Tea Break (Event)

[nofractions]

Who: Franziska von Karma (nofractions)
Where: Random cafe (...yeah -_-;)
When: 4:45pm 6th November

Franziska von Karma was a creature of habit and whilst she was intelligent enough to recognise that this was the case, she firmly placed the blame on her father rather than shirking the responsibility herself and firmly stood by that belief no matter who

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[toiletseat_gurl]

Well shit, she was a nasty one. George immediately regretted trying to catch her attention, but now that she had it there wasn't really anywhere she could dodge and hide. I mean, 'speak up, fool'? Where does this chick think she is, a King Arthur movie?

"Uuh... um..." awkward as hell, she shifted her eyes around nervously as though there was someone or something around that could help her out in this situation, before her gaze finally rested on the small yellow post-stick note concealed in her hand.

"Are you... T... S... Watson?"

She really honestly hoped she was, mainly because it was freezing outside and George wanted to put off her leave from the cafe as long as possible, though ontop of that the woman was kind of a bitch, and maybe no one would miss her that much.

[nofractions]

Well now what kind of a question was that?

She had always believed that interrupting people ought to have been made illegal and now was certainly now exception. Coiling the whip around her hand tightly but keeping it concealed beneath the table, she slowly and deliberately closed the case file and rested her arm on top of it, letting the whip hang idly from her other hand as she focused her attention on the other, practically glaring at her.

“Such a foolishly foolish question, no I’m not Watson you foolishly foolish fool of a fool. Next time you decide to meet someone, find out what they look like beforehand instead of pestering decent, civilized people.” She said sternly before taking a sip from her teacup.

[toiletseat_gurl]

... Definitely King Arthur, but I'm thinking more along the lines of Monty Python and the Holy Grail... Her eyebrows shooting up, she got a little lost for a few moments, trying to follow the sentence amid all the foolish foolness, but eventually realised (with relief, now) that the woman was trying to day she wasn't the Watson that George was looking for.

"Uh... sorry..." she attempted, a fake smile wavering around her lips befrore disappearing into the weirdness, "How... foolishly foolish of me."

She dropped down heavily and rather dazedly into the cafe bench seat across from Foolish Fool Woman, groping for the menu and trying to hide behind it. Well, at least she was early... twenty minutes untli the E.T.D of the most unfortunate T.S. Watson.

[nofractions]

Franziska shot her another annoyed look. That wasn’t an invitation to sit down. Fool. She thought as she bristled. It was no secret amongst those who had faced her in the courtroom that she had very little control over her temper, though many doubted whether she attempted to reign herself in at all. Raised (somewhat) by Manfred von Karma, it was really no surprise that the girl was a loose cannon. A loose, professional cannon with a dangerously short fuse and a whip.

Said whip cracked as she abruptly pulled it taut between her hands, twisting the leather around her knuckles tightly. “Wouldn’t it be best if you went and asked someone else?” She asked pointedly, hoping the girl would get the hint and go away.