This is Why;Invisible Coffee;He's Better Unseen

[bandit]

Racoon sat quietly at the small table, staring down into his coffee. He must have ordered it about an hour ago, and the only thing he had done was look into it, as though it held some deep secret within itself and he had to find it before taking a sip. One of his fingers touched the cup, and he noted it was getting cold, though that was no surprise. After all, he had hardly touched it.

Slowly, he pushed it away, the liquid still brimming the cup, and looked around out of the corner of his eye. As always, the boy was on the lookout for anything valuable or shiny or something that he hadn't already stolen. For a second he thought back, remembering all the things he had taken. Necklaces, rings, even earrings made of real gold or silver. Call it an obsession, he felt like he just needed to have these things.

To his dissatisfaction, nothing caught his eye, and the images began dissolving from his mind. No gold or silver, no fancy earrings or anything with any value. Nothing worth stealing, and he was in such a mood for it. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his racoon ears sticking up from his head while his tail trembled slightly for a few seconds before he reached out and stared at his coffee cup for a bit more, bringing it towards him.

The boy suddenly felt uncomfortable, exposed even, and he guessed it was because he was visible. One person could see him, and remember certain things about him, like what he was wearing. A large shirt that hanged from his skinny body, and baggy pants that lapped over brown and white shoes. Racoon ears and tails, so many things that distinguished him from everyone else. Without thinking, he went back into his invisible state, feeling better about himself. But he gradually drank the coffee, so people would know he was there and that it wasn't an empty booth.

[Tiffany]

Tiffany sighed as she walked into the cafe. "I wonder if they have hot apple cider.." She asked herself quietly as she looked at the menu. She bit her lower lip and studied the board. She finally found it. "Yay.." She said happily as she walked up to the counter. "One hot apple cider please." She told the man slightly bouncing on her heels as she waited for him to make it for her. She paid the man and walked back slowly to a booth. She sat down and made herself comfortable as she blew the steam off the top of the glass. She took in a deep breath and smelled the strong tangy scent of the cider. "Ahh.." She sighed once more, but this time in pure joy. Hot apple cider was her favorite drink of all time. She let her liquid blue eyes scan the other booths, wondering why the place was almost empty when she saw a coffee cup lift up by itself then set itself back on the table. She lifted an eyebrow slowly as she took the first sup of the cider. She watched the cup, lift up, set down, lift up, set down. After all the things she had seen here, this was unsurprising.

[bandit]

At the sound of someone entering the Cafe shop, Racoon's ears twitched and he was Tiffany, immediatly recognizing her as the girl he had seen at the Maze Fountain. Already he was slightly curious if she was carrying anything on her this time, and, taking the final sip of his drink, threw it onto the floor. It landed with a noticable shatter, though it only broke into perhaps five pieces. Stepping over it, Racoon slowly walked towards Tiffany, quiet as always and slid into the booth, sitting across from her.

He doubted she was aware of his prescence, though he could care less, as long as she didn't know who he truly was. Watching as one of the staff made their way over to the shattered glass, he had to stop himself from snickering, liking the fact they'd never find out who it was. The only thing he didn't like was the fact the man didn't seem to mind, as though these things happened all the time.

Shaking his head and turning back to Tiffany, still unable to be seen, he watched her carefully, eyes glittering darkly.

[Tiffany]

Tiffany watched as the glass was thrown into floor by an unseen hand. She already had a feeling she knew who the invisible coffee drinker was, but said nothing. She heard a whisper of a sound and her eyes flicked over to the other side of her booth but she saw nothing. She shrugged and finished drinking her cider. She stared at the counter, wondering if she should get another cup. She shook her head, she didnt need to waste money buying cup after cup of cider...even if she wanted it badly. She felt the hairs raise up on the back of her neck. She had the distinct feeling she was being watched, but dismissed it as paranoia. She got up out of the booth and stretched, feeling wonderful now that she had hot apple cider in her belly. She put down a tip for the waiter, then added a few dollars for him since he had to clean up the broken cup. She smiled at him and turned to walk back out the door.

[bandit]

Racoon didn't move, watching Tiffany as she stared at the counter, shook her head, then finally got up and stretched. His ears twitched slightly in annoyance, since he hadn't found anything of value on her, but he slipped past her and opened the door for the girl, keeping it open with one foot as he leaned against it at the same time. He was aware she knew of his prescence, but, again, so as long as she didn't know who he was, and if he didn't speak too much, then he'd be just fine and eventually get his prize. Until then, he'd just do what he did with most of the girls.

He'd follow them around, remain invisible, say little if not anything at all, and do small things like keep them company, even if they knew he was there, open doors, like such, and other actions similar to these, waiting until they showed up with worth taking.

[Tiffany]

Tiffany watched the door open for her. She stared at it for a moment but shrugged and walked through it. She lifted her face to the sun and closed her eyes. It was such a beautiful day. She shook her head and loosened the hair that had stuck to the back of her shirt when she had sat in the booth. She looked back down and around squinting against the sun that was right in front of her. She looked behind her shoulder, half expecting to see the person that had held the door open for her, but yet again found nothing. She sighed and started to walk to the library. She wanted to pick up a book for easy reading and go to a park.." I wonder if there is a park nearby.."

[bandit]

Racoon followed closly, walking right beside her as he almost immediatly matched her pace, or maybe she matched his, and strangly no one ever bumped into him. Choosing to not answer her statement, though he knew there was indeed a park around here, Racoon therefore remained silent for the entire walk, staring at the ground but still knowing where he was supposed to be going.

{{Sorry, this post is kinda...bad}}

[•Mouse•]

The girl who seemed close by, yet not exactly paying attention grumbled to herself. The outfit she was very extravagent but very pretty and as she walked it gave her more of an obvious existance. Though, yes, it was nice, Morana could stand it anymore. So many living people and not one thing dead or dying. What was a Necromancer to do?

Unlucky for some bystanders she walked without saying 'Excuse me' and shoved people out of her way. Morana was in a haughty mood and felt like reviving a Zombie or two from the local cemetary and setting them loose upon the breathers.

[Tiffany]

Tiffany hummed a tune as she walked to the library. She heard a few shouts of 'Excuse you' and turned just in time to be shoved out of the way. She braced herself when the girl pushed her and refused to budge. "Please show restraint." She said to the rude girl. The girl didnt seem to be in the best of moods, but that was no reason to put everyone else in a bad mood too. Tiffany looked her over. "Now exactly what are you doing that demanded that you be in such a hurry as to knock everyone over? Or is it just that you felt like causing physical harm?" She asked as her eyes narrowed. She had a different smell...the smell of...death..It took concentration to find it, but it was there. Tiffany backed up a step back. This might be someone to stay away from...But first I want to know why I was almost made into a bowling pin and knocked over..

[bandit]

Racoon walked out of the way in time to dodge Morana, but watched as Tiffany spoke to the girl and narrowed her eyes. Twitching his ears, he shook his head, clicking his tongue even though he should have remained quiet. Though he was 'tsk, tsk, tsk'ing for no real reason, it didn't really matter as he also wagged a finger, like people could actually see him.

Stopping these actions, Racoon passed Tiffany and studied Morana for a quick second before returning back to Tiffany's side and speaking, "We all have our bad days." he said, not really helping Morana, only proving a point, but not exactly supporting Tiffany either. And why? Because he didn't like to get into fights when you could just say whatever had to be said and leave. Of course, he wasn't about to leave just now, he was just going to wait, watch, say one or two things, and then continue stalking Tiffany.

All because this is just what he does.

[•Mouse•]

" Even if I did say excuse me, half of those stupid breathers wouldn't move. I either go berseke and release Zombie-Chaos on them or go to a cemetery and talk with the dead and calm down. I was thinking going to the cemetery was a good idea, but I'm thinking Zombie-Chaos might do nicely to." The pink flecks in her eyes crackled and sparked with anger as she grew even more annoyed with a breathing, living being. Though she herself was a form of living and breathing human she was somewhat dead. Morana inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself to a more personable level.

Her point was a good one. Though many of the people she had pushed had snapped at her about being rude, many of them would have been rude even if she had excused herself. It was the way of humans, rude and arrogant beings. Hence her reason for finding them a bit detestable and annoying.

[Tiffany]

"Well...If you had said excuse me to me, I would have apologized about being in your way and moved. But you didnt..so you wouldnt know, and you were stopped in your pursuit to the graveyard to have this little discussion with me, when all could have been avoided by two simple words..You never know...you might just be suprised what simple politeness can get you." With that she turned away and continued her walk to the library. "And I know everyone has their bad days...that makes her normal..just like the breathers she talks so badly about." She threw that over her shoulder with a wave of her hand. "Later.." She said as she was in sight of the library and intended to forget everything that had just happened by reading a good book.

[bandit]

Racoon turned around to face Morana, as if wanting to stay, but then followed Tiffany like a sheep following another sheep. He didn't think about it, he just did it. It wouldn't matter if she was about to lead him to his death, he wouldn't know because he wasn't paying attention. As they came within view of the Library, he opened the door for her once more, keeping it open with one foot and leaning against it while watching her all the same.

He wondered if maybe he should take out a book as well, seeing as he was already here and hadn't read a good book since God knows how long. Shaking his head at the thought, though still undecided, he waited for Tiffany to walk into the building so he could follow her in.

[•Mouse•]

Morana hissed to herself and slammed more violently through the masses of people. She had grown quite sick of them and felt a little Zombie Chaos would be good. Let the Zombies feast on their tiny brains. The idea made her chuckle so softly, giving her much gentler features. Passing the library she didn't take note of Tiffany, to involved in the thought of setting a bunch of zombies loose in the city.

[Tiffany]

Tiffany randomly selected a book and sat down in a corner. She kicked off her shoes and curled her feet under her. She opened it up and began to read. She had planned on going to the park, but the confrontation with the angry girl had made her want to stay inside. She yawned but continued to read. She looked up and around for the invisible person that it seemed had followed her here. Again she saw nothing..She didnt know why she tried, but whatever..She looked down and began to read. She dozed off and her head rested on the back of her seat, the book still open in her lap.