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Sierra
 Posted: Oct 5 2016, 07:32 PM
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Somedays, you just needed to hide away from the tourists for a while. Doing so at the Mock Turtle was probably not in Sierra's best interests, but it was the only place serving up hot roti and dhal soup with enough enough cumin seeds to make it close to mom's recipe. Sure, her parents were alive and she could visit them, but she'd moved out of the house for a REASON.

Her shift over at Flintstone Taxi's was done for the day, and it'd been a doozy of a morning hauling Yeppies around for their morning and afternoon commutes. Fuck the lot of those snobby bastards but at least they paid well.

After exchanging a few bits of silver chain, the lanky and large athletic halfie began wading her way around the tables and other customers. With the roti tucked into the crook of her elbow while both hands were occupied, one with a very much chipped porcelain bowl of soup and the other with her miser's purse, it was less easy to move out of the way if-no when someone hurriedly backed into her.
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 Posted: Oct 15 2016, 03:58 PM
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Admitedly he’d had to explain Cullen Skink the first time he’d come here looking for it. However, the smoked fish soup with cream and mashed potato in it was actually quite easy to make, if you had some fish stock already on hand. Apparently he wasn’t the only person who liked it, now that it graced the specials board on Tuesdays.

Making his way across the crowded eatery, bowl in hand, he was concentrating on not spilling his precious soup when in his peripheral vision a hand reached up, a little plastic Halloween skeleton on a string in the fingers, heading straight for one of his front tines. Seriously people?

He automatically threw his head up and stepped backwards, antlers likely to endanger anyone standing too close behind him. “Hey, not cool.” He said, scowling at the halfie girl who thought he was something to decorate.

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Sierra
 Posted: Oct 15 2016, 04:28 PM
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Something sharp and pointy started colliding with her head before someone's back was shoving up far too fast against her own. In midstep, Sierra stumbled forward to avoid the brain damage that was looming in her future.

"Hey, Hey, HEY!"

It was too late and that hot soup was sloshing out of the bowl over bare hands, threadbare jeans and a threadbare sofa that was in the direction she was getting shoved. "Fuck! Shit!"

The glare she threw when her head whipped around was centered on the offenders of this act of injustice, before she growled at the walking coat rack whose horns were getting all up in her business. Wonderful, a fucking Rune Lord. "Watch it."
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 Posted: Oct 15 2016, 10:28 PM
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“Watch it yourself.” Cern replied automatically. “How’s about a bit of personal space.” He complained, and swung his head for emphasis. Anyone not getting out of the way of that in a hurry was going to lose an eye. Or a hand, if they were reaching for it.

He shrugged his shoulders in the big, green ex-army coat he wore, turning to see exactly who he’d bumped into. And looked up. Shee-it. She was a big girl, bigger than him, a halfie like himself and all muscles and attitude to judge by the hairstyle. The top of her hair and the top of his antlers were about the same height. She looked fit; really fit.

And she was wearing her dinner, as was the couch next to her. However much he might dislike the world in general at times, good food shouldn’t be wasted. “Sorry about your soup.” He muttered, turning to look for somewhere to sit where he could have some peace and quiet.

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Sierra
 Posted: Oct 16 2016, 06:04 PM
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She also looked pissed, which had more to do with the fact that he'd just swung those antlers in her face not a second or two before. The ones she had to duck back to dodge, which didn't really endear this Rune Lord to her any more than anything else he said. Lumpy spiced lentil soup was still sticking to her leg and there was half a fucking meal wasted before he apologized.

"Oh, 'you're sorry', what happened to 'watch it yourself'?"
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 Posted: Oct 18 2016, 09:36 PM
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“That tae” He growled, accent broadening in irritation. Excuse me for trying to defuse the situation. But the Mock Turtle wasn’t a place to get into a fight, not if you wanted to be welcome next time. And he wasn’t a fighter, not really. He just wanted to get on with things and not get bothered, patted or picked on by random people, which seemed to happen all too often.

A couple got up from a tiny table in the corner as he turned away, so the Rune Lord made a beeline for it, before the dishes had even been cleared away. Plonking himself onto a still warm wooden stool he pushed the dirty plates to the far side and set his bowl down, intent on eating his soup in a few minutes of peace.

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Sierra
 Posted: Oct 30 2016, 01:20 PM
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Well, he wasn't all stupid, Rune Lord with a bad case of transformatter-whatever growing out of his scalp, the kid was backing down. Antlers was a kid, by her standards and one who had some serious issues.

By all rights, Sierra could have easily said 'We're taking this bullshit outside' and not one of the customers would've been slighted by it. Hell, some would have probably placed bets. There was food to be consumed, or in this case, renewed as she turned about swiftly on one heel and marched back to get some more soup and a fucking rag or something for the stuff cooling on her jeans.

So Cern may have those precious few minutes alone with his own meal unmolested by the angry halfie cabbie. The other patrons, not so much, as some of them, despite the warning of impalement by horns for their transgressions, were still looking at the lad thoughtfully every so often.

At least until the same cabbie sat down in front of the boy at the same table and without a word began setting down her food and eating. That sorta of false calm where no one would fight, but that it was simply a truce because there were more important things to get done.
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 Posted: Feb 27 2017, 11:56 PM
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Cern was focused on eating his soup. At least he could get it here; this little memory of home, all smoked fish and cream and thickened with mashed potatoes. It smelled like Scotland, which he missed. Well, alright, Scotland was cold and wet a lot but it was also wild and beautiful. And it had things like a warm bed and internet and his mum. He was only nineteen, and insecure, and sick of looking like a freak, and sick of living in this confusing place. But if he went back to Earth he’d really be a freak. Not that halfies had it easy here, but horned halfies had it very hard back home.

Home. It still was, in his mind. He sighed, and concentrated on his soup, glowering at nothing in particularly.

Until a large figure settled themselves into the chair directly across from him and a glance up showed it to be the hulking halfie woman he’d argued with a few minutes ago. Seriously? Out of the whole freakin’ place? Not that there was much room, but still. There wasn’t much room on the tiny table either. But causing a fuss might result in more than spilled soup, and he did possess a few vestigial self-preservation instincts. So he settled for a glower in her direction, before pulling his soup protectively towards him and focusing on eating like it was the only thing in the world.

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 Posted: Feb 28 2017, 12:54 AM
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If all he could manage was a glower, then all Sierra would give him would be a grunt of acknowledgement before she sat down and applied herself to the curried spice of the dahl soup in front of her. It didn't have nearly the spice level of her mother's version of this, but both her mom and pop were too busy these days, either taking care of Cardamon, or saving up to send her to a decent school.

Chewing on a stray carraway seed, she mulled over sending some of the next paycheck to help out at home as someone brushed up to clear the dishes. Out of the corner of her eye someone's hand was moving up on the rude little Rune Lord's horns with something..

Oh for...hadn't enough food been wasted on this bullshit??

""Hey." Sierra announced, giving the decorating human a look over Cern's antlers that meant she didn't have the patience for someone else's bullshit. "Knock it off or I will knock you out for fucking with dinner."

There may have been some pointing with a spoon to emphasize this point. She didn't know the dude trying to ornament the world, but if someone started something that ruined her meal again....
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 Posted: Mar 4 2017, 05:58 PM
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Eat. Finished food. Get the fuck out. That was all he wanted. He’d nearly achieved that too, scraping the last bits of the thick soup from the bottom of his bowl, when suddenly the halfie sitting across from him loudly declared war over apparently nothing.

He looked up, anger in his green eyes, but the words I haint done shit died in his throat as he realised that her angry gaze – and emphatically pointed spoon – were not directed at him. Turning his head, slowly this time so that anyone in danger of being impaled could get out of the way, he looked over his shoulder and spotted the outstretched hand with the – what was it, a bell on a string? – heading his way. Except that the guy had frozen on being yelled at by Halfie Anger across from him.

“This shit was funny at Christmas.” Cern drawled. “Noo tis jus’ fuckin’ annoyin’. Do I mess wi’ yer dreds?” He asked the guy, and grabbed the bell from his hand before he could protest. “Cheers.” He said, plonked the ornament down on the table and turned back to his bowl. If he wanted to give Cern something he could do it without hanging shit on him.

If he’d been sitting alone there might have been more trouble, but Sierra radiated the aura of someone who was not to be messed with. There was a huge variability amongst halfies, but the fact that she was huge and built like a tank probably helped with not getting messed with. Cern on the other hand was half a foot shorter in that lanky teenager phase.

The hubbub settled down again as it became plain that the show was over, though Cern suspected he might have to avoid the place for a little while if he didn’t want to get banned as a troublemaker, which wasn’t a happy thought. Oh well. Maybe he should order something to go, just because. The staff came to clear their plates and Cern looked up into those very Elvan silver-blue eyes that contrasted so starkly with Sierra’s dark face, and gently pushed the bell across the table to her. “Thanks.” He said quietly.

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 Posted: Mar 4 2017, 06:32 PM
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There may have been some laughter in those eyes, not directed at him in the least as it stood. It was more like the big halfie tank was just pleasantly surprised to see some semblance of manners under the Rune Lord.

Might be hope of saving this kid yet.

Maybe the bell was just his way of paying back the food he'd cost her earlier. Sierra pondered these ideas as she fingered the string the bell was attached to before pocketing it. Sure, she was big and tough and would probably make pretzels out of anyone dumb enough to fuck with her on a route, didn't mean she wasn't an honest cunt.

"Easy there scottie, people will think y'all some kinda soft cunt." There was a wicked smile on those broad dark lips over neat white teeth. "Ease the bottle out of your arse, Mock Avenue's a neutral zone."
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 Posted: Mar 4 2017, 07:38 PM
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Cern didn’t like being laughed at, or judged, or picked on, or any of the things that angry teens traditionally responded badly to. It was bad enough that things had started to weird at home, but Bordertown hadn’t turned out to be much of a picnic either.

Still, the woman’s smile took some of the sting out of her words. He didn’t want people thinking he was soft – though goodness knew he wasn’t exactly tough – but then again Sierra was the first person in a long time to give him more than a few words in a social setting outside of the Rune Lords. Sure, it didn’t help that he didn’t get out more than he had to, but still.

“Thairs few enou’ neutral zones in Bordertoon.” He complained, allowing his accent to broaden to show her how it was done, since frankly her impersonation was bloody aweful. Not all of us are built like you either he thought enviously. There was plenty of doubt over whether he’d ever fill out or whether, having Human colouring, he’d keep the Elvan build. If he could develop more Elvan strength that might compensate a bit.

Still, Ol Doinyo Lengai over here seemed to know what she was about, and how to survive in this crazy place. Maybe he could learn something from her. “My mither ne’er telt me that folk hated halfies here.” He observed.

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 Posted: Mar 4 2017, 07:50 PM
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"No offense to your momma, but I don't think she spent too much of a second actually thinking about the halfies when she was here." Sierra replied, as certainly as if it were fact as she used the roti bread to scrape out the last bits of the soup from her bowl and pass it on to a busboy. "And there's plenty of neutral zones, ain't you ever been down to Th'Poop over on Ho? They update the gangland maps all the time, an you can get an update from a Herald if you come across em."
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 Posted: Mar 8 2017, 07:10 PM
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Some people might have been offended by the ‘yo momma’ comment, and some might have expected Cern to be offended, but the fact was he’d come to the same conclusion himself. “My mither was eighteen, an’ here tae hae fun.” He said with a shrug of rangy shoulders. And clearly fun had been had, probably too much fun. But in order to be old and wise one must first be young and stupid. She’d been young and stupid for a few weeks, gone home and got a surprise.

The Poop on Ho? That sounded like exactly the wrong kind of kinky pleasure parlour. “I’m nae sure I shuid ask.” He said dryly. “Whit’s with the bluidy gangs onyway?” Couldn’t people just leave each other alone.

But the fact was that he hadn’t explored more of Bordertown than he had to. “Luik.” He said quietly. “Whin I arrived I was attacked by whit must hae been a Pack gang, an’ I was badly beaten. The Rune Lairds tuik me in. Suffice to say I hae nae desire to repeat the experience.” Not if he could avoid it. He wasn’t a fighter, although that was more because he’d never needed to be.

“Were ye born here?” He asked, regarding Sierra thoughtfully. She certainly would have stood out like a sore thumb back in the World.

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Sierra
 Posted: Mar 8 2017, 08:00 PM
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...Okay. There was really stupid Dragon's Milk and Mad River bullshit going on with the way this kid was responding to 'The Poop on Ho'. That was pretty fucking goddamn worrying, given with how his entry story was shaping up. No one in his supposed 'help' of a gang had done anything to educate anyone? Shit who was fucking running the Rune Lords now if that was the case.

"...Dude, we live in fucking Soho. South of Ho street, giddit? And th' Poop is usually where you can get caught up on what shit when down." Do you grok a map, motherfucker? Do you?

Sierra ran fingers through the short-cropped hair over her ears and fidgeted with an industrial. This was not a thing she should have to explain to someone."In case you haven't noticed...there ain't any cops running about in this part of town. The gangs and they that they turf? It's so calling 'Protecting they own and they neighborhood.'"

"Just how long you been living with the Loirds and they block anyhow?"
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