01-12-2018, 11:44 PM
The tea ceremony begins shortly after the group of four sit down on the bench. It didn’t take long before they were sipping on the lovely, calming drink. The green-clad-gardener watched the exchange between the the vampire and this new, random man. Who he was was a total mystery to Youmu and possibly even Remilia but the seemed to hit it off very easily. They began to talk like old friends. Youmu sipped her tea quietly and kept to herself, only speaking when spoken to. After some time of meaningless banter between the two new friends, the silver-haired half-human half-phantom interrupted them.
“Pardon my intrusion, my lady, but when will have time to search for Lady Yuyuko? I fear for her safety.” She says, setting down her cup of tea on the table between them. Myon hovered over her shoulder carefully, staying relatively passive.
“I thought we should enjoy our tea first, then we could worry about the smaller things when we’re more relaxed.” Remilia waves it off to continue her conversation with Shun. Just as she begins to talk again, Youmu’s voice, and her hand against the table, interrupts her again.
“You’re implying that my concerns for my lady are less important than your maid’s are for you?” She says with obvious anger in her voice.
“Well, yes. She is my maid after all.” The vampire returns, confused on how she couldn’t realize that herself.
“That’s i-” Youmu says grabbing the hilt of her sword to draw it from the sheath that shrouded it, but she was interrupted by Sakuya. “You know if you do that, you’re going to make an enemy out of me. I suggest you stop right there, Miss Konpaku.”
The strained eyes of the two bodyguards meet and struggle against each other. Youmu’s grip slowly loosens and returns to her side. She sits down on her knees, grabbing her cup of tea and silently looking down at the table. As much as she would fight Sakuya in Gensokyou in this situation, she was in a new world and didn’t know anything about it. It would be best to save her energy for a more meaningful fight.
The nobles around them jumped slightly in their seats, scared of the altercation that was almost imminent before the white-haired phantom took her seat. She noticed one of the nobles giving her a jeered facial expression at her, much to her shame. The woman was dressed in a pink-ish kimono and looked royal, as to expect from a noble. If she had met the end of Youmu’s blade, however, she probably would have coward in a corner and begged for forgiveness, but Youmu was better than that.
“I understand your concern for you charge, but if you wish to partner with us, my mistress’s wish come first.” Youmu responds with a nod, and sips her tea.
“Pardon my intrusion, my lady, but when will have time to search for Lady Yuyuko? I fear for her safety.” She says, setting down her cup of tea on the table between them. Myon hovered over her shoulder carefully, staying relatively passive.
“I thought we should enjoy our tea first, then we could worry about the smaller things when we’re more relaxed.” Remilia waves it off to continue her conversation with Shun. Just as she begins to talk again, Youmu’s voice, and her hand against the table, interrupts her again.
“You’re implying that my concerns for my lady are less important than your maid’s are for you?” She says with obvious anger in her voice.
“Well, yes. She is my maid after all.” The vampire returns, confused on how she couldn’t realize that herself.
“That’s i-” Youmu says grabbing the hilt of her sword to draw it from the sheath that shrouded it, but she was interrupted by Sakuya. “You know if you do that, you’re going to make an enemy out of me. I suggest you stop right there, Miss Konpaku.”
The strained eyes of the two bodyguards meet and struggle against each other. Youmu’s grip slowly loosens and returns to her side. She sits down on her knees, grabbing her cup of tea and silently looking down at the table. As much as she would fight Sakuya in Gensokyou in this situation, she was in a new world and didn’t know anything about it. It would be best to save her energy for a more meaningful fight.
The nobles around them jumped slightly in their seats, scared of the altercation that was almost imminent before the white-haired phantom took her seat. She noticed one of the nobles giving her a jeered facial expression at her, much to her shame. The woman was dressed in a pink-ish kimono and looked royal, as to expect from a noble. If she had met the end of Youmu’s blade, however, she probably would have coward in a corner and begged for forgiveness, but Youmu was better than that.
“I understand your concern for you charge, but if you wish to partner with us, my mistress’s wish come first.” Youmu responds with a nod, and sips her tea.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber