The Ark

Someone New

Night quickly came as Amiya and the others arrived at a nearby restaurant that Silverash reserved for us. A table full of high class food; men and women in suits or dresses. In comparison many of us are wearing our street clothes, Cliffheart covered up some skin but it's nowhere near high class. Instead of her short shorts , she opted for regular jeans that were slightly baggy.

"I feel so out of place here. I'm thankful that Cliffheart's brother did this but I don't have anything nice to wear, I didn't think I would ever be somewhere like this." "I can definitely agree. Whenever Kal'tsit has a high profile meeting that I join her in I'm always coming as an operator first then as a guest. So I also don't have nice clothes."

I was able to overhear Amiya and Marth sharing similar struggles of the high life. Not that I can blame them, while I don't mind wearing suits and fighting in them does bring a certain level of class. I prefer my looser clothes instead.

Lappland was sitting next to me and while I've never been a man of manners always opting to eat how I want to eat, Lappland clearly did care. She wasn't afraid to use her hands when eating the meat which has gained the stares of some of the other consumers, but it was clear she didn't care in the slightest.

"Enjoying the food there?" Already knowing the answer.

Lappland ignored me as she continued to devour whatever her hands grabbed. Someone so free from the norms of society.

"Hey Cliffheart, Matterhorn. Are there any religious places I can visit?" I asked them.

"Each village has a place of worship, normally near the center." Matterhorn said as he ate his food.

Cliffheart was rubbing her chin as if trying to remember something. "There is also a run down temple deep in the mountains. It doesn't appear that it was used for decades as the place has broken floor boards and such." She said.

"Cliffheart why in god's name would I want to visit an abandoned temple in the middle of the mountains?" I asked learning in over the table while crossing my fingers.

"Because it is something you would do."

Before Cliffheart could respond, Marth interjects. I turn my head slowly while side-eyeing Marth. As if reflecting my actions Marth does the same.

"Fair enough." I replied.

I could only hang my head at those words momentarily. "I'll have another cocktail." I said.

"I understand wanting to have a drink. Many of us elite operators tend to have small drinks when we are on mission but...." Sharp says as he looks at me. "You already drank two dozen of them."

"I mean, I'm still functioning well aren't I? Plus compared to some other people I know this is nothing." I said.

"Sounds like there's a story behind this one." Matterhorn said.

"There's many. During a time I walked into a bar where I met a familiar face, someone named Francis Drake was someone who I would often find drinking barrels of hard liquor like it was water. Never understood how she did it but they managed to walk it off like it was nothing if she needed to fight." I said as I downed the cocktail in one go.

"Sounds like someone Blaze will get along with." Sharp said as he took a sip out of his water.

Without having to ask for another one, the waitress came in with another cocktail.

"Thank you, that would be the last one." I said.

Dinner came and went as we left the restaurant, flakes of white came down from the sky making piles of snow everywhere.