To the 'Tea' [Open]

[Vergil Zallir]

Words: XXX Notes: First thread hope someone joins, keeping it light Objective: Searching for Tea Shop Mood:Annoyed Health: 100% Music:Another Letter "Shit it's cold." The man clenched the insides of his jackets as he walked in another desperate attempt to stay warm in this weather. Coming from the south he wasn't used to this kind of cold, or really any kind of true cold living around the equator did that to people. It was midday and it'd begun to snow as he walked through the streets the cold streets a crumpled piece of paper in one of his pockets. He was looking for a special tea shop in the city. He figured it'd be wise to let go of at least one of his vices seeing as everything that could go wrong was going wrong in the city as of late. Smoking was really the only thing that kept him level headed in these times, but he figured he could drop caffeine and jump on the bandwagon that was herbal tea. He'd left the residential distract about an hour and a half ago leaving the comfort of his two bedroom apartment to find this supposed legendary tea shop, all the fanatics raved about the place according to the few forums he visited, and seeing as he had nothing better to do today classes having been cancelled because of snow fall he figured he'd travel out to the area and at least tea a shot. The young man bit down on the edge of his cigarette obviously lost and annoyed his irritation beginning to show. He puled the note out of his pockets once again rereading his map wondering where messed up. somehow he'd arrived in a park and as sensuous as the scene was: the children playing in the snow, people solo and in pairs alike walking through the winter wonderland of sorts taking in the scenery themselves it did little to soothe Vergil's annoyance. It would have been wise for the man to ask for directions, but he was much too stubborn to openly ask someone instead he'd take a seat in attempt t decipher his own map before he froze halfway to death.

[Vice Ysal]

Rest was important. Even without saying it out loud, it should have been obvious that taking a break from the strenuous everyday activities that a person places on his or herself would do said person some good. There was probably even an entire science put into it that could teach people how rest can efficiently be done but Vice wasn't exactly the type to look that kind of thing up. It was resting for fuck's sake and he wasn't gonna look for some crack pot explanation on how to do it better. With that said, the graduate decided it'd be good to choose today of all days to do so.

Taking note of the conditions that the weather had brought up for this day, the young man was slightly more chipper if only for the weaker and thus less amount of sunlight wanting to ravage his eyes into an epileptic death. With even breathing, a red scarf, and his usual cold casual outfit, the young man thought it be prudent to spend the day somewhere in the market place and maybe place an order over at Laharl's for the usual manufacturing of his stuff. The guy always had something good, that much he'd observed from his often escapades into the armoury.

Tossing a couple of coins in to the vending machines located in key spots of the place, the young man occupied himself with a rather hot can of coffee. It was probably luke warm at best but anything 'not cold' during the recent weather development might as well have been hot. Learning from his past mistakes with overly hot drinks in overly cold weather, Vice decided to just let the warmth spread through his fingers first before drinking the thing. Burnt tongues were a bitch to handle with and anything else he ate after it just felt more funny than filling.

Reaching some random half occupied bench, Vice thought it be a good place as any to try and plot out the day's agenda. Sitting on the other end of the public furniture, his back leaning against the wooden rest of the seat, the young man then popped open the cap and took a small swig of it. It was, after all, bad manners to intrude in other people's business specially if they were strangers. It, however, didn't stop the red eyed asian to get a glimpse of his seat mate's worries.

'Sucks to be lost in town. Specially in this kind of weather.'

[Vergil Zallir]

Words: XXX Notes: The struggle is real searchin for tea shops n' shit. Objective: Find this damn tea shop before I get sick. Mood:Annoyed Health: 100% Music:Breakbeat Kids Pt.2 Vergil had taken a seat for a moment hoping to regain his bearings and figure out at least where he was, walking around aimlessly would only get him more lost in the long run. Vergil always had a terrible of sense of direction, even back home in Niger he'd get lost on the city streets constantly, how he'd managed to make it back home in the first place was a miracle, on its own. He slid a single hand through his locks, it was something he did when he was irritated and needed to calm down, his mother used to do it for him and seeing as she wasn't here he'd taken it upon himself to preform the exorcise almost unknowingly. As his hand slid through his the thick locks he saw around his age had decided to take seat next to him out of the corner of his eye. Vergil said nothing to the man initially seeing as the guy was busy doing his own thing, taking a sip of something or another in the bottle seemed a bit early to get drunk, but who was he to judge, much less assume it was alcohol in the first place. It was then the man's eyes turned to Vergil's own, or rather his paper in turn causing the boxer to turn away, he didn't need this guy thinking he was checking him out, and he didn't want to make it anymore awkward than it already was. As the man checked out the directions Vergil leaned back on the bench his locks falling farther behind almost touching the snow below. It was only about a foot and a half high, however it didn't seem like the snow fall was gonna slow down anytime soon. He'd originally hoped to make it to the shop and back before the snow had reached this point, needless to say that plan was as lost as he was. It took a total of thirty seconds for Vergil to come to a decision regarding what to do. He turned his slightly to the man halfway glancing at him still unsure, "Yo, you have any idea where the Jade Dragon Tea shop is man? , kinda lost." He'd slide a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket as well as his light. waiting for a response from the man. "Not like you didn't already know that, shit."

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[Vice Ysal]

A small sip from his can of coffee warmed up his throat before proceeding to follow down its intended path and eventually warming up his body. The more tolerable condition was a much more conducive state when it came to plotting about things as compared to having one freeze their balls off in the weather not that it was that cold or anything. Looking around at the current situation at hand, Vice clicked his tongue at the incessant falling of snow all around, that much was his really only problem with the cold weather here in the City. It was a bit annoying since that limited the things he could possibly do for the time being but, he mused, that the silver lining for this was that there wasn't really anything all that important to do for today.

Leaning further against the backrest of the bench, his spine slightly curving thanks to the shape of the furniture as he neck bent back a little to give him a view of the cloudy skies. Another sip of his drink, albeit more carefully now lest his choke on it, and that satisfying warmth once more spread. He was just about to call it there and head on towards to Laharl's shop in order to place the order for the next batch of equipment for the next time he went on exploring when the stranger next to him spoke up. Turning a bit to acknowledge the guy, Vice took the time and effort to politely listen to the awesomely haired male's inquiry. When the words 'Jade Dragon Tea' came out, Vice couldn't help but give off a small laugh crossed with a snort. Standing up and patting the backside of his pants, the asian took the last sip from his coffee can and faced the direction towards the teashop.

"Old Man Xiao Long and his advertisements."

Vice shook his head.

"Sorry about that, didn't mean to be rude. Old Man Long's tea shop, er, the place you're looking for is quite a ways off from here so…I guess I'll just guide you there? "

[Vergil Zallir]

Words: XXX Notes: We should get jobs at taco bell :l / cigarettes are my 'go to' for this character Objective: Find the Tea Shop Mood: Friendly??? Health: 100% Music:Jouji Washington Vergil's eyes shifted to the man quickly as he cupped his hand over the cigarette in his mouth a small flame flickering as he lit up as he listened to the man. Seems like he was in luck, the guy knew not only where the tea shop was but by the sound of it knew the owner on some kind of at least semi-personal level. Maybe Vergil was luckier than he originally thought seeing as the guy seemed willing to guide him, not a bad turn of events he had to say. Vergil however still had a good bit of ego mistaken for pride in his reserves, and although was willing to let someone help him, he wasn't gonna hinder someone else. He tilted his head farther away from the man and exhaled after all it'd kinda be a dick move to blow cancerous smoke in his face after his bench mate had decided to be so personable so to speak. As he finished exhaling he spoke up careful to keep the smoke from falling out of his mouth. "Hey I appreciate it, but you don't have to go with me or anything I don't wanna intrude on your time if it's a ways you probably got better things to do then follow a scrub like me around, right?" He'd slide the carton of cigarettes out once again this time offering the box to his new acquaintance in case he wanted one it was the least he could do to thank him, without the instruction he probably would have spent another hour out here squandering time in this more than troublesome weather. Since he was still in the limelight Vergil figured he might as well give some kind of introduction as well. "The name's Vergil, you?" He took the smoke out of his mouth and exhaled into the sky again the smoke thickening in the air for a moment before evaporating into the elements. the introduction was short sweet and left an opening, it was a bit half assed, but who really cared right?

[Vice Ysal]

"It's fine, man. It's not really a thing but Old Man Long does give out the occasional freebie for those who can bring in some more guys to the business so this'll help us both in a way."

Vice informed, his tone conversational and the smile forming on his face just light. When the young man had been offered a cancer stick for his good deeds, the red eyed civilian just gave a well mannered shake of his head to indicate that he didn't want one. When the time for introductions arrived, the Biker extended his hand forward a bit to offer a handshake to the other. It was more of a habit than anything else but it's yet to get him in trouble so he found no reason to rectify it.

"Aye, you can call me Vice. Ironic, ain't it?"

The asian answered back as he would retract his hand back into the confines of his pockets whose insides were much warmer. Waiting for his newly gained acquaintance slash meal ticket to finish whatever business he had to do, Vice then started to walk at a comfortable pace towards their destination.

"Guessing you saw one of the old man's advertisements." Polite small talk was polite, and it should help warm up the atmosphere or something. Hot air and all that. "Always had a way with words, Long I mean. Could've probably been a politician if he bothered enough." The distinction between sarcasm and seriousness was rather fine in that one.

[Vergil Zallir]

Words: XXX Notes: We should get jobs at taco bell :l / cigarettes are my 'go to' for this character Objective:Get to the tea shop/ learn about Vice. Mood: Friendly Health: 100% Music: Insert-Winter esque music here. Vergil gave a small laugh to the man's name, "Vice, damn man what kind of Vendetta did your parent's have against you." as Vice declined the smokes Vergil slid the box back into his pocket. He stood quickly following his guide rubbing the now flickering bud of his smoke on the bench railing before throwing it away in a nearby garbage bin, he was a responsible smoker if anything despite how much of a contradiction that was in its essence. Seeing as it didn't really hinder the Asian Vergil let his pride fade and would walk with the man wasn't like he had anyone to talk to prior to the capped man anyways, and he seemed like a decent enough guy. As they began to walk Vergil would move beside the man following his lead they'd pass a group of white people wearing ill suited clothing for the weather, they wore jackets, but for some reason wore shorts underneath. "White people man, I just don't get it." Vergil would mutter to Vice after they passed the group, "Anyways what do you do around here man. If you don't mind me askin' or anything."

[Vice Ysal]

"Everyone makes stupid decisions, man. White guys just like flaunting it is what I'm guessing."

The young man added, a bit of of mirth to it all since he himself did note that the apparel was moronic. Jackets and shorts for cold weather was a stupid idea and that who ever came up with it obviously didn't have any sense of either self preservation or fashion.

Besides, those coloured shorts looked hideous with the top's fabric.

"Nothing much really. Work out, bike around the place on my custom, serve food at a restaurant. Pretty much all you can expect of the average joe around here. You? Given, there isn't that much to do nowadays ever since the quarantine. Mosaic used to be a bigger hub of activity back then."

Turning around a corner and waiting for the red light to appear, and waiting a bit more just in case one of the cars just decided to either try and beat the red light or had a malfunctioning break system, Vice then continued to to guide his meal ticket towards the tea shop.

[Vergil Zallir]

Words: XXX Notes: work at your restaurant son takin double shifts under shitty boss Objective:Get to the tea shop/ learn about Vice./Learn about quarintine Mood: Friendly Health: 100% Music: Insert-Winter esque music here. "Word, man I feel you." Vergil nodded as the capped man spoke about the quarantine, it'd ended the boxing season for him seeing as no one could get in and no one could get out it was a big thorn in his side, but he took the absence in stride figuring it allowed him some time to rest and focus on his schooling without having to worry about losing his scholarship, there were times however when he missed the sensation of the ring, after all Mosaic City wasn't know for its mass diversity of fighters. Of course there was more to this quarantine that met the eye, he'd seen that first hand. As he walked beside his new ally he wondered how many people had any idea what was really happening to the city. The man brought his hands behind his head as he walked, "Well I'm a sophomore at Mosaic U. Business major. I came on a boxing scholarship, but thanks to this fake ass quarantine my season's been cancelled. So I've just been studying, training, and heading to my classes pretty mundane life man, but you already understand that." he'd look away for a moment a quick thought taking shape, "Oh and fighting fucking demons that's a thing too. "Maybe I'll stop by your restaurant sometime, i'll be sure to give a good tip if I manage to find it." He'd chuckle lightly before continuing, "But seriously do you have any idea what's going on with this quarantine, I haven't seen any kind of nuclear leak or whatever." In truth Vergil had no idea what was going on he just knew it had something to do with the demons he fought in the night.

[Vice Ysal]

"Ah Mosaic U, Boxer, And a scholar at that? That's some heavy stuff."

Vice complimented, a light grin on his face as he heard his travelling companion talk a bit about himself. It was great to see another University student, and though the younger of the two was pretty much done with his 'mandatory' education already, it still meant that there was someone else he could talk to regarding these kinds of things. Sure, there were others his age but there was always a pretty big difference in mentality from an 18 year old Highschool to a 19 year old University student. Life wasn't quite sparkles and daydreams anymore after you take off the uniform after all.

"I'll hold you on to that, man. I'll even give you a map later so you can find it."

Another light hearted exchange and suddenly, the weren't quite a ways off from their destination. The snow was getting thicker though, and the ice on the road was getting a bit too shiny to be driving as fast as the speed limit. Picking up the pace a bit to get to the establishment, Vice was sure that neither he nor Vergil would appreciate getting buried under the snow flakes.

"That thing? The whole quarantine is as much bullshit as most propaganda by the government. This isn't how you deal with nuclear leaks man. What I'd give to see the outside again though. I miss seeing the Car Factory over at the west side of the city, that place had a lot of cool things even when I was a kid."

Shaking his head at that, the subtle hint of 'getting out' more or less injected into the conversation. It was a test of sorts, get some kind of answer and Vice would be able to at least get an idea if the person had ever been outside of the city walls ever since the quarantine had been set up. Rolling his shoulders as they made a turn, Vice raised his hand and pointed over at the tarpoline that was hanging off one of the building's walls. A massive arrow pointing down with a Jade Dragon curling around it.

"And there's old man Long's place. C'mon."