Open/Closed Prompts

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Who ⬤ Nero and you
What ⬤ Open and closed starters
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Sex in at least one thread


I. Substory #3 Drifter Grifter

[He looks tiredly at the list of crimes of this grifter and for a moment he wonders if Bradley's out there stealing again? He's probably stealing, but is this specifically Bradley or just some idiot he doesn't have to care about?]

Okay, so what did this guy look like? Did he even have any information or was he just dining and dashing?

[Are there, for some reason, giant windows in your bathrooms? How is this guy getting out so easily?]

II. City of Rain, before hours
[Now more than Ever Nero's grateful to have his shop. An oasis of calm in the middle of the din of Jigokuchou. Of course, the quiet rule doesn't come into effect until the shop actually opens. Sometimes it is nice to be able to talk to his employees without having to write everything down on paper.

He has been cooking a little earlier than usual, but that might be because of the new hire. Bradley? Just somebody from home. At least it's very normal for Nero not to say much about himself.

He does send out a text to everyone who works there.]

Breakfast on Friday at 10 if you want to come early.

Tell me what you want.

III. Wildcard
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Closed Prompts

[perfectdistance]

Rokurou

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[They'd set their date for Tuesday, and Nero fully intended on going. This last week was more stressful than he'd experienced in a long while. There's something about running into an ex that does that. They see each other every day, and Nero really should've thought about this for a greater than 10 amount of seconds.

Oh well.

It'll be nice to see somebody he doesn't have centuries of baggage with. There's something to be said for people who don't know him.

Nero's at the bar a little earlier than they agreed, simply because he couldn't stand the idea of being late. He gives at wave to Rokurou when he spots him.]

How've you been?

[swordhardy]

Hey! Pretty good, how're you?

[ Rokurou grins and waves back in greeting while dropping into the stool beside Nero. He's dressed casually in a black tee and black jeans since he's off duty, not sporting the garish patterned shirts he normally likes to wear when running the gambling hall circuit.

He leans forward once seated, closing the distance between them so it's obvious to everyone else that this guy's here with him tonight. ]

Started without me?

Matoba

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[Nero has a set of selected desserts out for the testing. He's perfectly find doing this either before or after hours, but not during. The sanctity of quiet is something he would like to keep.

There's a full spread of tiramisu, crème brûlée, lemon pie, tres leches, lemon tart, cream puffs, and macaroons (raspberry) out. Every single one of them gorgeously presented and perfectly sweet.]

Which ones do you like?

[worldbent]

[When Matoba had been invited to come and taste test, he had been expecting 2, maybe 3 desserts or so to try out. When he arrives and sees a whole buffet, it's easy to see his eye light up like a child's.] Oh, my. This is all for me? You shouldn't have.

[Alright, let him be a "professional" about this. He pulls out a chair and seats himself, picking up a fork and twirling it in his fingertips as he tries to decide what to dig into first...]

[The creme brulee, that was what Nero had said was a specialty of his, right? Matoba tugs it over for the first taste, humming delightedly to himself.] Oya, it has such a light texture. Not too heavy at all. And the caramel on top is burnt very evenly. I can see that you have spent a long time on perfecting this one, hm?

Eula - We Know Who You Are

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[He did find one of the bombs in Tamamo territory, but the problem is he doesn't know exactly how to diffuse it as it slowly ticks down second by second. As far as he knows he's the only person in this particular area.

He summons a magical copy of a pot and a lid. It floats in the air beside him as he considers what he could actually do to stop the thing. The bomb goes into the pot for now. If he has to, he can fling it up, up, out of the reach of the city.

He still has a few minutes before it goes off. He yells out, hoping somebody who can actually properly deal with this is around.]

There's a bomb in here!

[disagree]

[ eula's been leaping from one roof to another, as she figures that this is the faster way to navigate around town when the streets are thrown into disarray again. this is the norm for her at this point, but upon entering tamamo turf while doing doubletime on her patrols-- ]

Nero...?!

[ she lands neatly on the ground and runs up to him. ]

Where is it? Show me.

II

[inspiteful]

[ Skylark is always on the lookout for new places to eat, whether it's for himself or to always have a suggestion ready for someone else, so when he sees a restaurant with a name like the City of Rain, of course has to check it out.

...Admittedly he's not quite sure why there's this silence rule that he can see at the front door, but he's not about to be rude. He opens the door and peers in, though now he has to wonder if perhaps he came here a little too early. No other customers yet...? ]

[perfectdistance]

[Nero's not actually that quiet yet, so when he sees somebody he Does Not Know in his restaurant he looks slightly puzzled.]

We ain't open yet... But here, sit down. [He looks young and hungry and Nero can't not feed him.] What're you hungry for?

[inspiteful]

Oh, uh...well, if you don't mind. [ He almost considered maybe going back out and waiting until they actually are open, but since Nero's offering... he takes a seat. ]

An omelette.

II.

[potensum]

[ bradley did everything in his power to always be early for work - not motivated by responsibility (although if anyone could tame him, that would be nero), but by the most important thing there is: food.

not just any food, either, but the best there is.

if he could have his way, he'd have his breakfast at nero's place and not the restaurant, but if this is how nero wants things, bradley has no choice but to suck it up and accept it... just kidding. he's gonna shoot his shot no matter what.

just like back home, he'll keep coming back until nero gives in. ]

is this for me too?
cuz you already know what i want
are you still are your place?

[perfectdistance]

[Some people accept a "Stop That", and other people are Bradley Bain who has never stopped anything that he wasn't physically forced into.]

I'm surprised you didn't ask for breakfast chicken.
I'm at the restaurant.

[potensum]

[ you can't see them but his invisible dog ears are drooping right now. ]

breakfast has to be an egg!
helps me save space for later

II

[divisors]

[Hello, Nero. Here you have a customer, dark blue makeup, piercing dark eyes, sharp uniform, cape and pauldrons and all. He looks over the interior with a narrowed glance, before approaching the counter.]

Can you make any request for food?

[perfectdistance]

[This is an Outfit. Is this casual? It can't be casual.

The restaurant is clean, though not especially large.

Nero doesn't say anything about his quiet rule, only because it's before the official hours.]

You're here early. I can make what I have the ingredients for. What are you thinking of?

[divisors]

...

[He's actually quiet for a moment - not because he's noticed there's a quiet rule, suddenly, but he's thinking.]

Eggs and toast. Do the eggs however you please.

Not quite 2 because he doesn't work there but he's bothering Nero for food

[silentscout]

[Did Nero expect to only have co-workers show up early? Because at some point Lalli is going to find this restaurant and recognize the blue-haired man doing setup in the morning, and he is going to do what he does best to indicate that he wants to go in and say hi.

Yeah. He's going up and just trying to open the front door. And if it's locked he'll start pawing at it like a cat while staring sadly through the window. Let him in, Nero.]

[perfectdistance]

[There's a cat at his front door? Is what he assumes as he goes to check what's pawing at the handle.

That's not a cat, that's a full grown person.

He does open it but...]

You're here early.

[silentscout]

[He's the cat-lorax, he speaks for the cats.]

It's not early, it's past breakfast time.

ii

[bratherine]

( 10am... breakfast? early? )

that's brunch

( Not everyone is a chronic early bird insomniac, Katherine.

But; )

i'll have eggs

( And she will be there. )

[perfectdistance]

Early for you get get to the store. I know it's a later breakfast.

Any specific way to cook the eggs? Toast?

[Nero will be there a little earlier than anybody else.]

[bratherine]

( Hm. )

poached, brown bread, veg

( Nero should understand that "veg" means "take your pick because she doesn't mind".

She'll be there a little past ten, half-jogging into the restaurant and irritated in that way which comes when you don't give yourself enough time to get from one part of JGK to the other. )

II

[recluserose]

[The door opens.

Amelia had asked the locals of Jigokucho about the City of Rain and they were happy to point her toward her destination. She had told Nero she would visit after all. With all the hushed talks and tension over the anticipation of the rescue and consequent reward, maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and insert herself into the Alliance so quickly. She does that; hyper-focusing on the grander picture on hand, finding her niche, and doubling down, even more now that she doesn't have her witchcraft to squirrel herself away elsewhere.

It's kind of exhausting, but it's either that or exhausting herself with the homesickness, heartache, and uncertainty of her new life here in Jigokucho.

When Amelia enters, it's quiet inside and the pleasantness of it washes over the witch. She clears her throat a little and calls out.]

Should I be seating myself?

[perfectdistance]

[It's a bit earlier than he usually expects his customers, but he did leave the door open. He shouldn't be that surprised when people come in. So he waves to the customer- Amelia. They've met before, and they've spoken on the EMBER app a few times as well.

Nero's coping mechanism was to fall back on something he's known how to do for centuries: Cook and run a business. Easy. Simple.]

You can come sit over here.

[At one of the little cubicles that looks into the kitchen. A bit of idle chit chat before the day starts isn't unwelcome.]

What can I do for you?

[recluserose]

Ah. Thank you.

[Amelia glances back and forth and then moves to sit down as directed. When Nero asks what he can do for her, she opens her mouth and then shuts it, sealed by pursed lips. She holds up a finger indicating for him to wait.]

Give me a moment.

[Oddly enough, instead of ordering right away, the redhead crosses her arms on the table and then lays her head down. She says nothing and the only movement from her is the rise and fall in tandem with her breathing.

Someone's exhaustion has finally caught up to her.]