I see you in another place//I extract a familiar face

[weaver_girl]

Characters: Kagerou (weaver_girl) and YOU
Date/Time: 27 to 29 April 2011
Location: The Bar/The Clinic on Wellspring/Section Three/The Dojo/etc.
Rating: A blanket PG-13 should cover everything.
Summary: Kagerou gets back into things after a side trip into the Attic and an unscheduled dream dust nap. So many things to see, people to do-no wait. Come bother her

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28th; the bar

[forgotmyforge]

Flame didn't come to the bar that often. It wasn't that she disapproved of alcohol or that she didn't like the company -- she wasn't sure if there was a real reason, except that she couldn't be everywhere at once, and mostly she spent her evenings reading or jogging, something solitary to wind down after a day in the shop.

She came by this evening, though, thinking that it might be nice to be among friends, or strangers who could be friends. She knew that Smoke worked here, too, and he'd just returned from the Wilderness last week. It'd be nice to see him. Or just any friendly face, really.

She made her way up to the bar and considered the options, eyes passing over the bottles along the wall.

28th; the bar

[weaver_girl]

Kagerou had moved on to manning the bar, so when the fair-haired woman stepped up, she turned her way with a polite smile.

"Hello there! What can I get for you?" There seemed to be another new face, although she remembered seeing this one around before. Edensphere was small enough that she quickly came to know the regulars at the bar.

28th; the bar

[forgotmyforge]

And likewise, Flame had noted the redhead with the bright smile before, although she didn't know her name. She smiled back.

"Just a beer, please. Unless you want to recommend something? I don't come here mind."

[weaver_girl]

"Um." Kagerou paused, rapping her fingers on the countertop and absently thinking that she should run a rag along it as soon as she had the chance. The stains had a way of creeping up, even at less busy times.

"It depends on what you like, really. Something sweet, something a bit stronger? I can always give you a beer, of course, but we do have some variety right now. We were able to restock from the Wilderness last month."

ffff so many typos, sorry.

[forgotmyforge]

Flame remembered that, mostly because her brother had managed to get himself into a mess of trouble in that Wilderness. She'd shouted for days. She shook her head to banish the thought.

"Something sweet would be nice," she said, and before the girl could move away, she offered a hand over the bar. "I'm Flame, by the way."

[weaver_girl]

Halted in her turn towards the shelves behind the bar, Kagerou clasped Flame's hand and shook it firmly. "Oh, you're the new weaponsmith? I'm Kagerou, pleased to meet you! And I run the bar, as you can see. Together with Smoke, anyway. It used to be his place at first."

She paused to consider. "Would you like a fruit cocktail, in that case? Mine aren't even that wobbly anymore. I could use the practice!"

[forgotmyforge]

Flame was pleased to be recognized. "That's right, that's me. It's nice to meet you, Kagerou. Smoke is a friend of mine as well."

She hid a bit of a smile. Wobbly cocktails sounded like an interesting prospect. At least, it would be something to chuckle at... not in a mean way. It reminded her of her own poor attempts at cooking. Kagerou could probably do better than that.

"Practice away!" she said cheerfully.

asdfghjk I am so sorry I have no idea how I missed this

[weaver_girl]

"I will then!" Kagerou spun around to peer at the liqueur cabinets and to collect a sampling of fruit juices and crushed ice to begin building something. There were even paper umbrellas left from the club Wilderness, she noted with satisfaction.

"Oh, you've met him? It seems most people do sooner or later, he's... been here for so long. Though I guess you meet most people who need weapons sooner or later, right?"

no worries<3

[forgotmyforge]

"He was around the day I was born, actually. He was really helpful to me and my brother. Good guy." She smiled and observed Kagerou's constructing. It was nice to see another professional at work.

"I do get a lot of people in and out of the shop, definitely. It's never lonely there."

[weaver_girl]

Kagerou's professional drink-mixing still left something to be desired, but she carefully poured the layers of fruit juice and liqueur into a tall glass. Well, they were almost straight, though the orange juice would spread into the mango at the first proper jostle to the glass, she was afraid. She opened a tiny, orange-and-green paper umbrella and stuck it on top of the drink with a straw.

"And here you are!" With both hands, she set the glass on the bar. "Smoke does seem to get around a lot--I mean, he is everywhere," Kagerou hastened to amend, although the other meaning of the phrase wasn't far off the mark with regard to her flirtatious friend, either. "He greeted me when I was born a second time, too. Well, was on Guard duty, but it more or less turned out that way."

[forgotmyforge]

Flame grinned. "Thanks. It looks good." And it did, she thought. Definitely a better job than she would have done on her own.

"That's what happened with me too -- although at my first birth. I was sort of... yelling at my greeter, and then Smoke interrupted." She laughed, a touch uneasily, glad that she hadn't run into that man since. She probably would have threatened him again.

She wasn't sure what to do with the information that Kagerou had been born twice. It made her a little sad that this vibrant woman had died even once, because Flame doubted it had been her fault, but she wasn't going to ask. Kagerou seemed casual enough about it. She wouldn't ask.

[weaver_girl]

Kagerou chuckled. "Yelling at your greeter? Was he the... Well, there's the one greeter no one seems to really like very much, I... can't quite remember his name? I had the same girl both times, but she was really nervous, and I think Smoke scared her a little, though he was just happy to see me."

She pressed her hands to the edge of the counter and leaned back. Oh, and she was rambling again, wasn't she? Just when she'd thought she was getting better about it.

"Anyway, what happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

[forgotmyforge]

"His name is Charger," Flame said, and her expression was stormy in remembrance. "There I was, newborn and naked as a baby bird, and he was ogling me. Very obviously. And, well, I have a bit of a temper, and he deserved it."

She stabbed the straw in her cup, a little violently, but then she realized it was a little rude and took a sip. It improved her mood considerably: maybe it wasn't the prettiest drink, but it was sweet and tasty.

"This is good, by the way," she said, and let the anger go -- it always came in waves, and generally she felt much better after relieving some tension. That felt like a long time ago, anyway. The grudge almost wasn't worth keeping.

[weaver_girl]

"Oh, then he probably did!" Kagerou made a face in sympathy. She'd been lucky, she thought, both times she'd been born. Her greeter had been nice, even though there hadn't been any towels the first time, and she'd been helped and supported by people from the word go. "Though it sounds like you gave him what for, too. That's... that's good. I had to pick up a bit of that, too, working here.

"Most of the time, everyone behaves very well, though," she hastened to add. "We don't tolerate too much rowdiness, but without any rowdiness it's not really a proper bar atmosphere."

[forgotmyforge]

Flame nodded cheerfully. "People do get loud when they get together. We can't help that. And yes -- most people, after that, were really helpful. The community here is very friendly. I feel lucky, really. I'm sure there are worst places to be without your original memories. And it's really nice... to have the opportunity to change, I think."

She trailed off thoughtfully and took another sip of her drink.

[weaver_girl]

"The opportunity to change?" Kagerou's eyebrows first went up in surprise, then knit thoughtfully. She turned around, grabbed a rag from behind the counter, and began wiping the top more so that she'd at least be working at something. She liked the sidetracks that talking to patrons could provide: half the reason she loved the bar so well were the people. In spite of that, she always began feeling guilty if she sat idle on the job for too long.

"Do you mean like, start over? Turn over a new leaf? I... suppose sometimes the past can be a burden. So it could even be a good thing."