Creme in my Coffee

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Mmm," a low hum vibrated lowly in sync with the high whispering of the Traverse Town's breeze. With the warmth from her brevage and the coolness of this planet, the viera Coffee was quite comfortable as she reclined in her iron black chair outside the cafe.

Her head leaned back in full relaxation, while her right leg crossed over the lest. Her ear twitched feeling her short hair waver at the breeze a bit brushing a red blemish on her neck, and the viera doubt it was from a mosquito. The Cookie can be quite wild, and a mere memory cracked a smirk on the soothed viera's face.

A marroon eye was ajar scanning the first district. Heartless and Nobodies weren't frequent here. Coffee assumed they loved to hunt and squirm out without too many present to grab easy prey. Then again, she couldn't care less, they were too weak for her entertainment or profitable occupation.

"Seems like this world lack value," raising the mug to her lips, Coffee inhaled to sweet smell of caramel in the hot coffee. She had demanded that enough caramel creme was mixed in the drink thouroughly. "Seems like I'm stuck here for a while."

[antique]

It seemed it would have been a good idea to drop by Traverse Town; after all, that was where she had last dropped off a certain troublesome Viera. Though she didn't feel like it was her responsibility, it would have been a good idea to check on her. Besides, after much research, she had heard this World had once harbored someone who was quite famous among Gummi Ships.

Perhaps she should...at the very least, take a peak at what was going on.

Pulling a rather drab sand-coloured cloak around her neck, she ventured out of her beloved Air Ship to search this World. It wasn't a very large one, after all. It couldn't be very long to find her. The drab cloak covered her face and ears for the most part--she had learned from her travels so far that her kind...well, whatever she was, didn't stray too far from Ivalice. Things with rabbit ears, she learned, were a bit exotic.

Her delicate nostrils picked up a scent--caramel. Her stiletto legs found themselves gracefully making themselves toward what she could only describe as a cafe. That smelled horrid.

She spotted what she was looking for, and found the mocha Viera sitting with a horrible smelling concoction of sugar.

"Found you."

[Ellie who has 0%]

Coffee's ears quirked; if one was keen they could distinguish people by their walking patterns in how heavy the step and so on. Her eyes lifted from glancing down at the coffee in a hunting glare as it scattered looking through the townspeople, since she was pinpointing a specific individual. She hummed lowly knowing that the viera would seek her out easily, and Coffee knew she was close by the familiar clicking of stilettos heels.

Found you.

Leaning back in the chair, Coffee looked up at the figure before her. She smiled nonetheless despite how unattractive the cloak was as Creme's wardrobe concealed majority of a viera's beauty. A long claw twitched with a silent plea to rip the cloak off, but the viera composed herself for the time being.

"Aaaw my Creme Puff was looking for mee." Coffee knew she would, since Creme tend to always check on her. 'What for?' the viera never questioned. Deciding to play nice, she tugged on the cloak beckoning the other either sit with her or on her, "For a moment, I thought you would've forgotten me. You must have since you're wearing that of all."

"So how was the trip here? Hopefully the airship didn't take too much damage," there were odd spacecrafts out there that would love to blow anything up into smitherines. Then again, the perk of intersecting them was the droppings of valuable gummi ships that Creme could always use.

[antique]

Her delicate senses picking up the tugging near the bottom of her cloak, Creme took the gesture as easily as a rag doll would have and sat down next to Coffee. The unflattering cloak crumpled underneith her knees, letting her pale (for a Viera, anyway) long legs stretch out beneith her. These chairs were a bit. Short.

"For a moment, I thought you would've forgotten me. You must have since you're wearing that of all."

She took a long claw and examined the rather drab piece of wardrobe, which covered nearly everything on her, making her appear more or less like a sand-coloured heap of homeless clothing. It escaped her that she wasn't Hume or quite Viera sometimes. Or perhaps she really just didn't care. It was rare for her to care about something, anyway. It was probably too big for her, anyway. All that she muttered about it, pure and concise--if Machina could talk...

"It is convinient."

She twisted her head almost stiffly to the Viera. It really was one of those things though. Considering the world lacked a sun, she doubted it was a very warm place to be.

"The Ship is operating optimally," she stated. A pitch in her voice changed. Maybe pride? Afterall, she had basically built that ship from scratch. It was as close to a "child" as the Viera who wasn't a Viera was probably going to come close to.

"Did you collect sufficient data?" she inquired, though there was no lilt in her voice whatsoever, not even to signify the words coming out of her mouth was presented in a question form. She could barely be heard, as well. Creme didn't have to raise her voice. She knew Coffee's hearing was sensitive.

As if she was really interested in hearing what the mocha Viera had to say, one of her ears seemed to flop forward, peeking lightly out of the hooded cloak. Those things definately had a mind of their own.

[Ellie who has 0%]

"The heartless here are weak with low value, so that will effect my income. Already I have an employer here, and already notified that this world is only useful for harboring unfortunately. Also it's quite unusual being casted into...," she sipped her coffee looking up at the stars momentarily, "infinite night."

"Also my employer is quite a fan," she wondered how far away the bunny loving scientist were. She had quite the insatible hunger in multiple scenarios from a heartless, a nobody, and even a certain viera. Coffee wondered if Saga happen to leave any marks on her; she may even smell like her if it wasn't for the invention of bathing. "She had a fetish for 'bunnies', but have an interest in collecting heartless and nobodies, which is where I come in. There's even a lab for her...to perhaps dismember them piece by piece."

"With useless people, accessory shop, and even a gizmo shop, there really isn't much to this world. It doesn't even surpasse Ivalice. Your thoughts?" Coffee questioned before glancing at Creme to answer. Despite how short her answers could be, the viera knew her to be quite opinionated despite how brutal the honesty is.

[antique]

Crème sat completely still as she listened to what information the other Viera had collected. It was as if she had become a statue--the only signal that she was alive was perhaps the very slight expanding of her chest as she breathed, and the occasional blink. She let the information absorb--it wasn’t very often that Crème didn’t do the information gathering herself, but she had some amount of trust in Coffee.

The information about Coffee’s new employer seemed to catch her attention, at least for a nano-second. Some of the information she found what kind of irrelevant--who, who had encountered Coffee, wasn’t a “fan”, as she described it? She had no idea what Coffee was doing for this person, perhaps collecting Heartless and Nobodies for this employer to…

Dismember.

The floppy ears underneath her cloak became erect for a few seconds, absorbing that information.

Piece. By. Piece.

The thought swelled a bit of excitement in her, her lips twitching slightly into what could have been described as a bit of a grin. She made a mental note to pull her Air Ship apart and put it back together later.

Coffee continued speaking, and her opinion. Her ears knocked the hood of her cloak over, revealing the enshrouded face of the Viera.

“Uninteresting.”

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Of-course Cremey babe, nothing intrigues you but your precious ships," Coffee stated with obvious sarcasm," so if you want to do more for it like collecting as much munny to sate you, then leaving this world would be appropiate unless you wish to make a shack to rip apart gummiship."

When they were first together...or stuck with each other to retrieve Creme's stolen aircraft, her company was bothersome. She wasn't so social or vibrant, and nearly less animated as a rag doll. The short sentences had irked the viera to the extreme. She was used to others who interact with; they were more fun and easier to twist and pull. Creme on the other hand was as solid and cold as marble.

No the viera won't make the judgement call in calling her cold hearted. That could easily described herself for her tendency of having a lack of concern. Despite it all, Coffee had managed to coexist with Creme. She had found a few of her quirks and methods to bring more out of the viera, so her small responses are hardly phasing. Actually they can speak more than what she actually says.

"If so uninterested why come? I doubt it was all for me, and it would seem unlike you to not have dual purposes," the coffee was long gone and the mug began to chill. With a sign, coffee wiggled in a little pouch to retrieve a little trinket finely wrapped in wrapped plastic. Her claws immited a familiar sound of shredding through a particular teeth. Coffee tend to have as much sweets as she wants, since she takes care of her teeth and figure.

"Since you're so free and uninterested, it wouldn't be a waste to go meet her. Don't you think. At least you would be well-informed with who I associate with, since I'm sure you'll find a way to wiggle in my income," truth be told, Coffee generally doesn't mind sharing her profits, since Creme is her ride about.

"Unless you want to roam the world first and gain what you can from it before departure. Also I might add that Saga may want to join us for transportation purpose. With her comes my job, which comes more munny. So what's first?"

[antique]

Her precious ships weren’t the only things that interested her; they were just the only things she could experiment on without any moral repercussions. From others, anyway. She hadn’t dissected a living organism in what she considered forever--instead opting out to take her natural curiosity on her precious Air Ship or anything else mechanical. Had it been around the same time she had started piloting?

Crème didn’t seem to pick up the sarcasm in Coffee’s voice, but the mere thought of building a “shack” disinterested her. After all, a beautiful Air Ship like hers, with it’s perfect symmetry and flawless paint, needed much more than a…shack. Where she was docked now seemed pretty appropriate. The viera would have no issue with the thought of trying to take it over for her own--but there were such beautiful Gummi Ships there too. She’d hate to destroy them…perhaps take some parts for her own….but…Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take one…tiny…peek.

No. Best not to think of that right now.

Then why was she here?

She reached inside her cloak and rummaged about. Who knew what in Golomore Jungle’s name what she was carrying in there. After a bit of clanking around, she paused to produce a plastic bag filled with small square brown items wrapped in even more plastic. Delicately, holding the top of the bag with her thumb and point-finger claw, she laid it upon the café table.

That wasn’t the only reason she was here though, but this would aid as a good measure of distraction.

“If that is what you wish,” she said with a metallic quality. She could pick up that Coffee wanted her to meet this Saga. Crème was indifferent about carrying Coffee’s pets around. So long as they didn’t make a mess.

[Ellie who has 0%]

Coffee's eyes looked over at the bag present on the table. She snorted knowing damn right that Creme didn't come all the way to drop off her favorite treat, caramel candy pieces. Her eyes narrowed at the fact that the viera practically displayed her little favored addictions; at least it proved that Creme paid attention. Yet Coffee could read between the lines. Accepting the treats would be an aggreement of dropping the conversation of interrogation, but Coffee was never one to play fair at times.

Her claws picked up the plastic bag, as a single claw sliced it open before picking inside to grab one. She only had about one more piece on her, so a bag was replinishing enough for one day. Let it be assure that Coffee only puts off her questioning for a while, but always brings them out when appropiate. She will only pester if finding the answer had an immense value to strike concern to pressure it out of Creme.

The viera hummed at the viera's unconcern indifferent reply not giving any sign of interest or not. If the scenario was highly important, perhaps Creme would slightly stress out her opinion with a bit more emphasism, but Coffee's ears were somewhat intuned with Creme, so she can somewhat read the aloof character...at times. Other times she could be just as clueless as anyone else.

"Mmm, my wish is your command," her claws delicately peeled the plastic off the caramel candy as if she was peeling a flower bud free of its protective petals. "Creme babe we don't have to rush. We have time...unless you have something else of importance to tend to."

[antique]

Creme's claws, which were placed properly in her lap, pulled bland fabric from her cloak, into the palms of her hands. Perhaps a sign of nervousness, or, perhaps, just a strange tick. Either way, her face was completely blank--had she ever learned the game of Poker, she would never have gave anything away.

"Mmm, my wish is your command," she heard Coffee say. She blinked once, in a nonchalant manner, really. "When is it not?"

The two viera ad very strong willed personalities, and though those clashed a good deal of the time, she didn't recall a time not eventually giving into what Coffee wanted--though iit didn't seem that Creme gave a damn either way...even if there was an issue with it. It was rarely ever aired more than once.

She carefully watched Coffee peel the plastic wrapping off of the caramel piece with the normal intensity of a hawk.

"I don't have much business here. None that can't be attended to later."

[Ellie who has 0%]

Coffee looked at her with a stare that she give many. She always try to decipher someone just by reading their expressions, actions, and eyes, but the viera always wondered why she even both doing the same the Creme. Everytime led to the same conclusion; she would get nothing at times like she was now. This always urged the viera to do something to cause a reaction in her partner in crime.

Creme would be so robotic that it drove her mad. Not mad as in anger, but it can get to irritation or an irk, since she can never figure it out in how to unravel her. She isn't simple like a caramel candy, despite how sweet she may taste. Brows furrowed at the pun she made. It didn't seem appropiate to think such way, since Coffee can't summon herself to make such a move. It seems the inevitable to stare into the eyes of failure and look like an idiot.

This was probably why Coffee sticks around with Creme; she's a paradox and one she can't cause little to no affect on. Well it's most likely the latter unless she plays with the viera's soft spot. The viera wasn't ready in giving up figuring her out. Before rising, Coffee made sure she disposed of her beverage and candy wrapper and stood over Creme. She didn't resist her and from toying with a lavendar pale curl.

Hmm it's seems like you did came just for me...

"Well if that's the case, we can go see her now, and we can leave this world sooner."