Mission Log Two

My new apartment, Imperium Mall. October 15 2016. 1:32 pm.

I woke, not to the sound of the birds, but to the sound of faint screams. Instinctively I reach for my gun on the nightstand next to me. I should probably hide that just in case someone decides to snoop. It takes a little for my mind to collect itself. I remember where I am and my guard is lowered slightly, yet not completely. The hair on the back of my neck stands up when I hear a loud, TWANG! My gun is raised completely and I race to the door, leaning against it I listen to the conversation on the other side. My ears have grown keen to hearing whispers behind doors from my years in this line of work, but my skills are not needed for poking about this conversation. I could hear the voice of a young man, somehow familiar. The only reasonable conclusion I could find was that I must have heard the man speak the night before. His voice sounded too deep and scratchy to be from either the Italian or the Dane I had met at least semi-formally, and the immature speech patterns suggest that he could not be the German. Though he had a similar accent. Slowly I crack open the door to see the same albino man from earlier, talking with a yellow bird. If I had thought he sounded familiar then I certainly knew I had seen him elsewhere.

"It's so unfair Gilbird I shouldn't have to do this, this is garbage, stupid Vati." The man said. That's when I placed it I know where I know him from! I've arrested him at least three times, but he's been arrested by Ivan at least ten times. I don't think he's always actually guilty, just Ivan hates him. With a heavy sigh I turn to leave, honestly I don't want to know what those screams were. Unfortunately he heard me and starts walking towards my door, it's too early to deal with his antics. I reach to close the door behind me, but he makes a grab for it right as it closes. The door the slams on his fingers. Hearing a yelp, and feeling sorry for him, plus realizing I won't be able to avoid him for forever, I open the door. On his head he's sporting a giant bump as well as a bird, and he's nursing his crushed fingers. Guilt washes over me it's not like I meant to hurt. At first I rushed to nurse the man's wounds but then remembered the gun in my hand. I made sure I stored it in the back of my pajama pants before helping him.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to slam your fingers in the door, I didn't realize you would reach out."

"Detective Rolintis? Oh wow, Liz must have hit me harder than I originally thought." Damn, he remembers me, he could jeopardize my mission. I glance around quickly to see if anyone had heard me, luckily he seemed to understand. "Oh, I get it you're under cover don't worry my lips are sealed, for a price." He said with his signature smirk.

Rolling my eyes if this mission wasn't so important I would just have him arrested, but I can't risk that. "Name it." That damned albino smirked again, he's so annoying.

"I'll figure it out later, I'm guessing whatever case you're working is pretty important for them to send you here of all places." And with that he walked away leaving me in a state of confusion. What could he possibly want, and owing Gilbert one isn't something I will enjoy. Sighing I head into my room as the sun starts to rise, great I'll be tired all day at work.


I placed my gun in the bedside table carefully, when the drawer was shut, I looked around my new apartment. It's very small, while still managing to be liveable. I had managed to set most of the living area up last night before bed. I still had a few kitchen and bathroom supplies that needed unboxing, but that could wait until today's shift was over. Mathias had somehow managed to trek up the stairs over and over again. He had helped me move in. The two room apartment was about the size of what would be a closet in my old one. The living room and bedroom were the same thing, with a small corner where the kitchen was. The only thing that was technically it's own room was the bathroom, which barely had standing room between the toilet, sink, and shower.

Once dressed, I cautiously took the trial that is the stairs once again. How the inhabitants of the building could do with such ease, I have no idea. Though reaching the bottom wasn't the real problem. It was finding my new place of hirement, the Kava Cup. Upon reading the name I was hoping for some Lithuanian background, considering that Kava, in my home language, means Coffee.

After some consideration I decided to head to the front of the store and start from there. The search did not take long. I wasn't even to the door when I found it. I stared at the fancy lettering above the entryway for a few meager seconds before entry.

Inside smelled like chocolate, coffee, caramel, cinnamon, and vague nutmeg. When gazing around the room, I felt at home, at ease. The curtains and the windows were drawn, allowing warm early sunlight to flicker through them. There were a few people seated in the shop. Some with company, others clicking away at their laptops. One woman was sitting in the corner, a thick novel in her hands. Her hair was short, and a bright golden in the sun. Her eyes were so green I could see them from where I was standing, her gaze fixated on the words in front of her. She was wearing a long black and white dress that had bright flower print around the edges. It fit her thin frame nicely. Suddenly I had the strongest urge to go and talk to her. Before I could stop my feet were moving in her direction. I could see her figure drawing closer and closer. She glanced up at me, in what appeared to be slow motion. For a split second our eyes met. And... CRASH.

Our short interlude was cut off by a small boy with slightly curly hair and, oddly, violet eyes, falling down at my feet. He was wearing a white, button up shirt and a black apron around his waist. All around him were the broken bits of white plates and mugs that must have fallen when he did. He, at first, appeared to be dizzy, then his eyes seemed to focus and the first thing he looked at, instead of my face, were my shoes. "Those are some ugly shoes." He said, I felt my face warm up from embarrassment. I looked up at the green eyed woman to see her giggle. A light jingling sound that filled my ears joyously. I looked back down at the kid, still at my feet. I reached out my hand for him to grab, he took it. "I'm sorry." he said. He started to brush bits and pieces off of his clothing. It was then I noticed a bit of blood on his arm. "Are you alright? You're bleeding." I said. The boy lifted his arm and saw the bit of blood running down it. "I-it's okay. I will just get Yao or someone to look at it." his voice was also accented. It sounded, close to home. He stopped for a second. "Just don't tell Anya. She gets weird with blood.

The mention of Anya takes me back to the discussion I had with Ludwig yesterday. He told me some odd things about this place. And Anya certainly sounds like one of those odd things. I'll add her to the suspect list.

That's when I noticed a couple sets of footsteps running down a stairway I hadn't noticed dangling ominously there before. I look up at the source to see there was a loft above the kitchen. From what I could see, it appeared to be a staff room. Protruding from the floor was a black spiral stairway, and running down were two guys around my age. One had longer brown hair, while the other had cropped blond hair, he was also wearing a different uniform than the kid and the brunet. Maybe he doesn't work hear.

"Raivis!" The brunet called. I realized he must have been talking to the small boy. He ran up to him and lifted his arm. "Be careful." He said, "Blood never comes out of white. " He then led the boy to the blonde and the blonde continued to lead the boy behind the counter, away from the rest of the cafe. It was then that the brunet turned towards me, as if just realizing I was there. "You must be the new girl. I'm Toris, welcome to the Cafe. I apologize if Raivis said anything rude." He smiled at me.

"Excuse me, but do you happen to be Lithuanian." I asked him. He eyed me up and down then said,

"Yes. How could you tell?" I laughed a friendly, laugh. "I am Lithuanian myself." His eyes grew wider in shock.

"Really? I never would have guessed, you have nearly no accent." He said.

"I have lived here for quite a while." I replied

He motioned for me to come forward. "Come here, let's get you in uniform." Toris turned to walk back up the stairway. Before I went after him I looked over to wear the blonde woman was sitting to she that she had disappeared. Alarmed, I looked around the room hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but no such luck. She must have left. With a sigh I turned and walked up the stairs.

"Today is actually a slow day so there's no need for you to be here, but I'm sure America or someone else needs help. Plus you are new here so it would be best for you to go around and meet everyone. As long as you do some work you'll still make money, you'll just have to tell Switzerland your hours. This loft area is kind of a break are for employees. By the way the people down there were Raivis and Eduard. I apologize again for Raivis, he doesn't know when to hold his tongue." He started rambling on while looking through a closet. "Ah-ha, found it here this signifies that you work at the cafe. Oh your name, you never told me it." By the end of his chatter I'm left with a million

"Um, my name is Daina. Who is America and who's Switzerland? Why do people need to know I work at the cafe, won't I be here?" I asked confusion obvious. He chuckled at my questions.

"Oh yes, I forgot you probably have never worked in a place like this. Well we refer to each other by the country we originated from, for reasons regarding them having a possible bounty on their head. America's real name is actually Alfred, and Switzerland is Vash. Don't worry you'll pick up everything quickly. And for the working at other shops thing, well you see when some shops are empty, the employees can go to other shops that are more busy, I think it's a good system. That's why Eduard was wearing a different uniform, he is the IT guy, and I think he's a web designer. I don't really know I'm kind of useless at computers." Toris explained, cheerily, I like him, he seems like a nice guy. The bounty thing was unusual, I should definitely question Toris, he seems to know a lot.

"What do you mean by bounty, and you don't call Raivis or Eduard by country names?" I ask hoping he can tell me exactly what I need.

"Forget I said bounty, it's more of a secret code kinda thing. Raivis and Eduard are Latvia and Estonia respectively, but we are close friends so I call them by their names. Some insist that they are called by their country names, others don't really care." He replied again, he caught himself, annoyingly, and didn't answer the question I wanted him to. He looked nervous, he knows something, maybe he's an accomplice. "Oh you, best be going I'm sure you'll want to meet everyone else." Toris said rushing me down the stairs and out the door. What did I get myself into.


Hello everyone, this is our first part to the second chapter, we will continue on in the next part. Sorry this update is a little late, I lost access to the internet, and had to finish this during class. Also this won't stay in Daina's POV. And rules will be included throughout the next chapter.

-Izzy