Activity

Arsene noticed when the table was upturned and he smirked. Snatching two pies, the gentleman thief vaulted over the tables, before throwing pies at Alessio and White Hair. Both of them dodge and… were they eating breakfast?

Uh, oh. Sherlock was glaring at him.

Arsene considered making himself scarce, when everything started to, in the best of terms, rewind? Arsene felt himself and everything else get reversed. Tables were returning to their proper place, the food on their cloths was disappearing. All of the guests, who were still present, acted as though they expected this. But what exactly was this? That’s when Arsene noticed that a waiter was holding his hand out, with an orange aura on it.

A power user, possibly a repairing ability.

The food and tables were all back in place, every little detail was fixed. Their attire was clean and repaired to its finest condition.

The waiter was looking at him. Hehe. “Sorry about that, old habits.”

Without the slightest care in the world, the waiter answered. “That’s okay. Last time, it was a crazy Viking and a kleptomaniac who nearly set the room on fire.”

“Wow,” Arsene smirked, “Sounds like you had unique guests.”

“Yes,” the waiter commented without the slightest change in his reserved expression, “Very unique guests, Mr. Lupin.”

They knew his name? “Pardon me, but my name is Mr. Thurston Howell the Third.”

“I know who you people are, Mr. Lupin. Lord Amnesia sends his regards.”

… … …