The Kitchen

"Hello Francis." she replied in sign to the deaf-mute Chef Francis Hollowell who was preparing dinner, for it was the afternoon. "This is Alastor Grey, he's my bodyguard." she said and signed, then turned to Alastor with a grin. "This is Chef Francis Hollowell, he's a five star chef to be exact. If your ever hungry-dont mind asking him on paper or in sign-if you know how to." she replied. "Are you hungry?" she asked, she did not mind taking a break if he wanted to-but she would move the tour along if he wished otherwise, she herself not that hungry.

"I'm good for now."

She nodded and waved good bye to Francis.

TOM appeared shortly after leaving Alastor adrift in the Scardian Ocean, he debated sending his motorcycle out in open sea too-but found his butler duties too consuming to act upon the feeble idea of the prank. He was aiding the chef with the preparations of the food and waltzed around the kitchen in elegance.

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Emi kicked the door open to the kitchen, sweeping the room with the obtained assault rifle from the foyer. The place was... ransacked, and there was no sign of the little shit anywhere, thankfully. She closed her eyes, her back hitting the wall of the kitchen beside the door way with a sigh of relief. "Exhausted of my mana, forced to utilize such barbaric weaponry of man while that little bounty hunter monster could be anywhere in this building... Gods, do not make this humble servant into another statistic..." She gasped, wiping her brow. For all she knew, Lady Renston was dead, possibly like Myiko and the rest of the security detail and the bastard left. Another part of her felt like the little demon in disguise was still roaming the halls... or was watching her, waiting for her to let down her guard so he can enjoy a final kick for laughs before completing his mission to apparently obliterate the Renston grounds of mortal life.

She reopened her eyes, raising her weapon at the open pantry door... food stuffs were all over the floor including condiments and other such materials. They looked encrusted, as if left for weeks, and half expected roaches scurrying about but... there was nothing in this house left alive it seemed. Cautiously, she walked towards the pantry, limping slightly, rifle stock against her shoulder as she uses the barrel to fully swing the pantry door open...

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