FUCK YEAH, STEAK. [Closed]
Characters: Franziska von Karma, Synchron fon Elemni and Kongou Agon. yeah I put him last wut nao.
Content: Since Sync still doesn't trust the Kitchen to some degree, he decides to scout around for food and gains some unwanted company. And by 'unwanted company' he'd rather kill himself then be in the same room with them. I do believe the rest of ( Read more... )
Content: Since Sync still doesn't trust the Kitchen to some degree, he decides to scout around for food and gains some unwanted company. And by 'unwanted company' he'd rather kill himself then be in the same room with them. I do believe the rest of ( Read more... )
After finally pushing her way up to the maître d's stand, she levelled a commanding glare at the man. "Von Karma. I have a reservation."
The maître d' adjusted his pince-nez and looked over the reservation list. "Ah, yes. Ms. von Karma of the Victoria. Reserved via broadcast. I'm sorry, but our tables are all full right now. If you'd just like to wait 20 or 30 minutes, I'm sure we can find you a place."
Needless to say, Franziska was not amused. She fingered her whip menacingly and pressed the wiry man.
"I have made a reservation. I am a conference delegate. And I can make things very difficult for this," she waved her hand around the room for effect, "hovel, if I so choose. Find me a table. Now."
The maître d' found her threat strangely amusing. Had she no idea of the way Kropmork worked? In any case, he decided to avoid a scene.
"Well, yes, if you don't mind sharing a table, I suppose we can make something work. Follow me." With that, he picked up a menu and began to lead her to a table in the back corner. She tried to see who she'd been unwillingly stuck with.
Oh, lovely, she thought to herself. That boy from the dough fight. At least he wasn't the dumbest member of the crew. She sighed as she allowed herself to be seated, snatching the menu away without so much as a nod.
"Mr Elemni. Fancy meeting you here."
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