He walked in. Piano immediately stared mewing and running to Claude...his.....mew-mmy. Piano climbed up her pantleg and up to her chest. Oniyan approached afterwards.
Lucania wandered in, staring at something on his phone, as he approached the counter. Then he looked up from it and held it up, "Hey, sorry if this is a bad time, but I'd like to order."
The phone had a text message from some kind of messenger app, the contact's name was "uncle 🪄" and the text message said "Luca, could you pick me up a bottle of whiskey? show them this message so they'll know you aren't just a rebellious teen trying to get a drink. the money for it is on the kitchen counter, be sure to pick it up on your way out."
Lucania spoke up, "I need a small bottle of whiskey, I have the money for it, it's for my Uncle." He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out some money, placing it on the counter.
The phone had a text message from some kind of messenger app, the contact's name was "uncle 🪄" and the text message said "Luca, could you pick me up a bottle of whiskey? show them this message so they'll know you aren't just a rebellious teen trying to get a drink. the money for it is on the kitchen counter, be sure to pick it up on your way out."
Lucania spoke up, "I need a small bottle of whiskey, I have the money for it, it's for my Uncle." He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out some money, placing it on the counter.
Claude picks up Piano and starts to pet him, occasionally rubbing behind his ears. "Hey, Oni." She gave a quick kiss him on the cheek.
"Now if you agree, we can sign an contract which in nutshell for your safety," she said to Tolmeron. "So you can guarantee I won't cheat you out of anything, because only scummiest of people break contracts."
"Now if you agree, we can sign an contract which in nutshell for your safety," she said to Tolmeron. "So you can guarantee I won't cheat you out of anything, because only scummiest of people break contracts."
Lucania Accendino Være-Magisk wrote:
Lucania wandered in, staring at something on his phone, as he approached the counter. Then he looked up from it and held it up, "Hey, sorry if this is a bad time, but I'd like to order."
The phone had a text message from some kind of messenger app, the contact's name was "uncle 🪄" and the text message said "Luca, could you pick me up a bottle of whiskey? show them this message so they'll know you aren't just a rebellious teen trying to get a drink. the money for it is on the kitchen counter, be sure to pick it up on your way out."
Lucania spoke up, "I need a small bottle of whiskey, I have the money for it, it's for my Uncle." He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out some money, placing it on the counter.
The phone had a text message from some kind of messenger app, the contact's name was "uncle 🪄" and the text message said "Luca, could you pick me up a bottle of whiskey? show them this message so they'll know you aren't just a rebellious teen trying to get a drink. the money for it is on the kitchen counter, be sure to pick it up on your way out."
Lucania spoke up, "I need a small bottle of whiskey, I have the money for it, it's for my Uncle." He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out some money, placing it on the counter.
Claude stared at Lucania with blank expression. "Jeez, you don't even look old enough to get a drivers license. According to my Unc and the fact this isn't the 80s up in here, I can't sell it to ya."
"Now, scram and find something else."
((Ironic thing is that Claude is from the 80s. I do know about the note thing from my dad and nana.))
Lucania furrowed his brow at Claude, lowering the phone, before eventually just putting it back in his pocket. "Damn it." Lucania crossed his arms, glaring at Lucania, before turning on his heel, getting ready to walk out, but he stopped, and without turning back around, he gently snapped his finger and suddenly one of the wine glasses turned into a frog and croaked loudly before hopping off the table, startling a few of the customers.
The money he left on the counter magically disappeared too.
Lucania then quickly went back to walking again towards the door, trying to flee the scene, with a smirk on his face. He knew damn well he wasn't supposed to use his magic in public, but.. it was too fun to mess with people using it.
The money he left on the counter magically disappeared too.
Lucania then quickly went back to walking again towards the door, trying to flee the scene, with a smirk on his face. He knew damn well he wasn't supposed to use his magic in public, but.. it was too fun to mess with people using it.
(( The ironic thing is, he was actually telling the truth LOL
But that's why I left it kind of vague on whether it was a real note or not, to see what kind of reactions it could get and what kind of silly trouble Lucania could get into.
))
But that's why I left it kind of vague on whether it was a real note or not, to see what kind of reactions it could get and what kind of silly trouble Lucania could get into.
))
It didn't take her long to notice one of the wine bottles are missing. "Halt, young mister!" Claude shouted after Lucania.
Lucania then darted towards the door quickly upon hearing Claude shout, attempting to open it before anyone could catch him, but he was fumbling to open the door.
Claude placed Piano on the counter and slid over the bar counter. She power walked up to Lucania.
"Can't leave with merchandise. Hand it over."
"Can't leave with merchandise. Hand it over."
Lucania's hands slipped off the door's handle and then he held his hands up.
"I don't have anything!" Lucania stated, fighting a smirk back.
The frog croaked and hopped past the two.
The frog was the wine bottle..
"I don't have anything!" Lucania stated, fighting a smirk back.
The frog croaked and hopped past the two.
The frog was the wine bottle..
"A frog? Why you, meddling little brat?" Claude looked quite annoyed again.
"Now, scram! And tell your probably hangover uncle to came in next time and buy it himself."
"Now, scram! And tell your probably hangover uncle to came in next time and buy it himself."
Lucania flinched, then snapped at her. "Hey! Don't talk bad about my uncle, you.. you.." Lucania struggled to find his words, and seemed a bit embarrassed that he couldn't think of anything to call her.
Suddenly, out of a purple smoke, appeared a tall man with long, dark brown hair with hints of grey in it, and a long cape and a nice, formal suit and tie outfit. "Luca."
Lucania froze and looked up at him. "Uncle, I-"
The uncle sighed and seen the frog, then snapped his fingers and the frog turned back into a wine bottle. "Please excuse him, I'm the one who sent him, I should have came here instead."
Lucania frowned, and then he was scooped into his uncle's strong arms. The uncle seemed to have no problem holding the teen.
"She called you probably hangover!" Lucania stated.
The uncle gently placed his finger on Lucania's lips, telling him to be quiet, then grabbed the wine bottle off the floor and handed his back to Claude.
Lucania hung onto his uncle's neck like a baby koala bear, but, like, a grumpy baby koala bear.
Suddenly, out of a purple smoke, appeared a tall man with long, dark brown hair with hints of grey in it, and a long cape and a nice, formal suit and tie outfit. "Luca."
Lucania froze and looked up at him. "Uncle, I-"
The uncle sighed and seen the frog, then snapped his fingers and the frog turned back into a wine bottle. "Please excuse him, I'm the one who sent him, I should have came here instead."
Lucania frowned, and then he was scooped into his uncle's strong arms. The uncle seemed to have no problem holding the teen.
"She called you probably hangover!" Lucania stated.
The uncle gently placed his finger on Lucania's lips, telling him to be quiet, then grabbed the wine bottle off the floor and handed his back to Claude.
Lucania hung onto his uncle's neck like a baby koala bear, but, like, a grumpy baby koala bear.
Claude chuckled at the boy trying to defend his uncle's honor. Speaking of the devil, she saw an mysterious man coming out of the purple smoke.
Claude briefly coughed from the smoke but overall stood her ground. "Well, my Unc wouldn't appreciate me selling to a kid anyways."
Seeing the frog turned into the fought over wine bottle, Claude smirked. "We can make a deal for the wine bottle."
Claude briefly coughed from the smoke but overall stood her ground. "Well, my Unc wouldn't appreciate me selling to a kid anyways."
Seeing the frog turned into the fought over wine bottle, Claude smirked. "We can make a deal for the wine bottle."
Tolmeron stares at Claude. "Ma'am, we are a brotherhood of genetically engineered super soldiers. Paying off couriers because we confiscated cursed relics from them is not in our business. Just be happy that you are alive." He hands the box over to Mathius. "Hagios will use the warp to try and divine the nature of the threat we are dealing with. Once he's provided us with the information we need, we can act."
"I see two cults…the one with the woman who had the gloves is of little concern to us. But the other…the boy…their goddess…Mathius is right. There is a great terror within, and it is coming for us all…" The Dreadnought suddenly starts glowing. "REMOVE YOUR PRESENCE FROM MY MIND, CREATURE OF THE EMPYREAN!" There is then a sound so terrible it cannot be described, and the Dreadnought's sarcophagus explodes.
"Well, I think that clearly defines the nature of our enemy."
Tolmeron wrote:
Tolmeron stares at Claude. "Ma'am, we are a brotherhood of genetically engineered super soldiers. Paying off couriers because we confiscated cursed relics from them is not in our business. Just be happy that you are alive." He hands the box over to Mathius. "Hagios will use the warp to try and divine the nature of the threat we are dealing with. Once he's provided us with the information we need, we can act."
Charlie walks up to the soldier. "Sir, kindly pay my cousin back, or give her the gloves. I can vouch for her as a trustworthy individual, I assure you she isn't going to be using those for anything evil. If need be, I will scan them myself. It will provide far more results than whatever scanners you have.""
"Financial compensation will be arranged with regards to the gloves, but we will maintain custody of them as they are a potentially dangerous item connected with a dangerous cult. Although the other cult is of more concern to us, as their goddess has managed to slay our Librarian after his attempt to analyze the nature of the threat."
"If you could provide the finacial compensation now, and let me do a scan of the gloves, that would be lovely, sir. My cousin clearly needs them, so I intend to make a duplicate copy, hopefully without any possible... malware, lets call it, the cult my have put in them."
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