Post by Leon on Oct 11, 2016 21:37:27 GMT -8
The Peace Cafe...
What a name for this dive of social oddities. First of all it's a dimly lit cafe that regularly plays jazz as a kind of air of control. Supposing to neutralize ones aggressive behavior or intentions, draining away at the will power of any who would dare break such peace. Yet, the staff of this establishment are a torrential shock of energy that further feeds off the customers desire rendering most who visit a mess of lax bodies. Drinking tea, coffee, soda, and even beer. Once again, the staff. First the cook, the chef if you will, Jeff. A good old country boy from Texas, wearing boots most of the time. Almost as fast as an order is placed on his rack it's ready to go, no one knows how he does it, but you never wait for food.
Next the wait staff. An amalgamation of street rats and hoods, punks and nerds, hippies and jocks. Like most places, however each had a chip on their shoulder and usually ended up brawling with each other, never messing up an order, or spilling a trey. Too afraid of the owners. Ark Sigismund and Leon Sudeki.
Currently in the office on the second floor, Leon sits in a comfy chair across from Ark with a coffee tale between them. Leon accepts the needle from the doctor like individual kneeling beside him and puts it in his neck.
"You know it's only postponing the failure..."
Leon nodded not wanting to respond to the shadow as if he hadn't actually heard the red haired man speak. Wanting to treat him like just some hallucination from his past. However he knew all too well the truth of his situation. He hadn't died that day fighting Ark, instead in those last moments Leon's Qi had awoken, starting his heart by force. Since Ark's friends in the underworld have been making and adjusting this serum to try and cure the heart disease that is ever present and attempting to kill the once feared fighter.
"The battles have returned to claim me. Strong opponents that will test me have surfaced... I must prepare the next generation. Find a new one to push before my end."
Speaking of course about the incident with the man at the pet store. He was strong for sure, but Leon in his prime would of scoffed at the show he put on in this fight. However neither Leon or David could finish him off as they were. It was also unlikely they would get up to the heights they had once been... No it would be better not to take on this burden, but to stretch it, hand it off to someone who can be prepared for such things.
Ark didn't disagree, he didn't agree either. Instead he stayed silent, smoking his death stick. As Leon stood up to leave he would fold his arms and turn to face Ark.
"One day, the boogeymen of 552 will have to face off again. This disease will not take me."
With that Leon left.
What a name for this dive of social oddities. First of all it's a dimly lit cafe that regularly plays jazz as a kind of air of control. Supposing to neutralize ones aggressive behavior or intentions, draining away at the will power of any who would dare break such peace. Yet, the staff of this establishment are a torrential shock of energy that further feeds off the customers desire rendering most who visit a mess of lax bodies. Drinking tea, coffee, soda, and even beer. Once again, the staff. First the cook, the chef if you will, Jeff. A good old country boy from Texas, wearing boots most of the time. Almost as fast as an order is placed on his rack it's ready to go, no one knows how he does it, but you never wait for food.
Next the wait staff. An amalgamation of street rats and hoods, punks and nerds, hippies and jocks. Like most places, however each had a chip on their shoulder and usually ended up brawling with each other, never messing up an order, or spilling a trey. Too afraid of the owners. Ark Sigismund and Leon Sudeki.
Currently in the office on the second floor, Leon sits in a comfy chair across from Ark with a coffee tale between them. Leon accepts the needle from the doctor like individual kneeling beside him and puts it in his neck.
"You know it's only postponing the failure..."
Leon nodded not wanting to respond to the shadow as if he hadn't actually heard the red haired man speak. Wanting to treat him like just some hallucination from his past. However he knew all too well the truth of his situation. He hadn't died that day fighting Ark, instead in those last moments Leon's Qi had awoken, starting his heart by force. Since Ark's friends in the underworld have been making and adjusting this serum to try and cure the heart disease that is ever present and attempting to kill the once feared fighter.
"The battles have returned to claim me. Strong opponents that will test me have surfaced... I must prepare the next generation. Find a new one to push before my end."
Speaking of course about the incident with the man at the pet store. He was strong for sure, but Leon in his prime would of scoffed at the show he put on in this fight. However neither Leon or David could finish him off as they were. It was also unlikely they would get up to the heights they had once been... No it would be better not to take on this burden, but to stretch it, hand it off to someone who can be prepared for such things.
Ark didn't disagree, he didn't agree either. Instead he stayed silent, smoking his death stick. As Leon stood up to leave he would fold his arms and turn to face Ark.
"One day, the boogeymen of 552 will have to face off again. This disease will not take me."
With that Leon left.