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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/30/2017 5:06:14 AM
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“What, you’ve met them before?” Cammy inquired curiously, looking at Orion as they arrived at the general location of the restaurant.
The restaurant was indeed intact, and in very good shape, actually. It was a small cottage, with brick walls and a wooden roof. It was a ways away from the Trayvens, and it looked as though the gap between the restaurant and the soldiers wasn’t going to be closing any time soon; whether the Trayvens didn’t want to go there, or the restaurant didn’t want them there, was up to inference.
Entering the restaurant, the place was empty, despite it being about dinnertime. Perhaps news about the restaurant hadn’t spread as far as Cammy’d initially thought?
Regardless, a pretty waitress would come to greet the two of them. She was a redhead, and quite appealing to the eye.
“Hello, for two?” She asked with a smile.
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"Met? No, no. Never bothered to strike up a conversation, but I've seen their handiwork and their cause in action. They beat down brawlers, cut off the hands of thieves.. there was an execution recently that they conducted, some murderer. Specifically decapitation.. ...sorry. But I wouldn't get on their bad sides, they seem.. dark, underneath all of that purple and gold." [i]Orion took some notice to the restaurant's apparent secludedness, looking for anyone else that was there, before his eyes rested upon the waitress. He would let Cammy handle it - she seemed to know the place.. well, not really - in truth, he was still awkward as all hell.[/i]
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“Yeah, for two,” Cammy replied to the waitress, and they were led to a table set up for two. They were given rather shabby menus; paper, without lamination or any kind of casing. The menu was rather empty as well; it seemed like the restaurant simply threw together the most iconic meals into one menu; it was difficult to tell if the place was a fast food restaurant, Italian restaurant, Chinese restaurant, or whatever other international cuisine the menu might’ve listed. The table set up gave each of them a wineglass, napkin, and utensils. At least, despite the restaurant’s appearances, the table set up was clean. As the waitressed left them to give the two time to order, Cammy continued their conversation. “Well, I probably wouldn’t go near them either way. Those soldiers [i]do[/i] look frightening,” She stated as her eyes scanned the menu for something that caught her eye. Knowing Cammy, it’d probably be something vegetarian and lame.
