Just my Luck [Omino]

Murphy tried to relax but found himself still uncomfortable with the idea of using his powers on someone who was just trying to get through the day. He stole another glance at the young woman when the power failed and everything went wrong for the poor girl.

As if dictated by Rube Goldberg himself, she managed to not only lose her progress on whatever she was working on, but proceeded to ruin her computer, spill the entire contents of her purse, and as Murphy rose to try to help her had tumbled into him, sending them both crashing down upon a table covered in dirty dishes and glassware.

Instinctively he'd wrapped his arms around her rather than attempt to protect himself from the shards of ceramic and glass showering them and his face stung as sharp slivers sliced along his face and cheeks. Nothing permanent, but it'd sting like hell for a while. Coupled with the sudden flash of white when his head connected with the tile flooring he lay there a few moments before trying to move again.

Dazedly he glanced down at the student, who had just begun sobbing into his jacket, probably overworked and overwhelmed by the sudden escalation of her already shitty day.

"Hey there miss, it's alright. I've got ya." he muttered soothingly, hands stroking through her hair like a parent comforting a child. "You're gonna be alright miss, just breathe. You're safe."

He managed to sit up after a couple of false starts and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a bright blue handkerchief that clashed horribly with his jacket and offered it to her. "Here, take a moment. Don't worry about moving yet. Take it slow, are you injured?" She seemed alright, just shaken and probably horribly depressed after this turn of events.

He glanced up at Yoka, unsure of why she was smiling. He'd just ruined someone's day, possibly semester depending on whether or not she could recover the paper. Surely she had some way to make this into a positive situation, she wouldn't just have him inflict this pain onto someone else for fun...right?

@"ReD"

Murphy cursed inwardly. He'd seen the girl on her laptop, he'd seen how tired and frantic she was, he should have known better than to risk any sort of interference and now he may have just ruined someone's life because of it... god damn it.

He glanced up and palmed Yoka's card, giving an appreciative nod. "Well, there is a silver lining to all of this. A... friend of mine is looking to expand her business, a company called..." he looked at the card, "the Crossed Fox. I could put in a word for you and I'm sure you could do well there." He'd never heard of the business but damn if that was going to keep him from trying to help her.

It was then that he became aware of a sort of hush falling over the people around them. A few of them began chuckling quietly and shaking their heads. Had he done something wrong?

Glancing down at the woman she seemed to have composed herself and was staring at the card, then him, then back to the card as her cheeks flushed. She pocketed the card, gathered her things and rushed out of the restaurant without another word.

Well, that could have gone better. "What the hell did I do this time?" Murphy wondered aloud.

@"ReD"

Murhphy settled into his seat and toyed with the cup thoughtfully. An internship, now there was an interesting idea. He could certainly use the work experience and Yoka's ample experience with the business practices and politics of the island could prove greatly beneficial to his future career.

He frowned down at his drink as a thought followed quickly on the heels of that one; she was obviously a competent businesswoman who commanded not a significant suite of abilities both mundane and mystic but also a level of insight that had kept her going for, if her words were to be believed, hundreds of years. So why would someone with that much going for them offer a position to he who was openly a focal point for bad luck? He realized he'd been staring at her for a little longer than polite and floundered for conversation.

"Well I'm flattered that you think I'd fit in at your establishment but what benefit could I offer your business that wouldn't be almost immediately offset by my er... abilities? I mean I'd love to get some experience in the field, and I'll gladly give it a shot, I'm just concerned about... well, you saw what happened." he motions out towards the street where the piano has scarcely missed them.

@"ReD"