Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City: Little Shintenchi - Huan's Teahouse

[Tiko]

as written by Tiko

Sun was seated in a small teahouse situated off the corner of one of the nicer streets of Little Shintenchi; though, nicer was a matter of opinion, as it was through money paid to local criminals that kept it nice. Protection rackets were common place around the neighborhood, and often times not optional for many of the small business owners. You either paid up, or you suffered the consequences. Extortion under the guise of protection. Still, as far as places go there were worse ones out there.

The teahouse was modestly small in size, and she was the only customer at the moment which allowed her a sense of peace and quiet away from the busy streets of Little Shintenchi. The shop owner was a friendly old man by the name of Huan, and he had leathery skin, greying hair and a peppered beard. Usually he was keen to gossiping with his customers, but today he was in the back cleaning and she had the front area to herself for now.

The teahouse was on her daily route and she often stopped in to enjoy an early afternoon cup of tea on her way to the Ming Dojo. At the age of twenty-seven she had been running the dojo for three months now, ever since her father's ailing health hadn't permitted him to keep up with it any longer. The Dojo had been in the family for three generations now, and she had been proud to take up the mantle, but sometimes she found herself reminiscing over the possibility of moving to Shintenchi.

It was idle fantasies though. She liked it well enough here, and had no intention of abandoning the family dojo. Still though, she might take a trip out to visit Shintenchi someday.

With thoughts of travel on her mind she finished her tea and put a few bills down on the table for Huan before heading out.

 

[Tiko]

as written by Temple

The door to the male restroom momentarily shook and exuded a purple light from around the cracks of the door before fading. A man stepped out not in either of his usual garbs of antiquity. He wore something more modern that blended him in with others a bit better. A black coat with an over sized hood that shielded his face from view. Beneath that he wore a simple t shirt of a dark grey and a pair of grayish black jeans with tennis shoes. The only abnormality about him that had not been see were his eyes being a pure celestial white. There was no pupil, no iris, just the glowing white of his eyes that the hood and a weave of magic served to hide.

This man, Aeson Maro, made his way to a table to take a seat. He waited for his server to arrive cautiously glancing around at other folk dining, drinking or conversing while he stayed wrapped in his own world. Being new on this planet he assumed it was safe enough to observe from a distance before making any rash moves. There was still quite a bit he wished to accomplish both here and on other planes of existence.

 

[Tiko]

as written by Tiko

As Aeson came out of the bathroom, Huan raised an eye to his arrival. He hadn't seen the man enter through the front door, but neither had he noticed the brief flash of light from the bathroom. His eyes weren't quite what they used to be.

"Won zeneng kenmen hua bangzha nia?"

The old man inquired in the Losenyu tongue. His words translated roughly into an inquiry into how he might help Aeson - provided Aeson was fluent enough in Losenyu to understand him. While many of the younger residents of Little Shintenchi were more than fluent in the Terran tongue, Huan was a first generation immigrant and it wasn't a language he had ever mastered beyond a few words. It wasn't often that he got non-local customers though.

Regardless of whether or not Aeson could speak the tongue, the situation grew substantially more chaotic as the sound of an explosion erupted somewhere in the distance. The noise gave Huan such a start that he dropped the small teacup he was putting into a cupboard and it shattered upon the floor.

He stooped down to pick up the broken pieces of china when the front door opened to the chime of a small bell above it. Filtering into the room was a rather large number of children being waved in by an older boy.

"Mr. Chen! There's a fire down by the Dojo. Ming Sensei said to bring the children here," the elder boy, Kang, explained. Like Huan, he spoke in the Losenyu tongue. "Can we use your phone to call our parents?"

"Yes, yes, bring them in," Huan answered as he gestured for them to get inside.

He set the broken pieces of china down and picked up the receiver of the shop phone to start making phone calls. Aeson it would seem had been forgotten for the time being.

 

[Tiko]

as written by Temple

Aeson at first stared at the old man not wishing to try communicate in anyway possible for the process would just vex him. Though momentarily later there were children running in which drew attention from him. He did not understand the language they spoke and simply saw this as his time to leave which he did promptly slipping out the door before it shut as the last child entered.