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Simple ramen shop owner. Nothing to see here.

Lights Red as Blood
She nods and steps towards the kitchen, smacking a button on the wall as some rather calming ambient music starts playing in the shop. The woman walks outside the kitchen, walking back and forth on the counter. &quot;Something to drink?&quot; Suspiciously, the kitchen was still making noises, and a strange, almost unnatural atmosphere seemed to loom over the restaurant. Nothing seemed immediately wrong, however.
Lights Red as Blood
The woman approaches the three visitors, her hands at her hips and a white apron on her chest. &quot;What can I get for you?&quot; She spoke with a rather monotone, almost exhausted voice. Up close she'd look rather strange for a simple waitress, a black eyepatch covering almost half her face, and the coat she was wearing underneath was certainly far from normal street clothes, looking more like a dark longcoat.
Lights Red as Blood
The woman glares to Cayde and the small skeleton, sighing and seeming to mumble to herself. &quot;I suppose it isn't the strangest thing around here...&quot; She begins cleaning a few glasses, idly watching the customers.
Lights Red as Blood
She narrows sighs and yawns, not moving from where she was standing. She'd turn back towards the kitchen and reach through a small window, taking the bowls handed to her and sliding them towards their respectful recipients, pouring out a water for the young boy and placing it beside his bowl. For a brief moment however, it almost looked like there were two of her from the angle of the window. Perhaps a mirror?
Lights Red as Blood
The woman slides a bowl filled with miso ramen at Cayde, before a second version of her steps out from the kitchen, beckoning herself. &quot;Just a moment.&quot; As if the two were conspiring with each other, they'd look through the window of the kitchen, gazing at the customers.
Lights Red as Blood
The woman darts her eyes to the left and grumbles. &quot;Don't mention it.&quot; The woman walks back into the kitchen, only to come back moments later. Through the window, it almost looked like now 2 of her were walking around behind the scenes.
What if the icon above bit you?
Where would it bite? Where's its mouth? I feel like it'd hurt, but... eh?
He Who Judges the World
&quot;Cat?&quot; <i>Yamiko narrows her eye for a moment as she sees whatever was in the bushes leap out and cling to some little girl. <b>What the hell are all these people doing here anyway?</b> She mumbled to herself, crossing her arms and stepping just the tiniest bit closer, looking down on the scene with what looked like an irritable, but still very subtle, frown. She looks up however, seeing the young man nearby and visibly tilting her head. <b>That's a strange choice of garb...</b> She mumbled once more. Suddenly her eye darted towards the coldness that was Masamune, blinking a couple times with a widened eye.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Yamiko_Mori)</div>
He Who Judges the World
<i>Yamiko raised a brow once more tilting her head and mumbling to herself too quietly to be heard. Something was definitely off about this girl, but she couldn't piece together what. Nothing dangerous, or so it didn't seem.</i> &quot;Magic? Well, some might call it that. I wouldn't reveal my tricks so easily. But maybe I'll let you in on a secret someday. Who knows.&quot;
He Who Judges the World
&quot;Must've flown over my head...&quot; <i>Yamiko sighs a little, still holding eye contact with Homura. Despite her fairly mellow demeanor there was something almost intimidating about the way her expression was, like she was sizing someone up.</i> &quot;Not long. My work has brought me here. On top of that I've been able to wander the city at my leisure.&quot; <i>Her voice sounded weary, as if it were an inconvenience to speak, but she didn't seem too bothered by conversation herself.</i>

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