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Started December 01, 2019 by @The_Painted_Wings groupDMs open!

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(I guess I'll have my character go to a party after her interaction with Vozreal?)

Putting on a show was what Amafrey was born to do. Masked by a delicate white masquerade mask, only her pupils were seen through the shadows of her eyes, glowing a light neon blue.
"Come one! Come all! To see the Amazing Ammie!" Her voice along with a little bit of magic made it so she sounded like speaking through a megaphone. Already a few people were cluttering around her as she started performing tricks–disappearing and reappearing behind another person, dancing with magical sparks that she created, and creating an illusory reflection of herself in a mirror that acted on its own!

Alas, that was back then. Now, the "Amazing Ammie" was working at a dead-end job with hours that no one, not even an idiot, wanted to accept. Oh, and one more thing changed–Amafrey no longer looked the way she did before. The only thing that remained was the semi-cracked mask covering her eyes, worn with age. She wasn't human, but she was still mortal, and because of that, she looked like absolute shit when she was walking to her decent apartment from 10 hours of work and no coffee rush.
Focusing on the cracks in the sidewalk and lost in thought, Ammie almost ran into the man that stood towering over her.
"'Scuse me," the overworked woman tried to walk around the man in an unintentional rude manner.

"Hello there, ma'am! I'm Vozreal! What's your name, my dear?" He said, bending over in an 90 degree angle. He sounds like an 1930' radio.

(AND the Megalovania song is playing in my head.)

(Good.)

"Huh?" She hadn't expected a response, moreover just a nod or something. Well, this is something, Am. "Oh, I'm Amafrey. Amafrey Lore, if we're doing last names. Are you-" Amafrey looked the man over. "Yep. Definitely trying to sell me something. Whatever it may be, I most likely don't have the time for it."

"Sell? I don't need to sell anything! Would you like to go get coffee with me?"

(Because I forgot to say, Am is wearing a light grey shawl over a dark green shirt and stained/scuffed blue jeans.)

"I-You know what? Screw it, what the hell? You know a place? I don't get out often enough anymore." Amafrey reached her arms back in a stretch, yawning. "You are a full head taller than me, damn. Don't know where that gene came from, but I bet you kill at basketball."

"What's basketball?" He asked, confused.
"Anyways, follow me!"
They went to a place with coffee that kept you up for hours.

Alexis stood behind the counter, leaning on it while looking at her phone. Most of the customers already had their orders, and others, well they were just talking to whoever was sitting with them. Alexandra didn't really understand why people even came to this coffee shop. In her opinion, the coffee was crap, though it did keep you up for hours and most of the people who frequented the coffee shop were students. So, maybe the students were the reason the coffee shop was still up and running.

"Hello, Ma'am!" Vozreal said to the cashier. He was a very good customer.

Sitting in a booth, Amafrey crossed her arms with a knowing smirk.
"Ohhhh, you're not from here are you? Gotcha. I'm a changeling. Used to use that to my advantage about a decade ago, but I haven't seen the point of being able to mimic appearances, you know?" Ammie shook her head. "Nevermind about that. Why are you-" she pointed at Vozreal, moving her index finger up and down, "you? If that makes sense."
"Um," Am looked towards the waitress, waiting for her to come but to no avail, "excuse us?"

"Oh, I came from Tartarus! I'm an deal making monster, who can also enter Dreams! I also can shapeshift, but that's not important!"

"Oh well that makes my day that much better, doesn't it! Don't be telling me I have to sell my soul or whatever to get a cup of coffee here." Ammie sighed, burrowing most of her face into her hands, her frizzy dark brown hair covering the rest of the woman's face.
Not selling anything–sure! That seemed totally rational!

"I don't deal in souls. Too cheap."

A shy looking human walked into the cafe. She was small, with black short hair and pale green eyes that lacked pupils, meaning she was blind.

Am looked up at Voz, her hand clearing some of her hair from her sight. From behind her mask, one could see that her pupils thinned into a scowl. "I don't know if I should be glad or frightened, if I'm honest with you." Ammie shrugged. "So what's your business here?"

The waitress walked over to them with a way to cheerful smile. Either she was happy to be there, which was highly unlikely or it was fake. "Welcome to Lava Java Café. What would you like to order today?" She said as she puts the menus down on the table.

"My business? I live here!" Vozreal said, ordering.