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Post by Puck on Jul 6, 2016 22:57:09 GMT
"It would be my pleasure to do so, Madam." a voice replied cutting in before Hua could reply. If the regal voice didn't alert the group of her presence, then the soft clacking noise of her footsteps did. If their eyes tracked back towards the source of the noise, they would see a figure of black slowly advancing towards them in a leisurely manner with what seemed to be a riding crop sticking out of her crossed arms. She was arrayed in a Victorian-esque dress, which accentuated her very presence in the establishment. Her presence commanded attention as what was left for patrons, other than the squabbling group, laid their very eyes on her and found themselves glued there. Every maid that was present had stopped what they were doing to bow or curtsy towards her, a sign of their obedience to their true Mistress. Nearly everyone in the room knew who she was. They respected and feared her for many reasons, most being common ones in fact. Many of the cafe's staff were stiff and almost rigid at first, before returning back to their station as they hoped to never garner her attention towards them. And they all pitied the klutzy girl of a Ki Artist.  "Before I do so, however, is there a problem?"
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Post by Tulf on Jul 10, 2016 1:45:32 GMT
 The sudden outburst in return from ‘Master Belle’ only further ruined Hua’s mood – while she certainly had a lot of patience, this sort of childish attitude from someone trying to convince her he was from the CIA and was some sort of hitman was really grating with her. She’d handled these sorts of egotistical kids before… they never treated the staff right, much less someone who stuck out like her. Teenagers these days… give them a suit for one night and they start saying they’re IACSB professionals who kill Mystic Kind on sight and wield dual swords. Honestly, did people not know that most of their jobs were just desk work? She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes at the pitiful tirade, but didn’t lash out any further. ”Mister Belle, you’re currently lecturing everyone in this room about your job rather than doing it, so please calm down and think about what you’re saying before you embarrass yourself.” remarked Hua glumly, now just seeming disappointed rather than annoyed; ”When you’re done talking about morality, it would be awfully nice if you could just apologise to the other pat-“Suddenly, Hua would stop; as a familiar icy presence fell over her – practically a shadow. Her eyes glazed over a bit, and her teeth clenched in worry… very slowly, the maid would turn around to meet the clacking heels behind her, awkwardly hesitating in terror before giving a hasty curtsy. Well, if she was going to lose her job, she ought to do it with dignity. A Ki Artist unable to take care of a job as a waitress. This really was a mockery. Maybe she ought to just go home – Thankfully, the lady would show some mercy; handling Katsumi’s request with utmost ease. Hua was jealous of such poise. Kindness, gentleness, and love were all things dear to her, but sometimes she couldn’t help but envy the other way. Utmost discipline and power… it seemed crazy for a martial artist like herself to be intimidated by this lady, but even her vindictive family didn’t get close to the sheer presence of the café’s owner. ”W-Well, it’s – There’s – I-I’m sorry, and…” stammered Hua, glancing around hastily in the hopes of finding an easy escape – this wasn’t the first time she’d been in this situation, but usually it was solely the fault of her clumsiness rather than… well, rather than batshit insane customers. ”I’ll just – I’ll just get Mister Belle his coffee!” |
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Post by YammaY on Jul 10, 2016 3:49:32 GMT
Zell took a deep breath. A vein was bulging from his forehead. He really needed to keep calm. Really, really needed to keep calm. He was trying to keep his breathing under control, and was mostly succeeding at breathing deep breaths from his diaphragm to keep a level head. "Hua. Stop right there." Zell commanded, not just ordered but commanded. "Before you get that coffee I have something to show you." he was utterly done with this shit now. Had Hua not turned around and insisted on calling him Belle twice more, he'd be fine with her just going and getting the coffee. This however, this was going beyond the absurd now.
He was beyond angry at this point. Angry enough that was actively trying to make himself be calm just so he didn't punch someone. Zell took out his wallet and took out his I.D., a person credit card, a bank debit card, and a credit card he had for work expenses which was clearly emblazoned with the IACSB logo.
"I want you to look at all these cards. Look at them. Read them. Look at them very carefully." Zell said, trying his hardest to be as clear and calm as possible, which was difficult given the fact that he really just wanted to shout at Hua. In spite of his calm tone, he was very visibly shaking.
"Now to further demonstrate my point, you appear to think I'm some sort of well known repeat customer. I have never been here. I'm pretty sure this authority figure here could confirm that for you. If not that I've never been here, at least that I'm not some notorious repeat customer."
"Now, from reading these cards, I'm sure you can at the very least glean that I work for the IACSB currently, that my name is, in fact, Zell Ophiucus, as ridiculous as it sounds, and that I am 22, Blood Type AB, Height 5'3" etc. Or I forged it all. I went through the trouble of forging all these fucking pieces of plastic just to look like someone I'm not to go to some sort of fetish cafe. At least between the behavior of everyone I've encountered so far and the fact that coffee is apparently a code word for Jack and Coke, I can only assume this a fetish cafe."
"You may be asking me 'well, why didn't you get this all out in the first place, wouldn't that be reasonable?' Well, it would be more reasonable if my identity were confirmed before it was assumed in the first place, now wouldn't it?"
"Regardless of whether you believe anything else I said, I want you aware of how horribly you have fucked up and why exactly I am incensed. I came here for coffee. I just wanted a nice cup of coffee. I had no prior knowledge of what this place was other than a cafe. I walk in, am immediately told who I am, and upon ordering coffee and am given a Jack and coke. Beyond the fact that a Jack and Coke is not coffee, I loathe Jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey with the depth of all my being." Zell said. "You also sit me with a massive ignoramus who thinks I care what her martial arts school is and apparently does't understand no, I am not a soulless robot, I just think you're a fucking tool. And most people you introduce yourself to using your martial arts school as if its part of your name will too."
Zell paused to take a deep breath. "Since apparently actually showing how angry you are and trying to express your frustrations at being lectured about what your job is by a maid who can't get your order or name right gets you more derision, I will just let the facts sink in. If you believe me, fantastic. If not, you are the single biggest moron I have encountered in quite some time and given the fact that your employer seems relatively reasonable, that does not bode well. My point was not that you should be scared of me or respect me. I could really, honestly care less as long as you call me the right name and get me the coffee I ordered. My point was you're a horrible judge of character and I was frankly hoping that I would just be kicked out instead of just be called Belle two times more. I can give you proof for everything I told you, but not in polite company and not on such short notice."
The calm facade started to crack as his face twitched slightly. "Now go get the coffee I ordered in the first place you stubborn, boneheaded cow, and I might actually pay for the trouble I've gotten so far for daring to walk in here and want what I ordered. And you know what? Bring some acetaminophen too." Zell stated. "And if you call me Belle one more time, well, I'm not paying for any of it and you can put it on this Belle's tip instead and explain this whole situation to him later. If you're so certain we're the same person, you should have no problem with that."
Zell slowly turned to he person he could only assume was the proprietor of the cafe with an extremely forced smile that was beginning to crack into a grimace. "For the record, I ordered coffee and doughnuts. So far I have gotten the doughnuts. Assuming I actually get the coffee I will pay for the coffee and doughnuts, I will not, however, be paying for the Jack and Coke that I did not order or any extra services resulting from my mistaken identity." Zell stated. "Now, I am not a pleasant person. I understand this, but should you want my repeat patronage, it would be to your advantage to give me some form of incentive or compensation as to why I should, given my experience thus far. Should you want me out of your cafe as soon as I finish my coffee, fine, I understand. I will not return. I have no reason to return and will never bother you again as this is the most difficult and annoying order for coffee I have ever undertaken. It has so far taken half an hour to make the waitress stop confusing B and Z."
Zell then turned to Katsumi. "Now, you are an arrogant, stubborn piece of crap. You did however make a logical choice in attempting to move. It benefits us both. I applaud that. You are, however still an arrogant, stubborn piece of crap. I tell you this, not out of spite, but because should we work together, I will only put up with results that match your attitude and your have set a very, very high bar."
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Post by Restkastel on Jul 15, 2016 21:45:18 GMT
 I wanted to say so much about what this little twerp was saying, but I did not find it appropriate to butt in and make myself look bad in doing so. A decent bit of what he said was quite correct, but he was being such an ass about it that I had no pity for him and didn't want to say too much about it. While I had no problem with my own service, besides having to sit with him, he seemed to have a rather bad time thanks to his case of mistaken identity and generally terrible demeanor. Deciding to at least reply to his jab at me, I said, "Don't worry. I hold my own work to a high standard as well. And I expect as much from you if you're going to lecture and be as venemous as you are, so I assure you the feeling is quite mutual." Turning to the manager, I decided to give my input on the situation to her and how i found my service. "Besides my unfortunate seating with this rather... acidic individual I have had no trouble with Hua's service, in fact I am more than happy with this place and will definitely coming back another time, though I would very much appreciate a seat somewhere else at the moment, though I would appreciate it if I could still have Hua as my waitress," I said giving a bit of a pause before continuing, If that is alright with you as the owner that is, I would not want to make too much trouble for you. This is quite the fine place you are running, if a tad stuffier than the places in my homeland."With that said, I really didn't have much to say about the rest of what he had said, I just wanted to enjoy the rest of my time here without having to sit with Zell. |
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Post by Puck on Jul 22, 2016 14:54:11 GMT
Arianne only gave a nod at the retreating Hua, but apparently the silver-headed customer's irate nature commanded her to stop. The proprietress eyed the boy with faint attention, but she was less interested with the spiel that was spilling out through his lips. A mistake in identity? That sure sounded like her, perhaps another 'discussion' about her performance would need to be made. As the boy finally finished his rant, she nodded at her to go get them, "You will find the drug in the back near the closet, dear."
Assuming the little maid of a Ki Artist went to apply herself elsewhere, Arianne redirected her attention back to her two rowdiest customers. But as they were about to make a rude jab at each other, a loud smack echoed the entire room as the riding crop, that had been resting beside her figure, had finally whacked at the table without harming any of them while also interrupting their next verbal bout. Everyone inside the place had flinched. She had an awfully kind smile gracing her features. But the two patrons would soon realize there was something... quite wrong. They could sense an air of displeasure and a lack of tolerance for it despite her amiable smile.
"You have my sincerest apologies for Hua, Mister Ophiucus. She is very new to our humble abode. We are currently at work with her inadequacies, hoping to refine her to function better. I only ask for your patience. Please, what you ordered is on the house. I certainly hope this suffices," she spoke with an apologetic tone and then looked back towards the Ki Artist, "I see. I am pleased. But feel free to voice any concerns, I am this establishment's owner after all. If there isn't anything else you wish to discuss about, do follow me now, please."
Arianne gestured Katsumi to follow her. She guided the girl over towards the other half of the establishment far away from Zell. Clearly she was aware that any synergy they may have might as well be the equivalent to a raucous chorus of angry crows. As Katsumi finally sat down in her new spot, the woman in black asked if she wanted anything else.
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