· CALL ME OUT (SPRING) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· spring 2020 ·

They say it's the darkest before the dawn.
We've been in thie town for far too long, we're moving on.


❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months

Comments

lmk if this works

[servitor]

I hope this works with it!

[finalhaven]

[ It's a nice idea... being apart of someone so wherever they go, you go too. It's a very romantic ideal--one that she can't help but smile about it. Not that she really expects much of anything to happen. Promises like that are nice, especially when you're a girl who is waiting on another hero to show up.

One hero that may never come back anyways.

She continues her work on her bar. Supporting local people. What else really can she do? ]

[servitor]

[Another long day, gone unmarked in the books. At some point, the individual days stop mattering to Nyx. As long as there's a sunrise and a sunset, he can continue doing what he's always done.

Some days, he misses the bar back home. Those days were different.

Now all he does is drift to bars when he feels the need to disconnect. A small handful aren't completely opposed to the Glaive, at least. A sad state of affairs that he has to accept such behaviors.

Nyx sighs lightly as he settles onto a bar stool. He's not in a hurry, so he waits for the bartender as he people watches.]

[finalhaven]

Drink for your thoughts?

[ Tifa has learned how to talk to people that come to Seventh Heaven. Either they want to forget everything and drink their sorrows (then inevitably talk about it anyways), or they want someone to listen as the drink lets their guard down. She hears plenty of stories either way.

She smiles and puts her hands on the counter. ]

What would you like?

[servitor]

[Nyx laughs softly.] Don't think they're worth all that much. Beer, please. Doesn't matter which.

[He's never been too picky, despite his former life. He can't afford to be picky either way. A soldier's stipend calls for pragmatism, not luxury.]

[finalhaven]

Hmmm.

[ She twirls an empty glass in her hand before turning to the tap. One.. two... three. She uses the third and then puts it down in front of him. Just enough foam, but not to the point where it is spilling over. ]

Thoughts are the secondary currency of a bar, you know.

[servitor]

Seems like a lot of places missed on that notice.

[He slides the glass closer to himself, nodding at her in thanks.]

Just a lot going on in the city, and I don't know where to start sometimes.

[finalhaven]

Or, they don't have excellent service like what you'll find here.

[ Tifa gives him a gentle smile. If anything, she can at least get him to lighten up a bit. He may not tell her the story, but, leaving the bar in higher spirits than when he came in? That will go far. ]

Most people start with the ones that run the city. Then they complain from there.

[servitor]

[He laughs softly. Slick, that one.]

Easy target, right? I wouldn't blame them either. A little bit of complaining sometimes gets the job done. But me? [He drinks from his glass. Good stuff.] I just get paid to solve the complaints.