Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Topic started by: ARAD V1.0 on January 09, 2016, 04:06:24 pm
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OOC: I don't know how this turns out, so tagging for mature.
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Spectacular. That was the first word anyone would think off when arriving at a concert by DJ Nequit. The amount of people flocking there, from all caste's in Haviah were far more than numbrous. It was an event everyone had to witness. And it would be on the news for the next several weeks.
Even Nikita herself was nervous. Each year her crowd grew. Each year her fans flocked to Haviah to enjoy her music and see her in the flesh. People admired her, worshipped her. In Haviah, the name Nikita Mirai was unknown, yet, DJ Nequit was known by everyone. Anyone unknowning to the stagename was considered a philistine.
However, the instant Nikita put the helmet on, she was ready. Becoming an entire different person. The visor slid down infront of her face and she stood ready, one hand on her hip. And soon, an elevator slowly carried her towards the top of the stage. She was met with a crowd that was completely silent. Their breath held in anticipation.
The woman smirked, lowering her hands towards the graphical interface that was projected infront of her. Time to make magic.
Her bodysuit turned purple, the visor becoming completely dark. The holographic hair attached to the helmet, defying gravity, turned into a radiant purple. The entire room lit up in a similar shade of purple. After a gentle tap on the interface, she threw her hands up, met by loud cheers and applause as the music slowly started to work it's way up, soon entering the first climax with a loud drop, causing the entire crowd to start dancing to the beat.
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She found herself standing there. Rain poured hard and many people were running. She was soaked as if having stood here for hours in an empty alleyway. But the way Symphonica felt was as if she had just woken up.
She looked at her watch. 8:30 PM. When looking at the date there was another feeling. As if she was supposed to be somewhere. Something she had looked forward to for what seemed to be a very long time. If only she could remember what it was.
That would be something to think of later. Now, she had to get some place dry. She exited the dark alleyway in a quick pace and kept going, despite having passed several opportunities to find shelter from the rain she did not stop. Following her feeling of having to be somewhere.
Symphonia heard the music from the first song which was what drew her in the concerthall and once inside she could see how crowded it was.
''Ticket and ID please.'' A man spoke. His built was broad like any security man.
''Yes of course...'' Symphonica spoke and took her wallet to take out the ticket and ID like an automatic response.
How on earth did she even had one? Symphonia could not recall purchasing it. Still she handed the man her ID and the ticket.
The man scanned the barcode presend on the ticket''Oh a VIP ticket. A valid one at that. I suppose you had some hold up getting here all soaked and a little late. After all a VIP ticket is only for the first person to get a ticket. No matter. Follow me and above all enjoy yourself.'' the man returned her ID and ticket.
He did not lead her through the crowd but instead a backway with less people, guiding her towards a small platform lit up with various colors of light. A few more security guards were on the luminating stairs to prevent anyone else from going on but moved aside when Symphonica was lead towards it.
Already during the way to the stage the music that was played was something that made Symphonica's body into a dancing mood.
Wait. Was that what that stage was about? Dancing without anyone else around her? Wether yes or no when on that platform it only took a few seconds for her to move her body on the music's rythm.
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Nikita noticed how one of the VIP's was lifted to one of the special platforms. The people that bought first or bought a ticket at least thrice as expensive. And this time. No one had bought a VIP ticket. So she was only meant to meet one person after the concert. Even a meet and greet was included as a secret perk to the first ticket sold. Yet. Her toughts on the VIP tickets. Their perks. Everything dissappeared instantly, her music entering another slow, rythmical buildup.
A slow smirk slid across her lips as she spreaded her arms during the buildup, after a rapid succession of bass beats, everything went silent. the entire crowd ceased moving. Their breath held in anticpation. For a brief moment, the sound of a needle being dropped would be audible. A deep, exhilerated breath resounded from Nikita. "Nothing can stop me.." Her whisper carried across the room, through the microphone. Her voice filled with anticipation, exhiliration, burning passion. The feeling this gave was indescribable. A potent drug no stimsticker or medicine could recreate. Only a split second after the whisper left her mouth, the music bursted out with an epic follow up, the lights changing from a soothing purple to a fiery, crimson red. Her bodysuit following the theme of the music.
And the entire concert became a rythmic chaos of movement once more. With a graceful flip, Nikita stepped ontop of her mixing panel, throwing her hands up and starting to bop along to the beat, almost the entire concert trying to replicate her graceful and swift movements.
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Symphonia did not remember all the extra's that came with a VIP ticket but for some reason she felt amazing. Still being wet from the rain drops came from her body and hair when she danced. The droplets lit up by the various lights around her.
She saw the droplets and everything else as if in slowmotion. Her dancing was natural to her too. Almost like a second nature and the platform provided Symphonia with all of the space she needed.
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Nikita chuckled under her breath as everyone moved to the music she created. All hers. All hers to command. Their movement, their emotions, were all controlled by her. Right here, right now. She was an artist. The crowd was her blank canvas. Music her paint. She was making beautiful art right now. Each and every person that came to her concert. She'd make them beautiful. This night, they would become perfect. All of them. Briefly attaining the perfection she wanted through her music.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Exhiliration and a burning passion the only things on her mind. She fully gave herself to her own music, controlling it with no less than her own feet. Something she had practiced a long time. But, practice payed off. And she could keep dancing while setting the crowd to her hands.
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The concert was about half way in when two more platforms rose. Someone or actually a few people seemed to have paid a little extra for the full experience. Symphonica was alone but one of the platforms had four people dancing on them and the other one five.
They too seemed to have the time of their life. Seeing the others sharing the stage though made her feel slightly lonely. But she only had one ticket and whatever had been going on she certainly could not remember if someone was supposed to join her or not.
She did not think about those thoughts for long though and enjoyed dancing on the music and Nikita's performance to the best.
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After several hours, her final song drew to a close. As soon as the last note was blasted into the crowd, Nikita stood up and bowed deeply. Met with loud cheers and applause. She smiled gently under her panting breath, before stepping down from her mixing panel and turning around. To leave the stage. She knew she was going to be the subject of various conversations across Haviah for the next few weeks. Slowly. The platforms with the VIP dancer's lowered to the stage, several guards escorting them away. Yet Symphonica wasn't lead to the exit, but rather backstage, where she was met with the sight of Nikita sitting down on a stray crate, talking with whi would be her manager. A bottle of water in her hand. With the words 'Again, you never cease to amaze me, girl.' The fat man in suit left again, as Nikitq stood up. One of the guards accompanying Symphonica speaking up. "Miss Mirai?" Nikita looked over to the guard, the helmet still perched ontop of her head. "Is this the one?" Was what she asked, the soldier merely nodding. "Good. Leave us for a moment." Was what she said towards the guard, before looking at Symphonica with a soft smile. "Nikita Mirai.. Also known as DJ Nequit, whom do I have the pleasure with?"
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Symphonica was not sure what exactly happened as she got escorted when the concert was over but she did feel exited. Those who upgraded their tickets appearantly had were not taken. She soon realised she was being taken to the creator of this amazing music.
''My name is Symphonica Alaris. Pleasure is mine.'' Symphonica replied. Alaris? It left her mouth without a second thought. But she supposed it was her last name since it had a really nostalgic ring to it.
''The concert was amazing. I am really glad I got to see you perform. Everyone dancing, it brings people together.''
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"Symphonica.." Nikita said with a soft smile. "A beautiful name.. Symphony.." She unscrewed the bottle again and took a gentle sip from the water, smiling warmly at the compliment. "My sincerest thanks. I am happy you loved it." She chuckled slightly, nodding in response. "Yes. There's always so many.. People that open their schedules to see me perform.. It's amazing." Another smile, "I'm glad I can bring people together."
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''I apolagise for asking. It is the first time I've ever been backstage and met an artist. What usually all happens?'' Symphonica asked. ''I was so exited when I got my desired ticket it had overwhelmed me. I doubt me asking you to get a Latte with me somewhere is not included.''
It was a bit of a jester although at the other hand Symphonica was curious regarding Nikita's personality. But even if it was possible she could imagine after performing the woman would be tired and in very much need of rest and quiet.
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"You don't need to apologise at all." Nikita said with a chuckle, "some people have some questions prepared. Others drop to their knee and propose.. I think you'll do neither?" She smirked slowly. "And the latte.. Well. I would take that opportunity. But not right now. I'm sweating from performing and quite honestly.. It feels like I smell bad now." And boy did she hate that.
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''Prepared questions huh? That would be more of an interview then instead of meeting you. And proposing, well. That would be to soon. We do not know one another well after all.'' she teased. ''After your performance I can imagine you would like to wash up and the like. I was drenched when I got in but the dancing kind of make my very sweaty as well.''
She was not wrong, her neat clothes did seem kind of ruined and despite her sweat was not stinking yet, surely it would do that sooner or later.
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"Sometimes, yes," she chuckled slowly. "Are you planning on courting me, miss Symphonica?"
Nikita looked down and plucked at the latex suit, pulling a piece of the latex between two fingers. "Then imagine wearing something like this," she smirked with a slight disgust, "It is really the worst."
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''I can imagine. Still though, it does look good on you. As for courting you...''
Symphonica pondered. ''Well you impressed me, but like I said. We do not know one another that well. If you by any miracle would like to though, I do not mind meeting you over a coffee. Either in a nice café, or if you prefer peace and quiet and would not find it to creepy, I can make good coffee. Hot and iced.''
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"All part of the get-up." Nikita chuckled slowly. "Tell you what. I'm going to peel this suit off and we'll talk about this coffee in my changing room." She gestured for Symphonica to follow her and started to walk towards her changing room, opening it and walking in. It was pretty neatly decorated. "Take a seat," was what she said as she walked behind a screen, hiding herself from sight, she started to pull the latex from her body, it was always damn difficult. The usual sounds of slapping and pulling latex were heard as she was busy.
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Symphonica had not exactly expected to be asked inside but followed calmly and took a seat as she was told to. She had actually half expected someone from security telling Nikita it was unwise to invite a stranger inside.
''Ehm... you alright there?'' She almost suggested to help Nikita out but before the words left her mouth she figured they would be unwise to say.
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"Quite-" was the answer from behind the screen, before another loud slap and a high pitched squeel resounded. "Ok. That hurt!" The rest of Nikita's changing was pretty uneventful. "So. Where would you want to grab that latte if it isn't at your place?" She inquired before stepping out from behind the screen. Clad in a black tanktop and a navy trackpants. She slicked back some of her raven hair and sat down next to Symphonica.
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''well there is this really classy place called Lamia Latte. They serve amazing coffee and variations of it not to mention, really good cakes. And there is Dead End. It really is not as morbid as it sounds and is also more quieter.'' She looked at Nikita but not in a creepy way. The woman looked a lot different now. Giving Symphonica the realisation she had no spare clothes and prayed that her deoderant would at the least last long enough.
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"Hm. I see." Nikita stretched her arms. "Lamia Latte sounds like an interesting place.." She chuckled slightly. She would get a lot of attention if she suddenly went there. Wich wasn't all that bad.
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''Then let's do that. My treat obviously.'' Symphonica said with a smile. ''Will your bodyguards agree with it actually?'' It had already crossed her mind Nikita would get recognised.
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"Alrighty," Nikita chuckled. "I pay them. So if I want to go out. I go out. They do not need to agree on anything," she looked at a certain spot in the room. "And they are already fully planning and researching the place. They are listening in."
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''A..amazing..'' Symphonica said. She was indeed amazed about that. Lamia Latte was a rather high class place. Business men, rich children. Actually there was a kind of dresscode there too. Something she had completely forgotten about right now since she was still in the realisation that THE Nikita actually agreed to go out to drink a cup of coffee with her.
''If the question is not to bold to ask... is it not... suffocating? Never to be able to go somewhere without everyone knowing where you are? I sometimes did anything to get away from that kind of life.'' Bits and pieces of memory had come back. Something about where her home actually was. Her work. The fact that she was the 'heir' to some company and that she was on a holiday. But the gap between her getting off the spaceship and ending up in the alley before the concert was just still completely dark as if they had happened right after one another. Only the date did not add up. She would have to find that out when she got home.
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Nikita smiled sadly, folding her hands on her lap. "Sometimes," she looked up to the ceiling. "I am untouchable for anyone. The friends I have are honestly people that just seek to influence politics with my friendship. Or gain some reputation.." She chuckled bitterly. "Honestly. I don't have much friends."
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''I know that feeling. I am a heir to my family's company. It took me forever to make them realise that I wanted to make something of myself and not live off the company or family's succes. They were not happy with that.'' Symphonica admitted.
''I had not known my position both in society and in life in general until I was older but I had a lot of so called friends. After all their parents knew who I was one way or another and attempted to profit from it through their children. It was horrible.'' she chuckled and sighed. ''It sucks really.'' she paused briefly.
''Alright. Enough gloom. Sorry about that. Time to get that latte.'' she said with a grin and a wink.
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Nikita blinked slowly. "Sorry. I don't know wich company you're talking about.. I grew up in the slums.. So I know how it all works." She looked at Symphnica again. "Hm. It hurts to have people that are interested in your perks, rather than in the person you are."
She heard a knock on the door, two humans, rather big and clad in black tuxedos entered. "What's wrong, fellas?" Was what Nikita asked. They held up fancy clothes. A dress and a bussiness suit. "Lamia latte has a dresscode ma'am. So we prepared your outfit. And an outfit for your guest. The showers are also prepared."
Nikita stood up with a smile and walked over to the two bodyguards. "Before you tell me how to dress, Cayne, you would wear your tie-" she grabbed his tie and straightened it, tightening it aswell, "properly. Escort miss Symponica to the showers." The man nodded. "Miss Symphonica, if you'd follow me?" He asked, notioning towards the door.
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''Yes right. The dresscode. No idea how I forgot about that. Ehm.. well ehm... thank you.'' She stumbled a little over her words and her cheeks were red. She bowed politely to Nikita before following the bodyguard to the showers.
The woman could not help but to feel very awkward. Showing in a place like this. Was it not to public? What if someone barged in?
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"No one will enter, ma'am." The bodygaurd said as he stood next to the door, guessing her thoughts and, holding out the dress out to her. When she took it, he folded his hands infront of him.
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'Esper or something?' Symphonica thought to herself as she accepted the dress. ''I thank you sir.. Cayne. I will be swift.'' she said still with flushed cheeks and entered the showers. Neatly hanging the dress on a clotheshanger so it would not wrinkle and after a good minute which she needed to convince herself it was alright she undressed. Folding her sweaty clothes and put them aside. Except her underwear, since she had no second pair. Or had she?
She dug in her purse and was relieved that she had her 'emergency' pair there.
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After a short while, Nikita was done and dressed in the bussiness suit. She disliked skirts. Found them uncomfortable. She adjustes her tie and checked herself in the mirror. A stylish light grey with bordeaux shirt. Grey pants and neat shoes. The suit didn't hide her features at all. She still had her slender and feminime form.
She knocked on the door of the shower room. "Are you done, miss Symphonica?"
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''Yea I am done.'' Symphonica replied. She wasfully dressed. ''Not sure what I should do with my clothes though.'' she said after opening the door. Her hair was now neatly curled and the ivory dress seemed to fit her like a glove. Giving her the actual Lady look.
The blush had not left her cheeks at all. ''Is it alright like this?'' she asked. Surely she wore the dress properly but she somehow always felt overdressed anyway.
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"It suits you." Was what Nikita noted with a soft smile, pocketing her hands. "I personally don't like dresses.. Or anything with a skirt. So, my stylidt thought this would be an interesting contrast." She smiled gently. "My limousine is waiting."
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Symphonica nodded and exited the shower room. ''For the record. The suit suits you too.'' she said with a smile. Already completely forgetting the fact she still had clothes on the bench there.
She followed Nikita and the bodyguards to the limousine. For some reason though it felt kind of trusted, but new and exiting at the same time.
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Nikita chuckled. "I look good in everything.." She glanced at Symphonica with a smirk. Her driver opened the door for the two, holding his hand out to help the both of them inside. With a slow buzz, the engine was sparked to life. "About half an hour drive.." Was what she muttered to herself.
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''Half an hour is not that bad'' Symphonica said as she made sure she sat comfortable.
''So ehm... Nikita... tell me. If of course you want that is, what kind of other things do you like?''
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Nikita chuckled slowly. "Lazy sundays.. Sitting nice and comfy with a blanket infront of the tv.. Mostly with hot chocolate." She smirked slowly. "Fine dining.. The smaller things."
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''Haha the warm comfy stuff huh?'' Symphonica said with a chuckle. ''True. It has a very nice feeling to that. I am the daughter from one of the heads Terra Pharmaceutical has. Naturally it being a family business it is expected to know the whole company and it's products. I for a long time was not permitted to watch comedy shows or movies. Since if I had time for that I had time to study. I then once just told them to mind their own business, that if they could lecture their daughter in this fashion they could spare tons of time developing new medication. It was an amusing discussion.'' she chuckled.
''Still I'd give anything to have normal parents. Hence I at some point seperated myself from them with nothing and started over for myself.''
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"I see.. I never met my parents." Nikita smiled sadly. "Don't you ever miss them?"
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''I'm... so sorry...'' Symphonica said flustered.
''I ehm well. I suppose I miss them as my parents but not when they are in their business role. The latter more often then not overlapping the parenting. But I had some fun times with them too.''
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She shook her head. "Don't apologize." She said, trying to shrug the feings off. And coughing slowly. This just went for the worse. "So.. Erhm.." Her fingers gently drumming her knee. "Do you often go to the lamia latte?"
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Sibiu nodded. ''Depending on how my week is, daily actually.'' she admitted. At the least, her memory kind of told her that. ''I'm a regular to say the least. But I also occasionally go to Dead's End. I do make nice coffee and it is safe to say I might drink a tad to much of it but I just find it no fun to drink by myself at home. What about you? Any places you visit often?''
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She shook her head. "I don't tend to get out much. Unless I'm performing." She chuckled slowly. "So I rarely frequent anything."
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''That is such a shame. If you like, if I do not freak you out to much, if you want a little break let me know. I know some really good and beautiful places. Heck there are a bunch of family homes I have acces to as well.'' Symphonica suggested.
''But yea. Only if you think that is alright and comfortable. I mean... I can suggest all of these things but in the end a friendship is earned and not forced. If things do not go well then it is alright too. Already having this opportunity makes me really glad.''
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Nikita nodded. "Thanks." She said with a gentle smile, before looking up as a synthetic, feminine's voice crossed the intercomm. "We've arrived, Nikita." The musician nodded. "Thank you, Iha," she chirped as the limousine pulled over, their drvier exiting and opening the door for the pair.
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Symphonica got out of the limousine. The streets were still wet and puddles of water were still laying by the overfull drains, but at the least it had stopped raining. It was a rather luxery neighbourhood with fancy shops, diners and cafe's. Lamia Latte beside them.
It felt as if she had not been here for ages but there was a warm feeling of nostalgia. She could see the wooden tables, chairs and the waiters polishing the silverware. The warm candles burning and the displays of delicious cakes. The glass containers with a variety of coffeebeans and a part of the selection of tea's. She wondered what Nikita would like but also wondered how much attention would be drawn to her. At the least this cafe's popularity would certainly rise.
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Nikita also stepped out of the limousine, taking Symphonica's arm in hers and smiling softly, before walking in. The rich scent of coffee and cakes met her and Nikita closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath and enjoying the scents. Various people gave her glances, not sure if they had seen her before.
A waiter walked to them and smiled, "Miss Mirai, Miss Symphonica, please follow me." At the mention of Mirai, the soft chatter went silent for a brief moment and the costumers looked to the pair, nervous whispers slowly filling. Nikita chuckled slowly and turned around. "Sorry everyone, I'm just here to enjoy some coffee with a friend." She said with a slightly apologetic smile. And like that, people went back to their bussiness.
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That was the positive side of higher class cafe's. The people coming here were often business people and would not scream like fangirls.Neither would they gather around Nikita. Not for now anyway. Already Symphonica noticed people on their phones and it would be an easy guess what they were typing. But indeed, Lamia Latte had been the proper choice.
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Well, there was some youth from rich parents that approached Nikita after the waiter had escorted them to their table, she gave Symphonica a meaningful look, before looking to the two teenagers, who were also dressed for the occassion with a smile. "Yes?" She asked, expecting either asked an autograph or a selfie.
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''Y-your concert tonight... was amazing...'' one of the teenagers said stumbling over her words. Would you... would you perhaps like to sign our tickets and CD? We bought them after the show.''
The way the two young teens stumbled over their words made Symphonica smile warmly. It was actually quite cute.
''And if possible... maybe a picture? Of course...if you decline it is alright after all... I am sure you are here for your enjoyment.''
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Nikita smiled slowly and stood up, "I'm glad yiu had a great time,," she said with a soft smile, pulling a black marker from her pocket and signing the tickets and cd's.
One if the teens pulled their cellphone and Nikita wrapped her arms around both their shoulders, holding her hands up with a 'peace' sign and smiling brightly for the picture.
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''Thank you so much'' the girl said and was bold enough to give Nikita an innocent kiss on the cheek. ''Come on. I am sure lady Nikita wishes to enjoy the evening with her friend now.'' the other said with a smirk. The staff did not seem to be very fond of it either but it were only two people so let it slide.
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Nikita chuckled softly at the kiss, her left eye did twitch momentarily. She hated being touched and kissed unannounced. It was disgusting. She sat back down infront of Symphonica, trying to forget about the dirty spot on her cheek. She still had the same warm smile. "You order me something," she said with a soft giggle.
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''Alright. I do hope your taste is the same as mine though.'' Symphonica said with a giggle.
''What would you two like to order?'' A man asked in a tailcoated suit. ''Lady Symphonica, it has been a while. How was your trip?''
'Trip?' Symphonica thought. ''It was alright thank you... Oscar.'' Symphonica replied getting the name quickly from the name tag. ''I would like to order a pot of vanilla, rose and cocobean tea and an etagaire of small delights please for both me and my friend.''
''Of course mi-lady. Any preferences?'' Oscar asked as he noted it down.
'Preferences....' Symphonica thought. Surely she had been here often enough to be asked that. But she could not remember what her preferences were.
''I am sure you know what I like, but a mix of the cafe's favourites are fine.'' Symphonica replied calmly and kindly.
Oscar bowed and left.
Symphonica exhaled calmly. ''Rather then one large cake might as well make it a good taste test don't you think?'' she asked.
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"I enjoy being surprised," Nikita answered in response. "So, I'm not picky." A soft chuckle followed, before the waiter approached them. Nikita watched the interaction between the two with a same soft smile, grabbing a napkin and wiping her cheek, where the teenager had kissed before.
She gave a soft nod towards Symphonica, "smart decision. I agree completely," she said with a soft chuckle.
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''Be careful though. This place is not famous for it's good tea's and cakes without a reason.'' Symphonica chuckled.
A nice glass teapot and expensive cups were placed on the table and filled with a lovely smelling tea. Also a small jar of honey, a pot of sugar and a small can of milk were placed down by Oscar.
Symphonica took some of the honey and allowed a small bit to drip into her cup of tea.
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Nikita took the small can of milk, pouring several droplets in her own tea, grabbing it and smelling it, shuddering in delight. "That.. Smells amazing," she admitted with a soft chuckle.
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''I know right? They blend the flavours here themselves. Vanilla. Rose. A small hint of coco. It is amazing.'' Symphonica purred taking in the scent of the tea as well. ''They also sell it if you are interested in taking some home.''
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Nikita chuckled. "I'd try.. But I don't think it's easy to make such good tea," she answered with a soft chuckle.
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''The key is the temperature. Often the water is boiled and immediatly poured on the tea leaves. The water has to be boiled briefly, then leave to slightly cool. How much it has to be cooled depends on wether you have black, green or white tea. And of course the time. To hot and to long gives really bitter tea.'' Symphonica replied.
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"You are.. Quite the tea artificiando," Nikita replied with a soft giggle, stirring her tea softly and taking a gentle sip, closing her eyes in delight.
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''This place organises workshops occasionaly regarding making tea and sweets that are removed of the menu. It is quite fun really.'' Symphonica took a few more sips of her drink before two young handsomelooking men brought over several etagaires with delicious foods. One contained a variety of exotic fruits, baker cream and soft white chocolate sauce, The second one had a selection of small tarts, pies and chocolates, and the third a wide variety of small sandwiches. It looked and maybe was a lot but it was a littlebit of everything.
''If there are any wishes please signal us.'' the men said with a deep polite bow before they tended to the other customers.
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Nikita smiled softly and nodded in thanks as the men made a deep bow for them, before they went off to treat other costumers. She glanced at Symphonica with a soft smile. "My manager's going to hate me for eating this," she mused with a soft chuckle.
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''I am sure he will forgive you just this once. I come here on a regular basis I seem to be fine.'' she jestered. ''Just enjoy. That is what tonight is for right? Because of you I had the time of my life and I hope I can return the favor in this way.''
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"You don't know him," she answered with a soft chuckle. "And I am enjoying it," she looked at Symphonica with a gentle smile.
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''Well then, bon appetit.'' Symphonica said with a chuckle. ''if your manager scolds you I shall take full responsibility.'' she assured before taking a piece of fruit, dipped it in a white chocolate sauce and put it in her mouth.
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Nikita gave her another soft smile, before following her exemple. "Be mindfuk of your words," she quipped. "I might even take you up on that."
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''I would not mind.'' Symphonica replied with a grin. ''After all. It could be masked as a.... business dinner of sorts. My family throws parties from time to time, hiring musicians from all over for private celebrations for benefacturers. I was never disowned. My... rebelious side is seen as some sort of late teenage fase and they surely still expect me to come back with a tail between my legs admitting I can not do anything by myself at all.'' she grinned. ''I am certain your manager would appreciate the interest of such a large company and could forgive you for eating with me. I always wanted to abuse my family's name if a situation came up for it.'' she finished her cup of tea and refilled it, making a gesture to wether Nikita watned a refill.
''If we finish this pot you may pick a new flavour if you still would like more. Although of course if you prefer a liquor do not hesitate ordering it.''
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As Symphonica spoke, a soft grin appeared on her lips. "How convienient," Nikita replied, nodding at the gesture for a refill.
"I don't drink," Nikita stated with a soft smile, taking a piece of fruit and sighing. "Sometimes I miss it."
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''I drink once a month but holding my alcohol is not exactly my strongest point. I prefer the creamy things. Baileys. Merry's. Cheesecake liquor...'' she giggled. ''Still. One glass of liquor I can handle but with the second or third it tends to go horribly wrong.''
After refilling Nikita's cup, Symphonica put the teapot down and took a strawberry and vanilla cream. ''Regarding Aedolis. Is there anything here in this grand place you would like to do? Sightseeing? Or maybe a bit of shopping. A zero gravity game or laser game. I can imagine if you would want these things it is impossible without being disturbed by fans.''
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Nikita arched an eyebrow. "I always wanted to do lasertag when I was a kid. Didn't have the money for it," she smirked softly. "Now I don't have the time."
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''That sucks...'' Symphonica said and pondered. She doubt that Nikita could randomly ask for a holiday. Even this little dinner was probably something her manager would not like to much.
''What if, I would hire you for a night for a business party and as a show of gratitude invite you and your whole team for a game of laser tag. That way you will have no danger of being recognized.''
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Nikita smirked softly in response. "That could work. Can play it off as both a team-building event and an improvement for another possible sponsor."
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''My point exactly. My family's company is mainly focussed on pharmaseuticals but I am certain something can be worked out.'' Symphonica grinned. She was actually looking forward to this.
''We can sort the details out later. Althought I think it will be our agents doing that. I will need about a week though to suggest a performance done by you and providing the papers and documents that can prove that the location is safe for you.''
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Nikita smiled softly. "So, it's settled then," she concluded, before taking a sip from her tea, closing her eyes in awe at the taste. "This.. Is amazing."
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Symphonica smiled knowing Nikita liked the tea.
As time passed one by one the little snacks were eaten and more and more guests and staff left. Although there were still enough to tend to Nikita and Symphonica if asked for. The establishment did not have a specific closing time. Eventually guests unless they paid really well, were not permitted to enter anymore but those already there were still served without frowns or complains.
''To brew the tea you just had and liked a lot, boil water and put it in a keramic tea pot. Leave the lid open for five minutes before gently submerging a half filled tea egg with the loose tea leaves. Put the lid on the pot, let it rest for five minutes and gently remove it. Then it is ready to be served.'' she said calmly and put down her empty cup. She felt full but also fullfilled. And actually could not remember the last time she had this much fun, and exitement.
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Nikita nodded as Symphonica explained how she could make a cup of tea like this one. "Thanks," she answered with a soft smile, acoompanying Symphonica outside, back to the limousine waiting for them.