Post order will be: Cedric, Lex, Sly, Aasim, Arik, Leif, Six, Keskorie, Nova, Guryon, Shudaar, Nightingale, and Hishashi.
Cedric stared around at the empty tavern. For once, in Xastristan, it was almost silent. Families all gathered among themselves, enjoying the holiday that they had dubbed 'Christmas'. Some celebrated other events, odd names flowing from their tongues like the language of the Chasers from back home.
Wreaths of winter pine decorated the windows, odd white fluff sitting on the sills in an imitation of the snow that fell softly outside. Mistletoe was hung in a corner, where earlier a couple had paused to kiss. Seeing this, the Paradigm could only assume it was a custom of these people.
Raising his thumb and index, Cedric signaled to the bartender he wanted a refill of the Ale. Her eyebrows flew up, the scar over her left eye unclouded by the pearly white locks she had. Jade eyes held shyness, barely caressed by the kindness she naturally had in her cheeks. Yet again, she silently pulled down on the tab to refill his sixth mug. Of course, he had seen a male bartender before her. Assuming that she was the waitress, he let himself smile. This place knew how to pick them. It wasn't right of him to just play off his solidarity like this, to be fair. Yes, the girl was lovely. Even if he could now speak to women, it didn't necessarily mean that he would be willing to objectify them like they were items rather than people...
Setting the glass down before him, she shyly fondled the leather of her overcoat. Odd dresses for a person in this timeline, but he couldn't deny how it complimented her pale skin. Deciding against whatever she was going to ask, she retreated once more into the back. Turning around in his stool, he took a large gulp from the mug in his hand. For such a large place, none of the eight tables were filled in the bar. Memories of the nights he would spend drinking with Allelujah and Six filled his mind, and he couldn't help but find a pang of homesickness.
Cedric stared around at the empty tavern. For once, in Xastristan, it was almost silent. Families all gathered among themselves, enjoying the holiday that they had dubbed 'Christmas'. Some celebrated other events, odd names flowing from their tongues like the language of the Chasers from back home.
Wreaths of winter pine decorated the windows, odd white fluff sitting on the sills in an imitation of the snow that fell softly outside. Mistletoe was hung in a corner, where earlier a couple had paused to kiss. Seeing this, the Paradigm could only assume it was a custom of these people.
Raising his thumb and index, Cedric signaled to the bartender he wanted a refill of the Ale. Her eyebrows flew up, the scar over her left eye unclouded by the pearly white locks she had. Jade eyes held shyness, barely caressed by the kindness she naturally had in her cheeks. Yet again, she silently pulled down on the tab to refill his sixth mug. Of course, he had seen a male bartender before her. Assuming that she was the waitress, he let himself smile. This place knew how to pick them. It wasn't right of him to just play off his solidarity like this, to be fair. Yes, the girl was lovely. Even if he could now speak to women, it didn't necessarily mean that he would be willing to objectify them like they were items rather than people...
Setting the glass down before him, she shyly fondled the leather of her overcoat. Odd dresses for a person in this timeline, but he couldn't deny how it complimented her pale skin. Deciding against whatever she was going to ask, she retreated once more into the back. Turning around in his stool, he took a large gulp from the mug in his hand. For such a large place, none of the eight tables were filled in the bar. Memories of the nights he would spend drinking with Allelujah and Six filled his mind, and he couldn't help but find a pang of homesickness.
It felt lonely.
