Crossroads and Cocktails [Veralia/Verdada,]

"Oh don't you worry. 'Ve been doin plenty a lurkin the past few days." A low, gravelly voice muttered as the soft groan of leather marked a stranger sitting across from the woman, short, blonde hair and striking blue eyes were the more immediate features of the man that sat down and looked the arrancar dead in the eye.


"Not often a visitor comes rolling into town." The man murmured. He was hardly skinny, pretty fairly built, but not quite what one might call a brute. His outfit was mostly white leather, but the glint of steel in the opening of his jacket showed that he wasn't just some random stranger. Especially not with the way he was staring the woman down.

"I'm a bit of specialist around these parts, I like to make sure the town is nice and clean. I don't like a mess to clean up. And so I wanted to check in on the town's newest visitor." A lopsided little smile showed across his face as he raised his hands, a playfdul little smirk on his features. "You could say I specialize in welcoming people." He explained, pulling up the menu. "Whether that's ....helping them find a nice spot to settle for some rest. Or guiding them to a town that's....better suited to them" He glanced briefly back up at Veralia.

"You planning on staying. Or are you just passing through?" He asked, his voice just a hint firm now as he made clear that he was assessing the arrancar's intentions. Not quite an outright threat or hostility, but certainly a healthy dose of incredulity.

Of course, it was at that point, that the waitress arrived and set a fresh drink infront of Ver, offering a napkin beside it before offering a smile to the both of them.


"Howdy there! Name's Verdada. Stace had a little bit of a mishap in the kitchen so I'll be yer waitress for the rest of the evening! Anything else I can get you two?" The bespeckled arrancar would ask, looking between the two seated individuals. Clearly unaware that the man had only just joined Ver.

The young man smiled at that, pleased to see the response from Veralia. "Is that right? Glad to hear it. Always nice to have a bit of fresh blood in the town now and then." He slowly stood up, peeling a card from his coat and planting it onto the table. "Name's Zyph. If you ever need any help, let me know." He noted with a sly smirk, before turning to the Waitress herself and offering a lopsided nod. "Her bill is on me. Have a good one." He informed her, before turning and taking his leave of the table.


Verdada herself blinked a few times, but didn't make a fusss about it. Zy, she'd learned, was just like that, in the week or so she'd been helping out here. "Ahah, well uh. Of course Miss! Did you want a refill, or something else?" She ventured with a tilt of her head and a warm smile on her face as she waited for Veralia to make a decision. Of course she recognized another arrancar, and no doubt Ver's own pesquisa would pick that up without issue, but she hardly brought it up. focusing instead on just getting the woman's drink. After all, the shift was almost over soon as she got this table squared away, she resisted the urge to put any urgency in her voice. Besides, not like she had any plans, just finish up the shift and make sure it ends on a good note, right?