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>Order some sammiches and tip well.
"We'll have two of your deadly sammiches, please."
"Certainly," croons Tyrael. He claps his hands twice. "Tamana! Two deadly sandwiches for our lovely guests~"
Tamana visibly wilts and walks into the back.
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>Ask Joel about herself.
"So, um. Fed up with your job?"
"Y-yeah," she says. "Oh, could I have an iced tea, please...?"
"But of course," says Tyrael. He turns. "Oh Tamana, dearest~ one iced tea with those sammies."
"Tell me a little about that," says Nicolas. "Oh, and could I have a coffee?"
"Of course, sir," says Tyrael. "Our service is the best. ... TAMANA!"
A clatter comes from the back room.
"... one hot coffee with that."
There's a pause, and then a sweet voice comes from the back room with just a slightly venomous undertone. "Yes, sir~"
"Well, Paraply used to be a prosthetics company," says Joel. "I was a receptionist there for about ten years. R-really simple stuff, y'know? But then two years, magic appeared, and... and they began studying. Studying, um. How to. Regrow limbs! With magic."
"That's when they began patenting a bunch of psionic stuff," says Nicolas.
"R-right. So it was prettymuch just-just us and Ignometics, that had a monopoly on magic. And then that g-guy Rastin came in, and... well, things changed? And I got appointed to a sweeper position."
"And before that, it was prettymuch just a day job," says Nicolas.
"R-right!" she says. "But when they learned I could handle a gun, I was swept into some sort of generic stormtrooper position. The guy I worked under was a real asswipe."
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