[color=FF48A4][h1][center]~ Z A M O R A ~[/center][/h1][/color]


[color=FF48A4]"Hello Dangeki City~....!"[/color] Talia entered the café, fumbling with the door on her arrival. It wasn't the most graceful of entrances, but she had just arrived into town earlier today and finished setting up her new performance hall that would be opening this week. She was relatively exhausted, but it was never too early for a little promotion. [color=FF48A4]"I am Zamora, conjurer of the mystic arts and .... I need a drink, sorry."[/color] Talia brushed off her introduction like it never happened. She paid the fellow patrons and current mess of the place no mind as she wandered off to a table and sprawled herself across a table, burying her face in the fold of her arms after setting down her hat in front of her. She took a deep breath as she thought about what to order; only to remember that she left her purse back on top of the box of fake flowers in her hall. It really was a pain working by herself, but she would try to keep it going as long as she could. Especially now with her other job.

[color=FF48A4]"Nruter ym esrup."[/color] She looked under her hat and smiled, strapping the pinkish purple bag across her shoulder before immediately drifting off to a light sleep. She wasn't going to crash here, just rest her eyes a bit as she kept her ears open in case there was something important going on. Give half an hour...? And she would quell her needy stomach with a fine burger, some fries... a chocolate shake... Zzz.