✦ NERA P. MARTELL ✦
INTERACTIONS: mateus, severin, tascha, seora ✦ LOCATION: florence, oregon
Nera watched as the other witches journeyed up the stairs. She sighed softly, doing her best to calm down. She needed to not let Victoria get to her, but the woman did. She was on her last nerve with the brunette. She brought her hands up to her temples, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers. She took a breath in through her nose, slightly parting her lips to release it after. She opened her eyes, watching Mateus descend the stairs. She straightened up, not wanting to seem unapproachable, as she noticed the tall male head her way.
Once Mateus was on the other side of the counter, Nera listened to him introduce himself and ask about coffee. She was mesmerized by how beautiful this man was and how outrageously tall he was. Granted, he was wearing heels, but she still assumed he was a giant without them. She also wondered if this man before her could give her tips on how to dress confidently. Not that she didn't mind showing skin or anything, but she wanted to show herself off like he did. He had such a confident air around him, it was difficult to not fall in love with him.
When Mateus introduced himself, Nera didn't notice Severin approach. She opened her mouth slightly to respond, but heard a male's voice. She turned towards him, listening to Sev introduce himself. She smiled at him softly, nodding her head in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you. I don't believe coffee has been started yet, but I can get some started."
Nera was about to exit the counter when a redheaded female approached and interjected about coffee. She chuckled at the interjection, and looked the female over. She was rather attractive, but then again, so was everyone here. Another female approached, one with fiery orange hair, making Nera jump to the assumption of her being a fire witch. She hoped that was the case, but didn't mind being proven wrong. She extended her hand, grasped Seora's in her own, and gently shook it. She looked around at the small group, surprised she could amass such a crowd asking for coffee. If she wanted coffee, she could get it started. After all, she needed a shot of something to calm her the fuck down.
"If you want coffee and are willing to wait a couple minutes, follow me. I may be willing to slip some booze in as a thank you for your patience," Nera said, offering all of them a wink. She parted from the counter, guiding the way to the kitchen. She heard Emiko enter the shop, calling for Maris Martell. She would introduce herself to the young witch later. She noticed the female had doughnuts with her. That was a thoughtful gesture. People would probably calm down with some food in their system. After all, she wasn't sure how many had traveled such a distance to be here.
Nera walked to the kitchen, hoping the others would follow, going to the large coffee pot sitting on the counter. She reached above her, opening the cupboard. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach the can of coffee and a filter, but she managed. She settled down on her feet, and went to work. Nera opened the lid to the coffee pot, glancing inside. There wasn't a used coffee filter in there, thank goodness. She wasn't sure how long it would've been since Maris made coffee. That would be awkward having to throw out a used one that had been there for god knows how long. She placed the paper filter in, pushing it down to settle correctly. She backed up slightly, opening the drawer that was level with her stomach. Her slender fingers fished around for a tablespoon before she happened upon one.
Nera removed the spoon from the drawer, bumping it closed with her stomach. Her fingers slipped over the edge of the coffee tin lid, removing it without any difficulties. She dipped the spoon in, glancing at the small crowd. She had a hard time determining how much to make and how strong to make it. She hoped people liked strong coffee, as she began getting spoonfuls of ground of coffee beans and distributing it in the coffee filter. She filled the filter a good amount, setting the spoon on the counter and closing the coffee tin. She put the coffee tin back in the cupboard, closing it. She grabbed the coffee pot, taking it and the spoon to the sink. She filled the pot with water, almost filling it full. She set the spoon in the sink, planning to take care of it later. She walked back to the coffee pot, dumping water in.
Pouring the water into the coffee maker made her nervous. Nera worried about fucking up and spilling water all over the place. She couldn't deny people their coffee and make an ass of herself. She was sure they saw the way she interacted with Victoria. If that woman cost her friendships and a good reputation amongst these people, oh help her god. She was going to commit a damn murder and she was sure she'd get away with it. Then, she'd banish Victoria's ghost to keep it away from her and out of the shop.
Once all water escaped the pot, Nera settled it in its spot below the filter, closing the top. She started the machine, it growing warm almost immediately. She thanked the stars for Maris having a great coffee maker. The woman was a kitchen witch, but she sure knew when it was essential to have modern appliances. Nera walked to another cupboard, taking down four mugs and a shot glass. She set the mugs by the coffee pot, bringing the shot glass with her to the booze cabinet. She set it on the counter as she bent down and opened a cabinet full of Satan's liquid gold.
"If you want some alcohol on the side or in your coffee, let me know. I'm sure we have whatever kind that speaks to your right now," Nera said, smiling as she reached for a bottle of whiskey.
✦ IYRA W. ZIMA ✦
INTERACTIONS: emiko, amelie ✦ LOCATION: florence, oregon
Before Iyra entered the room, he glanced behind him to see if anyone else planned to enter the same room. He noticed there were three twin beds in the room. He wasn't surprised, after all, there were a lot of witches there already. He was sure there would be more. After watching Mateus enter into a different room, he entered the one he stood in the doorway for. The room was a nice room. It wasn't small, but it wans't freakishly large. It seemed there was enough storage space for everyone, as there were little dressers set at the end of each twin bed.
Iyra removed his hand from one of suitcases, bringing his wrist level with his eyes. His watch lit up, showing the time. It was almost three thirty in the afternoon. He had seven minutes to spare, but that probably wasn't enough time to pack away his clothing. He chose a bed on the far right, as a window sat right next to it. He wanted a view of the trees swaying in the wind, if they ever did when storms hit. He placed his suitcases by the small dresser, removing his coat after. The coat wasn't hard to remove, and he gently draped it over the edge of his bed.
Iyra wore a dark blue turtle neck with a pair of black slacks. He wore dark brown oxfords, which he felt tied the look together. He wasn't a fashionista or anything, so if it didn't look like it flowed well, he didn't want someone to tell him. He wouldn't be sure of what to say to them other than smile nervously and chirp an apology in Russian. He slipped his hands in his pants as he slipped out of the room and back downstairs. He noticed a small crowd gathered around the counter, talking to Nera. He brought up his watch, looking at the time. He still had plenty of time, about four minutes.
As Iyra came down the stairs, he heard the shop bell ding. He looked over to the door to see an adorable Japanese woman with doughnuts. He was amazed at how she juggled the two boxes of doughnuts and all of her belongings. He continued down the stairs, watching the interaction between Emiko and Anton. Once Anton left, Amelie took his place. The redheaded man began to wonder if it would be best to settle the doughnut boxes on a surface, to make them easily accessible and allow the young woman to take her belongings upstairs. Iyra approached, a soft smile on his lips.
"I apologise for the intrusion, but I noticed you have large load in arms. Should we place on counter?" Iyra said, offering a hand to Emiko. He hoped the female would allow him to take the boxes and set them on the counter, as there was space to put them there. If Emiko did, he'd gratefully take them and fill her in on what was going on. He'd probably offer to help the female take her luggage up to a room she chose, as it was a lot to take in the little bit of time they were allotted.
