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The Wolf Cafe [Location]

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A tall man of about 6'9 walked into the cafe. He had spiky black hair that stopped just over his eyes. Said eyes were a dark chocolate brown that conveyed trust and calm in to whoever gazed in to them.He was dressed in a standard Shinigami's robes which had various stains all down the front. Upon closer inspection these stains were milk. His Zanpukto sheathe was held on his back by a string that was worn and teared. His eyes had strange, faint black rings around them. He was smiling the kind of smile you'd expect from someone who had just failed final exams and was making jokes about it. He did a quick 'once over' of the cafe then found a table and sat down with his arms bent behind his head in a pose of complete calm and patience.
 
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Lilac Hirvette and Nathaniel Niklaus

So, then, he doesn't hate me? Lilac thought, as Miru finally offered him what appeared to be a smile. It took a lot for him to resist the urge, that came from out of the blue, to hug Miru, as if they had been the best of friends all along, but he managed to remain in place, smiling like a kid, his eyes glistening with the knowledge that he was not in fact hated.

“Hm?” he snapped back to attention as Miru mentioned the smack he'd given him earlier. “Oh, that, no, don't worry about it. You didn't really hit me that hard, and I'm not hurt. I just wasn't expecting it, but I suppose I did deserve it, so no hard feelings, okay?”

The young Quincy failed to realize that he was subtly being analyzed by his elder, although he wouldn't have really been surprised by it, had he noticed. He also wasn't sure what to say to Miru's comment on Quincy who were laid back, and thought that perhaps Miru was actually referring to him, but he decided to ignore that for the moment, since Miru went on to ask him about his name.

Oh, right, I guess I haven't introduced myself yet.

“Heheh, sorry about that,” Lilac laughed, rubbing the back of his head, before smiling up at Miru. “My name is Lilac Hirvette.”


Nathaniel, for the most part, had managed to simmer down from the whole incident, and was steadfastly manning his station, having already chopped two whole potatoes into perfectly measured fries. Or at least they would become fries after they were submerged in the fryer. Just as he was about to dunk them in, a hand clapped down on his shoulder and he stopped.

He looked up to find that Alex was standing beside him, her hand on his shoulder, and she gave him one of her most encouraging grins, before moving away to assemble a hamburger with all the trimmings in record time, and then she promptly dumped the fries he'd chopped into the oil before tossing them in a bowl and drowning them in a generous amount of cheese sauce. Nathaniel smiled, content to let her do her thing while he simply observed.


Lilac paused, watching as Alex served Miru his burger and, much to his surprise, she set a bowl of what appeared to be fries coated with a thick layer of melted cheese in front of him. He looked at the bowl, and then at Alex, and back again, before wondering if he was supposed to simply accept the offered food, assuming it was free of course, or whether he should wait and see if this was some sort of trap to catch him being greedy after having just caused a scene.

When Alex said nothing about the fries, Lilac found his resistance fading; the fries looked so good, and they were calling to him to eat them. He took a fry off the top, blew on it a bit, and sank his teeth into it, thoroughly enjoying the taste of extremely unhealthy fast food. However, after he'd finished the first fry, he glanced at the blue-haired man he'd walloped with the potato, and waved him over.

“Oi, Chef,” he called, picking up the bowl of cheesy fries. “You helped make these, so you should come help me eat them, too.” It was his own way of making peace, and he smiled as Nathaniel came over.


Despite their earlier conflict, Nathaniel was not one to hold a grudge, and he was of the firm opinion that no one should ever say no when they're offered freshly cooked cheesy fries; it simply wasn't done. He came to the counter to join them all, and plucked a fry from the bowl, popping it into his mouth and smiling after he'd finished it. “The name isn't chef,” he said, reaching for another fry. “My name is Nathaniel Niklaus. Nice to meet you,” he finished, smiling.


Lilac grinned, nodding his head, and the two were perfectly content to continue sharing the bowl of cheesy fries between them. Only, shortly after, the door of the cafe opened and another customer came inside. Nathaniel was able to see the man only because he had a fair amount of reiatsu, but he wasn't really sure about going to take the man's order, given that he was a Shinigami. Lilac, on the other hand, was openly fascinated, since he'd never seen a real live Shinigami before. The two of them stood staring at the Shinigami, unsure of exactly what he was doing there.
 
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Reclining in the cafe chair, Raijo would begin to nod off. Eventually, his head would droop as his chocolate colored eyes shut. Still in his original body position. The residents of the cafe within ten feet of Raijo would begin to hear the gentle inhaling and exhaling of his snores. Meanwhile deep in his subconscience, Raijo would begin to experience the nightmare that had begun to haunt his dreams as of late.

It was a clear day in the Seireitei. The sky was a bright blue with only the tiniest of clouds drifting by the bright sun. The local boys were all having fun by playing the game 'Attack the Monster'. A young boy with spiky, black hair was always the monster. The boy was only six years old and 3'6. He had large black rings around his eyes that any adult with knowledge of medical problems would knew meant insomnia. But these were just cruel children. So they carried on with throwing rocks and poking with sticks like nothing was wrong. Silently, the young boy was crying his eyes out and just waited for it all to end. Then a particularly large rock sailed towards Raijo's face and that's when he woke up.

Back in reality, Raijo's eyes would snap open and his legs would raise upwards from the table in a sort of involuntary reflex. This unfortunately caused him to fall headfirst into the table behind. Raijo's head slammed it down to the ground and the table rolled a little to the left as he was staring at the ceiling with a new throbbing headache. "Ow" he thought. "I think I should stay awake while I'm here" he added as an afterthought. "Just to be safe."

"I can't believe I didn't get too go on that criminal hunt." he thought bitterly. "Well you did just become a Shinigami and they said they only wanted Lieutenants and Captains." he mentally said back. "Besides it's not like a 6th seat would have made much difference," he added. "You're probably right, besides it's so relaxing in the World of the Living, he mentally agreed. Looking over, he saw two humans staring in his direction. "I wonder what they're looking at," he thought. "Weird. It's like they're looking right at me. That's impossible though. Humans can't see Soul Reapers. I wonder why? Maybe I should ask Taicho when I get back. Anyway, maybe they're scared of the table that fell for no reason. If so then maybe I should have brought a gigai. I would've gotten one before I came, but those 12th Division guys are weird. Wait, didn't they say that some humans can see Shinigami. What'd they call them? Mediums! Maybe they're mediums." he finished thinking. Still looking at the two humans staring at him he waved 'hello' and smiled to show that he was friendly
 
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Lilac Hirvette

Wait a second...did that Shinigami just...fall asleep? Lilac blinked his eyes in mute surprise. Was it a habit for Shinigami to fall asleep wherever they happened to sit down? Or was it only this particular Shinigami? Maybe the guy was just really tired? Even so, it was some feat to fall asleep when several other people were in the room, watching him. Wait...maybe he didn't know he was being watched? Maybe the Shinigami had pegged them all for normal humans who couldn't see spirits? Boy, was that ever a wrong assumption.

Lilac continued to watch the soundly sleeping Shinigami (try saying that three times fast!), right up until the Shinigami tipped dangerously backward and fell, striking his head on the end of the table behind him, causing both the chair he was sitting in and the table he hit to tip over and crash to the floor. If that didn't wake him up, then nothing would. The table rolled, and slowly but surely the Shinigami roused himself and sat up, rubbing the new bump on the back of his head. Lilac felt rather sorry for the guy, because that had to have smarted, and it was such a rude awakening too.

Beside him, Lilac felt Nathaniel jump and then cringe as both Shinigami and table crashed to the floor, but once the Shinigami had proven he was alive and relatively uninjured, Nathaniel attempted a rather squeaked warning that it wasn't polite to sleep in their diner or knock tables and chairs over, but Lilac doubted that the Shinigami was even listening to the quiet, barely inaudible warning. Nevertheless, the Shinigami soon turned and found them all looking at him, and finally, as if realizing they could see him, he offered them all a wave and a friendly smile.

Smiling, Lilac was the first of the group to approach the Shinigami. He stopped beside the downed table and lifted it back up so that it was in its correct upright position. Afterward, he grasped the Shinigami's hand, which was surprisingly solid and corporeal, and helped the man to his feet. As he did, he noted that the Shinigami's robes were covered in white stains, and he wondered what they were, whether it was some sort of ghost residue or some such thing. But he didn't ask; he was a little afraid of the answer. Instead, he smiled again and raised his own eyes to meet the Shinigami's warm brown eyes.

“Afternoon, stranger,” he greeted, grinning. “You're the first Shinigami I've ever met, you know that? So, what's your name? You can call me Lilac, if you want.”
 
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After being pulled up by the purple haired man, Raijo would look down at him and continue to smile. I guess they can see me he thought. "Nice to meet you Lilac, I'm Raijo Tetsuko" he said. "Sorry about the table" he added while he put a hand through his spiky black hair as a sign of embarassment. "Sometimes I just nod off." he said while still smiling. "Wait a minute. Did you say I was the first Shinigami you've ever seen?" he asked while his eyes filled with pleasant curiosity.
 
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Alex eyed the shinigami with some wariness. The fact that he was openly in uniform and she could sense his spiritual essence that declared he was a Death God... meant he wasn't cloaking his presence.

It wasn't the first Death God she had seen or dealt with, but they had almost always introduced themselves first. As for why they were in the area, they did not usually mention but at least she could presume it wasn't a direct hostile act against her.

She had never ever met a Death God who... simply sat down, dozed off, then fell off his chair with a clumsy clatter. Then sat back up with a smile and wave.

The Quincy youth, Lilac, proceeded to approach the shinigami to make conversation. A slight scowl creased Alex's forehead as she hesitated between pulling the youth back or keeping a concerned watch from a distance - they had just been discussing the Quincy massacare after all.

The blonde finally made a decision to go with Lilac. Being nearby would be much more helpful if things went wrong, instead of standing far away.

"I'm goin' out there." She muttered to Nate, before picking up a small plate and scooping some freshly-cooked fries into it. Filling a cup with orange soda, the Quincy carried both out to the Death God - both as a sort of welcome, and an excuse to approach.

"Hi. Name's Alex." She greeted, plunking both cup and plate down on the table before Raijo. "Don't see ya kind around much... Anythin' we could help with, or ya just passin' through?"
 
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I like his name. Why are Japanese names always so cool?

“Tetsuko Raiju,” Lilac repeated the name for his own amusement, as well as a way of memorizing it and testing his own ability to speak Japanese; he was still trying to get the hang of it. But so far, everyone present had had no trouble understanding him. “Likewise. Nice to meet you,” the purple-haired young man affirmed with a nod of his head.

A curious eyebrow arched slightly as the Shinigami apologized to him for having knocked the table over. The eyebrow lowered, and Lilac's lips curved into a playful grin as he gently tilted his head to the side while staring up at the slightly taller man.

“I'm not the one you should be apologizing to,” he announced, laughing softly. “This isn't my diner. I just thought it was proper to right the table while I was up and about. But you really ought to be more careful about where you nod off, or you'll end up with more bumps on your head.” Lilac righted his head, smiling again.

“Well, okay, maybe seen isn't the correct words,” he paused, thinking about how best to articulate his thoughts. “I've seen Shinigami before, like in books and stuff. I know what they're supposed to look like. That black garb and white sash pretty much gave you away immediately. Sometimes I see you guys in the city whenever you're hunting Hollows, too. But this is the first time I've actually met a Shinigami, actually exchanged names and held a conversation with one. That's what I meant.”

The young Quincy had just finished speaking when Alex joined them, offering a fresh plate of fries and a cup of soda to the Shinigami before attempting to question him about why he was here. She was not unpleasant about it, but Lilac knew she was probably suspicious about a Shinigami suddenly appearing in her diner. He couldn't blame her for that.

But rather than dwell on events of the past, Lilac suddenly found himself entertaining curious thoughts about whether or not Raiju would eat the food Alex had brought him. He tried to recall if Shinigami ate like humans did, and he thought he remembered that they did in fact. But did they eat fries? Shaking his head with a laugh, he suddenly gestured to Alex.

“She's the owner, apparently,” he said, rather innocently. “So you should probably apologize to her for whatever property damage you inflicted with your head.”


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“Be careful,” Nathaniel answered Alex with a tentative nod of his head. Although, he wasn't quite sure why he had said it. The Shinigami didn't appear to be a threat, to any of them, and if there was anyone among them that could fight the Shinigami on equal footing, it was Alex. So, there was really no reason to be worrying about it...right?

Surely not, he tried to convince himself. Everything he'd seen up to that point only led him to believe that, perhaps the Shinigami had come in simply to nap. There was no reason to worry at all. But even so, Nathaniel knew that Alex would want him to air on the side of caution regardless.
 
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Raijo’s eyes would gain a playful light as the young man in front of him mispronounced his name. "I think you may have misheard me. Raijo Tetsuko" he repeated to the boy. What kind of name is Raiju? As he was focusing on the boy’s explanation of his previous Shinigami encounters he noticed a young, blonde woman walking towards him. Said woman was carrying a plate full of French fries and a glass full of orange soda. Eyeing the food with thoughts of disgust at the prospect of all that salt and sugar, Raijo would listen to the woman introduce herself as Alex. That’s a nice name.

As he was about to introduce himself to the female, Lilac would explain her position of power in the store. Once again placing a hand on the back of his head, he would say “So you’re the owner? Sorry about your table. Sometimes I just doze off.” He would let out a sheepish laugh and a yawn directly afterwards. Looking down at the food, he would say in a sort of apologetic voice “I’m sorry, but I can’t eat this. Too much salt and sugar.”

He would scratch his head in thought before finally asking “Got any warm milk? The thoughts of said milk made Raijo’s eyelids droop. “Mmmmmmm. I love warm milk.”He would add in a slower voice, and let out a yawn as he brought a hand to his face to cover his open mouth. “It’s so soothing to drink and the taste is so relaxing. It always helps me too” he would say before falling backwards in a manner similar to a tree falling. As soon as he hit the tiles of the restaurant , loud snoring would fill the silence of the area.
 
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Lilac Hirvette

'Aww, but I liked Raiju better. Maybe I can just pretend that he has split-personality disorder and there are two of him, Raiju and Raijo. Nah, that wouldn't work. I'd just end up forgetting and calling him Raiju anyway. Raijo it is, then.'

Despite having an internal monologue with himself and coming to an agreement with himself, Lilac was totally unaware that he'd been pouting the entire time he'd been thinking about it. Of course, he said nothing of his thoughts to the actual person in question, Raijo, preferring to keep his ramblings mostly to himself.

However, the young Quincy's pout soon disappeared as Raijo declined Alex's offering of fast food and began to speak of the wonders of warm milk. Lilac blinked his mismatched eyes; he honestly hadn't been expecting that particular drink to be the choice for a Shinigami, although he supposed there was nothing wrong with a Shinigami getting their calcium. He also was not expecting Raijo to trail off and fall asleep mid-sentence before collapsing to the floor and sleeping soundly on the cold tiles.

Lilac blinked again. 'Even my Eye of Perception didn't see that coming.'

The teenager stepped around Raijo's sleeping form and stole a French fry from the plate that Alex had left sitting on the table. He saw absolutely no point in letting good food go to waste. Munching on the fry, he gently raised his foot and prodded Raijo's head with the tip of his sneaker, nudging him a bit to test if he was seriously sleeping on the floor.

“Are all Shinigami this...strange...er...unique?” he asked, tossing a sideward glance at Alex. “Can't imagine that having the ability to fall asleep anywhere is a good strategy to have in battle.”
 

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Alex wasn't too sure what would happen after the Death God found out that she was the owner, courtesy of the young Quincy. She really would have rather kept that information under wraps for a while longer, just to gauge what this shinigami really meant to do. Say 'too bad'? Ignore? Brush it off? Pay for it? Disappear?

To her surprise, the shinigami apologised briefly, rejected the offered snacks and asked for warm milk.

Before she could reply that yes, she did have warm milk - which self-respecting cafe didn't have a machine that heated and frothed milk - the shinigami toppled over like a cut tree and sprawled upon the floor. Snoring.

Alex stared down at the sleeping man in open-mouthed surprise. From what she knew of Death Gods, they were powerful, dignified, and didn't socialise with mere humans. She hadn't seen one... disoriented...

He said he was sleepy. Was he really injured? Or just drunk? Maybe he was overworked?

"I did not attack him. None of us did." She declared loudly, waving the plate of fries about gently to emphasise the fact that she definitely wasn't hostile. Cautiously, Alex looked upwards at the ceiling and around, just in case any other Death Gods happened to pass by and thought she did something nasty.

No response, no spiritual pressure, bits of her cafe wasn't exploding about her. Okay. Coast seemed to be clear.

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“Are all Shinigami this...strange...er...unique?” he asked, tossing a sideward glance at Alex. “Can't imagine that having the ability to fall asleep anywhere is a good strategy to have in battle.”
The blonde responded to the question with an eloquent shrug and a raised eyebrow.

"Ain't never seen it before, ta be honest. Maybe he's injured, or jus' drunk." She muttered, with a heavy sigh. Did shinigami even get injured like a normal human did? Hopefully the man was just drunk, really drunk, and would be more... uh, awake after the impromptu nap.

Oh well, she might as well make sure he was halfway comfortable and not have other people trip over him. Preferably, he should not be left to wake up with a massive hangover... Death Gods could quite easily level this cafe, let alone the customers here, and it would be hell to explain to her insurance company why a localised lightning strike + fire + earthquake combination happened to her business. Again.

"Death Gods are more... dunno. Dignified. If they talk to us humans, it got a reason." Alex continued, setting down the plate of fries and drink, and hefting up the snoring shinigami's arms to bodily drag him nearer to the walls. "Here, find a cushion for his head."
 
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