revolver from a holster on his belt, a glimmering steel piece, old fashioned and with intricate engravings made in the barrel. He held the weapon to the sky and pulled the hammer back, the distinct clicking sound echoing through the alleyway.
The men made no motion at the sound, so he pulled the trigger. The bullet bounced off of some brickwork he just so happened to be aiming at. At the noise, the two drunks fell to the ground, the girl being released in the process. One turned back to look at him.
[+red "Hey, whaddyou want?"] He struggled just to get back on his feet. Dante took a moment to formulate his response.
[+Teal "To put a bullet in your kneecap, you two have exactly one opportunity to leave peacefully before I do so."] even in the dim light shining from a streetlight behind himself, he could see the men's forms. Neither of them were terribly imposing. Then neither was Dante.
[+yellow "Yeah, so why don't you? You a chicken?"] Welp, that was all the antagonizing that Dante was in the mood for. He quickly shifted his arm to aim at the man's kneecap and pulled the trigger. The sound of a gunshot echoed, but went unnoticed as the man's cries of pain quickly overlapped them.
[+red "Jesus Christ! You shot him!"] The man went to his friends side and tried to calm him down, but the man was squirming on the ground in a frantic manner.
[+teal "Yeah, I did. And I don't want him bleeding in my alleyway. Beat it."] at that, the man grabbed his shrieking friend and vacated the space as fast as he could, given his friend still bawling about having a bullet wound. Dante put his weapon back where it belonged, and approached the young woman, and took a notice of her lack of shoes, or, belongings in general.
[+teal "Are you alright? Are you homeless, running from somebody?"]
She was tired. Stumbling along, she had used a lot of energy to get away. Even though it was easy to do, that didn't mean it wouldn't take a lot of energy. But she had gotten away, and she was glad for that. But now where would she go? Clutching her book tightly, she continued on through the small alleyway she suddenly appeared in.
Transportation was a tricky one. It's easy to use, but no one ever mentioned just how much you needed for a spell. It depended on how far you wanted to go and since she didn't know how far or where exactly she wanted to end up she was bound to use up a lot. Now that she was paying for it, she had to figure out her next move.
She was in a strange place, not seeing anything familiar around her as she looked out into the street. She just hoped it was far away enough to where she wouldn't have to worry about that person. Even if that left her with nothing but her notebook, she was okay with that. That's how she usually lived anyways, so why would it be any different?
The girl couldn't walk any further, sitting down at the edge of the alley. She needed to catch her breath and relax before she passed out of exhaustion. Her bare feet didn't feel the cold of the sidewalk at all, and she wasn't cold in the least with just wearing a white sun-type dress. Her long black hair was a bit wild, but that was normal, and her blue eyes seemed to glow softly in the shadows. She was alone, once again.
A couple of guys who seemed to be rather tough walked up to her. She quickly looked away, not wanting to get into anything. She was too tired for this, and she didn't wish to be chased out of another town so soon after leaving the last one. They seemed to not care though, calling her names, asking if she wanted to have a good time. After a few minutes of ignoring, she felt a hand grab her dress and pull her up to be face to face with one of the guys. He was obviously drunk, and that's what made it scary. She still held her book, but she couldn't think of anything to do. She couldn't yell for help, nor could she tell the guy to stop. What was going to happen to her now?
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