Eostia Reacting to Fate

And so it begins

The title makes reference to the chapter from when the characters came from.

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With nothing more to say, let's begin.

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Inside of a room that resembled a high class bar there was a man cleaning and polishing a glass of whisky in his hands, making sure that not a single stain remained on it. It could be said that from all the activities that he has to do in his work, washing the dishes was his favorite one, and it was in his own words, "terapeutic"; it allowed him to think calmly and disconnect himself from the world with a simple task.

And to tell the truth, he really needed it. After all, today it wasn't like any other day where he would attend to the clients and organize the schedules and duties of his employees as always. In fact, this was supposed to be one of his two free days of the week. No one else was supposed to come during that time.

Yet, today he has received twelve eleven unexpected visitors that he hadn't known in person but yet he recognized most of them; overall the nine gorgeous women sitting in their respective tables and an old man that had a smile that for some reason was an annoying view for the bartender. Maybe because he knew that the old man was having fun while watching the chaotic situation between the women.

They were separated into three groups. In one table there were two women, one that seemed to be in her early thirties and the other in her mid twenties; both of them have brown skin with long pointy ears; if his suspicions about the situation are correct then they must definitely be dark elves. The younger one with long blond hair tied in a ponytail and with red crimson eyes that were looking at him with killing intent and wearing what could be considered as a lewd attempt of an assassin's attire. Her companion was sitting next to her with a calm and elegant semblant, just like a queen, with long silky black hair and cold brown eyes; about her outfit, it exposed much more skin than the one from the blonde one, but fortunately she was also using a large cape or she could be even more exposed.

The other table also had only two occupants, but unlike the other two that were hostile and showed certain statues these two seemed to be more humble; yet, one of them was a dark elf while the other must be a high elf because of the color of her skin. Both of them were wearing traveling attire, judging by what they considered were their survival bags and the daggers tied on their thighs for self-defense. The high elf had her blond hair tied in a form of a crown that made a great combination with her dark blue eyes, while the dark elf had black hair tied in a braid that was hanging from her right shoulder and violet eyes.

Sitting near to them, there were other two girls despite of also looking beautiful he couldn't say that they have true sex appeal like the previous pair; in fact, they both seemed to be too innocent for that kind of things while also wearing waitresses clothes that couldn't hide too much the lines of their curvaceous bodies. One had vibrant red curly hair that reached her neck with freckles on her cheeks, giving her a childish and cute appearance; the other seemed older than her companion and had short black hair that also reached her neck. They were having a conversation but making sure to not speak too loud while looking at the final table with what the bartender could only guess was nervousness and... admiration? Well, considering the identities of the majority that were there, then it is understandable for them to react like that.

Finally, in the last table, there was the largest group of all of them. Sitting at a round table, the eight of them were looking at the interior of the bar with cautious looks as if they were expecting some kind of surprise attack; maybe considering the situation it can be understandable, no one likes to be kidnapped out of the sudden. In their group was a little girl with short orange hair with copper color eyes examining one of the glasses in which he serves whisky as if it was some kind of rare piece of art with a trace of curiosity that could only come from a child; but even with her childish look she was wearing a quite outrageous and exposing clothes, only if you can even call 'clothes' a simple green cape, leather shoes, high white socks and a piece of metal covering her intimate area. Then there was the Japanese priestess with her lower half almost exposed; short black hair and brown eyes with an indifferent stare, analyzing the room for any clue of where they were. On the opposite side a girl with long pink hair and blue eyes was sitting quietly with a wide smile that for some reason seemed to be distorted. Next, there was the woman with red leather armor with blue short jeans; red short hair and red eyes; and standing behind her, a female knight, considering that she was using what could only be a bad joke of an armor because it was more like a bikini than anything else; with long chestnut hair and hazel eyes; but one characteristic about her that stood out above anything else was her bronze prosthetic arm, that seemed to move like any normal limb. She was looking with fear and anxiety at the final three women.