Abra-kadabra, Alakezam! Make some money appear in my hand!
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“Mr. Fox,” Witch raised her voice a bit, unsure if the... fellow, was going into a rage or would have some of his self-control remaining. “I would ask that you put that man down. I obviously don’t have any idea what he has done to you, but among the few rules we still maintain here,” she shot a quick look of irritation at Wood, “we do have a no shooting, no killing rule inside the bar. If you want to discuss your issues peacefully, have a seat. Otherwise take it outside. Now.” She put an emphasis on the last word, indicating this was not an invitation to negotiate.
Dr. Maxim Muller... Witch thought, why am I not surprised...
Dr. Maxim Muller... Witch thought, why am I not surprised...
“Wood, I need you back here a moment!” Yells a voice from the kitchen, further back in the tavern.
Moderately surprised, Wood pardons himself before giving his answer, passing a glass of water to the gentleman in a suit and tie before heading through the double doors.
Moments later, a woman pops out the same doors, a pad of paper and pen in hand. Though looking a bit frazzled, she approaches the two gentleman towards the center of the counter.
“Apologies for the wait lads, was having a bit of trouble with a particularly angry grocer over the phone.” She sighs as her furrowed-brows relax, mumbles, “Let’s see here...” and ducks under the counter for a moment.
Coming back up with a juice bottle, she grabs a glass and pours a healthy amount in saying, “Pomegranate right?” Passing the glass to the man with the blue jacket and apple mask, she screws the juice lid on, straightens up and smiling asks, “Now, what can I get you boys? Drinks are nice but it’s food that keeps the body going.”
Moderately surprised, Wood pardons himself before giving his answer, passing a glass of water to the gentleman in a suit and tie before heading through the double doors.
Moments later, a woman pops out the same doors, a pad of paper and pen in hand. Though looking a bit frazzled, she approaches the two gentleman towards the center of the counter.
“Apologies for the wait lads, was having a bit of trouble with a particularly angry grocer over the phone.” She sighs as her furrowed-brows relax, mumbles, “Let’s see here...” and ducks under the counter for a moment.
Coming back up with a juice bottle, she grabs a glass and pours a healthy amount in saying, “Pomegranate right?” Passing the glass to the man with the blue jacket and apple mask, she screws the juice lid on, straightens up and smiling asks, “Now, what can I get you boys? Drinks are nice but it’s food that keeps the body going.”
I’ve been with this faction family for over two years now and I have always felt that they care about their members and their growth here in Torn City. I’ve never been disappointed with how they’ve tackled issue/disputes and I am proud to continue to serve by my brothers and sisters in this digital home they have created together.
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“It’s good to see you.” Wood spoke, as Witch walked over and took a seat next to him. Just a casual greeting. Gentle, like him. As if it was not an ocean of time that passed between seeing one another, but only a few meer hours. But his rosey cheeks, twinkle in his eyes, and emanating glow told Witch he was overjoyed.
“It’s good to be home.” Witch responded. And she meant it. All her travels were important, yes, but the feeling of being home was all that she worked for. And to finally be in it, that was the greatest reward of them all.
And she sat for quite some time, listening as customers greeted Wood, Anne and Percy, caught up on much that was missed, and enjoyed seeing faces new and old.
Witch did overhear one of their in and out friends asking if a spot on the staff list would be open to them, but before the topic could be discussed further, a commotion was heard from outside, and the sound of shattering glass and a blaze burst in their dining area.
”Oh my, fire, Fire!” Witch yelled, grabbing one of the fire extinguishers from behind the counter. They kept a few extra after previous incidents back there, and quickly sprayed down the projectiles. On the plus side, these weren’t incredibly well made, as they didn’t seem to have enough alcohol to cause all that much damage. And Witch was pleased the flame-retardant paint over the floor was a wise investment, though she did take note her windows would have to be replaced. Clearly, whoever placed the orders for the last time they were installed did not have the correct specifications for the Tavern, so she will have to do this herself. She called Wood over and recommended shutting the doors a little early tonight for the safety of the customers and tenants.
Quick and reliable spies. Very pleased with the service, will use again.
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Seeing the Tavern slowly approaching as her ride neared, a warm smile was brought to a tired Witch’s face. It had been much too long since she had been home, but seeing the lights through the windows, hearing the gentle breeze and smelling some good food, she knew it was peaceful. And that’s the best Witch could hope to return to. Peace.
It was later in the evening, perhaps close to nine, so Witch was expecting a low bustle as tables are served, drinks are shared, and merriment would be playing to all ears. She was not disappointed. Walking through the front door, she was met with the warmth of the room, a genuine “Welcome, come in” from the bar, and laughter from the many different stories all around.
‘It’s good to be home,’ she thought. And looking to the bar, she saw the man she most desperately wanted to reunite with. Having himself some stew. And a smile spread across both faces as their pairs of eyes met.
This guy is a rockstar! Great service, great attitude. I would buy from him again!
Abra-kadabra, Alakezam! Make some money appear in my hand!
Edit: You were sent $526,316 from BorisViktor with the message: As you wish Witch :)
The mob paid you to hack into the boss’s neighbors laptop, sayin’ they wanted to blackmail the old hag into minding her own business rather than poking her nose over the fence; it wasn’t until after you sent the password over that you realized the target was really, Your Mom!
After reading Alan’s story, I know what I must do. A donation is in order soon… Very soon…
I would definitely support having international crimes implemented. Anything to make it so I can use more nerve!
“Wow...” Witch commented as Percy left the two owners. “There really is no time for peace in Torn city. Salzburg will be a welcome sight.”
She got off the bed and walked over to the closet, standing next to Wood. Extending her arm, she pointed to various articles of clothing, and gave instructions for their attire. Comments and movements, gesturing to different pieces, “This would be nice in the evening... that during the day... you won’t want this one, it’ll be too warm for that... oh, this is a good color on you... too small...” Together they were able to find at least a week’s worth of appropriate clothing, and if they needed to clean while they were there, they could find a laundromat or something. They also had swimsuits for the lakes, a nice outfit for dinner at a nice restaurant and they would have to remember to stop at a currency exchange, either when they arrived at the airport or before leaving in when they landed. (Not that their money was no good, but why walk around like foreigners when they could practice being natives.)
She got off the bed and walked over to the closet, standing next to Wood. Extending her arm, she pointed to various articles of clothing, and gave instructions for their attire. Comments and movements, gesturing to different pieces, “This would be nice in the evening... that during the day... you won’t want this one, it’ll be too warm for that... oh, this is a good color on you... too small...” Together they were able to find at least a week’s worth of appropriate clothing, and if they needed to clean while they were there, they could find a laundromat or something. They also had swimsuits for the lakes, a nice outfit for dinner at a nice restaurant and they would have to remember to stop at a currency exchange, either when they arrived at the airport or before leaving in when they landed. (Not that their money was no good, but why walk around like foreigners when they could practice being natives.)
A brief sniffling could be heard from the bundle on the bed. After a little bit of shuffling, a head ever so slightly poked out to look at the man.
“Do’you mean that?” Witch asked, her voice low and heavy, her eyes red with tiny drops of water, threatening to cascade down the side of her face.
“I do.” Wood responded softly, giving the woman his full attention.
“I won’t be made a fool, a-and I’m not playing any games,” She tried to sound strong, but when you’re a little hurt and a bit broken, that can be hard. “You should be more aware... I want a promise you’ll be more mindful in the future!... if you really care about me.”
“I will be.”
“Promise me!”
“I promise.”
Witch gave Wood a hard stare. If she had any dignity left, she couldn’t break now. She took a sharp inhale, trying to clear up as much as she could, and said dryly, “I’ll hold you to that...”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Wood leaned in, resting his forehead on Witch’s, cupping her face gently.
They sat for a moment like that, before Wood broke the silence. “Can I get you a tissue?” “Ermm, yes please...”
“Do’you mean that?” Witch asked, her voice low and heavy, her eyes red with tiny drops of water, threatening to cascade down the side of her face.
“I do.” Wood responded softly, giving the woman his full attention.
“I won’t be made a fool, a-and I’m not playing any games,” She tried to sound strong, but when you’re a little hurt and a bit broken, that can be hard. “You should be more aware... I want a promise you’ll be more mindful in the future!... if you really care about me.”
“I will be.”
“Promise me!”
“I promise.”
Witch gave Wood a hard stare. If she had any dignity left, she couldn’t break now. She took a sharp inhale, trying to clear up as much as she could, and said dryly, “I’ll hold you to that...”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Wood leaned in, resting his forehead on Witch’s, cupping her face gently.
They sat for a moment like that, before Wood broke the silence. “Can I get you a tissue?” “Ermm, yes please...”
Anne looked over to the woman speaking to her. It would have been a quiet morning, but you rarely get one of those in Torn city.
”Exactly like that, no, that one was a first. But a ruckus in general, yes, those are pretty common.”
Looking down, Anne gave a small smile to herself as she cleaned the liquor spouts. Not everyone enjoyed the chaos of the city, but it was all the android ever knew, and it was home. Well, that and her partner Percy; together they started their course here at the Tavern, and that wasn’t so bad either. Anne gave a small chuckle, and Percy looked up from bussing tables to give a slightly puzzled look, only to shrug it off and continue with what he was doing.
”Exactly like that, no, that one was a first. But a ruckus in general, yes, those are pretty common.”
Looking down, Anne gave a small smile to herself as she cleaned the liquor spouts. Not everyone enjoyed the chaos of the city, but it was all the android ever knew, and it was home. Well, that and her partner Percy; together they started their course here at the Tavern, and that wasn’t so bad either. Anne gave a small chuckle, and Percy looked up from bussing tables to give a slightly puzzled look, only to shrug it off and continue with what he was doing.
“Oh No.” Witch responded. “I’m still mad at you. And you know, one would think you’d have a bit more tact, knowing full well you have security cameras that I review regularly. And we paid extra for sound-capturing as well!” Witch’s face was starting to heat up, her eyes narrow, not even looking at Wood, and her words sharp. “So, I don’t know how you could possibly think I would just ignore customers operating the bar, individuals (she nearly spat the word) leaning all over you, and not One WORD advising against it! Because ‘And now that I'm married, in any other way...Don't tell Witch I said that.’ Isn’t Going To Cut It!”
Witch was at her boiling point. The only thing she would be willing to hear she doubted she would get, and instead of sticking around for disappointment, she threw her bar towel onto the back counter and stormed upstairs, leaving Wood to watch her angrily go.
Witch was at her boiling point. The only thing she would be willing to hear she doubted she would get, and instead of sticking around for disappointment, she threw her bar towel onto the back counter and stormed upstairs, leaving Wood to watch her angrily go.
Witch was leaning on the back of the bar, observing how chaotic things have gotten since she was last here. How on earth could this place have gotten so... bizarre. I didn’t think things would get like this in only a couple weeks! She thought to herself.
“I’m sorry Doctor, did you say file?” The statement confused Witch and she knew, though she was mad, that Wood was typically very conscientious of important documents and wouldn’t just misplace something. “What was in this file? And why would it be here as opposed to your lab or with one of your associates?”
“Mr. Fox,” Witch raised her voice a bit, unsure if the... fellow, was going into a rage or would have some of his self-control remaining. “I would ask that you put that man down. I obviously don’t have any idea what he has done to you, but among the few rules we still maintain here,” she shot a quick look of irritation at Wood, “we do have a no shooting, no killing rule inside the bar. If you want to discuss your issues peacefully, have a seat. Otherwise take it outside. Now.” She put an emphasis on the last word, indicating this was not an invitation to negotiate.
Dr. Maxim Muller... Witch thought, why am I not surprised...
Dr. Maxim Muller... Witch thought, why am I not surprised...
After re-familiarizing herself with whatever weird items made their way behind the counter, Witch turned and watched the room. Occasionally a patron would walk by the sign, give it a once over and then either cautiously step back or chuckle and continue on their way.
And of course when a blue haired girl walked up to it and quickly proceeded to the farthest booth, Witch stared her down every step of the way. Was she surprised when the hair almost magically changed from blue to black? At this point, no. That was an easy fix. Witch pulled out a sharpie from her apron, continuing to stare at the girl, and crossed out the word blue, writing the word black above it.
“Darling, don’t you think you’re being a bit-” Wood started to say, but Witch turned her head towards him and fired, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you would let just anyone walk all over you. Or does that only apply to foreign girls when your wife isn’t around?!? Because there’s a difference between being kind and courteous, and just standing there while people are harsh to customers, disrespectful to regulars, and giving them so many freedoms they might as well just bend you at your knees and stamp ‘I Own You’ on your forehead!”
Needless to say, the girl left at an opportune time considering Witch was a bit preoccupied.
And of course when a blue haired girl walked up to it and quickly proceeded to the farthest booth, Witch stared her down every step of the way. Was she surprised when the hair almost magically changed from blue to black? At this point, no. That was an easy fix. Witch pulled out a sharpie from her apron, continuing to stare at the girl, and crossed out the word blue, writing the word black above it.
“Darling, don’t you think you’re being a bit-” Wood started to say, but Witch turned her head towards him and fired, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you would let just anyone walk all over you. Or does that only apply to foreign girls when your wife isn’t around?!? Because there’s a difference between being kind and courteous, and just standing there while people are harsh to customers, disrespectful to regulars, and giving them so many freedoms they might as well just bend you at your knees and stamp ‘I Own You’ on your forehead!”
Needless to say, the girl left at an opportune time considering Witch was a bit preoccupied.
“I can get that for you,” came the voice of the lady of the Tavern, coming in from the kitchen. She poured one of their drafts and gently placed the mug before the man.
Witch had been taking some time out of the tavern to attend to her and Wood’s faction duties, but was finally caught up and ready to get back to the Tavern.
She placed a sign on a stand next to the bar and made eye contact with her husband before taking to rearranging the mess that was made of the back of the counter.
The sign reads as follows:
“To the blue haired floozy and any other patron who thinks they can just waltz into a Tavern and pretend they own the place... you cannot. The only individuals permitted to serve and operate this establishment are the two owners, Wood and Witch, and the staff they employ (Anne and Percy). If any patron is found failing to comply with this rule, they will be asked to take their business elsewhere. And if I ever catch you laying so much as a finger on my husband again, I will hunt you down, chain you to the back of my truck, drive a good 20 miles and hang you from a tree where my dogs will tear at your mangled corpse!
Signed, Witch”
Witch had been taking some time out of the tavern to attend to her and Wood’s faction duties, but was finally caught up and ready to get back to the Tavern.
She placed a sign on a stand next to the bar and made eye contact with her husband before taking to rearranging the mess that was made of the back of the counter.
The sign reads as follows:
“To the blue haired floozy and any other patron who thinks they can just waltz into a Tavern and pretend they own the place... you cannot. The only individuals permitted to serve and operate this establishment are the two owners, Wood and Witch, and the staff they employ (Anne and Percy). If any patron is found failing to comply with this rule, they will be asked to take their business elsewhere. And if I ever catch you laying so much as a finger on my husband again, I will hunt you down, chain you to the back of my truck, drive a good 20 miles and hang you from a tree where my dogs will tear at your mangled corpse!
Signed, Witch”
I’ve been with this faction family for over two years now and I have always felt that they care about their members and their growth here in Torn City. I’ve never been disappointed with how they’ve tackled issue/disputes and I am proud to continue to serve by my brothers and sisters in this digital home they have created together.