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It was Christmas Day in Izlude. Everyone got their stuff back, and in one particular part of the city, the festive mood is in full swing. A simple 2 story home, it had a good sized yard, and for the money the family was putting into it, quite decent. Right now, sounds of celebration could be heard from the high-fenced yard. Inside were a few tables filled with food and people eating said food. An old man with white hair entertained a few guests, while the door leading into the house would open, as an older woman followed by a few younger ones came out, carrying platters of food.
All the while, watching the grill that was located in the corner of the yard, stood Kaplan. Wearing an Apron, he merely supervised the food, while, standing on a stool, was a baby savage, a bow tied around its middle. Kaplan snuck bits and pieces of grilled vegetables to the baby savage's mouth, which accepted it happily. At Kaplan's side, laid a baby desert wolf, bored looking, the thing merely watched the others, as well as its siblings, playing on the other side of the yard, amusing a few children.
This was Christmas Day in the Scharfshutze household.
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Hazumu was standing right in front of the building which, according to her research, was the one she looked for.
She stared at the door for a good five minutes now, but apparently the door in question was completely immune to telekinesis and didn't show any signs of willing to open itself.
The girl shrugged which resulted in two heaps of snow falling off from her shoulders. It indeed was snowing; good thing she decided to wear her raincoat today. She looked at the door again, a bit hesitantly, knocked, and pulled the knob.
She entered the building with a "Anyone home?.." question - a pity nobody could hear it if they were not in close vicinity of the speaker. But alas, Hazumu was in an unfamiliar place. But it was quite warm inside. She knocked at the door from inside, "Hello?.." - and noticed an open door. Apparently, it was the kitchen. She looked inside, hiding behind the door entrance though, and there - finally - were people, cooking different stuff. "Excuse me... Is it Mr. Kaplan Scharfshutze's place?.."
Apparently, nobody here would suspect her of being a commander-in-chief for a private almost-military organization like Strongwill Security. Just a shy girl. Middle school, anyone?
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One of the people inside would notice her. Mainly because he was preparing a salad near the entrance.
"Kaplan? Oh, Kepi. Yeah, this is his place. You looking for Kep, he's out back, manning the grill." The guy said, and continued to shred various greens and mixing it. The Kitchen seemed to be in a battle with the elements. A large stove and oven kept half of it warm, while an open door leading outside brought in cold.
Coming from the outside, would be voices, laughter, stuff you'd hear in a family outing. There would be a canopy covering the picnic tables outside, a few portable heaters being maintained by little children with scraps of wood.
Yep, friendly environment. If only the shy girl would introduce herself.
"Who are you anyways?" The guy who told her where Kaplan was would ask, having finished the salad and now apparently heading outside.
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Kaplan handed the platter of food to another passing guest, before heading to Hazumu's direction. The Baby desert wolf went ahead, and started at Hazumu. He barked once, and sat, tail wagging. He seemed to think she wasn't much of a threat.
"Just what the hell you're doing you old hag." Kaplan said in a hushed tone. He playfully hit his mom's head and started at Hazumu.
"If you haven't figured, this is my crazy mom. The one who does things on impulse. Mom, this is Hazumu, a friend from the war."
"I was expecting her to be close to your height. Not some young girl. We didn't raise you to be someone like that!" Kaplan's mom said, loud enough that Hazumu can hear it as well. Poor Kepi. He started to grow red and started to stammer.
"But...she's...I...I..."
"Make sense Kepi. Or else you sleep with the puppies tonight."
"You can't evict me out of my own home mom." Kaplan said, regaining his wits.
"Yes I can. Last I remember, I kicked your ass. You weak long range brat."
"Mom! We have a guest." Kaplan said, fully annoyed now at his mom.
"What, you using her as an excuse now?" She glared at the still red Kaplan, before doing an about face and presenting a smile. "Hello there, you must be the girl Kaplan keeps talking about in his war stories. I'm Isana. You can call me Ana. Welcome to our annual Christmas Party."
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