#thread 010

' well maybe this city isn't so bad after all. '

of course she didn't say that because she liked being here, but because of the somewhat interesting things that seem to pop up out of nowhere. and she definitely did not just say that because she just punched a giant hole into the human sized gingerbread man that was running towards her.

Icarus isn’t sure how he’s going to get through another full week of this nonsense. Should’ve stayed in Arcadia, his traitorous mind suggests. As if he’d had a choice; as if Zeus would ever have let his trophy politician skip out on the biggest event in all of Gaia — now bigger than ever! He sighs, watches a server walk by with a tray of champagne flutes, considers availing himself of the free-flowing alcohol, then thinks better of it. Sobriety is his best defense against stupid mistakes, despite the frustration of having to be fully present for several hours of meaningless small talk and propositions made with varying degrees of subtlety.

There’s a pair of tables off to the side bearing a variety of decanters and crystal tumblers, for those wanting something stronger and harsher than champagne; a quiet aside with one of the catering staff confirms that the table to the right contains a variety of non-alcoholic options, and he gratefully pours himself a few fingers of what turns out to be an earthy and somewhat bitter tea. It stings like whiskey going down, though it lacks the warmth of the liquor it imitates; Icarus isn’t sure if he likes how easy it is to tell the difference.

He’s tucked himself against an unnecessarily elegant column, hoping the green of his clothing blends well enough with the large potted plant currently serving as a companion that maybe he’ll be overlooked for a little while, when a shadow falls across his line of sight. Icarus braces himself for the inevitable, another mind-numbing conversation with someone whose name he isn’t supposed to forget five minutes after they walk away — but the face he sees when he looks up nearly startles him out of his carefully constructed mask of courtesy.

A FINGER TRACED ALONG THE SPINE OF A BOOK AS AMANO READ THE NAME. She continued the action with the books stacked next to it until she found the one she was looking for.

Amano pulled the red textbook out from its shelf and carried it back with her. This one would help them with their big project. She placed it on the table and gently pushed it in Riko's direction. A finger lightly tapping on the book to get her attention. Amano wasn’t a fan of group work, but so far things have been going smoothly.

It isn’t as if the servant had anything to use to buy some clothes for herself. Well, that wasn’t a concern for someone such as herself to be so concern about looks. Though seeing how others dress around, Fran was probably out of place. What kind of steps would the Berserker take to become more human? First would be to try on clothes. That would be entertaining enough.

Though as she picked out a dress that looked pretty, there was another presence that was unmistakable as a servant’s in the same store. Fran’s guard was up, frowning as it seem as if her moment was put to a stop. Eyes glaring at a girl with long, pink hair who appear to be minding her own business. there’s no way Fran would forget someone that put her, along with her teammates through some escape jail routine. There was nothing fun about that, especially since she was unable to get any sort of cold air during the summer!