City Streets, (the furry Cafe extension thread)

[Aconitum]

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta make them stacks. Lets go." She said, making her way down the street, occasionally looking back to make sure Julie didn't hurt anyone.

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[Tezriat]

Upon entering the Café both parties are met with a obscure sight.

A very large man who's head was touching the ceiling just nearly was arguing with the catwoman at the counter. "Come on! This is 765 kan! That's more than enough for a drink of green tea.. do I have to give you my only Ryo?" Hexcomplained loudly his English accent showing that he wasn't from around here per say... or this era.

He growled lightly as the woman refused the money as it wasn't the currency they valued here.

[Rayleonarde]

*I run out of the cafe, tears in my eyes.  I run down the street for a few hundred meters, before collapsing.  I curl up and lye there, weeping quietly.* "God...Herman...Why did you do it? Why...why, why, why!?"

[Aconitum]

Acon was walking down Ray's path before she tripped over him and fell flat on her nose. She turned sharply to growl at whoever dared trip her, but stopped when she realized who it was. "Ray? Are you alright? What did my Mom do?" She asked, ready to go and tell her mother it was time to leave.

[Rayleonarde]

*I look up into Acon's eyes.* "Sh-she didn't do anything...J-just learned something about a...a very close friend." *I sit up, cross-legged on the street.*  "Do...do you remember, when I told you that I lost my friend to a mortar shell?"

[Aconitum]

She settled down a bit and nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Why?" She asked, tilting her head and letting her large ears fall.

[Rayleonarde]

*I smile sadly.* "W-well...it turns out his death...it was set up...and both he and Magnolia knew about it."  *I droop my head, weeping.* "And I was so close...one shove, and he'd be alive...If only I had known."

[Aconitum]

Acon's eyes grew wide, but not at the fact that her mother had something to do with hidden plans, but decause Acon had finally figured out something very important. "Herman was his name, right? He did it because he felt guilty. He felt like he was holding back my mom. When I was little, I asked what happened to my father. She only cried and smacked me. She said that he had a plan to free her. But I never knew what she ment."

[Rayleonarde]

*I look at Acon, closely.  I stand up, and caress her cheek, causing her to elevate her chin ever-so-slightly.* "O-oh my god...you are Herman's daughter...I thought he never...Christ...I am sorry about your father...I wish he was here, talking to you about me.  I should have saved him."

[Aconitum]

Acon smiled warmly. "He died doing what he believed was right." She said, happy to know that she didn't completely take up after that evil witch of a mother. "Ray, you have to tell me about him. I can't get anything out of her. All she'll do is sit and chuckle at me." She said, rolling her eye.

[Rayleonarde]

*I drop my hand, and motion to a nearby bench.* "Can we sit down...there's a lot to talk about."

[Aconitum]

She nodded and followed him to a nearby bench. Acon flopped down on it like a fat man and rubbed her temples.

[Rayleonarde]

*I sit down, slower than usual.* "Okay...So where to start...personality, physical...?"

[Aconitum]

"Lets start with physical and work our way up." She said, ready for a full on lesson of her father.

[Rayleonarde]

*I sigh, and remove a black and white picture from my jacket.  The picture contains a younger, less weary, version of me, and a strong fellow.*  "That's him, Herman.  This picture doesn't do him justice.  He had the face of a hero, strong chin, perfect teeth.  He stood roughly six foot tall, and could break any one of our femurs at any time.  I once witnessed him lift a Panzer five running gear as if it was a small child.  Herman was, without a doubt, the picture of the Aryan race.  He only had one mark that really kept him out of the Reichstag. Heterochromia.  He had one ice blue eye, one as green as...well as yours." *I sigh again, and place the picture in Acon's hand.* "If you wait a while, I have a pretty good picture of him, holding up his rifle...like some kinda war hero.  I just gotta get home and get it.  Anyway...I guess his personality comes next, unless you have questions."  *I look at Acon.*