Build It Up, Knock It Down [Active/Open]

[whitelotustea]

Character(s): Iroh, OPEN [especially to those that need help with log tags for the AC]
Content: Iroh is opening up a tea stand until he knows what to do about the Paixao restaurant business. He might need some help. [wink, wink]
Setting: Just outside of Paixao station in the central part of the island
Time: Later morning
Warnings: Shouldn't be a

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[fangirlforlove]

"Who are you talking to?" chirped a sweet voice from behind Iroh.

Flonne blinked up at him, ruby demon eyes curious and sparkling. She'd gone out for a morning walk to enjoy the aesthetic beauty of the place and to come across new friends. Perhaps this kindly-looking old man would be a friend. Despite what Laharl and Etna had said on repeat occasions, the fallen angel felt it was important to befriend the other people trapped here.

[limitbreakpilot]

"Pretty damned sure it was supposed to be to himself," another - and far more gruff - voice answered.

Admittedly, Cid had really stopped because of the magical word 'tea' but he wasn't entirely adverse to a bit of manual labor. It wasn't like it could hurt him any and hell, he'd done more than of his share of back when he was still working with Shinra. Besides, who could complain about another tea store? He certainly couldn't.

[whitelotustea]

Iroh was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the virtual opposites.

He had not yet met Flonne, but he was certainly delighted to the spark of a young spirit. She reminded him of Toph without the rough and brusque attitude. "I am talking to myself, but I certainly would not mind your input, young lady. What is your name?" he asked politely.

He smiled upward with his eyes closed to the other new arrival. "And you must be Cid. I remember hearing your voice and your passion for tea. You are hard to forget!" he chuckled.

[fangirlforlove]

Cid's presence was a surprise to Flonne as well, but she craned her neck to smile up at him just the same. At Iroh's question, she curtsied politely, the giant "ears" of her bow bobbing energetically with the motion. "My name is Flonne, sir! I'm the Fallen Angel of Love!"

She reached out to take the paintbucket and brush from his load in an attempt to help him. He didn't look like he was having any trouble with it, but maybe he was just being proud. "Would you like us to help you?"

Apparently, Flonne had decided Cid was a part of the group now as well.

[aislingphelan]

From above, there was a little, twittery giggle. Perched upon a decorative ledge protruding from one of the adjacent buildings, was what appeared to be a young girl. How long she’d been there, watching with her bright, pale green eyes was anyone’s guess. She crouched like gargoyle, her long, exceptionally pale hair that dangling down toward the ground.

“So, just what are you doing down there?” She then hopped down from the ledge, turning a summersault as she fell. She landed squarely on her feet and, since she was much shorter than everyone else… looked up at the three, her hands on her hips.