Who Alruna. What Alruna arrives on Midgard. Where Metropolis. When December 4th at 10am. Rating G. Status Complete.
It had been a grand total of two hours since Alruna had taken the trip from Asgard to Midgard and she was already wondering what was so great about the place. It was dirty, loud and filled to the brim with people whose hygiene matched that of an unkempt goat. She was tempted to head back to Asgard, but she refused to do such a thing. No way would she go back to Asgard just to have everyone snicker at her for not being able to handle the mortal world. Besides, there had to be something about the place that made her uncle want to protect it, she just needed to find it.
She paused in the middle of the sidewalk and looked around, completely ignoring the angry remarks from the passerby inconvenienced by her. She had no interest in their opinions; all she was interested in was finding some place she actually liked in this city. As she looked, she noticed a group of people come out of a shop with what she assumed were drinks in hand. She recognized the Starbucks sign above the doorway as one she'd seen at least five times since arriving and decided perhaps she should look into it. There wouldn't be so many of the same shops if there wasn't a demand for it which meant the product must be good, right?
Alruna walked into the store, giving only a momentary glance to the other customers seated at the varies tables as she walked up to the counter. She peered into the case that held the muffins and pastries, trying to decipher which item was the least unappealing.
"Welcome to Starbucks! How can I help you?" chirped the girl behind the counter with a smile. Alruna raised an eyebrow, slightly baffled by the woman's behavior. She wasn't used to such cheerfulness being displayed towards her.
"What is this?" she ask the girl, pointing at a danish sitting in the front of the case. The girl peered over so she could get a better look.
"Oh, that's a apple danish," she replied. “Really tasty. Would you like that?”
"Yes, I believe I would." Alruna said with a nod after a moment of pondering. She watched the cashier take the pastry out and tap on some kind of contraption she'd never seen before.
"Okay that will be $2.50." The cashier looked at her expectantly. Alruna was perplexed. What was a two fifty? It took her a couple moments, but she finally realized two fifty must have something to do with payment. She dipped her hand into her pocket and took out a gold piece, placing it on the counter. The cashier looked at the coin, unsure of what to do.
"Um... we can't take that," she finally said.
"Why not?" Alruna asked. "It is payment."
"We don't take, uh, whatever it is that is."
"Nonsense. It is worth more than this two fifty you speak of." Alruna bristled. "You should be pleased with such an amount."
"I'm sorry ma’am but we--"
"Enough of this!" Alruna interrupted, growing agitated. "I won't be bothered any longer." She grabbed the plate and without a second thought teleported away, leaving the cashier baffled by what just happened.
"Aw come on," the girl groaned, picking up the gold piece and analyzing it. "This day is so going to suck."