Gilded Eye and Ruby Heart (Closed)

[Flamebird]

A crunch sounded as the redhead lowered her head. Shadow covered her eyes. Her fingers clutched the edge of her side of the table. Her face appeared red. Her body shook. It was as if she was a volcano, about to erupt.

“Excuse me, gentlemen?”

Felicity recognized that voice. In response, she growled. Her lips were curved in a tight scowl as footsteps approached the tense table. From the sea of strangers and drunkards surrounding them, a boy submerged. His long, white hair hang across his grey trench coat. He wore a white shirt and black trousers beneath. He seemed to walk a bit awkwardly, as if he was a toddler who only nearly mastered how to take steps. Yet, his fair eyes were calm; his face was far more relaxed compared to the fuming ragechild.

He took a proper bow, at least the bow he was accustomed to. Legs crossed, he lowered his upper body and tilted his head down, “I see you’ve met my partner. Has she found a case?”

He swiped a chair from a nearby empty table, sitting down between Felicity and the drunk bounty hunter. The girl grew even redder, his face more of an awkward frown, as he continued. One leg hung over the other as he laid back. The chair moaned as he motioned towards the blue haired man. “I apologize if Felicity here is awkward or whatever. She has reasons to experience paranoia everywhere she goes.”

“Gwenael!” She hissed a bark, “Shut up-”

He cut her off, continuing. “See, she’s eccentric.”

Her fingers slipped from the table. Visible marks were left from her gripping it so hard. She did not fight back, however, as he employed diplomacy.

“Lassie's one of the sweetest people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. No wonder we’ve joined forces. So, if we’re doing whatever mission you folks are on, let’s get to it.” He raised a hand in the air, snapping his fingers to get a waitress' attention. She came over, he spoke, “An orange cream soda pop for me, a hot chocolate with frosting on top for her, please?”

As she walked off, drowning into the background of meshed people and voices, Felicity's thoughts penetrated his. What are you doing?!

This mission you just took on is too deadly to partake alone. He shifted in his seat, eyeing the group’s captain. Besides, if I left you alone one more moment you would of become a living bomb. Please control your anger?

She stood up, “I need to use the fresher.” Still the color of a tomato, the heat of a jalapeno, she silently stalked off.

“Now then,” Gwenael shrugged, “While we wait for her to cool off.” His eyes softened in tender seriousness. “Not only is she sweet, she’s an incredible fighter. The way I see it, you need all the muscle in this party of yours as you can get. Felicity is honest, but she also…”

The waiter placed their beverages down. His finger was on his lip as he searched for the words, “… For someone her age, her experience and strength came at a cost. She's wary for a reason.” He cupped the pint of bubbling soft drink, “Please give her a chance? She needs this job more than you know, and you need it too.”

He smirked, “Besides, I’m with her!” He lifted the pint to his lips, “And with me in the group you can’t go wrong!”

He took a long sip of the soda. “Ah! Only in Alerar! This soda stuff is a dream!”