<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Dyo (Spring), 81380 day 22 Who:Draconan Scatteredfire Where:A small coffee shop on a side road</td></tr></table> Drac remembered the coffee shop like yesterday. He hadn't been here in years, but he used it as a meeting place. Ajita was never a favorite place, but he loved the coffee shop. As he walked inside, he looked around, nothing had changed, the fake vampire head over the fireplace. The wooden chairs. The old bar, the old bartender, and the old rags used to clean the bar. He walked to the bartender and said, "<span style='color:red'>You know what to get me Rio, the dark with double creamer</span>" the bartender nodded, "Oh, of course Draccy, I know." Drac glared at Rio, giving him a look never to call him Draccy. Rio chuckled and got to work preparing the coffee. Drac sat on a chair near the fireplace, as a young waiter came over with a tray with his coffee, and two extra packets of creamer. He nodded his thanks, gave the waiter the money, and added a tip. The waiter thanked him silently, and walked away. Drac sipped his coffee thoughtfully, thinking, he was going to meet Magnus again. Magnus had suddenly contacted him, or was it the other way around? Drac forgot the conversation. A new waitress came over and asked, "Would you want anything from the menu?" he looked at the menu, shook his head, and watched her walk away. Magnus needed to hurry, he was getting mobbed.
Magnus slowly glided into the shop, his feet lightly touching the ground as his robes covered his graceful movements. His long slender tail slowly swaying back and forth, the tail flame shimmering like a rainbow as it danced through the air. His gloved hand turning the shop handle and pulling the door back effortlessly, until he shuffled into the bustle of the shop. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the room for his appointed master of fire. Draconan was a valuable member of the guild, his expertise was greatly valued too. It wouldnÂ’t be that long before he might be skilled enough for a conclave member. The highest rank in the guild. He found his sitting on his table, talking to some young thill of a waitress. He eyed the femme curiously, she was quite the young beauty. He slid his way over the quaint, yet slightly filthy shop. He was all for old, but old and clean suited him better. He prayed he didnÂ’t tarnish his cloths, his robes were far from cheap. "Good day Draconan, its pleasant to see you out of guild." He said warmly as he pulled his seat out carefully, then placed himself neatly down. However he made sure to tuck his robes down, his legs were not pretty.
As Magnus came over, Drac bowed his head in respect, then raising his head, he said, "<span style='color:red'>I'm glad to be out too. I hope this spot is not to...low grade for your liking, but I have grown attached to this small shop.</span>" He took a sip of his drink, and looked around, the people here were polite to even the ruffians, and drunks who thought they could get some alcohol here. "<span style='color:red'>What kind of coffee do you like, and I'll get it for you.</span>" he said, motioning toward his drink. He swished his tail across the floor, sweeping away dust.He placed his two front paws together on the table, to keep from sliding out of the chair, it was ment for twoleggers after all. He took a deep breath and said, "<span style='color:red'>Well, I feel as if I'm getting amnesia, I cannot remember why we are meeting in the first place, I do not wish to offend you, but it is the truth. Maybe my brain did not find it important to remember.</span> He shook his head, as if he were punishing someone. He expecting Magnus to say something, that he wouldn't find good, but Magnus was a friend, and he trusted him to be understanding. The conversation would go nowhere.
