If one looked upon the street outside of Dangeki Pawn and Café, they would find an odd sight. Oddity being something that is relative, as a Dryad from Ireland would find the bustling Japanese city to be an oddity, just as a mundane citizen would find the peculiarly dressed woman dragging her feet down the street with an uninviting, dour sort of expression. Her callouses had built callouses upon blisters and sores, to the point she would hazard to guess that her feet were made of more dead flesh then living. 

This was nothing new, of course. Walking was free and it saved her money where it cost her time, [color=teal][i]except in metropolitan areas with abysmal parking where I save so much time on by not needing to park,[/i][/color] she amended. Catching sight of her destination the seemingly vagabond woman hastened her pace.

Passing through the front door to the café she was greeted by the melodic chime of a door bell, signaling Miranda Sinclair’s arrival at the Maelstrom of Strife’s beating heart. There were all kinds of odd sorts from Chaser’s to Youkai. The dejected bunny girl tending bar was an unexpected delight that could see herself enjoying in the immediate future. 

Drawn in by the allure of bar seating, fetishist wait staff, and giving her tired feat a long awaited rest, Miranda plopped herself down on the nearest stool and slumped against the bar, boneless. [color=teal]“Excuse me miss. Can I get two servings of carrot cake and a drink to make me forget my aches and pains?”[/color]

As she waited for the bunny girl to hop-to-it on her order, Miranda reached down and unclipped the leather bound tome from her belt. With practiced ease she flicked it open to a dog eared page and pressed her palm against the paper, eliciting a puff of smoke that dissipated in moments to leave behind a blue, rabbit like Youkai with ears the length of his body and a ruby set in his forehead. Jeffers the Carbuncle sat beside Miranda, nose crinkling at the smells of sweets before staring at the Ellie with peculiar intensity.

Finding herself in the Mecca of the supernatural world, Miranda lifted her head off the wood to cup her chin in her hands. It would be harder to talk to anyone burying her head into the surprisingly clean bar top. [color=teal]“So, this is the famed Dangeki? Stories don’t do it credit if I say so myself. Jeffers and I came a long way and we aren’t disappointed.”[/color]