"I sur'ly 'hought th' svart'alf'ar w're quit' extinct..."
A Cornish accent snickered, "May th' wonders nev'r cease..."
"What is with you laughing? Who – who is this short guy?"
"I said 'hat," her green eyes faced down the stranger's red eyes, "Sv'art'alf'ar. German for Dark Elf... 'he Drow..."
She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose ready to quote the DD Third Ed. description for the drow...
"I am not that short," Hiraki protested, "Not am I going to prance about making toys for a silly fat man in a red suit..."
The first, the one with the Cornish accent was a nice girl. She seemed between 16 and 22, and had red page-boy hair, "Who are you? What are you? Where am I?"
"I just asked that, kitty-girl," the second said noting the marks under her eyes – they were like whiskers on a cat. The second was teenaged, had short clipped blue hair with a long braid. She was in a very nice military uniform with an armband sporting a hemp leaf.
(Hemp leaf – Green Drug)
"What ev'r necromancy brought me here," the fur belt around her waist started to uncurl, she hated being called an animal...
She also hated to be used by anyone...
"What kind of a monster are you?"
The blue-haired girl let a gold cylinder descend form her arm. She could not mistake the twitching tail on the redhead – and the ears...
Hiraki by now was standing half in shock, half ready for things to get worse – it did when the last girl deposited into her selected chair...
"Yokai!"
The last guest shouted drawing a long scimitar. A boasting laugh, "Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho... I hope you said the correct prayers, for I am going to send you back to King Yenma..."
"I am not a monst'r," the girl with the tail laid back her ears starting to accept both challenges...
"This is my house. Everything in it is mine," Yuuko stood, now in her witch's gown, "If you have forgotten the rules of hospitality, kill each other outside and get arrested for all I care..."
"Arrested?"
The girl with the laser sword glanced at her.
"Who are you?"
The girl pointed the scimitar in Yuuko's direction, i don't care how many you are... oh-ho-ho-ho-ho," she fanned out between each finger yellow ofuda, "I can take you all one-at-a-time, or all at once..."
" Bring it on!"
"Fine with me..."
The girl with the tail started then her eye caught sight of the "house boy," she went over and almost wrapped herself around him, "H'llo, cutie..."
"Um," he blinked at the tail, "H-hell-Hello..."
"You sly, sly, sly fox, you... The tea is served," Abtony placed the tray onto the table, "Lady Yuuko."
"Welcome to my shop," the witch cleared her voice, immediately, all took their seats, "Where all wishes are granted – for a price..."
"Please do have some cake, elegant ladies," he sliced up the first piece for Yuuko, gave a blushing smile, "You can call me Abtony K. Reed, I am age 14, one of the best students at Clamp Campus. By what are you called?"
"I am the Space-Time Witch," the busty woman in the black dress with pennants form her high bun ignored his interruption, "Each of you have a reason for coming here, or you would not be here..."
She faced the fourteen-year-old boy with blue-black hair that matched the blush under his nose, "You want powerful magic. You want to develop your powers to protect this world you love... and protect the ones you care for..."
"Yes," Abtony was ready to slice off part of his hand with the next part of the cake, "And no..."
Hiraki was not pleased by this revelation or the boy's presence here, it did not help the little kid took the cigarette out of his mouth and lectured him about it stunting his growth...
"You, Commander Yon," the witch moved onto the one with the braid and the cybernetic eye, "You are the dog of the military. Charged to recruit errant Clovers or to kill them... You don't want to kill anymore, Yon..."
("Yon" is Japanese for Four. "Suu," heroine of CLOVER, Chinese for Four... Commander Yon, must be from the same world as Suu and Kazuhiko)
"How-how-how do you know that?"
Yon objected with Yuuko's lips inches away form hers.
"Correct, Te Gwystal. Even if that is not your true name, you like that instead of that long one you have," her hand softly caressed the redhead's forehead revealing more marks to match the ones on her cheeks, "Despite your many natures, twisted family tree with good and bad apples, you wish to have a sword..."
"No! No I don't! I shall not dance to your tune," the fluffy perk ear atop her head twitched, "I make my own destiny, a man's fate is 'is own!"
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho... Only a Yokai would say that," the girl with the two buns laughed, "The same bird crying in the rice fields may once have been my mother, the came carp under the mud may once have been my father..."
"Maybe so ... Le Meiling..."
The witch corrected, "Things are only fated if you believe they are – but in other cases, there are no accidents..."
"What is the meaning of this?"
Hiraki put out his cigarette, "You are planning something for all of us, witch..."
"Yes, Feng D. Hiraki," she replied, "I am granting your wishes... by sending you to other worlds... other dimensions..."