“This place hasn’t changed a bit—”
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✖; “Plotting the death of many innocent lives; the usual.” Sarcasm never failed him.
“Such things aren’t appropriate to joke about—” The barmaids held firm as her sanguine eyes narrowed oh so slightly.
A hand shifting to give the back of her head a light scratch, she pursed a lip— blue optics flickering over to study the background of the woman. “—Thought you would.” A set of pale arms resting upon the wooden plank carved into a bench before them.
“If it’s about getting home then I doubt you could help, though if it’s about handing me a drink then I guess you could do so— or I at least hope you can.” A light chuckle was about to arise through the soldier’s throat, tickling it down quickly she shifted her gaze to examine the rest of the people in the bar.
“Your thoughts were correct! Gotta say though, I am not surprised that you know him, yourself. He’s quite popular, even though he is so grumpy most of the time.” Tifa couldn’t hold in the small chuckle that filtered through, flipping her long locks over her shoulder as she tried to stifle what she could. Her arms folded under her ample bosom as she kept her gaze held with the woman before her.
“It couldn’t hurt to try, but I am afraid you are probably right.” Over the past few years she had been bearing witness to travelers that had seemingly lost their way—it always hurt to know that she couldn’t provide much assistance; but she always tried to make it clear that if she could help, she would. “But as for the drink, I think I can definitely manage to get that for you, anything in particular you’d like?” The question rang out into the open air before the monk turned to grab a glass and search for the needed ingredients.
If it haven’t been a more flattering visit from these people, what would? A bright smile crossed her lips, hands clasped on her back, giving them a welcoming wave. For a brief moment, she wondered what exactly motivated them to come here. “Aha! Hey there! I’m Kairi!” Among the crowd, there were some familiar faces she could pick out, one by one. Instead of calling them out, she decided otherwise, just simply thinking. There wasn’t much that could have been done and said at the moment but a general greeting.
A soft groan escaped parted lips, as the raven haired woman lifted her body from the ground. Running her hand against her face, ruby irises finally cracked open to investigate her surroundings. The rush of salt and sea flooded into her sense of smell, before confusion set in quickly. A beach…? But hadn’t she just been in Edge not even five minutes ago? It was a curious situation for Tifa, but in her 23 years of life, it wouldn’t be the first time she had awoken in a strange place with no idea of how she managed to arrive.
It was something you just had to learn to roll with. Besides, the change of scenery was definitely appreciated. The grey skies of her city could do quite the number on a person’s mood.
It was when the young redhead called out that the monk was started out of her thoughts, causing her to jump slightly, and her head to instantly peer over her slim shoulder. “A-Ah? Oh! Nice to meet you, Kairi—I’m Tifa. If it isn’t too much trouble, could you tell me where I am? I’ve seeming gotten myself quite lost.”