Café de Fae ~ Courtyard
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				Title: <strong>Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talra Di Deliren</strong> on <strong>15-09-2016, 14:06:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s21.postimg.org/6gf40rv8n/banner_cafe.png)<br><br><br>(http://www.embassysuiteslompoc.com/images/photo-gallery/our-hotel/4our-hotel.jpg)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: right;">~ OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=256030.0)<br>~ Café (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=256032.0)<br>~ Bar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=256068.0)<br>~ Hotel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=256070.0)<br>~ Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257818.0)</div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: (In Character Post) <a href="#" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img width=150][/img]&nbsp; &nbsp;[/floatleft]<br>[b]Name~[/b] <br><br>[b]Job~[/b] Post badge here if working for café, if not just erase this part.<br><br>[b]When~[/b] <br><br>[b]Tagging~[/b] <br><br>[b]Side Note~[/b] <br><br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-11-2016, 15:35:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.superbwallpapers.com/wallpapers/movies/young-agent-k-men-in-black-iii-12850-1920x1080.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> John Smith<br><strong>Job:</strong> Inspector from The Bureau<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avynn (M),&nbsp; Open<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>John stepped out from the Cafe into the mid afternoon sun, and fresh air of the Cafe De Fae's Courtyard. John stood at the edge for a moment, and simply took it all in. The soft rustling of the leaves in the Palmetto trees made him think of the Beach, one of his favorite vacation spots. The warmth of the sun shining down upon what little exposed skin he was showing. The smells of the plants, and flowers were so inviting, and relaxing. The sound of trickling water by the pond tucked away at the southwest corner of the court yard. John could already imagine the large Koi fish swimming in the pond, eager for any bread crumbs, or food that patrons may be generous enough to part with. Surrounding the Courtyard was the three story high walls of the Hotel portion of the cafe. Affording guests the relaxing elevated views of the courtyard. <br><br>John began to walk along the flag stone paths that wind through the bushes, and flower beds of the court yard. All the flowers were in bloom showering the world with their bright colors, and vibrant fragrances. The area was immaculately landscaped with benches, tables, and Chairs strategically placed for Fae to sit, and relax. Though as he delved deeper into this paradise that Avynn Galagous created, John's eyes were analytical as he examined the building around him. Looking for any weak points in the Magic Field that surrounded, and protected the establishment from the ever present curiosity of the Human race. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eudoxia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 02:52:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong> Mara Capra<br><br><strong>Job~</strong> (https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br><br><strong>When~</strong> 15 September, mid-afternoon.<br><br><strong>Tagging~</strong> John Smith, open<br><br><strong>Side Note~</strong> n/a<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Pupils elongating to horizontal rectangles, Mara watched the man as she tiptoed behind him. Her gait was quiet, harkening back to her youthful days in the forest and having to navigate the woods stealthily. Granted, she wasn’t trying to absolutely not be seen or heard. She just wanted to watch and see what he was up to for a little bit. Confidence bolstered by the fact that this was <em>her</em> turf for once, not his, the space between them shortened as he stepped outside. <br><br>Pupils retracted in the sunlight back to a smaller rectangle- almost appearing circular to those none the wiser. The smell of the outdoor space momentarily distracted the woman. Taking in the space, a small smile tugged her lips up. It truly was a sanctuary, a place to get away from it all yet still commune with nature. Two sparrows flitted about, unbothered by the presence of fae or otherwise. The modest sized water feature created a meditative sound that filled the space in an unobtrusive way. Mara let out a small sigh of contentment, then sucked in her breath in a gasp when she realized the sigh was audible. Clamping her lips shut, her face bunched up in frustration. A masterful spy she was not. She idly hoped the water feature and the sparrows chatter were enough to drown out her sounds. Otherwise, the human male was likely to know he wasn’t alone in the courtyard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 03:04:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Inspector<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mara, Open <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>John continued to walk around the courtyard, carefully scrutinizing the layout, and looking for any flaws in the design and Magic that would keep this place secure, and hidden from the prying eyes of humanity. So far from what he could see, whomever constructed this space was quite thorough. That will put his superiors minds somewhat at ease, as well as the Fae Council Members about this whole affair. Some would think they were being overly cautious by assigning an Inspector to watch the place nearly 24 hours a day 7 Days a week. Still others felt that just one Inspector was not enough. Particularly considering the location of the establishment being in a very dense human population center. Time will only tell if this gamble will reap dividends, or endanger all of Fae and Human kind. <br><br>John was standing beside the Koi pond watching the large fish swim about, congregating to his shadow eager for some handouts. Sadly he would not have any to give this day. As he stood there, his ears picked up a soft gasp from behind. He didn't register it at first. John was aware he was not alone in the courtyard for some time. Someone from the Cafe followed him. It was to be expected, but whom was it that followed him. The silence in which the person moved, and the tone of the gasp did not seem to belong to the masculine denizens of the Cafe, so that only left female. <br><br>After what he felt was significant time, John turned to face Mara. His feet were shoulder width apart, and his hands clasped in front of him. Though the sun was facing him, the black shades of his sunglasses reflected absolutely no light and he can see her perfectly. In a crowd, it would have been quite easy to over look him as it is what his outward appearance was tailored to do. Create a veneer that was easily dismissed as a trick of the eye. Strangely even now, it seemed as if he was trying to blend into the background even amongst so much greenry, and nature. "Good afternoon Miss Faun. May I ask what business you have with me?" John asked in an neutral tone that was neither threatening, nor welcoming.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eudoxia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 04:05:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong> Mara Capra<br><br><strong>Job~</strong> (https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br><br><strong>When~</strong> 15 September, mid-afternoon.<br><br><strong>Tagging~</strong> John Smith, open<br><br><strong>Side Note~</strong> n/a<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Her stomach dropped when he faced her, then turned to ice when he spoke to her. Faun. He’d called her a faun. Well crap on a biscuit, he’d seen her and called her for what she is. Wait, how? Oh yea, horns. Well, they could be demon horns! Even Mara knew her own thought was ridiculous. She was the least demonic looking person ever. It wasn't her outward appearance so much. Most demons could make themselves look however they wanted. It was her demeanor. With a small sigh, her shoulders slumped in a look that was similar to defeat. <br><br>Lifting them up as she put on her best customer service smile, she walked closer. Clearing her throat, she struggled to find her voice. Truth be told, his posture, suit, and incredibly dark glasses were a little intimidating. Lifting her chin, Mara summoned more confidence. “I have no business with you. I was curious about why you are here, how you got in here.” She didn’t want to call him a ‘human’, because who does that in the outside world? Then again, he’d outright called her a faun. So he knew. He knew of the differences. "And most importantly, I want to know..." She paused, looking up at his dark glasses, wondering what was behind them, who was behind them. "...would you like to see a menu or hear about today's specials?" Her lips quirked up in an amused smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 04:59:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Inspector<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mara, Open <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>John stood there, observing the faun. It would appear his spoken recognition of her race was both shocking, and disheartening as he watched the female Faun slump her shoulders. He remained silent while he waited for her answer. His lips a taunt straight line upon his face. It would take a moment before this faun seemed to collect herself, and smiled at him before approaching. His eyes following her as his face turned slightly as she followed the path to close the distance between them. Coming close enough to where she would look up into his sunglasses. The Faun would state that she had no business with him but curiosity. She wished to know why he was there, and how he got in. Understandable questions considering the amount of magical wards that were placed to keep humans not wanting to come within 10ft of the establishment. Though it would be what she deemed more important that would surprise him. She asked if he would like to see a Menu, and hear about the daily specials. That actually got a reaction out of John. His eyebrow crooking up over the rim of his sunglasses as he seemed to focus more upon the faun. <br><br>"My business here is at the behest of my superiors as well as influential members of the Fae Council to see if Mr. Galagous's endeavors will be either successful, or threaten the delicate segregation between Humanity, and Fae Kind." John explained once he was able to process the request for his order. He had no reason to with hold his reason for being here. No one told him that his mission was in anyway confidential. Though he would deliberately withhold how he got in. There was no point in divulging more information than needed. "As for your offer. I must decline at the moment as I'm presently working." John explained before taking in the faun before him. She was certainly rather pretty, but Beauty seemed to be an ingrained trait of the Fae. "Am I correct to assume you're an employee of Mr. Galagous?" He asked. Though her asking if he would like to see a menu, or interested in the daily Specials would have been a dead giveaway. It never hurt to ask. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eudoxia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 05:56:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong> Mara Capra<br><br><strong>Job~</strong> (https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br><br><strong>When~</strong> 15 September, mid-afternoon.<br><br><strong>Tagging~</strong> John Smith, open<br><br><strong>Side Note~</strong> n/a<br><br><br><br><br><br>He was impossible to read. It was likely the dark sunglasses, but his demeanor and speech patterns didn’t divulge any additional information outside of the actual words he said. Not that she had a particular knack for reading people outside the normal tells- facial expressions, body language. He was clearly a consummate professional, or was just a master poker player. Curious man indeed.&nbsp; She mouthed the words ‘Fae Council’ as he said them. Scrunching up her face, she cast her light grey eyes down as she thought back. Did she know of such a council? It didn’t sound familiar but he said it with such a factual tone that it made her feel like she ought to know. She was fae after all. Giving a small nod, she accepted his answer and didn’t even really notice that he’d not said how he’d gotten in. Clearly it was some high level clearance or something. Maybe he had a badge that allowed him through magical wards…<br><br>Mara blinked a few times, returning to the here and now rather than letting her imagination take a run for it wondering how the suited man made it in. Smiling pleasantly up at him, she nodded again. “Mhmm!” Pulling out the pencil that was tucked behind a horn, she gave her name tag a tap with the eraser. “Mara, waitress extraordinaire at your service. Pleased to meet you, mister…” She left it hanging, hoping he’d offer his name. With an expression indicating she understood his reasons, she said, “Perhaps when you’re off duty, then. Our coffee is amazing and the pie is to die for. Plus we have a full bar.” She gave a half shrug, a mischievous look on her face. “Well, if you’re going to wait till you are off duty, you may as well indulge completely!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 14:37:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Inspector<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mara, Galagous (m), Open <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>John nodded as Mara answered his question with a hummed response while her pencil tapped the badge upon her outfit. She would introduce herself as "Mara", though the Waitress Extraordinaire would have garnered her an amused chuckle from John had be been less disciplined. For now, she would receive a nod. "Smith, Inspector John Smith. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Mara." John replied to her hanging question. It wouldn't be a surprise if the title of "Inspector" did not register with the young faun. The <em>Bureau</em> is not well known, nor were they advertising their presence. To those that know of them, they're either the Boogymen of Fae and Humanity's worst Nightmares, or Angels that sacrifice so much to keep the peace. <br><br>Mara would offer him the choice of partaking of the Cafe's offerings after he got off Duty. Stating that the coffee was amazing, and the pie was figuratively to die for. Though she would also offer up the tidbit that the Cafe does also host a full bar, justifying it by saying that if he was going to wait till he was off duty. Then he should indulge completely. "I'll take it into consideration, Miss Mara." He stated before an idea sprang into his mind. "Since you are here, perhaps you may aid in my inspection by answering some questions I have." He requested as he continued stand before her. "As an employee of Mr. Galagous, it can also be said you're a client as well. Utilizing the property's magical wards to relieve you of the duty of hiding your features. What are your impressions, or thoughts on his establishment, and motivation for its existence. That it being a "Sanctuary" of having to hide your Fae origins?" He asked the faun. Wishing for her honest opinion on the matter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eudoxia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2017, 23:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong> Mara Capra<br><br><strong>Job~</strong> (https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br><br><strong>When~</strong> 15 September, mid-afternoon.<br><br><strong>Tagging~</strong> John Smith, open<br><br><strong>Side Note~</strong> n/a<br><br><br><br><br><br>“Inspector Smith. Nice to meet you as well.” Her pleasant smile may have revealed her slight confusion, not sure what, exactly, he inspected. Her pleasant smile morphed into something a bit more victorious when he said he’d take her advisement under consideration. Mara tried to imagine this disciplined, shaded man with his tie loosened, hair mussed, and glasses off. She had to bite her lip to stop from giggling. It was a nice image. Perhaps maybe she’d get to see it sometime. Then again, one with the title of ‘inspector’ holding the posture he held now- she might see a unicorn first. Given the world she lived in, the latter was entirely possible. <br><br>Ohh, he was giving her an inkling on what he inspected. Listening to his questions, she tilted her head to the side and thought. “What are my impressions? Well, to answer you are correct in that I am a customer as well. In fact, that is what drew me here to begin with. You see, when I hide my…” Her eyes narrowed, finding it more than a little odd that she was discussing hiding who she was with a human. Perhaps he wasn’t human? It was easier to have this conversation if she just pretended he wasn’t human. She continued, “Hiding my true self is not without cost. Being here provides relief- both mentally and physically. Those who don’t have to hide their true selves will never understand how much of a sanctuary this place truly is. We are safe here, safe to look, act and simply BE whoever we truly are. That motivation for existence is enough for me. If Mr. Galagous also turns a profit while doing so, more power to him.” <br><br>She paused and chewed her lower lip, looking at the water feature, the sound soothing. “Before learning of this place, I worked a night shift at an all-night diner. After my shift, I’d run home, experiencing excruciating pain. I’d stay home alone, avoiding others since they can’t see me like this.” Mara pointed her pencil at her horns. “It’s an isolated existence. When this place opened, I was able to actually socialize without being in pain or hiding who I am. Naturally, I applied to work here so I could spend even more time here.” She laughed, looking up at Smith, grey eyes dancing. “Who says that! Who wants to spend more time at work? I do!” Her laughter petered off and she regarded him once more. “Do you like it here? Does it feel different here for you? Different from other places you…’inspect’?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Café de Fae ~ Courtyard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 05:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> John Smith<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Inspector<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mara, Galagous (m), Open <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It was appearing that the faun was becoming more at ease around the Inspector. Though it could be debated as to "Why?". The usual reason was that the Fae in question don't truly know of the <em>Bureau </em> much the same way as the Humans did not know of its existence. <br><br>When Mara repeated the question, John nodded. "Yes Ma'am. Your Impressions." He reiterated. She would go on to explain that he was correct in assuming she was also a patron of the establishment. She would explain how much a relief both physically, and Mentally it was to have a place that she didn't have to suppress her natural features so much. She went on to explain that she worked the Night shift at a diner, and by the time her shifted ended she would be in near agony. <br><br>John would nod occasionally in understanding as the Faun continued in a very positive tone. It would appear that she was quite happy for such a place. All the more reason for Mr. Galagous ensure this establishment is successful. Though her laughter was light, and heart warming. Again, had John been a "normal" human. He would have shared her laugh. <br><br>Mara would then ask an interesting question. Did he like it here, versus the other places that he had been too. "My personal opinion is irrelevant. My purpose here is to observe, and report on Mr. Galagous's venture for interested parties upon the Fae Council and to ensure that the line between the Human world, and the World of the Fae does not blur." He explained before taking a moment to regard the cute faun before him. "However, If I were to offer an opinion. I would say this establishment is...peaceful." He would explain. 
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