Both Robin and Ishiah are people who find solace in keeping busy. In spite of all the ways their attention has been occupied recently, both have managed to put in more hours at the job, filling every last space of their day with something to keep their hands busy with. Neither necessarily talks the other through a day of long work. Robin has holed himself back in his office, running inventory and drafting up proposals for changes in the running of the restaurant; meanwhile, Ishiah's tasks are more immediate, helping to haul boxes of supplies into Semele's and placing them where needed.
When all of the backlogged work is done, Ishiah finds himself at the bar, slightly restless as he polishes the counter, waiting for the evening to get underway so that he has a higher volume of customers to serve.
After all, not having this job would mean playing a waiting game. Fishing constantly for information isn't always worth it given the level of expended energy, and the likelihood of finding the right sources in the vicinity. There are many different species of vampires in Darrow — there are only two existing beings who are or have been angels at some point in time.
Scouring forty thousand people in hopes of finding a reliable third party source just isn't practical.
He's deep in thought, his expression that of darkly rolling clouds in a stormy day, when he spots a familiar face striding up to the bar.
"Here for a drink?" he asks, trying to relax the tension in his jaw.
When all of the backlogged work is done, Ishiah finds himself at the bar, slightly restless as he polishes the counter, waiting for the evening to get underway so that he has a higher volume of customers to serve.
After all, not having this job would mean playing a waiting game. Fishing constantly for information isn't always worth it given the level of expended energy, and the likelihood of finding the right sources in the vicinity. There are many different species of vampires in Darrow — there are only two existing beings who are or have been angels at some point in time.
Scouring forty thousand people in hopes of finding a reliable third party source just isn't practical.
He's deep in thought, his expression that of darkly rolling clouds in a stormy day, when he spots a familiar face striding up to the bar.
"Here for a drink?" he asks, trying to relax the tension in his jaw.