Information

Denafi
Legacy Name: Denafi

The

Sun Antlephore
Owner:

Zippy_Ferret

Age: 11 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 13th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 24th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 17
Strength: 23
Defense: 22
Speed: 23
Health: 22
HP: 19/22
Intelligence: 36
Books Read: 35
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Manager

I am a writer, but now more like an accountant or a scribe, as I record the exploits of my employer, Mr. Kanimir.

2/24
The Graymalkin Storekeeper requested we retrieve:
1 "Jar of Dirt"
1 container of "Love Spice"
from an abandoned shack owned by a former associate

Sandalphlon, a spectrum sheeta, sits at one of the bars in the Cold Creek Casino. It is currently noon.

Sand: *sips on gin and tonic using one hand, and scribbles in notebook using the other; surveys people on slot machines*

The front doors open, and Kanimir and his newly-hired “assistant”, Denafi, enter the establishment.

Kan: [to Denafi] I’m going to go talk business.

Denafi: ...What should I do?

Kan: [shrugs and leaves]

Sand: Hm. *scribbles faster*

Denafi watches her employer leave, then looks around the grand building. She stares down at herself, feeling out of place wearing her beaten leather jacket and jeans. She gives the room a quick glance again, but notices the bar this time. She seats herself down and orders a shot of whiskey.

Denafi: Any brand. Don’t care.

Sandalphlon and Denafi sit with one stool in between them.

Sand: *appraises the new drinker* What, not a Cosmopolitan?

Denafi: *pauses, unsure if she was being spoken to. She slowly turns to face Sand*

Sand: *nods towards the drink being handed to her* I wouldn’t call that an afternoon drink.

Denafi: *considers his statement* It’s not quite after noon. *looks around the bar* I wouldn’t say I have a refined palette either.

Sand: *fishes out the lime in his drink, and sucks on it thoughtfully; looks off into space, but with obvious thought behind his piercing eyes* A redhead drinker, eh? And a harsh one at that. *writes in notebook* Bartender. *while writing, shakes his glass, only containing a few ice cubes and a meatless lime slice*

Bartender: Extra this time, sir?

Sand: *glances up and smiles* I have to get my daily fruit somehow.

Denafi: *eyes Sand’s notebook curiously* What’re you writing?

Sand: Mm...*ponders, and then directs his questions to her* Snarky or honest? Words or content? *flicks his pen towards her* Drinker, redhead, inquisitive. Perfect. *writes*

Denafi: *raises an eyebrow, angles her head and smiles a bit, incredulous* Honest. Both. And are you really adding me into...this? *gestures around the notebook; her whiskey finally arrives and she shoots it down*

Sand: It seems you are perceptive enough to not need me. And it is as it appears. That’s what people always forget. *taps notebook* These are my notes, and now you are in them. *smiles* I don’t normally ask permission...*accepts drink from bartender, a gin and tonic with 3 lime slices* Infamy through a book. Do you mind that, Miss...? *while looking at her, stabs a lime slice with a plastic toothpick*

Denafi: I don’t mind at all. I suppose I should be flattered to be included in your life sketches. My name’s Denafi. *looks at her empty glass, and is about to order when --*

Sand: *sees her empty glass and gestures to bartender; chews on lime slice, sucking on it* How am I supposed to come up with something more original than that? *suddenly looks surprised, eyebrows raised and eyes somewhat wide* Should we shake hands?

Denafi: *laughs a little, amused, and offers her hand* I don’t know if we should or not, but we can, Mr...?

Sand: At this point, *puts lime back in glass, and reaches out hand after rubbing it with a napkin* truth wavers. My name, or who I am to people?

Denafi: Whichever you prefer me to know you as. * shakes his and then drinks another shot*Sand: *after shaking hand, wipes it off on napkin again* I’ll let you decide. Am I Sandaphlon the watchful, or the ever-prurient Chandler Lakes? *tips glass towards her and then sips*

Denafi: *cocks her head, squints as if studying him, but is still smiling* Hm. It might take me some time before I can determine that. I do like the idea of calling you Sandy, though.

Sand: *shocked* Sandy is a girl’s name.

Denafi: There probably is a girl out there named Sandy. Maybe several.

Sand: Well, Miss Denafi, it shall be your sobriquet for me. *writes a short note* But it will take...time to get used to it. How will that bode? *somewhat eagerly looks at Denafi*

Denafi: It will bode well, Sandy.

Sand: *chews on lime, thoughtful* Miss Denafi, you seem to know something I don’t. *smiles, glances at stairwell, and smile vanishes* When--how--will I be seeing your sublimity again? *swallows rest of drink*

Denafi: That I don’t know. *looks around the casino again* Unless you’re a regular here. My job will bring me around here often.

Sand: Then a meeting will occur inevitably. *begins to get off stool* Unless you want to go for some bitter coffee in a stranger’s convertible? I don’t know how well you hold *motions towards her empty drink* And girls like that sort of thing.

Denafi: *holds her smile, but rolls her eyes a bit* Maybe they do. As enticing as your offer is, I do have to stay here. That work I mentioned...

Sand: *looks towards stairs again, then mutters something*

Three people approach the two drinkers.

Shaelo: Sandalphlon. *Shaelo speaks his name curtly, and nods her head towards him* You know I dislike you speaking with my guests. Drink my drink, but not their time, nor mine.

Sand: Mz Taimai. *he draws out the “z”* Always a pleazzure.

Kan: Ah, Ms. Taima, that is actually my new assistant, Denafi.

Denafi: *drops her smile and tries to appear more professional* He was not bothering me, ma’am. We were having a nice chat, actually.

Shaelo: *addressing Kan, but looking at Sandalphlon* All the more reason not to speak with her. *jarringly switches tones to speak to Denafi* And I trust you make a lovely companion,

Denafi. *extends a meticulously cared for clawed hand from an elegant sleeve*

Denafi: *shakes Shaelo’s hand* I hope my services will be useful to Mr. Kanimir, and by extension yourself, ma’am.

Sand: *glares back, then looks pleased with himself as Denafi speaks up*

Shaelo: *smiles softly, and nods* Invaluable services, as always. If you have any questions, do please contact me. Curiosity may be assuaged for those worthy. *glances at Sand and raises an eyebrow*

Sand: *chomps on lime*

Shaelo: Keep in mind your newest assignment. I will see you at the end of the week. *nods to

Kanimir*

Denafi: I will do my best to ensure Mr. Kanimir does not fail you, ma’am.

Kan: *snorts* We should be on our way then. Always a pleasure, Ms. Taima. *pats Denafi and the shoulder*

Denafi: *slides off her stool*

Shaelo: *smiles, turns, and walks away, accompanied by a large Dillema*

Denafi: I’ll see you around, Sandy.

Sand: *stops munching; bows slightly and smiles* Don’t do anything unnatural.

Kan: *interjects himself into the conversation* No promises there.

Sand: *looks Kan up and down* Meeting with Mz Taima in private? *starts to dig into pockets*

Kan: *give Sandalphon an odd look* It wouldn’t be very smart to conduct business out on the casino floor.

Sand: Verily, but a good point. *takes out wallet, puts a 50,000 sP on the counter* Your company flattered both me and my alias. *looks around, grabs napkin, wipes hands, reaches out one hand to Denafi*

Denafi: *glances at Sandalphlon’s hand and takes it*

Sand: *maneuvers his own hand to take her fingers in his, with his hand underneath; bends down, glances up tentatively, and lightly kisses her hand; lets go* My hope still stands. *grabs his notebook, nods at both of them, and starts walking towards entrance* *Denafi laughs, then she and Kan leave through a back exit*