The Alkemist ~the RP~

[silentdraconis]

"Eiheih," She waved a hand at his soft glare, dismissing the argument with a nonsense sound. Truthfully, that was more information than she needed, far more than she cared for, and unnecessary, since she wouldn't remember it anyway. Die was like that, with things she didn't care about.
"Danke." She took a bite, mind somewhere else until she looked down at the sandwich-minus-a-bite, an expression of delighted surprise on her face. "Ah! Ist gut! Sehr gut!"
She was a flighty creature, apparently.
"Danke shone!" And she resumed eating with the happiest expression. He'd probably heard of 'easy to please' but wasn't she over-doing it just a bit?!
When she finished, she beamed at him. "Den- Ah-" She seemed to realize she wasn't speaking English, because she paused and reverted, probably rephrasing whatever she had been about to say. "There are all sorts of things back here. Just poke around, I'm sure you'll figure it out. And if you don't like how it's organized, you can move things around, but I thought alphabetical by type was a good way to start." She smiled again and collected the dishes. "If Herr Otter wakes up, would you get him what he needs? Danke!" And without waiting for a reply, she vanished with all the dishes into the back.
Flighty creature....  

[Rowen McNeill]

"Bitte, danka, ya, sure thing, bitte." If he was mocking her or simply trying to be polite it was not clear. His german only went so far, and he did a better job of understanding it then he did of speaking it. When the girl left he shook his head softly once or twice, nodded to the otter, then went behind the bar and vanished, poking around untill called for. It was always good to know where everything was- especially the code red. And the Bailey's.  

[silentdraconis]

He couldn't see her expression in response to his German, although he might have heard the very quiet, muttered 'bitte?!" She shook her head and in a few moments there was the clatter of dishes being placed in a sink of water, then the wet clatter of dishes being washed.  

[silentdraconis]

Not much later, Die Drache returned to the club proper, looked around, then leaned over the bar to peer down at Rowen."Hallo. is everything to your liking, Herr McNeil?" She gave him the blithe smile of someone who has completely forgotten anything important that was supposed to be going on, although she had not forgotten he needed swearing in (she was going to wait until after the club closed for the night to do it.)

If he was digging around beneath the bar, or had spent any amount of time poking around, he would discover that, not only did she keep a fair number of sodas there, there was also a corner full of books, more easily discovered by a questing hand than searching eye. All the alcohol seemed to be on the shelves adorning the wall behind the bar, as well as in the cupboards beneath them, mingled in with glasses of various sizes.
His searching had also, probably, turned up a dragon scale about half the size of his palm, and colored a dusty white-ish-silver, although Die's scales were, even at their tiny size, most definitely more silver-green than white-ish-silver.  

[-8- Kitsuname -8-]

Blight_of_Luca

Blin flew out of the doorway into the building "Woah! what was that!?!?" He shook his head as he came to his senses after being pulled from the rich side

The little shadow plushy squeaked, hitting Blin and then bouncing to the floor, causing little stars to twinkle around her head, "...ugh..."  

[Blight_of_Luca]

Blin fell down after the squeky aborable shadow plushie sent him dazing. "That was scary."  

[silentdraconis]

Die looked over at them, her face slightly exasperated. she was flighty, but she did so hate to have to repeat herself... things usually got jumbled when she did so.
"Welcome to the Alkemist, how may we help you?" 'The Dragon' included Rowen in the offer, since he was, after all, the Head Sandwich Maker. Had her tail been present, it would have twitched, but she was not only in the habit of keeping it out of sight for appearances' sake, but also for practicality's sake. it simply wouldn't do (and this she discovered the hard way) to turn around and sweep all sorts of things to the floor.  

[Rowen McNeill]

"Huh? Uh, yeah. Thanks." Rowen barely peaked over the edge of the bar, giving a wave of his hand as more of an expression of his hearing her. When the two visiters made some noise, however, he jumped up, almost hitting his head on the edge of the bar. In his hand, was the copy of 'Good Omens' which had not yet been finished. "Ow! Ah, yeah, what she said..."  

[Blight_of_Luca]

Blin looked up at the two. "Can i have a clam sandwhich?"  

[-8- Kitsuname -8-]

As the plushy started to come to she sat up and leant Blin's leg, stars still twinkling around her head, "Hulloes...and Blin-Blin...my head hurts..."  

[Blight_of_Luca]

Blin hugs Kitsuname as he pics up the diminutive little shadow plushie. "did you land on it when we fell?"  

[-8- Kitsuname -8-]

"Ish always a possibility...do they have no concern for what such things do to something as light as me..?" she returned her friends hug with a small sigh before rubbing the side of her head.  

[Rowen McNeill]

Rowen blinked for a moment, then recalled Die nominating him as the offical sandwich maker. "Uhm, sure! One sec..." Slipping out from behind the bar, the blue-haired young man easily made his way to the kitchen, wondering what exactly went into a clam sandwich (aside from clam, of course).  

[silentdraconis]

"It'll be right here. In the meantime, is there anything else you need? Fresh water maybe?" She had her arms resting on the counter, very relaxed. "If the music doesn't suit you, just make a request and we'll shuffle things up a bit."  

[Blight_of_Luca]

"Do you have an adorable head bandage for shadow plushies?" Blin asked concerned for Kitsunames health.