Solomon City

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Cisume and the rest of the group arrived in the town known as Solomon. It was a quaint little place, not too busy, not too rural. She watched the few people passing by give them confused stares. She couldn't blame them. She would probably stare too.

Mace's eyes looked back and forth at the people and kept his hand near at least one of his gun holsters; it wouldn't be that much of a surprise if someone here was working for the Xeuz.

((Can Zaft wake up yet?...))

((Not yet))

((T_T))

((Why not? No one's posting anyway.))

((Until we reach the new base, I'll post tomorrow)

DVB approached a small abandoned coffee shop. He goes inside and opens a secret compartment behind a wall plug and presses a series of keys. A secret door opened below. "C'mon, let's go," he said to the group as he pulled out a glowstick.

Mace walked into the hidden entryway, it smelled deeply of coffee beans. "Ok, when did you own a Coffee house?"

"I inherted just before the Xeuz came," DVB said.

Mace's right eyebrow lifted. "I guess you're from a line of royal coffee makers?" he said humor disguised as seriousness, "can I call you the Mocha Monarch?"

"No, that was my grandmother," DVB said playing along, continuing down the stairway. "Anyway, we're almost there, in fact... Hey Cisume, I think your friend is waking up. Ask him if he likes coffee," DVB said before approaching the big steel door.

Zaft took in a quick breath when the pain of the real world came back to him. Cisume set him down, "Are you OK?" she asked urgently. Zaft looked at her with his hazy gray eyes. She thought she saw a glimpse of something. Regret? Pain? Sorrow? Joy? Hate? She couldn't tell, it was gone now.

"Look uhh... Zaft was it? I'd recommend you just sleep. You'll feel better after a nap," DVB said while undoing the large number of complex locks on the door.

"Just pump him with coffee," Mace suggested, "that always works for me when I'm working on a program."

"I'll take no orders from you, scum." Zaft shot a look at DVB. Cisume put her hand on his shoulder, "It's OK, they're friends... I think." she said the last part to herself.

"I can see the difference between you and your friend," DVB said to Cisume before turning to Zaft. "Why do you call someone who gives you friendly advice scum?" he asked before finishing the last of the locks.

"Now Zaft, behave yourself or we'll have to pour hot coffee on you," Mace said like a caring parent, "How bad's your wing injury?"

Zaft bit his lip, "My wing is fine." he said convincing enough.

"You must've read my mind," DVB answered to Mace before finishing the locks opened. He opened the door and inside ws the insider of a regular coffee shop except that it had a steampunk look. It also had a large TV and two computers and lastly, an entrance to the lower levels. "My family had a lot of free time on their hands," he said. "Cisume, lay him on the sofa," he said before going to the bench and started making coffee.

Mace ran straight to one of the computers. He put the often mentioned volleyball with a face near the screen and pluged in an external hard drive via USB 5.3. "Well I'm set up," Mace said happily.

DVB sighed as he noticed that the coffee was almost readt. "Alright guys, what are you feeling up for?" he asked.

Cisume held out a hand to help Zaft up, but he ignored her and got up himself. A new rush of pain came with every move, but he managed to stand up and lean against the wall, "I'll stand."

"Anyway, Zaft, why did you join the Xeuz in the first place?" he said as he started passing around cups of coffee.