Really, with every inch the masked man stepped closer to her, the closer to of hell the smell was. It reminded her when she was stuck in a deep cave with a pack of wolves for a whole day, requiring her to log out while thinking for a solution. She logs back in to find her armor stinking from the blood and the walk back to the inn was shameful. And she can also smell traces of sulfur... Did they also make bombs here? @Iván Carl, the stoic owner of the curry house recommended a less spicy curry and rosé. The blonde had never been accustomed to spicy foods. Her face will usually turn red with the slightest amount of pepper, but it might be a different case in this game. She doesn't remember whether there's a setting for tolerance to pungency when she first created her character, right? Right? "Ah, yes. I might want to have a less spicy curry and rosé, please." Then a well dressed kid, err, young man (who actually looked more like an owner) came to attend for her order. She looked at the earlier stinky owner, suspecting him for employing an underage. What is with her and judging people from their appearance anyway? The way he spoke and confirmed previous orders showed that he was not just a waiter, but another chef. @Darko Ljubicic was soon back with a serving of curry and the requested wine, poured directly to her glass. As the young man left to serve another customer, Corvella smiled at him "Thank you." First thing first then, identify the food. The portion was pretty generous, with the amount of sauce just right poured over the ingredients. The smell of the spices instantly wipes off her memory of a masked man's stink, as if it's hurrying her to taste the food. The blonde proceeded to drive a spoonful of curry into her mouth... This. thing. is. amazing. How does someone so stinky cooked a piece of art? Note to self : Do not judge people by their smell.
Majolica went wide-eyed when her meal arrived. She hadn't exactly been sure what to expect since she'd never even had curry, but this dish looked exciting. Honestly, Majolica mainly subsisted on a diet of candy and mushroom, "witch foods" if you will, so her dietary compass wasn't exactly aligned to true north. Even so, the dish looked fun and that was enough for Majolica to get excited. "Hehehe! You took my advice and made it extra sweet! Hehehehe! This looks extra good! I bet everyone in the restaurant is jealous because they didn't get extra sweet candy curry!" Majolica stood up and addressed the restaurant. As usual, she liked attention as well as throwing her name around. It was good for people to know that there was a Grand Witch in the world, and she was it. "DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE! HEHEHE, LOOK AT ME, GRAND WITCH MAJOLICA AND MY SPECIAL CANDY CURRY! HEHEHEHE! CRY TEARS OF JEALOUSY AS I TAKE MY FIRST BITE! ONLY THE GRANDEST OF WITCHES COULD HANDLE A CURRY OF THIS PEAK SWEETNESS LEVEL! HEHEHE!" Sitting back down, The Grand Witch readied her utensils. "Hehehe, and now I'll dig in!" Taking her first bite, Majolica's face lit up. "Hehehe, it's good! Hehehe, Really good! A nice blends of different types of sweetness! Hehehe! Ivan hired a good chef! Hehehe, I'll have to get the recipe so the frogs can make it! Hehehe! DID EVERYONE HEAR ME! HEHEHE, ITS SUPER GOOD!" After her fist bite, Majolica noticed @Corvella sitting alone. Picking up her things she went over to sit by her. "Hehehe, you came here to, huh? Good! It's good that everyone supports each other, hehe, when they try and do things! That's what Witch Ops is all about! That and bringing justice to the wicked... hehehe. What kind of curry did you order? Hehe, I got the candy curry! Hehe, it's got mushrooms and everything! See, look! It's super sweet and has a nice mushroomy after taste! Hehehe!" Majolica showed Corvella her bowl, then took another bite. "Hehe, I had always thought that curry was super spicy, but I guess there are a lot of different kinds! Hehehe, I don't really like spicy foods. They hurt my mouth so I can't really enjoy them even if they taste good, hehe. You know, maybe we can all have meals here together once in a while! Hehehe, that would be fun and it would be good for Ivan's business! Hehehe, I also think a camping and training camp would be fun. With cookouts and camping and things, hehehe." Taking a break from eating, Majolica scratched her head in thought. "Hmm, hehe, maybe we can even do the training camp soon... hehehe, I've got a feeling that something evil is going to rear its head soon. Hehe, we have to be prepared to face off against it! Hehehe, that settles in then. After I finish here, I'll go back to the cottage and start working on the camping schedule! Hehehe, it will be hard work, but should also be fun! Hehehehe!" Stopping herself, Majolica looked to Corvella. "Oh, hehehe, I forgot to ask. Do you want to try a bite? Hehehe"
Stokbon. Main Street. And Janet’s Witch Ops sticker seemed to indicate that members were low on health in this establishment! As a self-proclaimed healer who’d literally never healed anyone before, Janet thought it was her duty to go investigate the cause of the trouble. Of course, I might be misreading it. The sticker was magical, not part of the game interface. Honestly, that should have meant Janet had an easier time understanding it—she still had yet to figure out how to use most of the settings the game intended—but magic was as alien to her as technology when it came down to it. She braced herself for something like a bar brawl or oppressively crushing magical energy and threw the door open. “What’s going on in here?” the girl demanded, striding in with her hands on her hips. She looked around. What was “going on” seemed to be a normal restaurant of people dining. Her jaw visibly clenched and her nostrils flared at the first wave of the curry house’s scent, an incongruous mixture of spices and sweetness and sulfur. Sulfur? She must have imagined that last one. Either way, Janet thought, ignoring whoever the current host/hostess was and striding straight into the restaurant, there were— Ah. “Hello,” she called, recognizing @Grand Witch Majolica , and @Corvella as well! To her relief, both seemed perfectly comfortable and not at all pained or injured. She must have misunderstood what the sticker was telling her. Well, now I feel silly. A little flustered, Janet looked around before crossing the last few steps and pulling up a chair at Corvella’s table, feeling like everyone was staring at her after her strange entrance. She collapsed into the seat. Now I look ridiculous. Maybe if I act like I was coming to meet them… The eighteen-year-old tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Sorry to interrupt. I picked up that several of us were here and thought something might be the matter. I guess I was wrong,” she admitted. “H-hope you don’t mind if I sit down… it’s good to see you both… eugh, what is that?” Not the most positive thing to say when pointing at someone else’s food, but it wasn’t any kind of casserole Janet was familiar with. It looked like rice and lumpy gravy. Compared to the feast they’d shared in front of Majolica’s cottage, it was like dog food. Janet turned her nose up. What’s this about camping? She’d only heard a few words before she sat down, but it seemed relevant.
Immediately, Maeve snapped out of her mind-boggling trance. "Y-Yes! I'm sorry," Maeve bowed to a 90-degree angle. "Am I too late?" She stood up straight once more, fiddling her fingers as she looked at the boss. Again, her mind raced from thought to thought, sending them through her brain. 'What in the world am I going to do? What if I'm late?' Her eyes widened by a centimeter, biting her lip. She then remembered the question shot at her, nodding. "Yes, sir, I can take care of orders! What do I have to do? Expectations, whatnot.." She mumbled the last part, scanning the room once more. She slightly raised an eyebrow at the small commotion. The redhead (Eryl Justice) and what seemed like a small boy, Darko Ljubicic, possibly about to argue. However, she assumed that the male was a worker and knew what he was doing. Her eyes traveled back to the superior, eyes expectant. Such an odd game, she thought. Chills ran down her spine as she realized that it was highly likely for these players to be entirely different in real life. From what she understood, very few used their real looks. Like her, to be exact. Well, at least she isn't older and pretending to be young. Wait-- why is she even thinking about this? This isn't the time for it! She blinked, as she probably looked a little dazed. She cleared her throat as quietly as she could, clasping her hands in front of her.
Iván shifted his gaze from @Maeve Lox to the loud knight (@Eryl Justice) when the latter broke a table. Sigh. It was just the first day and already the restaurant had its casualty. He wondered how many more tables will get broken today. Ah, well. It wouldn't be that big of a problem. He knew an Yladian or two who still owed him a favor. Both of them were in the business of carpentry. They'd save his butt. They had to. This whole thing, that broken table, was nothing a momentary distraction, nothing else. Under his mask, a smile streaked across Iván's face. @Darko Ljubicic was, as expected, doing a great job manning the stations. The familiar knight from before (@Corvella) seemed like she was enjoying her meal and the @Grand Witch Majolica was more than impressed with the sweet curry she had gotten. As soon as the Grand Witch went over to sit next to the familiar knight did Iván finally remember who she was. Well, somewhat, anyway. All that Iván could remember was the knight was with them during the Witch Ops initiation. Wasn't she the one who took the bombs from him and led the attack on the slime king? That would explain the stinky bomber comment. Although, to be fair, his mask did smell like sulfur, so it was a pretty natural conclusion. Was it? Maybe. When @Janet Reilly came in, Iván narrowed his eyes. It was beginning to look like a Witch Ops reunion. Or a Witch Ops meeting. All they needed were the two Harus. The two Brads? There were also a couple other people in that battalion, right? The only ones he could remember were the ones who had been a pain in his butt. Maybe he should join the training, camping, Majo had for them. It should be some kind of good team-building thing. Or was that a bad idea? Iván had never been good with people, which was why he was grateful he had Darko, @Jasper, and Maeve with him. Oh, right, Maeve. He turned to the only female member of the staff, as of the moment, just in time to hear her ask what she had to do. Iván narrowed his eyes at her. He had already said to take the orders. What else was she... Oh, expectations. Hmm. What did he expect of her? Probably just good things. Her pink hair meant she was a main character. That was a thing, right? Maybe. That meant she could do awesome things, be awesome, all that jazz, right? Hmm. He sighed, under his mask, and smiled, later realizing it was for naught, considering she wouldn't see it, anyway. All Maeve would see is his creepy, stinky red mask. "Just take orders. Coordinate with Darko and Jasper in the kitchen. Make people feel comfortable. Welcome them." The latter two were things Iván couldn't do himself. That was why he was glad when he found Maeve and she expressed her interest in joining the team. A pretty girl with a great figure and an even greater hair color? He lucked out. The customers would love her. She could handle the front end, greeting customers and making them feel at home in the restaurant, while he could just, simply, concentrate on his food. Darko and Jasper were great guys, but they had that sort of intimidating aura that may not be too inviting for normal customers. Well, Darko had his hat, so Iván guessed that was plus points for welcoming people, but Maeve had pink hair, so she wins. Maybe. "Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it," Iván deadpanned, with his delivery less comforting than he intended it to be. He sounded more robotic, in a creepy kind of way. "You'll do fine."
Majolica waved as @Janet Reilly walked in. She was happy that everyone seemed to be here to support Ivan's business endeavor. It was a good thing, and one of the positives of being in a team. "Hehehe! Did you come to support Ivan too? I thought it was only right as the commander that I come and visit! Hehe, then Corvella come too! Hehe, and now you're here! Sit down and order something! Hehehe, the candy curry is really good!" Majolica happily shoveled another bite down her mouth and swallowed with a big gulp. It was obvious the Grand Witch was enjoying her meal as she greedily stuffed spoon fulls of candy curry into her mouth taking breaks only to speak and wave. It was all over her mouth. "About the camping, hehehe. I was thinking we should have a training camp!" Thoughts of camping swam through Majolica's mind. She'd never actually been camping before, but she'd seen it in movies. Everyone sitting next to the camp fire, toasting marshmallows, singing songs, playing in the river, and generally relaxing. Of course this wouldn't just be a fun travel, they would be training to! Everyone needed to get stronger, a lot stronger, so strong that they could single handedly defeat whatever that monster in Naryu canyon was. Whatever was in there, wasn't to be taken lightly, but the Witch Ops had the making of a solid team so far. Haru and Janet for support and control, Ivan and Corvella in the front, the rest filling in the various other spots. Of course, there was always room for more members. Some more physically types would be good, maybe a sword-master or something. Also, some long-ranged pure mages would be good as artillery. Maybe some back-line fighters like an archer would be good as well. Majolica looked over the restaurant for any promising subjects. The waitress and the armored woman caught her eye, though she didn't know anything about the rest. The feeble waitress might be good, thought Majolica. At the very least she could work around the cottage helping the frogs clean. She didn't know anything about her fighting capabilities though, and honestly she didn't exactly look strong in that regard. Not that strength was everything, but still, she couldn't imagine her wading into a battlefield either. On the other hand, that armored woman trying to pay for her curry with dungeon loot would probably make a strong member. She looked as though she would be good in a fight, unfortunately, she also looked like she would be a handful and would break a lot of things. The frogs wouldn't be happy if they were having to constantly repair the cottage. Majolica turned back to Janet. "I don't know where we would host the game though, hehe. Maybe the mountains, or the forest, or even the beach! Hehehe, but I want it to be somewhere we can go to train and camp out and cook over a camp fire! Hehehe, that way we can practice our abilities, get stronger, and have fun doing it! Hehehe! Witch Ops works hard and plays hard! I don't really have all the details though, hehehe, I'm still thinking over where it should be and who would want to come! Also, I thought that maybe we could have some non-secret meetings here! Hehe, that way we can help Ivan's business while also eating together and talking about what we've been up to! It's good to keep in touch so we can all help each other! Hehehe. Secret meetings would need to be at the cottage though so no one can listen in though. Hehehe." Majolica gave Corvella and Janet a wink as she took another large bite. "Hehehe, has anyone talked to anyone else? Since everyone decided to show, I though Haru might show as well, hehe." @Corvella @Janet Reilly
Receiving the Menu, Horizon poured over it. She knew nothing about curry, but that didn't mean everyone else needed to know that she knew nothing about curry. Well, Horizon did know one thing, curry was known to be spicy. Horizon hated spicy things, but ordering something originally spicy as non-spicy also bugged her. It would make her seem like a kid or someone who couldn't hang with the big dogs. That was simply no good either.. Tch... I wouldn't have bothered if I knew this place was gonna be a pain in the ass... What the hell do I order...? How do I order it...? Why have I been getting periodic wafts of something that is leading me to believe that someone literally stepped in dog shit...? Horizon sighed. Well whatever, may as well dive right in. If I act belligerent enough, I'll be right even if I'm wrong... Horizon raised her right hand real snooty-like. (@Darko Ljubicic) "Oi gloomy emo gothcore waiter kid. Hey! HEEEEEEEYYY! Yeah! Over here buddy! I'm ready to order!" Horizon tossed the menu on the counter in front of her. "Get me some chocolate curry, extra rice, pronto. I know this place is starting to get busy, but i'm starving here. So show me whatcha got, yeah? Much obliged." Feeling a gaze, Horizon glanced in a hooded ranger's direction. The hell? They checkin' out my ass? Well whatever, drink it in sweet heart. Horizon left it at that before pulling up a chair next to an acquaintance that she wasn't exactly sure that she'd want to talk to. (@Grand Witch Majolica) Horizon wasn't one to shy away from unpleasantness, however. Rather than shy away from an irritant, she'd much rather just grin and bear it. Maybe pack some eye-drops before, but well, you get the point. Regardless, in Horizon's eyes, Majolica really wasn't a bad kid. Just kind of a pain. Of course, Horizon considering Majolica a kid is a bit of a stretch, considering that Horizon is actually younger. Just as well. The spacesuit approached the witch. "Hahaha what the hell is that? Oi, Majolica, are you crazy? How can you eat that garbage? You're gonna be stuck on the toilet later, ya know? Straight ass cancer in 30 years." Horizon plopped into her new seat making herself at home no matter how uninvited. It wasn't very clear if Horizen meant to hyphenate 'ass' to 'straight' or 'cancer'.
Majolica looked up from her meal to see a familiar face... or lack of face... helmet. "Hehehe, well look who it is, hehe, the little trouble making Space Goblin. Hehe, so what have you been up to Space Goblin? Getting beat up by towns people with pitch forks? Hehehe. Don't make me have to arrest you again! And also, this is a delicious candy curry, created and invented just for me! Grand Witch Majolica! Hehehe, so keep your comments to yourself! Hehe, unless you're just dying to get cursed again? Hehehe, if you really want me to force you into hopping like a bunny to get around for the rest of your days, hehe, I can definitely do that for you." Majolica looked to see if the Space Goblin was alone or had come with people. "You're not causing any trouble here are you? Hehe, I'll have you know that this restaurant belong to my ally and I"m here with the rest of my group to support him! So, hehe, if you mess anything up, I'll have to arrest you again! To put things plainly, if you break something, that's a curse. If you start trouble with someone, that's a curse. Hehehe, and if you don't pay for your mean, hehe, you better believe that's a cursing! Hehehe!" Eyes lighting up with an idea, Majolica grinned at the Space Bandit. "Hehehe, in fact, why don't you sit down right there. That way, hehe, I can be sure to keep an eye on you so you don't go starting any trouble! Hehehe, trouble making Space Goblin." Holding out her hand to a nearby empty chair, Majolica magically pulled it to the Space Goblin's (@HORIZON ) side. "Hehehe, there. Now sit and nicely order your meal... hehehe."
"I hope I'll be fine.." Maeve mumbled, nodding with a small smile. She did notice the smell being emitted from the male in front of her, causing her to almost scrunch her nose. However, she did not as she portrayed it rude. "I'll do my best, sir!" She bowed once more. "Have the customers here already been taken care of regarding orders?" She hummed in questioning, looking at the tables.. and the one broken. She let out a small 'oh'. Her eyes lingered on the teen male, thinking about which one he would be. "That's Darko... I assume?" She mumbled, looking back at the empty void of what seemed like sunglasses (Iván Carl). 'Okay.. welcome customers, take orders. I can also help out back in the kitchen if I need to, I guess. Make sure customers are okay, assure their happiness? That's something I presume I should be doing.. Wait. Am I the only female in the crew as of the present? Oh.. crap. Might I be? No point in complaining now, huh?' She deadpanned, her facial expression shifting by the slightest. She then forced her face into a neutral state, humming to herself. She was actually pretty happy to greet people and do more of the talking, as she was pretty good at that. Come on, she was pretty polite. She's better at socializing than she is staying quiet without effort, so this should be pretty easy... right? Whatever, she could handle herself. She's an independent woman. She did her best to listen to what was going on around her as she waited for the response. She could pick up shouting and whatnot. Sounds like a typical bar or something. Well, it was a restaurant that was still starting up, so she's actually pretty happy about that. 'Better I joined the crew while this was starting up, I can assume that all of us would need some team building activities in the near future. If I joined later, I would probably mess up from the pressure of being new and cause some crisis for myself... and the other crew members.'
Poor Corvella—Majolica joins her table and suddenly all the Ops Commander’s various lackeys were pulling up chairs as well. “Iván’s here?” Janet looked around and failed to spot the Bound Prince, giving up and returning her attention to the pink-haired witch. “Wait, are you telling me Iván owns this establishment?” Astonished, the brunette rocked back in her chair. She couldn’t help but think back to the first time she’d encountered the shady-looking man sitting on a dock at Druuk Island, searching for a wristwatch… but anyway. “I’m floored.” How astonishing. How did one start a business in this world? That wasn’t something people could ordinarily just up and start in the real world, after all. Or was it? Disturbed by all the possibilities, Janet decided it was better to taste first and think later. “Excuse me? I need to see a menu,” she called with authority, raising one hand in the air for attention. The teen turned her upper body, resting a well-muscled arm on the back of the chair as she looked around for a waiter or waitress. Her strict gaze speared @Maeve Lox , summoning the sweet-looking employee with the commanding stare that somehow only soccer moms about to demand to see a manager can pull off. Turning back to Majolica in the meanwhile, Janet nodded along. “A training camp might be useful,” she mused, crossing her arms. Why, they could exchange thoughts and techniques—Haru had already helped her with some nature magic, surely there were others who would be willing to cross-examine methods. “It would be good for team building, too. Yes!” She’d gone to a team-building session once in real life and had absolutely detested it, but hopefully Majolica would be better in control of the situation (though since she’d let a talking owl turn a gigantic slime on them as part of their initiation, Janet was a little skeptical.) “I’ll think about it as well, I-I haven’t explored very much, so I wouldn’t know either,” the brunette admitted, a little self-conscious about the fact that she always stayed so close to Honeyhome. She had a horse, she should be riding all over the place. As for Iván’s business… well, she was happy to support him if the food was edible (which its appearance and scent certainly did not seem to favor) but she’d leave that judgment until she could actually taste it. “The atmosphere isn’t bad,” Janet admitted, tapping her toe while she waited for the waitress. “It would be wonderful to see Haru! I haven't since we woke up at the Canyon.” She hoped nothing had happened to the Guide... The eighteen-year-old did her best to focus on the menu as Majolica greeted who Janet presumed was another friend of hers (the 'hehehe' laugh sounded positive overall). She chose the simplest-looking item. Of course, it couldn’t be simple. “I’d like to have the Brown Curry, please, but I don’t want onion. Could you substitute something else? And I want it very mild, nothing spicy. Actually, maybe just a little spice. But on the side, so I can add it if I want.” As if that was a reasonable order, Janet handed her menu back with a businesslike air.
The First Troublemaker: @Eryl Justice As Darko was about to come back to the counter, he then heard a shout coming from the direction of the redhead. He then turned towards the person, his face still smug as always. 'Sassy Vagrant' was what she addressed him with? He then walked towards the table of the redhead. She seemed to be scrounging her rucksack for something, and after some amount of time, finally arrived on something as he set it on the table. It was a goblet, made of something like brass or gold, with markings and characters of a tribal origin. Suspecting something, Darko picked up the goblet, and, using his knowledge in creating magic tools, examined the goblet. It seemed to have a residual magic left in it, indicating that it was used once to conduct magic and can be used again. Picking up the receipt on the table after placing the goblet in his inventory, Darko said, "It seemed that someone finally understood." The receipt was suddenly eaten by black magic and vanished without a trace. He then got something from his left trouser pocket, and they looked like a deck of cards. Darko then got seven cards and then placed it on the table. "All-you-can-eat cards for original recipe curry, strictly one person per use only. And please, take that dirty helmet with you when you leave, I would not want to spend a lot on cleaning services. I will serve your order right away." He then moved back to the kitchen, and after a few seconds, returned with the same sparkling plate. This time, when he served the plate, it was a generous serving of curry and rice. "Bon appetit. Let me know if you need a second helping." He then turned his back after he said those words, and, tipping his hat, he then said, "Sassy vagrant? Sounds very fitting for me." He then moved towards Ivan and the new employee. He then passed a bag of coins towards Ivan, and then said, "Payment for broken table and eight all-you-can-eat orders." He then turned towards the new employee. The New Employee: @Maeve Lox "So this is the new employee right?" Darko said to Ivan. "All right, Maeve Lox, next time be sure to arrive early, the brews needed to be on point tomorrow, as we would not want to eighty-six some of the items in the menu just because of the tardiness of one person. The name is Darko Ljubicic, sous-chef. All right, as Ivan said, most of your work would be outside the kitchen, welcoming customers and making them feel at home. However, if you rub into trouble with one of the customers, just call me and I will be the one who will serve them. Do not worry much about the kitchen, the owner here can handle a good amount of the work much better than I can and I am here to help. Well then, you can handle the others; the redhead and the astronaut..." He then trailed as he saw a woman barge in from the door. "...and also the woman in there will be my assignment. Well then, good luck." He then tipped his hat in deference before he went to the woman who just entered. The Troublemaker Number Two: @Janet Reilly One of the things Darko hated the most was not that much about a person that barged within their shop, which could render the door unuseable if the push was too hard, but that she was disgusted with the dishes that either he had created, or that he had adjudicated to be very good. And now she wanted a custom-made dish? Well looks like there's a food critic here, and Darko was up to the task. When Janet signaled Maeve to come to him. he said to Maeve, "I will handle it." He then moved towards Janet, and then said, "All right, so a brown curry with no onions and a little amount of spice? It should be better if I change the recipe a little bit, so that it still will taste good even without onions and lesser fire, something like a rogan josh. I will serve it with a paste of unseeded chili, so you can add fire to the dish as much as you like." He then went to the kitchen, and was in the middle of preparing something when another order came up. The Annoying Astronaut, @HORIZON As the astronaut shouted, referring to a 'gloomy emo gothcore waiter kid,' he know he was the person who the astronaut was referring to, and so he moved out of the kitchen. Fortunately, the rogan josh was in the final stages of cooking, and the longer it was cooked in that method, the better it would taste. Since it was this astronaut who was their first customer, he would serve them first. All right, so it was the chocolate curry the astronaut ordered? The thing was Darko's own specialty: the fusion of the original curry with the similar Mexican mole. As he had the dish at the ready, he served it immediately after a few seconds, and the heavy smell of chocolate being a vehicle of the lighter smells of the herbs wafted around like a choral symphony as he was serving the dish. It was dark in color, much like chocolate, and as always, the amount is quite generous as it was served with rice. It was milder to the palate than the regular curry, but still packed with the aroma of the spice every bite. "Bon appetit," he said as he served the dish, and then moved towards the kitchen again to serve the "critic"'s order. The Troublemaker Number Two, concluded What he had brought this time was a small clay pot on a wicker plate and a small plate of chili paste on a wooden tray, the pot sealed with dough. He then placed the pot on the table, and then said, "The honor of the opening of the seal of course is for the lady." If the woman obliged, an explosion of aroma would befall on the whole restaurant, revealing a brown-red lamb curry cooked to perfection. "It is better to be eaten with the dough, as it tastes great from being used as a cover. Well then, bon appetit." He then said as he moved back to the kitchen.
Maeve nodded at Darko Ljubicic, grunting at herself from the scolding. "Yes, knew it. I'm late. Well, sir, you can answer my questions later... I need to get on with my job for the time being. Maeve simply bowed the slightest way, however still noticeable, and continued to circle the restaurant. She wasn't really expecting anyone to either know her or need her, considering she was late and new. For now, there really wasn't anything she needed or could do. She could come a little early next time to assure her attendance, she knew that. 'I need to be early, brewing is necessary for me to do, most likely. Probably only I can do it for now... Oh, I also need to be less awkward. I seem like I'm in a nutshell, covering myself up with a shield that can only last for so long.-- Why am I going into these thoughts again?' She blinked rapidly for a second, getting her mind back together for the millionth time. 'Stupid first-day jitters...' Maeve kept on a subtle smile as she walked, her hands swinging normally at her sides. At this point, who knew what she was doing? She thought she probably gave off the wrong vibe, maybe it's just her worry seeping in. After all, she did worry about things no matter how much she tried not to. She could smell the aromas of various curries making its way through the air, causing her to smile a little bigger. Maybe she'd been lucky to get accepted into a place like this. It reminded her of a bar, but way less rowdy. Some yelling, sarcasm in the air, and different types of people gathering in one place to enjoy one thing instead of alcohol-- curry. The variations and differences of curry did remind her of alcohol. One general term with many branches. Sighing to herself, she continued on with her waiting game, really wanting to do this job. So she thought to herself, 'Time to not screw this up!'.
Iván tilted his head to one side at @Maeve Lox ’s question. Oh, that’s right! I haven’t introduced them yet. He turned to @Darko Ljubicic just in time for him to assume Maeve’s identity. “This is Darko,” Iván simply stated before turning back to Maeve. “This is Maeve.” He let Darko go over all the things the man in the top hat wanted to go over. “If you need anything,” Iván winked at Maeve from behind his mask, scowling immediately after realizing she wouldn’t have been able to see it. Welp, there goes his attempts to be friendlier. “…feel free to bother Darko.” "Hello," Iván deadpanned, appearing right beside @Janet Reilly who was with the other Witch Ops members, including their Battalion Commander, the @Grand Witch Majolica. “I am here.” Even if someone offered him a seat, he would stay standing. He didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred it. As the head chef and owner of the fine establishment, standing all day was one of the things he needed to master. “I heard something about camping. I am in.” Space Goblin? So it’s not Alpha then. Iván heaved a sigh of relief but that relief was quickly put out when the Space Goblin and the Grand Witch started to argue with each other. Oh, no. I hope they don’t destroy the curry house. It’s still too early for any explosions to happen. Iván wasn’t worried about the Space Goblin turning out to be a threat. Majolica was right in implying they had the numbers advantage in that fight. What he was worried about was getting his restaurant destroyed in the process. Like that giant king slime back in the forest during the Initiation. He kept his eyes on the tiny astronaut girl just in case. He wondered if anyone else was going to come. Hopefully not the woman who punched him in the face for trying to save her. She should be banned from this place, from being near Iván. Then again, he didn’t want to risk alienating more money. He had three people to feed.
Suddenly people start ganging up on her table, and not to her surprise, the Witch Ops! Looks like Majolica's magic sticker is a good charm for the curry business. Majolica came to her table and start offering a bite of her special... candy curry? Does this place offer custom orders, too? There's too much question in a single visit. "Ah, thank you but no, Majolica. I don't quite like candies, hehehe." Corvella rejected @Grand Witch Majolica's weird curry offer, hoping that she doesn't sound like a bad person in front of Majolica (because apparently bad people do not like candies). Not long after the blonde took another mouthful of her in-fact-not-spicy curry, another member of Witch Ops came through the door. Apparently auntie person @Janet Reilly thought that there were some danger involved because so many members of Witch Ops were stacked in this place. She joined their table after realizing the mistake. "Of course! Sit here." Corvella was taking another bite as Janet asked a question about the food, which she herself cannot quite answer "Uh, curry? Curry, I think." The wine were top-class too (This is why she could never save up to buy casual clothing). Slowly sipping on the rosé, she noticed a pink-haired girl that could be also a worker in the curry place. The table soon turned into another Witch Ops meet, with them discussing about training camps and games, all while enjoying the good foods. "Oh! I like camping! Beach is also fine, too! We can arrange a travel together, just don't forget to notify Brad and the other Brad." While speaking about beach, the blonde looked at @Iván Carl. There's no way he would dress like that to the beach, right? Then again, it might a machine that's inside, or squirrels.
"What can I get you?" he said (@Iván Carl) a couple minutes ago! Leaving the young and hungry archer sitting on the counter without anything in front of her than an empty wooden table as she watched the delicious plates filled with aroma and ingredients, coming from the kitchen and being placed on to the recently...I repeat...RECENTLY joined costumers! And Rias was one of the first who entered. With her chin against her hand she sighed letting her body fall on the counter depressed, black-purple like flames were floating above her as the room became darker and the only light was on her. In her head. "Am I asking for too much...? Just a plate of delicious curry to satisfy my limited needs in this game..." muttering quietly she noticed the the stinky scent was gone, thank god because it was hard to pretend that it didn't bother her, but she found herself in need for his presence now that she wasn't served and since he was the owner of this tavern he could probably do something about it. She noticed him around a few people and wondered if it was the right time to approach since they seemed to have an important conversation. That's when her stomach growled and she looked down placing her hand on her belly. "I know you're hungry, I am too. Let's talk to that stinky Owner!" she spoke to her hungry stomach and stood up rushing over to his side waiting for the right moment to tap his shoulder. "Excuse me...eh...you know I have been waiting for someone to take my order for quite a while now and nobody came...so I am pretty hungry and impatient. Could you ask someone to serve me...or I will rot on your counter~" not wanting to sound mean Rias decided to make a joke, she didn't realise it sounded a bit dark but all she wanted was some food and a drink. With her eyes looking straight in his goggles she was ready to devour someone and trust me...there were a lot of people in this tavern already!
