You may only earn my name upon the field of battle! But you will know me by the standard I bear! The three dragons rampant upon a field azure shall mark me.
[ Aka he'll be wearing his dragon cafe uniform. Don't worry buddy, he knows what you look like. ]
[ Nani the fuck, what sort of strange customs does this knight abide by? Also—how did this stranger know his name???? (His username, probably.)
Regardless, Fred spends some fifteen seconds peering at the note critically, searching for any clues as to the identity of his challenger - he finds none - before following the instructions listed on the note. The door jingles happily as he enters and makes his way to table 3. With some difficulty and numerous apologies to the already seated patrons, it should be added, because he'd opted to dress in full armor, making everything a bit of a tight squeeze.
[ It takes a few minutes since the cafe is busy, but pretty soon, a waiter — that is, Cain — comes bustling over to Frederick's table. He doesn't seem to find the man in hulking full armor strange at all. ]
Aha, so you weren't too afraid to answer my challenge!
[ The latte corgi is the first thing he sees, its little doggie butt jiggling in the air as the cup rattles against the table. He stares, mesmerized by its cheerful smile and delicate paws. How cute...
But then he hears that voice, and his head whips up in surprise. ]
—You!
[ That man from the walls! Fred never would have guessed. And honestly now he doesn't know how to feel, dueling a man he knows(ish) over Clair's honor. ]
Why did you not simply reveal yourself when asked?
[ It certainly was more dramatic, of that Frederick can't really dispute. That doesn't stop the miffed expression from spreading across his face at the outcome. ]
While I appreciate the sentiment, surely it would have been more efficient to lay everything out beforehand?
[ Fred does love efficiency so. But! If Cain isn't all that worried about Clair's honor, then.... ]
Wait. If I pose no real threat, then why am I still here?
Cain beams at Frederick, his cheer entirely unscratched by any bit of miffed feelings. Just because there's no real offense doesn't mean he's not going to take the opportunity to have a friendly, exciting duel! Just like a real knight from out of a story!
[ Cain sets the tray down on the empty chair beside him. He pulls the jiggly corgie latte closer to him. He puts his fingers around the handle of the mug, preparing to lift it, and looks at Frederick expectantly. ]
Well? We can't have our drinking contest if you're not ready to drink.
[ In the name of the gods, what is this man speaking about? Even after he (poorly) explains the challenge, Fred's left sitting there, blinking owlishly as his gaze flits from the drinks to Cain. ]
I'm afraid I don't understand your meaning. Is the challenge to see who can drink this the fastest?
Not the fastest. That's no way to properly enjoy the flavor.
[ Then how, you may wonder, are you to properly judge a latte drinking contest? Have no fear, Cain's here to explain. He holds up a finger to make sure Frederick's paying proper attention. ]
It's whoever can hold the most dragons while drinking their coffee without spilling!
For the most part, Fred likes to think of himself as a sensible man. Not easily shaken, steadfast in his beliefs and his actions. This suggestion, however, defies every expectation he's had until now, and Fred honestly has to wonder if Cain is fully right in the head. ]
Are you certain that's a good idea? Surely the dragons themselves would not consent to such a thing.
[ Also: aren't dragons supposed to be big creatures? He really doesn't like big creatures, don't do this to him. ]
[ Grandly, Cain gestures around. Take it in, Frederick, there's a reason he'd asked to meet at his place of employment!
Miniature-sized dragons flit about, eating treats from patrons' hands. One is even nestled in a customer's lap, its tail flicking as it dreams a dragony dream of fiery destruction rained from above.
And Cain proclaims: ]
We're in the only place in Olympia where we can have such a fantastic duel!
[ Fantastic sure is one word for it. Not one he agrees with, mind, but....it sure is one word. And while he still doesn't think this is a particularly good idea, it would be ill-mannered of him to refuse.
Especially when Clair's honor is at stake. ]
Very well. [ With a DEEP INTERNAL SIGH. ] If this is the duel you wish for, then I accept.
[ Straightening in his chair, he looks directly at Cain. ]
The small dragons zoom, mouths all watering at the prospect of delicious goodies, and Frederick can't help but flinch as they zoom over his shoulder, crawl up the table legs, plop themselves on the flat surface and send the lattes shaking.
(Around them, the patrons titter and gasp among themselves, oh so curious as to what might be happening. Surely it'll be a good show, whatever it is!)
Once all the dragons arrive, he shakes his head in preparation, then attempts to gather them into his arms one by one. It proves very quickly to be a difficult process, the small dragons quickly slithering out of his grasp as soon as he gets one in his arms.
Obviously someone hasn't mastered the art of dragon collecting yet. ]
[ Cain, who's worked at the cafe for months, is not having nearly so many difficulties. He laughs as he scoops dragons up by the armful, depositing them in his lap. A few of them climb up onto his shoulders and he ignores them, lets them make their way up to his head and perch in his hair, ignoring them.
One drapes around his neck, sniffs, then flops down, evidently content to go right to sleep.
This may have been a bit of a loaded contest from the start... but at least he's willing to offer his opponent some tips. ]
They're not that delicate. You can treat them like cats.
[ If Frederick's learned anything from his adventures today, it's that he's never participating in a contest against Cain ever again. He frowns even deeper, looking almost offended as Cain offers a piece of useful advice. ]
I've never worked with either cats or dragons before.
[ Excuses. But the tip does help, and after another minute, he's actually a got a few dragons situated on his lap, with another curled around his neck and a fifth hanging off his left arm. There's still a few swarming around; presumably with enough time, he'll accumulate a few more.
Really? [ There's genuine surprise in Cain's voice. The dragons are unusual, sure, but... Cats. They get everywhere. Frederick's never even stopped to pet a stray? ] Ah... Then next time, we'll pick something a bit more fair.
[ That's right. Next time. Be afraid, Fred. Be very afraid.
But for now, Cain's satisfied enough, and he lifts his latte. With the heat of the coffee having melted it, the corgi butt jiggles even more wildly. ]
But let's get going. Three... two... one... start!
[ Ah, but Cain's already counting down and reaching for his mug, and Frederick, while hardly one to engage impulsively in every activity he passes by, still has something of a competitive streak in him. Dislodging a few dragons in his panic, he grabs his corgi latte and immediately attempts to down it—only to spit half of it out as the extremely hot liquid scalds his entire tongue.
A few more dragons flutter away, alarmed by the sudden spewing of coffee into the air.
He's definitely losing this duel, no doubt about it. ]
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Date: 2018-04-02 02:42 am (UTC)I'll meet you outside the Wyvernest. Be prepared!
[ Because Cain has a shift there at noon and he's not going to skip out on work! ]
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Date: 2018-04-02 03:49 am (UTC)May I at least have the name of my opponent?
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Date: 2018-04-03 03:01 am (UTC)You may only earn my name upon the field of battle!
But you will know me by the standard I bear!
The three dragons rampant upon a field azure shall mark me.
[ Aka he'll be wearing his dragon cafe uniform. Don't worry buddy, he knows what you look like. ]
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Date: 2018-04-03 12:53 pm (UTC)Very well, tomorrow at noon in front of the Wyvernest. And your weapon of choice?
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Date: 2018-04-04 04:18 am (UTC)There is no one outside the cafe.
Because Cain is inside. In his uniform. Serving customers, because he has work.
But there IS a note taped to the window beside the door, very helpfully! ]
To the challenger, Sir Frederick-
Come inside and sit at Table 3.
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Date: 2018-04-04 12:57 pm (UTC)Regardless, Fred spends some fifteen seconds peering at the note critically, searching for any clues as to the identity of his challenger - he finds none - before following the instructions listed on the note. The door jingles happily as he enters and makes his way to table 3. With some difficulty and numerous apologies to the already seated patrons, it should be added, because he'd opted to dress in full armor, making everything a bit of a tight squeeze.
He sits. Waits. ]
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Date: 2018-04-04 06:52 pm (UTC)Aha, so you weren't too afraid to answer my challenge!
[ And he sets a delicious coffee drink down in front of Frederick. ]
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Date: 2018-04-04 07:20 pm (UTC)But then he hears that voice, and his head whips up in surprise. ]
—You!
[ That man from the walls! Fred never would have guessed. And honestly now he doesn't know how to feel, dueling a man he knows(ish) over Clair's honor. ]
Why did you not simply reveal yourself when asked?
[ He'll get to this weird drink in a minute. ]
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Date: 2018-04-05 04:34 am (UTC)[ Cain sets a second jigglie dog latte down on the table, stows his tray under his arm, and... takes a seat. ]
Besides, as soon as I figured out who you were, I figured you couldn't really be endangering Lady Clair's honor.
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Date: 2018-04-06 07:31 pm (UTC)While I appreciate the sentiment, surely it would have been more efficient to lay everything out beforehand?
[ Fred does love efficiency so. But! If Cain isn't all that worried about Clair's honor, then.... ]
Wait. If I pose no real threat, then why am I still here?
[ Surely they can't still be dueling?? ]
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Date: 2018-04-07 01:48 am (UTC)Because we have to have our duel, of course.
[ Yep.
Cain beams at Frederick, his cheer entirely unscratched by any bit of miffed feelings. Just because there's no real offense doesn't mean he's not going to take the opportunity to have a friendly, exciting duel! Just like a real knight from out of a story!
Even if the weapon of choice is... lattes. ]
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Date: 2018-04-07 10:14 pm (UTC)In here? Surely we cannot hold a duel in here?
[ What of the people? It's dangerous! It never hits him that their weapons of choice might be non-lethal. ]
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Date: 2018-04-08 03:45 am (UTC)[ Cain sets the tray down on the empty chair beside him. He pulls the jiggly corgie latte closer to him. He puts his fingers around the handle of the mug, preparing to lift it, and looks at Frederick expectantly. ]
Well? We can't have our drinking contest if you're not ready to drink.
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Date: 2018-04-09 01:22 am (UTC)[ In the name of the gods, what is this man speaking about? Even after he (poorly) explains the challenge, Fred's left sitting there, blinking owlishly as his gaze flits from the drinks to Cain. ]
I'm afraid I don't understand your meaning. Is the challenge to see who can drink this the fastest?
[ Please enlighten him. ]
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Date: 2018-04-10 04:23 am (UTC)[ Then how, you may wonder, are you to properly judge a latte drinking contest? Have no fear, Cain's here to explain. He holds up a finger to make sure Frederick's paying proper attention. ]
It's whoever can hold the most dragons while drinking their coffee without spilling!
[ Congrats. ]
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Date: 2018-04-10 03:08 pm (UTC)...............................................
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For the most part, Fred likes to think of himself as a sensible man. Not easily shaken, steadfast in his beliefs and his actions. This suggestion, however, defies every expectation he's had until now, and Fred honestly has to wonder if Cain is fully right in the head. ]
Are you certain that's a good idea? Surely the dragons themselves would not consent to such a thing.
[ Also: aren't dragons supposed to be big creatures? He really doesn't like big creatures, don't do this to him. ]
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Date: 2018-04-11 02:34 am (UTC)Miniature-sized dragons flit about, eating treats from patrons' hands. One is even nestled in a customer's lap, its tail flicking as it dreams a dragony dream of fiery destruction rained from above.
And Cain proclaims: ]
We're in the only place in Olympia where we can have such a fantastic duel!
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Date: 2018-04-11 07:11 pm (UTC)Especially when Clair's honor is at stake. ]
Very well. [ With a DEEP INTERNAL SIGH. ] If this is the duel you wish for, then I accept.
[ Straightening in his chair, he looks directly at Cain. ]
From where shall I get the dragons?
[ He already regrets this so much. ]
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Date: 2018-04-12 01:50 am (UTC)[ Don't worry, Fred, he's got everything covered!
Which is why he slams a handful of... dragon treats down onto the table!
Immediately, a dozen of the tiny dragons meandering about in the cafe lift their heads. They sniff at the air.
And then... they swarm. ]
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Date: 2018-04-12 05:55 pm (UTC)The small dragons zoom, mouths all watering at the prospect of delicious goodies, and Frederick can't help but flinch as they zoom over his shoulder, crawl up the table legs, plop themselves on the flat surface and send the lattes shaking.
(Around them, the patrons titter and gasp among themselves, oh so curious as to what might be happening. Surely it'll be a good show, whatever it is!)
Once all the dragons arrive, he shakes his head in preparation, then attempts to gather them into his arms one by one. It proves very quickly to be a difficult process, the small dragons quickly slithering out of his grasp as soon as he gets one in his arms.
Obviously someone hasn't mastered the art of dragon collecting yet. ]
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Date: 2018-04-15 02:10 am (UTC)One drapes around his neck, sniffs, then flops down, evidently content to go right to sleep.
This may have been a bit of a loaded contest from the start... but at least he's willing to offer his opponent some tips. ]
They're not that delicate. You can treat them like cats.
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Date: 2018-04-15 02:30 am (UTC)I've never worked with either cats or dragons before.
[ Excuses. But the tip does help, and after another minute, he's actually a got a few dragons situated on his lap, with another curled around his neck and a fifth hanging off his left arm. There's still a few swarming around; presumably with enough time, he'll accumulate a few more.
Good enough. ]
Shall we get started then?
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Date: 2018-04-15 10:16 pm (UTC)[ That's right. Next time. Be afraid, Fred. Be very afraid.
But for now, Cain's satisfied enough, and he lifts his latte. With the heat of the coffee having melted it, the corgi butt jiggles even more wildly. ]
But let's get going. Three... two... one... start!
[ Bottoms up! ]
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Date: 2018-04-17 12:27 am (UTC)Next time? I bet your par—
[ Ah, but Cain's already counting down and reaching for his mug, and Frederick, while hardly one to engage impulsively in every activity he passes by, still has something of a competitive streak in him. Dislodging a few dragons in his panic, he grabs his corgi latte and immediately attempts to down it—only to spit half of it out as the extremely hot liquid scalds his entire tongue.
A few more dragons flutter away, alarmed by the sudden spewing of coffee into the air.
He's definitely losing this duel, no doubt about it. ]
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