----Meka: Maj's Place----"An excellent response"
nodded the investigator. He set down his drink, the waitress coming in from the front. He waved her down, "Over here!"
She seemed lost somehow, the way she walked. But she dutifully came over and served them two bowls hot to the touch. Their appearances were hidden by covers, which had a narrow opening at top to let out small amounts of steam and allow the pair to smell the meal just right. The dishes themselves had wave-live patterns painted on them, blue water in spirals upon a pearly whit surface. And that was more then enough. Next to the bowls she placed napkins that matched the china, and silver spoons and forks. On the other side she placed two new cups, filled with what seemed to be green tinted tea. Isaak looked up at her, "Ma'am-" "Maj insists, sir"
she suggested, cutting him off but respectfully. Isaak quieted himself, letting the waitress take away his tea.
She later came back handing them a basket full of freshly baked rolls before heading back to the front so she could help the old man up to work. But before she went away Isaak managed to stall her for a bit, "Ma'am what's your name by any chance?"
he asked. The waitress looked at him oddly, hesitant, "Ima...sir." "No need to call me 'sir' ma'am. Here..."
he took out a silver coin with the image of Naveen Tinker engraved on it and handed it to Ima. "Take this. They say a coin is worth more than the paper. Buy yourself a nice hat, that bandanna does not fit you." "But s-"
Isaak cut her off before she could finish uttering that word, "And send Maj my regards, this food smells wonderful."
Ima looked at him quizzingly, then looked at Jeggred, pausing to stare into his eyes wonderingly. She did this, and finally went back to Maj, clutching onto the silver coin, uncertain.
Isaak lifted the cover of his bowl and breathed in the soup's fumes. What laid before him was mixture of fish, little clams, shrimp, lobsters, and diced squid rings with diced tomatoes and seasoning. The liquid looked that rich, creamy sort of yellow that looked heavenly inviting. Isaak took up a fork and began poking at the shrimp. "Anyways, what you've said is exactly why I want you to see if you can gather something for me. As you know, Meka is not only a gigantic city, but a flying machine. And the thing with machines is that they have certain spots in them that are flawed and the designers are specifically make it so that you don't find out what the flaw and where the flaw is. In order to expose the flaw and incinerate the machinery, one needs to find the original schematics. I think you know where I'm going with this...."
He took a sip from the cup of tea, wincing as his tongue acknowledges that it is hot. Licking his lips a bit he continues, "If you could do this we will provide you with whatever you require in return. All we ask is that you don't expect us to break into the emperor's palace to gather the loot."
There was a rolling of the eyes at this.----Meka: Meka Tribune Company Buliding----
"Hmmrf" grunted the man. It was quite hard to tell what he was thinking but he took the film and twirled between his fingers. He even rattled it against his ears. It seemed he'd forgotten Alimbur for a moment. "Hmmrf" he said again. Next thing you know the editor-in-chief picks up the nearest Resonate Phone, dialing a three digit number, still
not looking at Alimbur. "Secord!" he shouted into the receiver when the line picked up. "Get your lazy ass over here! If you're going to be mixing chemicals all day you might as well put them to good use!" SLAM
Afterwords Mr. Flavious picked the paper back up and returned to reading whatever article had caught his attention before. For a few minutes it seemed that indeed he had completely forgotten about Alimbur's existence until he just so happened to peer up from behind his paper. Catching Alimbur still standing there, he flicked his hand impatiently. "Go on! Get out of here!"----Meka: Radia's Location, The Docks: Up Vendors Lane----
"Stop that man!" cried a policeman as Radia walked along. Perhaps he would've thought the policeman was talking to him, but if he looked towards where the voice was coming from he would see a mouse-like man running in an almost four-legged sprint from a policeman wielding a baton. The man was tanned, and seemed to be a Faelean native, but judging from his clothes had been around a lot. His clothes were torn and ragged, but remarkably durable. It was like he could go years with them on, and still have them on. His fingers were sharp, and long enough to dig a large enough hole to poke one's head through. Radia would notice he was holding a wheel of cheese beneath his coat as the man passed him by, accidentally bumping into him in the process. "After him!" cried the policeman again.----Meka: Hotel----
Nitori's, Mek's and Leon's lunch soon came in, a main course of smoked duck sandwhich
with salad on the side along and some blue cheese. A small roll was provided for each, and the sandwhiches were cut into four triangle like shapes with a circular piece in the middle. These were all placed inside plates made of silver with silver covers. With that they were provided a choice between juice or water which were in separate canisters next to three small silver cups.