A tall man walked in through the cafe's enterance, standing a good 6 foot, 6 inches tall. His hair was a dirty, drab black-and-brown color. His features were angular, and nowhere near subtle. In his right hand, he carefully balanced a wooden handle, lavishly decorated, which was hinged by iron fittings to a violin case. It was shaped quite normally for such an instrument's case, but it was of stunning design - it had a blackened copper center, with a slight petina to it, which twisted and curved in a stylish design, and ending with an emulation of the Fleur de Lis at the base. The rest was beautifully carved wood, showing the subtle, graceful signs of age, and fitted with more copper fittings. Every bit of copper had lettering which could be considered ancient inscribed on it, nearly impossible to make out. In fact, there were rumors about the family that it was from days where the people of Old Earth would consider it old. As such, it was passed closely among the family - it was literally the most valuable thing he, or most other people, would ever touch. The other notable thing about his figure was a short swordcover strapped to his side. One could see that it's hilt was only slightly stylized, and rounded - it appeared to be a word resembling a Foil, only shorter. He wasn't nobility, but he enjoyed having the sword, just for the image it made...and the fact that he could pull it out within seconds. Much more convenient than a gun, in his mind.
He was followed by a shorter woman, in a flowing, knee-length, strapless dress, blue in color. She was blonde, herself, and had slightly fuller features than the man, and carried her gait a bit higher, a bit longer. She held a hand onto the man's free hand, carrying it deliberately, yet loosely. She had a slight smirk on her face, and seemed to aimlessly look around as they walked towards the serving bar,
As the man began to pass by the tables, a few sets of eyes turned to him. God, how he hated this part. The Lieutenant was known to be an odd man, both in looks and demeanor, but they didn't need to make a damn spectacle out of it every time he wanted to relax with his wife. As he came upon a chair, lifted higher to meet the serving bar, he tapped a bell, bringing an attendant opposite to him. An odd look came upon the attendant's face, prompting the Lieutenant to sigh a bit, looking over to his wife.
"Leiutenant Perrot...a plea-"
Perrot put up a finger, prompting the attendant to be quiet.
"Please stop, mon ami . A black coffee for me, and and straight black for Lillian."
The attendant glanced around, and then walked away, calling back. "Right away, Lieutenant."
He clenched his hand to Lillian's a bit more. She flipped her eyes up to meet his. "Simon, dont worry." She said, smiling. "It'll be fine."
He nodded, and looked around again. He fingered the violin case, absent-mindedly.
Soon, their coffee came, served in two plain porcelain cups, each with it's own plate to carry it. He carried it in the same way that he carried the violin case, lightly slipping it into his lips. "Well, shall I begin playing?" He asked, in between two sips. Lillian nodded to him, sipping her own coffee.
With that, he opened his case, flipping a set of archaic latches, and revealing a beautiful, polished, darkly-colored violin. , with a bow laid next to it. The violin itslef was hand crafted, beautifully made. There was the same kind of lettering as on the case inscribed into it's wood, forming patterns into it. The bow itself had a decorated, wooden base, formed accurately, with a long wooden piece of the same color as the violin, and a metal tip similar to the handle. You could tell that the strings of the violin, and the fibers of the bow, had long been replaced by synthetic fibers.
he pulled the violin up, resting it on his chin and shoulder, and brought the bow up. He pulled up his hand, and began to play...