Girls With Minds Superior to Your Own {Private}

[bandit]

Black high heels tapped against the tiled floor while keys jingled from the side of a pocketbook, it's strap hanging upon the shoulder of seventeen year old Galilee Judea. Narrowed brown eyes stared out from behind orange tinted sunglasses as she read the sign to the Cafe shop, and then walked in, the annoying sound of the bell announcing her prescence. The place was a little bit crowded than she would have liked, though, in reality, it was actually quite empty, something unsual for a popular place. However, maybe the fact it was about seven thirty in the morning could explain, yet the raven-haired just couldn't bring herself to agree that she was satisifed with the fact there were five people here.

Five. People.

At Seven Thirty. AM.

She shook her head, wondering why she was getting so worked up about it. Maybe, she decided, getting up so early just made her cranky. And why was she even here? The girl looked around, giving an almost contemptious look around the room, once again wondering why she was here in the St. Queen Cafe. As though she was dying for an answer, when it was really more like a rhetorical question, just without the blatant sarcasim, she thought back to the beginning of the day. At five o' clock, she had woken up suddenly and then tried to fall back to sleep with no success. After only half an hour, since she couldn't say she was determined, she got restless and made a choice to go out early, which was what she did. She also realized how cranky and snappy she was, and came to get some coffee to hopefully 'cheer' herself up. Or at least make her less of a bitch than she already was.

With that, she found a tid bit of satisfaction with the fact there was no line, and made her way up to the counter, having the money in her hand. "One cup of coffee, now." she spat, tossing the money onto the flat surface. The man blinked at her, his body shivering slightly before he quickly nodded and got her coffee, coming back with it seconds later. As bad of a mood she was in, she had to admit he was kind of fast, but it's not like she cared. "Good." was all she said when he handed her the coffee, and tapped her well-grown nails against the table top as he hurried to get her change. The sound her nails made was enough to make his body tremble, and she clenched her teeth when he wasn't fast enough. "Now, dammit. I haven't got all day you worthless piece of shit." she growled, and he put the money on the counter and scurried away in a vain attempt to look busy.

"Jesus." was all she said, grabbing her money and putting it into her pocket, strolling up to an empty booth, sitting down, and putting her things beside her. Galilee decided she'd wait for her coffee to cool down, and so crossed her arms over her chest and stared at it, all because she had nothing better to do.

[Deon]

Dark circles lined the metallic eyes of Dementia Kemik as an utterly visible, stark contrast against her pale skin. Last night had been her second without sleep; during the previous one she had gone skinny-dipping in the lake on campus, and boy, had she learned her lesson. And now this cool, gray morning began the third day of her unintentional and involuntary fast.

Those eyes were fixed upon a steaming cup of green tea that her hands wrapped around, watching as the leaves slowly floated across its cloudy surface. And although they were focused on one spot, the look in her eyes made her seem so wholly perceptive, almost frighteningly so, of every motion made by the few people in the cafe, of every facial expression, and even every thought that slowly meandered through the sleepy minds of the general population. She didn't look up as Galilee walked in, but suddenly became intensely aware of the feeling of the hot mug on her bare skin, of the air on her face, and the way the seat stuck to where her shorts exposed her legs. The attention of her senses shifted to the female as she ordered, picked up her coffee, and sat down. Galilee's actions were so similar to her own, that Dementia almost felt she could hear exactly what she was thinking as if it was broadcast over a loudspeaker.

Without voluntary thought to drive her muscles, lifted up her platinum blonde head, glanced straight at Galilee, stood, and walked to her table. She sat down in front of her without speaking and placed her hot mug on the table. She hadn't taken one sip since she got it, though her body ached for the feeling of hot tea down her throat. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and she didn't fully know why.

The person manning the cash register watched in fearful earnest as Dementia sat down next to Galilee--she had ordered him around earlier after sitting in the cafe empty-handed and empty-eyed for nearly an hour--his only thought obviously being the single-minded hope that they wouldn't get along. He didn't want any more encouragement for the kind of abuse they had given him.

When Dementia spoke, her voice was low and monotonous, as if stating a matter-of-fact known by all.

"It's a terrible morning."

[•Mouse•]

Red-brown hair decorated with the occasional red beads fell to her shoulders in it's typical manor. Maeve Sadima, a known troublemaker, threw the door open. Stepping into the cafe she looked around. Deep green eyes were outlined with black eyeliner, lashes a bit thicker and darker thanks to black mascara. A look of pure annoyence seemed to fill her features. She wore the typical scarlet shirt, short sleeves and navel-reveal, with it's black laces running up the front to reveal small bits of flesh between the criss-crossed strings. The skirt she wore matched the shirt, falling a little shorter than mid-thigh. It two had laces up both sides. It was like the skirt consisted of two seperat bits of red fabric held at her waist thanks to the black laces. The skirt fit snuggly and between the black laces one could see the black hotpants Maeve wore beneath.

Approaching the counter she slammed money upon the table, flat palmed. The sound caused the man to jump a little and he came to her service almost instantly. " Coffe. Black." Were the only two words she spoke. The man nodded slowly before dashing off to fetch the order. The poor guy had to have been having the worst day ever. He returned and placed the coffee before Maeve. Well manicured nails tapped the counter in a rythmic tune which quickened in annoyence as the guy fumbled for the change. Snatching both the cup and the change away, Maeve turned on her heal. Eyes scanning the room Maeve encountered someone she had met before. Galilee, a girl she had met in the cafeteria at the school and had grown quite fond of.

Why not.[/i] Maeve's mind stated simply. It was decided then and there that she was going to sit with Galilee. If that happened to be alright with her, that is. Strolling over, Maeve wiggled a finger, the other four holding her coffee, at Galilee in greeting. She hadn't quite took notice of Dementia until she drew nearer. It was the girl that had freaked out in the main hall when the noise had gotten so out of control, Maeve was ready to turn the place to dust.

[Katsumi]

The door opened slowly, smoothly, mimicking the motions of the girl who followed through it. The small bell tinkled, as if announcing the presence of an angel. Golden blond hair brushed against her nearly bare shoulders every now and again as she walked. Her eyes shone, even in the artificial light of the cafe. Her delicate, petite body was sheathed in a lavender dress, held onto her with thin straps and skimming her curves until it ended high on her thigh. Her legs were exposed, showing off their lean shape. Around her ankle was a thin anklet, adorned with creamy colored beads. Her feet were bare. She wasted no time in looking around and admiring the view. She didn't care about the people who were also in the cafe. Instead, she breezed her way to the counter. As she walked, a song followed her. She was humming in her gorgeous, Siren tone. The sound was so rich and clear. She was obviously in a very good mood.

Leaning on the counter, she smiled to the person behind it. The humming ceased as she spoke. "Can I have an Acai berry red tea?" she requested cheerily. The man didn't even take the chance to remind Chesna 'no shoes, no service.' He seemed honored to hurry and get her order ready. She was only slightly surprised when her order was done in such a hurry. As he presented her with her red tea, she smiled brightly. "Thank you so much!" she chimed. Chesna presented him with some money, with plenty left for a wonderful tip.

Turning and sipping her tea, Chesna was pleased to see a familiar face, now that she was looking. Galilee stood out among the others, as she always would for Chesna. Her feet practically skimmed across the floor as she made her way over to the lovely girl. She hadn't quite noticed the others that Galilee sat with. Right now, she just slid up behind Galilee and leaned on the back of her chair. "Good morning, Galilee! How are you doing, dearest?" she said cheerfully. It was then that she surveyed the table. "Ooh, you've got to introduce me to your friends!"

[bandit]

"You're not the only one." she stated plainly, watching the mug of tea Dementia had bought, yet obviously hadn't even sipped at. She looked down at her own mug, slightly surprised at how quick it had cooled down, but seeing Dementia's full cup of tea made her not want to drink her coffee either. Before it seemed so tempting, and now it just...wasn't. Suddenly dissatisfied with her drink, and now aware she had wasted perfectly good money, she pushed the mug away, not towards Dementia, though she would have given it to her if she wanted it, but to the side. As in she wasn't giving it to anyone in particular, she just put it there because she didn't feel like drinking anything at all, and now she regretted having used her money to get the drink in the first place.

Looking up at the girl, she noted the dark circles underneath her eyes, and opened her mouth to ask what was the matter, until she saw, or rather heard, Maeve. Because she wasn't looking in the girl's direction, more like in Dementia's direction, she had heard the sound of Maeve's shoes against the floor. Announcing her prescence in this way, she had proceeded to use her powers, and was able to identify the girl because of her current mood. She knew Maeve and Dementia were much like herself, and because she was annoyed, they were bound to be annoyed, or even unsatisfied at the moment. Anything that reminded Galilee of herself was how she knew of the girl's prescence. And, well, she could say she was a bit proud for knowing this.

Watching the girl out of the corner of her eye, she nodded, raising her hand to slightly to give a tiny wave of three fingers, a particularly girly act that she was immediatly disgusted with as soon as she realized she had done it. Instead, as if to redeem herself, she turned to Maeve and nodded in greeting, unable to find the energy to talk. Today, or perhaps this morning, just wasn't her greatest time at the moment. Not in the least, and her plan of drinking coffee to renergize was backfiring because she couldn't bring herself to actually drink it. As a matter of fact, it would probably just stay there, waiting until it got colder and colder and she left, leaving someone to clean it. She secretly hoped it was the man at the cash register, all because she decided she didn't like him.

As a different, cheery voice spoke, she blinked, knowing who it was. The voice alone gave it away, the happiness, the song this person had been singing before. It was more plain than the difference between night and day to Galilee, and only one name entered her mind. Chesna.

"Hello, Chesna." she said, obviously sounding a little better than before, but Chesna might not of known. More likely Dementia or Maeve, because they had been here before, but the girl kept on going, "This is Dementia." she nodded over the blue-eyed girl, "And this is Maeve." Galilee said, turning to look at the female holding the mug, and then craned her neck to glance at Chesna, "I'm not doing too good, though, seeing as a majority of the staff aren't worth my time." she growled, mostly to herself though it was meant for everyone at the table to hear.

[•Mouse•]

Maeve smirked at Galilee's reaction to her own actions. It was typical to see Galilee a bit on the annoyed side. It was kind of her thing, Maeve foudn it interesting. Strolling over Maeve sat herself at the booth and heaved a sigh. It was apparent that young Mss Sadima was lacking any form of sleep. She had tossed and turned for a few hours trying to get comfortable. When that hadn't happened Maeve had grown annoyed and just pulled an all nighter. Looking Chesna over, she took note that this was the girl Maeve had seen while bandaging Carmela's damaged knee.

" Hey there, Galilee." She had barely caught the introductions but kept the names in mind. Sipping the hot coffe, sugarless and creamless as it was, Maeve seemed unphased as the scortching hot liquid slid down her throat. " Dementia, Chesna, it's a pleasure." Stated a rather mellow Maeve for once. If the other two were anything like Galilee, Maeve was sure to get along with them. Chesna came off as a bit too cheery, but Maeve would let it slide being as she was far to tired to care. The table seemed a bit dirty, and Maeve growled. Touching it softly, palm flat on the surface, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and showed just the whites. When she snapped out of it she sent a mean, cold and angered glare towards the woman who was supposed to have washed the table.

" Clearly this Cafe has gotten some patheticly lazy new employees." Grumbled Maeve, supporting Galilee's previous statement of the employee's and staff being a waste of time. A hand brushed against her skirt, trying to rid it of a filth that wasn't visible. What she had seen was a lazy girl bitching about beiang on table duty merely dust the crumbs from the counter and not even wash it. Maeve was tempted to turn the damned table and the lazy employee to ash at her feet, spit on them and watch the dust be blown away. It would of pleased the odd young woman and caused her to smirk wickedly at the thought.

[Katsumi]

Chesna couldn't help but smiled as she listened to the two of them complaining about the employees. Chesna hadn't experienced any trouble with the staff, but she assumed there was a reason for that. As beautiful and charming and lovely and gorgeous and wonderful and brilliant and... ahem, anyway... as great as Galilee was, she was no Siren. Chesna found it insulting that they wouldn't treat Galilee with the same respect as they would treat a Siren with; in her eyes, Galilee was Chesna's own Siren! But, none the less, Chesna leaned down and kissed Galilee softly on the cheek, not thinking any thing about the public display of affection. For her, it was natural to show her lovers that she loved them. It was as simple as the sun shining: unstoppable.

"Sorry, dear... Maybe we can bring the fear of us into them and make them earn their paychecks?" She giggled a bit, showing her malicious side. She was willing to make threats and follow through with them. When she said that she was willing to make them earn their paychecks, she was plenty serious. Moving around the booth, Chesna took the last seat. Smiling across at Galilee, she took in the other two.

They both seemed to be like Galilee. If she was right and if they were like her beloved Galilee, Chesna would get along with them very well.

She took a sip of her red tea, glancing across the table at Galilee. She couldn't take her eyes off of her; from the glint in her eyes, it was obvious that Chesna was willing to make some trouble if the others would go along with it. It was obvious that Chesna was feeling mischievous. Galilee may be the only one who noticed, but wasn't that really all that mattered? Not to say that Chesna wasn't concerned with Galilee's friends, but Galilee was Chesna's main concern, and she hated to see her upset by the service she was receiving.

[Deon]

Dementia nodded lightly at the other two as they sat down at the table. She rubbed beneath her eyes slightly, blinking the away the weariness that remained through her sleepless nights. She didn't return the inane greetings, and simply stared, but the look in her clear eyes gave the image of understanding and an appropriate answer at the same time.

Hello there, fine to meet you, too.

Yes, lazy employees. Eating in this place is like wallowing in filth. And so on.

She really wasn't in the mood for the happiness in Chesna's voice, especially after her tough few days, and took a long swig of hot green tea as soon as she came over to the now-growing population of Galilee's table. She hadn't forgotten how good warmth feels as it slides down one's throat so easily, like liquid comfort. The entire contents of the mug were down in one gulp. She replaced the white glass cup without care, loosely letting it drop from her hands to settle back down on the table. She felt queasy and uneasy, but the drink had done her good. She seemed to perk up slightly as she rubbed her bony shoulders and rolled her neck with a few short pops. She let out a long breath, entwined her slender fingers together, and rested her chin lightly on her hands.

She felt a twinge of some kind of emotion with the attention that Galilee was getting with Chesna, something that she didn't really recognize. It was like a shadow in the back of her mind that only suggested at something with actual substance, and that something seemed to always be just at the corner of her eye. There, but impossible to grasp. A nearly invisible vision. Close, but far. A contradiction.

Chesna was talking now, in a sweet and happy voice with a tinge of mischievousness. Dementia snapped out of her thoughts, which she, unfortunately, had been quite occupied in lately, to raise her gaze at the female. She looked at her from under a curtain of long lashes, showing only a slight visible interest and a little reservation. Her glance seemed to suggest a question.

And what do you propose?

It wasn't until she was sure that everyone understood the silent words that she gave voice to her thought--a voice that contained a strange mixture of sarcasm, curiosity, and a hint of delicious expectation.

[bandit]

She nodded, looking back at her coffee that she had pushed away. Sighing softly to herself, she reached over and took the cup back in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it's flat sides and staring down into the liquid. Just by touching it she knew it was warm, the perfect temperature to drink, and now she couldn't drink it, though she didn't know why. It was such an obnoxious feeling; she could hardly stand it. Without knowing it, Galilee began to grip the mug tighter, her fingers turning white. In truth, breaking the cup from pure annoyance was what she wanted to do, and she thought it was all happening in her mind. Only when she saw a tiny crack appear from the brim did she realized it wasn't just her imagination, it was reality. Her hands slid off and she pushed it slightly away, narrowing her eyes behind her glasses.

"Sorry." she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. Feeling someone watching her, the girl's eyes slid to the side, glancing at Chesna from the corner of her eye. She said nothing, rubbing her temples in a vain attempt to cool herself down. The girl, at the moment, was thoroughly pissed off, and the fact she felt she was getting so worked up about something that wasn't worth her time only made it worse. "Oh, dammit." the raven-haired growled, her eyes snapping open. The girl looked at her companion, suddenly realizing there was something different about her. Almost tentativly, as though she was unsure if being curious was the right way to go, she opened her mouth to speak, "Chesna, are you alright?"

Now, she had no problem putting the lazy staff back into place, but it was just that she wasn't sure if the siren was being sarcastic without the sarcasm or actually meaning what she said. Turning to look at Dementia and Maeve, she could almost read what Dementia was trying to say through only her eyes. As the girl communicated a question, she ran a hand through her straight, dark colored hair, and turned to Maeve, watching as she brushed invisible dirt off her skirt, and nodded in agreement before adjusting her sunglasses and looking back to Chesna and allowed a tiny, evil smile to tug at her lips, unable to wait for what the girl had in mind.

[•Mouse•]

" I'm comnpletely set with tearing this place down. One touch and the whole place will be in ruin." Growled Maeve, her voice seemdd happy with a dark sense of humor to it. She smirked at the thought of see the place as a pile of dust, watching as the wind picked it up and carried it away. It made her laugh softly beneath her breathe. It was like someone had granted her very wish as her touch began to melt away the cup in her hand. Slowly the paint on the cup rolled up like a scroll and disintegrated as it landed on the table. Maeve watched with a pleased look on her face. More, she wanted to destroy more.

Forgetting she was evenb in the company of the others, Maeve watched as her empty mug now stood as an ugle gray ceramic. Pieces would fall off, dried and crumble on the table and Maeve's eyes never left it. Finally, when alwas said and done she blew slightly in the dircetion of the pile of dust. The particles danced into the air and out of existance, not landing every again. Deep green eyes looked up, a brow raised slightly as if asking the other three if she could continue.

Destruction, it was a wonderful thing in the eyes of Miss Sadima. The power she felt when she watched things crumble at her very touch was insatiable. She wanted to feel that power in mass quantity. Feel that surge which gave her goosebumps. It was her happiness, Causing problems and destruction. Well, other than half-raping Ven and teasing him as much as possible. But he would tease back, making things all the more fun.

What would her parents say now, seeing their daughter with a toothy-dangerous smile. It showed she wished to display the pwoers she had, hungered to cause misery and disapair. IF she could hear just one person scream in agony from her very touch, Maeve would feel some form of satisfaction.

[Katsumi]

Chesna eyed Maeve's mug as it seemed to be destroying its self. She grinned, looking up at the girl beside her. She couldn't keep herself from smiling, because she figured that Maeve had the right idea. As she watched the mug slowly become a pile of nothing, she tried to gather what this girl's powers were. Was it her power to turn the mug into the ash, or was that just a side effect? Was the girl's power something else entirely, but the mug became ash because it was in the mug's nature to do so? As she thought about it, she didn't know any of these girl's powers, not even Galilee's. But, they didn't know hers either. Really, they were all on even footing. Chesna's eyes drifted lazily from Maeve to Dementia, and then back to Galilee. She still didn't like that Galilee seemed to be upset, but she was pleased that Maeve seemed to be two steps ahead of her.

"I'm fine, Galilee," she said quietly, her tone bright. For some reason, Chesna could sound pleasant and charming no matter what evil plans she was concocting. Gently, innocently, she lifted her own mug to her lips. Chesna took a few sips, just to make sure she wouldn't make too much of a mess. Then, her lips opened slightly, hidden by the mug. It appeared that Chesna remained silent, until a loud crack sounded and a long split ran through the mug. Chesna held that position as more lines began to form along the cup. Finally, Chesna pulled th mug from her mouth and the mug broke into at least twenty separate pieces. The small amount of liquid that Chesna had left in the cup splashed into a small puddle on their table and the bits of the mug fell around it. In the end, Chesna was left holding the small handle of her mug. Smiling at the other, she discarded the handle by tossing it casually. She didn't pay attention to where it landed.

So, Chesna's mug had joined Maeve's in the gritty afterlife. Chesna giggled a bit, glad that at least one of these girls was willing to join her in their revenge. How dare these employees dare to give them horrible service! Well, they hadn't given Chesna horrible service, but she was a nice person. She was willing to help her new friends, especially if it meant tormenting some people.

[Deon]

Galilee seemed like her temper was starting to get out of hand as she noticeably tightened her grip on the cup of coffee. Dementia watched curiously as the other two girls destroyed their mugs, after Galilee had nearly cracked hers with her bare hands. It seemed like they were hell-bent on breaking something today. She liked the sound of cracking ceramics and the view of flaky strips disintegrating into thin air, and had no problem with the idea. As soon as the girls exercised their skills, she immediately began calculating threats in her mind and putting a power to a face, trying to figure out everything she could from the tiny display.

But... now that they were doing it, she might as well show off her own unique power.

With a serene look on her pale face, she, without looking, plunged into the mug a grotesque stake made up of the two bones in her arm, similar to the one that she had used to rid the world of Salvador's stupid singing sombrero. It went straight into the bottom of the cup, puncturing the mug and sending spiderweb cracks radiating from the point of contact. Six strips of bone peeled off and hardened like sharp knives parallel to the cup. They shot out in the blink of an eye, cleanly slicing the mug into even pieces that fell to the ground with various clacks.

She watched for the reactions of the other girls. “So, like I said, what exactly did you have in mind?”


((There I go with alliterations again...))

[bandit]

Watching as the cup broke in every way, the girl's tiny smile grew into a more noticeably mischeivious one as she grabbed her cup, quickly but quietly drank most of the coffee, and then smashed the cup by tightening her grip to a point where the cup broke. The liquid splattered onto the table, forming a tiny puddle of it's own next to Chesna, and she narrowed her eyes, lowering her glasses to glance at the man at the cash register, who held a look of pure confusion, and, of course, fear of what might end up happening to him. He wished for a better fate than what was happening with all the cups that the girls seems displeased with. And, even more so, he felt unlucky that all the girls had gotten along so far.

Looking away, she directed her attention to Dementia, who had asked a question. Even though she was sure it hadn't been directed to her, she decided to answer anyway, in a voice that showed her anger, as though breaking the cups wasn't enough to please her. "Simple, we make sure that we have this table as messy as possible so those lazy ass staff members can do some real work." the girl spat, though not in contempt to the question, more so to the fact she even mentioned the staff. As though on cue, one of them was already heading over, grumbling under his breath. It was a skinny make with dull brown hair, eyes to match it, and an acne-striken face. Galilee scoffed, rolling her eyes.

He clenched his fists, taking a rag and proceeding to wipe up the mess they had made, first cleaning up the liquid. It was done in seconds, and then he picked up the shattered pieces of glass. However, as he did so, he began to look at everyone at the table, especially at Chesna. Picking this up quickly, Galilee made no facial expression as she kicked his leg with the heel of her boot, her way of saying 'back off' without actually having to say it. The boy quickly got ready to leave, before an idea entered his mind. "Lady, you hafta pay me." he said, grinning unattractivly. In response, Galilee gave him a prompt reply. "How about you kiss my ass instead?" she suggested in a shockingly sincere tone, though her eyes showed she was being rudely sarcastic.

"Ugh." he rolled his eyes and ambled away, and only when he was out of sight did the girl turn back to the group. "I'm still thirsty, maybe I should get us some more drinks. Unless, of course, you have anything else in mind?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

[•Mouse•]

Maeve had begun to laugh happily at the displeased acne-covered boy. As he strolled off in complete annoyance. Ignoring the fact he could hear and did in fact have ears, Maeve's wicked laughter hung in the air. She fell silent and her green eyes flashed dangerously, as she rose a hand, snapping loudly. The boy previously hassled by Galilee stopped in his tracks. It was apparent he was mentally praying that she wasn't trying to get his attention. The snapping continued in fast pace, growing annoying.

" Oi, Pizza-face. Bring us the same order. Asap!" Demanded a stone-cold and purely serious face. Maeve held a wicked, twisted and demented smile on her face as the boy grumbled under his breathe and got to work on making the orders. She could hear the lazy female in charge of cleaning tables mutter some unkind words about the four girls. Maeve's eyes once more flashed dangerously.

Casually sliding from the booth, Maeve walked over to an empty table. Her touch, soft and gentle as if it were a caress began the deteriorating process. Slowly, the paint would roll like a ancient scroll into the air as if a fan were beneath it and then disappear. Her eyes focused on the shocked girl behind the counter. " This, my dear, is far mor cleaner than your method of brushing crumbs from the tabletop." It was cold, harsh and growling statement, made through gritted teeth. The metal kinked and twisted in disgusting shapes as if being bent by an unseen creature. The table top fell into a heap of ash at her feet and the metal shattered into millions of pieces on top of that.

The girl who had even dared to utter ideas of defiance to the boy Maeve had commanded stood, knees locked and shaking. Maeve's smile was still in place, a fierce look on her face. She lowered herself, bent at the knees, grabbing a handful of the ash. She worked it over in her fingers, ash falling from her cupped hand. With that, Maeve through the small handful of powdery ash over her shoulder, and it despited instantaneously. Walking around the pile that used to be a table, Maeve snickered softly before sitting back down.

" The table? How's about the entire store?" Came her malicious question.

[Katsumi]

Chesna forced herself to draw her eyes away from Dementia so that she could focus on other things, like causing all sorts of havoc in this quiet little cafe. So, now she knew of Maeve's power and of Dementia's. She was still somewhat unclear on Galilee's. That was something they hadn't spoken about. She would have to ask later. But, she did smile as Galilee asked the worker to 'kiss her ass.' With a small laugh, Chesna couldn't help but wink at Galilee. "Aw, sweetie, if you really want... I'll kiss your ass." She was pleased to see that the staff had obeyed Maeve and some one new brought over four cups, exact replicas of the one's they have previously destroyed. Chesna eyed their contents and took the red tea, hers. Sighing, she snipped the drink. It wasn't very good this time. Whoever had made this tea obviously hadn't seen Chesna, or the drink would have been much better. The siren didn't really feel like singing the mug away. Sighing bored, she dumped the contents of it out on the floor and smashed the mug against the table.

"I think Maeve has the right idea," she muttered, smiling calmly. It was as if she would have this conversation every day of her life. "Maybe we should teach them a little something about customer service." By this point, almost every one but the four girls and the staff had left. No one wanted to see the place being destroyed. Chesna stayed in her seat though. She sighed once more before opening her lips again. Still, no noise came out, but it was obvious that she was doing something because her head rocked back and forth in a complex rhythm. She shut her eyes just as the three remaining cups began to tremble. Each of them became shards and their contents spilled out onto the tables just as cracks began to appear in each of the windows. Chesna closed her lips as glass splintered from each of the windows, spilling out in multiple directions. Chesna was glad they hadn't sat near a window. It would have been bad for her to destroy her friends with glass shavings.

"What a shame. This place is falling apart," she said to the others. Holding her hand up expectantly, she called, "Waiter! You seem to have clumsily spilled our order. The same thing, please. And quickly this time." She smiled to the others, curious as to what they had in mind. It seemed they were all slowly adding to the destruction with their own unique talents.