Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[SIash Ex]

[!]Meat Market Arena[!]
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Lian would feel -something- watching her...

A presence having filled the otherwise empty space with nary a whisper.

Hayato did not bother to attempt further concealment; none lived to tell of his passing, and only he...and she...remained within earshot. The dead were without means to take heed.

"..."

The shinobi did not speak, standing mostly in shadow; his blade slick with fresh blood, and his arms down to either side. He was as a wraith; a specter of death come to observe, and be seen. Had he desired it, the girl would've been allowed to continued as she wished...

No knowledge of his presence required.

But, given his line of work, it was rare that the assassin could call himself impressed. The art of killing had become sport for amateurs, and weaklings...Waifs with no real skill, and only the fickle hand of luck to spare them from the grave.

This one was different.

Were Lian capable of discerning finer details, she would note that this was not the same ninja from before. Something prickled at the back of her neck; a sort of warning to beware. He exuded dread-purpose, and left nothing but ruin in his wake. His bearing carried something more than simple servitude...

Pride.

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Lian Feaorne

[stillnohero]

Hartia stood silent, he listened. And when he thought he was about to talk, the Lich invaded his mind, speaking into his brain as if it were a microphone. It was so easy. Trivial thanks to how easily the Lich forgot the agreement he had formed specifically with Ursan. Not only this, but that fact that Hartia himself was royalty, even if his previous kingdom had fallen. Royal blood, was royal blood. And as long as he was a Pendragon Prince, he would only demean himself to a certain extent. That Pride settling up real nice to support him. But it was also easy for those reasons, for the Lich to seemingly already side with Akako on this subject at hand. Sure his prejudice opinion was deserving of some dislike, though for the Lich King to seem this upset, it couldn't be that one tiny insult on his name alone.

"Yes Lord Ursan, I deign myself much more worthy. But you are wrong to assume that I would try to steal your trust. I have a crown to wear upon my head, I haven't the want for another. My opinion of the Lich variety might be shallow and ignorant, but not even you can claim it at a falacy on my part. You may be specifically different, but one not so rotten apple does not un-spoil the whole bunch...I do not think myself better than you, though I lack the feeling of being beneath you as well Lord. As previously mentioned, I accept your proposed terms of fealty, only within the confounds of Empyrae."

He paused to lick his lips before continue, his eyes never leaving Ursan's skull. His shot attitude and emotions didn't help this discussion go any smoother either.

"As for your perfect little b***h, I never asked for her to trust me over you, I never asked her to trust me at all. I asked her, as my designated partner under you, to allow me to be able to trust her. You see, I know she gave you a child to sacrifice, a dragon child. And I watched her lie to it's mother about the child's outcome. Seeing that shows me that if someone dear to her was so easily a target, Then I must be just as easy....I might not know what the big picture is, but i know enough to know that you have an absolute fascination with draconic energy as a whole. As far as my son goes, I simply just needed to know that she wouldn't aid in taking that away from him, or him away from me even.

He paused again, realizing he just scratched the surface of a fresh scab. Ursan didn't know, about Rune. There was a reason why she didn't stick around with her for long, and this was why. That is what made him so sure that dragons were a target, her protecting her own dragon. A smirk drew itself upon his face.

"My words on what I think a Lich are should not at first taken as an insult. I did not mention those things as if they were bad, and if my opinion was absolute in that light, then why am I here working with you, trying to learn from you. No, merit is not greater than yours. I assure you, if anything I'm a worse person than you, considering my past, however, that 'takes one to know one' mentality had me....how do I put this? A little over-protective. At least what I am protecting is my direct flesh and blood, my life force shared. And at least only a lesser bit is actual attributed with that which you seek. Your faithful servant over there has been hiding a dragon right under your nose sense the invasion upon Umbral...Like I said, I watched her lie to the mother of the child that was your mysterious gift.

His gaze shifted to her for a brief moment, only long enough to taunt her before turning his attention back to Ursan. He could speak more in depth about his opinions as a whole if the Lich King so desired it, though he couldn't risk forgetting to return the favor that the snitch had so easily delivered upon him.

"Go ahead dear, tell him about Rune. The annoying ******** musical dragon. Since you like talking today."

All the while the boy stood confused between pure joy and fear. They were talking about him, but not about him. Either way, he was already wishing he was still in the shadow realm. Though he stood with his proud father's hand upon his shoulder, still noticing that not even his own father appeared to be reckless in approaching the powerful bones before them. As he learned already when and when not to be heard, he made sure to just watch as the larger creatures communicated.

YummyBiscuits

Akako Akari

[Lian Feaorne]

Slash Zinrai

count_zantara

arrow The Meat Market--Underground Arena

The blood was warm....It was like stepping into a pool of lukewarm water dyed red. It was numbing and the dampness in the arena just sent a chill down her small body. She looked over her shoulder back to the arena, her eyes half-lidded. Someone was watching. There was that unmistakeable tingle against the back of her neck. "You can stare...or you can help me get to the surface to Bravot...You got down here quick, you can get me up there just as quickly."She stated, talking into the dark.

Lian stood alone.

She stood silent as stone until she slowly turned and continued along the way to find the exit. Her boots made very small prints on the concrete, making a despondent trail away from the corpse. "First Ninjas...then dragons...then staring ninjas...What's next? Ninja dragons?"She shook her head, her blood-matted hair flicking bits of red onto the walls. Lian looked down at her hands, now uncomfortably sticky around the kunai's handle and the stink of copper was everywhere. The first of her demands would be a bath in Bravot's big bathtub if she could get it...new clothes. A means of sanctuary until she recover from this awful event...Her mind didn't even wander down to the people in the cells knowing that they would be released soon.

Lian stopped, leaning against the wall of the hallway and trying to uselessly wipe off some of the blood before it crusted on her skin. She tucked the kunai in her jumpsuit pocket and started rubbing her arms on the wall, creating an eerie masterpiece of children's hands and smears.

[Acerbic Authority]

When Crystal returned to facing Natalia after her abrupt step backwards and subsequent apology, she would find the ‘young’ girl was significantly closer than she had been the moment before. Close enough to bring Crystal inside Natalia’s net of wards, each working on a different task; information gathering, personal obfuscation, magical and physical shields, and a few others for highly specialized use. Now that she was within the web of arcane wards, Crystal would find Natalia much less enigmatic. The dark arcane magic coursing through her tiny body was so concentrated that it seemed to darken the space surrounding her. It was also much more apparent what sort of being Natalia was; what before seemed merely pale skin became corpse white, and the velvety red of her eyes became a sinister scarlet leer. A more blatant Vampire there wasn’t.

But that was likely more information than Crystal would get a chance to take in immediately. When the young woman turned and made eye contact with Natalia, a jolt of magic would pass into her. It wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful, in fact it was rather underwhelming. It was mere suggestion, a light hypnosis to calm Crystal and make her more… agreeable. The vampire child spoke again, her voice still carrying its intelligent tone despite its youthful sound.

“Perhaps we could go together? The streets are so dangerous, especially for young women. It would be safer to move together, indeed.” The repetition was important, attempting to make the notion concrete in Crystal’s susceptible mind. It also wouldn’t be so strange to overhear to passers-by, nor even if Crystal resisted the nudge of hypnotic suggestion. What she said next, however…

“You know, I witnessed two murders and a rape today. Well, a murder, rape, and then another murder would be the more accurate order. I believe it was a robbery gone wrong, but I didn’t bother investigating. The woman resisted at first, but I think she enjoyed it in the end. I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad, would it? One last [********] before shifting off the mortal coil.” Natalia stepped past Crystal smoothly as she spoke, but she turned to face her as she spoke the last sentence, an entire different smile on her face now. Her scarlet eyes were filled with wild mania, her grin nearly a grimace in its intensity, fangs now easily visible.

“Ah, but that’s not what we were discussing. Shall we get going? I should very much enjoy walking with you.”

Akako Akari

[count_zantara]

Trexasle

Lian Feaorne

Slash Zinrai

Deus Ex Aizen

Thomas Bravot

--Meat Market Underground--

A Phone Call

You've reached the phone of Thomas Bravot, Librarian Supreme.

I am currently out righting the wrongs of the Universe but should be back in town around 354 B.B.C. or nine o'clock depending on the Space Whales Traffic.

If you'll leave a message, I'lll get back to you once I've fought and reabsorbed my good half.

Toodles!!!"

This was what Arron heard from the phonecall he'd made to Bravot. It was unfortuante that the Master Librarian was deep underground currently.

"Tonro is busy right now, Pumpkin or else he'd be here having such fun. So no....no Ninja-Dragons. I'll let him know you were thinking of him though. He'lll be touched."

Bravot's voice echoed in the quieter death-filled as he appeared from another darkened corridor followed by the trio of Doctors from earlier, the Ertai-filled dagger poking out from his belt where he'd crammed it; a large ledger in his hands.

Flicking to the next page of it as he stepped into the dim light, the Librarian shook his head briefly. He'd come across a false ledger obviously. No way in hell they were making this good of a return on their money. In pit fighting and humanoid food?!?!? Not a chance. Throwing the book aside into a corner, he finally looked Hayato and the small dragonettes who'd reached her first who had followed her so far, still stopping ever so often to dig into some of the free food.

"You were lucky that the Doctors were in some of the secondary corridors, Hayato. I almost had to use my blade."

He teased the nin before turning his attention to Lian with a warm smile crossing his weathered face.

"Calling them creepy is a bit rude, you know deary...these two are a bit special. Smarter than the big ones. You might want to apologize."

With a nod behind her, Lian might notice that the duo were sitting on a broken pillar, talking silently to one another perhaps telepathically in some fashion, always keeping their eyes on the female.

"In any matter!!!!

The sound and bright flash of a lighter lighting a cigar caused him to pause for a moment.

"I think we've proven our point here. A few escaped into the sewers and subway system, just enough to spread the word. If there is nothing else, we should get out of here. I'm not in the mood to play Dungeon Crawler anymore than I have to."

[count_zantara]

Acerbic Authority

Adamaeis

Trexasle

Lian Feaorne

Velocitas Luminis

Slash Zinrai

Deus Ex Aizen

The Cleric in Purple

--TopSide Meat Market--

Turning his attention to the French-speaking roller-bllading cretin, Zantara twitched slightly as the man spashed through a pool of still warm blood up onto his patent knee-high drow-skinned boots.

La vie est drôle , hein? Mais pourquoi puis-je obtenir les abrutis?

The Clleric muttered in reply as he pulled out a handkerchief from a inner pocket of his sleeveless purple leather trenchcoat and buffed the blood away. His lavender eyes kept watching the dragonettes surrounding them, just waiting for that first bit of movement from them to dive under the large vehicle he'd so gratefully found. He didn't give a damn about the trio on a personal level.

Let them piss off Bravot's pets and get eatten.

"Learn some bloody common, you daft b*****d. And watch where you're going next time."

He smarted off to the strange haired man, before noticing the man-thing known locally as 'Leon' sliding up to his protected side of the ten-wheeled armored vehicle with the Bravot Library Logo on the side. ******** UWP punkass. He didn't need that level of heat on him. Zantara was a touch worried about a few occurrences in the near past that might draw them onto him but then Leon opened his mouth.

Well that answered that question. Seems the UWP wasn't on his back just yet. But that british accent was atrocious. Damn, and here he thought Bravot's was bad.

"I don't know a damn thing gov'na, other than Big Ol Bravot is around here somewhere and someone pissed him off enough to call in the heavy hitters AND the cleaners."

He replied in his worst Mel Gibson Mad Max accent before noticing the slight stumble of Mize out of the corner of his eye. He needed to get back to that part of the discussion. Mize might notice that the liquid he'd picked up was a acidic poison, serpentine in origin. Zantara didn't notice the action nor really care if he had.

"As for you, I should skin and feed you to the vermin. People don't pull that s**t with me. Bah....Thomas will show up here some time in the very near future. You can bloody well wait for him here or go hunting yourself. But I'll be trice damned if I'm going into that building unannounced. Good way to get my soul eatten."

Still muttering under his breath back in his normal voice, Zantara was finally convinced that the dragonettes were just guarding the perimeter and he wasn't about to get swarmed over. Taking that into effect, he came back up to his feet and threw the dirty handkerchief aside. Taking a few steps away, he picked up a knocked over folding chair and sat down, his left foot crossed over the right, the shotgun hidden in the inner portion of his sleeveless coat within his grasp, watching from behind his purple shades for any movement that he didn't agree with.

This place gave him the creeps.

[Lian Feaorne]

count_zantara

Slash Zinrai

arrow The Meat Market--Underground

"Don't call me Pumpkin, book nerd."Lian huffed, her arms moving stickily away from the wall as she finished her fresco of blood on concrete. She crossed her childishly small arms, looking up at him in the dark. When she had her body, she was shorter than Bravot but now stuck in the body of a foreign child, she was miserably so. She probably came up under his hip or shorter. She looked over her shoulder to the pair. "Eyes in the Darkness...and her little buddy Heart Ripper I suppose...They're smart, but they weren't quite smart enough to lead me out to the surface before you came down here."She frowned, approaching him and looking up as sternly as she could with a bloody, cherubic face. "And I suppose your Ninjas here were just an extra pair of eyes..."

Lian could still feel the eyes on her, but brushed it off to address Bravot.

"I don't doubt that they won't try this chaos again. You should keep that ledger though, it might have names of those who placed bets...Let's go topside...I need a bath."She said, getting close enough to him and throwing her arms up to him in a grabbing motion. "Pick me up. Up."She said in such a childish manner it might as well be humorous.

[count_zantara]

Trexasle

Lian Feaorne

Slash Zinrai

Deus Ex Aizen

Thomas Bravot

--Meat Market Underground--

Taking a second drag from his smoke, Bravot stepped further out of the darkness before flicking it away, looking down at the small child in front of him. Most people in this situation would be asking questions about her new form but to the Librarian, it wasn't particularly important to him. The outer casing of a person was immaterial much as a cover doesn't make a book.

"Your so cute, I could just eat you up."

He replied smartly with a soft chuckle, moving the dagger in his belt around to the small of his back before dropping to his left knee, gracefully missing any of the numerous pools of blood and gore.

"They two were just supposed to find you to make sure you lived long enough for this. As to the nin....well they do like to be the silent brooding type. Too much time watching Batman, I'd imagine."

Nodding to one of the Silent Doctors to pick up the tossed ledger, the Librarian sighed mentally as he took in how caked she was with half-dried blood and viscera. This was totally going to ruin another suit.

Taking her in his arms, Bravot came to his feet easily, resting Lian's weight on his left hip before turning around and heading back the direction he'd came, the pair of dragonettes staying behind to go back to their meals, the Silent Doctors following behind him....silently.

As the small group headed up through the building, lian might notice the sound of more dragonettes in the darkness, cleaning up the bodies from the Doctors and the Ninjas attack. Within a day or two, there would only be stains and the smell of ozone to tell people about the violent occurrences that happened this day.

But people would remember for quite some years...

[Adamaeis]

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outside the hell-hole formerly known as the meat market

Harold D. Mize

He shrugged slightly in response, in his mind one could suppose that taking another through a spatial anomaly without their permission could be considered rude. He grimaced slightly at the thought of being eaten by flying oversized geckos with teeth, such a thought made the palm of his hands sweat.

"I don't particularly like the sound of having my soul ingested, besides a place like that is all but a grave for the savage, those lacking both vision, and reason. No, I would only endure entry into such a place if it were necessary." Harold said trying to mask his nervousness.

It wasn't that Zantara in particularly rubbed him the wrong way, he just wasn't used to dealing with people in a very long time. To say the least, the time spent alone had made him rather awkward. Of course wandering different planes of existence alone, and traveling through the void would drive most people mad so awkwardness was the last the to cross his mind.

Leaning against the truck he turned to Zantara his eyes only shifted to the Dragonettes only a few times.

" I realized I never properly thanked you for taking me to Mr. Bravot, now that I think of it I am not entirely aware as to why you would help me. A total and complete stranger?" his words flowed slowly, realizing the thoughts behind them only as they surfaced.

Standing up straight once again, he awkwardly searched his many pockets stammering slightly in anger until after a long and rather embarrassing moment he retrieved a pair of ivory cylinders. They were ornate with silver inlay, which was tarnished slightly but otherwise in great repair. Something about them seemed both regal and very old as if they had been collected from a buried treasure or some tomb.

Stepping towards the cleric he offered them to him with an open palm.

"They are phase-shafts... They will make your weapon a lot more effective. They will make your uhm.. Shot.. move through space like we did earlier, they read the sound of your mind so they know who your target is... They are my thanks that I offer to you for helping me today." as the words left his mouth his eyes stayed locked on Zantara's, seeing them through the shades.

"Oh, and they attach to the end there, where the shot explodes from." he said pointing out the grooves that would allow them to be screwed on like a silencer.

[Akako Akari]

•°o.O Akako Akari O.o°•

"Get on your knees and let the games begin
Bow to your queen and I will crown your head
'Cause I can make you every inch a king
Before I do tell me, tell me what's in it for M E?"

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:: The Empyrae - Ursan's Study - Trials and Tribulations ::

Dreamscape

The void was quick to answer Red's call. The tug at her mind had her borderline worried. What did Red need from her now? Certainly she hadn't allowed Omi to rape her twice. That... would be almost comical. Or perhaps it was something regarding Snake again. Hadn't they finished that conversation? Surely there wasn't more to be said. Snake had chosen Red after all. Either way, Akako was compelled to visit her blonde doppelganger. Despite herself, Akako cared about the psion. It was the oddest thing really. They grew to hate each other and somehow that turned into something totally different. There was a trust between the two women that didn't make a lick of sense, however they both took it in stride.

Akako's lithe form appeared in the hazy dreamscape like an apparition. Her body faded into existence her crimson gaze falling upon Red immediately. A brow rose as Red immediately got to the point. It was obviously urgent, however Akako wasn't exactly... available at the moment. A bitter smile curled Akako's lips as she paced closer to Red.

"Unfortunately I am a bit tied up with Ursan and a dear, dear friend of mine." Her tone lowered as she said friend. It was obvious that she was being sarcastic. "A story for another day. You would not believe the s**t I put up with... really. It's... well... nevermind. Tell me, can we speak here or did we need to speak face to face?"

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It was a peculiar thing. Ursan's attention was diverted for a moment and Akako, the curious fox she was, peered over her shoulder back at the child. Slender brows drew together as she focused on the young boy a moment longer before shifting haunting red eyes to Ursan again. Full lips pressed into a thin line as she pondered what had her King so engrossed with the child. The Cambion had mentioned something about the safety of his children. Her brows lifted as a she put two and two together. Her head turned and she was once again facing forward, her back to Hartia. The vixen refrained the smile that was straining against her lips. No wonder he was so concerned. The kid was part dragon. However, her trusting Ursan had nothing to do with Hartia's child.

Akako let out a bored sigh and crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to Ursan speak to Hartia and then suddenly he was quiet. Akako peered over her shoulder once again and looked to Hartia who happened to be watching Ursan intently. Ursan was still speaking, yet Akako wasn't allowed to listen. Another jab. He really didn't trust her at all? The woman rolled her eyes and looked forward again until Hartia's voice broke the silence.

Akako didn't exactly follow what Hartia was going on about to start with. He said he was much more worthy... than what? She hadn't heard Ursan's question that was said via telepathy so she was in the dark as to what he was talking about. Could he be saying he was more worthy than Akako? It wasn't wise to assume so she remained still and didn't bother stirring over it.

It was Hartia's next bit that caused Akako's neck to crane around to look at him. Did he dare call her a b***h? And in that tone? Not only that, but he was running his mouth about something he didn't know the truth of. He had no idea what Akako and the mother spoke of when they were alone. Akako had always been honest with the child's mother. Never had she lied to her. The mother knew from the moment Akako met her in Umbral that her child was to die, however, the soul was to be preserved. Sure, Akako fluffed it up like a typical salesman, but it was still the complete truth. Hartia was obviously not meant for politics.

The moment Hartia mentioned Rune, Akako attempted to turn around completely only to find her feet still rooted to the ground. Her gaze grew cold and hateful. The Cambion was a fool to have mentioned Rune at all. Akako had planned to talk to Ursan about her, just after the babe had been killed. Her lips parted to speak, but Ursan's suggestion only allowed her to seethe silently. With her eyes on Hartia, her lips curled into a cruel grin before averting to the child then back to Hartia. If he wanted to make an enemy of her, he certainly had done a fine job of it. Rune was the one being that he shouldn't have mentioned. Not only that, but to speak of her in such a way made Akako's blood run hot.

Akako's head turned again so she was simple watching Ursan from the corner of her eye. She knew Ursan would call her to the stand soon. She knew she was to be punished for remaining silent as long as she had. The vixen surrendered herself to the idea of that fact as it was inevitable. Part of her knew she had found Ursan as soon as she had come back from the Malevolence to talk to him about Rune, but things had been so busy and she didn't want to delay finding Jean any further. Perhaps, he could forgive her, but she didn't bet on it. Long lashes fell to brush over her cheeks as she allowed her body to relax. Killing the Cambion now wouldn't solve anything. The vixen wouldn't forget however. She never offered the information of Hartia's son... she simply told Ursan that Hartia told her that her king couldn't be trusted. The woman could have ran her mouth more... but this was so much more pleasing really.

YummyBiscuits

Edited.

Peccaminous Peregrine

Red the Ambivalent

[Lian Feaorne]

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Slash Zinrai

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arrow The Meat Market--Underground

Lian felt her weight lift and wrapped her arms around Bravot's neck, squeezing with her legs while he carried her. For once, it felt good to be carried. Normally she hated being man-handled and physically manipulated...but this was okay. She felt like the burden of what had happened was lifted if only minutely, Lian resting her head on Bravot's shoulder and shutting her eyes. She listened, frowning but too exhausted to do much else. "Mm...Your ninjas beat the dragonettes to it...they killed one of the men before they got there and I got one too...One thing about this kid's body is that it's lower to the ground."She muttered, shifting and resting her cheek on his shoulder that scrunched upward.

Lian looked over his shoulder, staring at the Silent Doctors as they walked down the hallways to reach topside. She gripped his suit jacket anxiously and buried her face against his shoulder with a whine. "All I want is a bath, food and a bed..."She whined, sounding just as tired as she felt. "Can we go to the Swan...or the library...?"

[Pandumb]

Sivak

Tenkai Matsumoto

Sivak blinked.

Tenkai either hadn't been following what she said or assumed she hadn't been working with those who mostly could be best labeled mad scientists and dark sorcerers. They weren't great people, but they were the talented ones whose life goals didn't involve giggling over a body count....

Ok. The one time they needed to retaliate after a demonic incursion and dropped all the explosives though a portal on the unsuspecting b*****d who instigated it did cause her fellow sociopaths to pull evil laughs for days. She was just comforted that the vast majority of worryingly devastating materials were someone else's problem, briefly.

Ah well, Sivak really didn't need to prove anything. Not verbally anyway. If push came to shove she knew what she could do and some poor b*****d would find out out far too late. At times she wished she could actually find humor in it.

"Ya know... chaos is change. It ain't chained down to bad or good but it is usually present when you knock over someones way of life. Or have the hubris to decide someone isn't living their life right. So I'd say we're not too different you and I Mr. Monk."

It took being chucked into some other reality to get an opening for that line. Ladies and gentlemen... you know you been sitting on something for a long time when...

She chuffed.

"Though I will grant that your typical sex education class will maintain we are anything but." Were there even schools here? "Or is the custom here to take the kid to a whore house and let him learn for himself? I think that's what I saw earlier today, but it coulda just been a hobbit."

Humans not being the vast majority of the population was a new thing for her and Sivak was having some trouble adjusting.

Tenkai didn't disagree with Sivak there. Chaos was indeed change, which just so happened to be one of the fundamental principles behind one of the greater enemies he found himself often facing. It wasn't something Tenkai could talk to Sivak about so openly, however, especially without any proper segue. Maybe she had already figured out there was something about him that made him different from other monks, though. There sure as hell was enough strange things going on with a man that had a giant panda following him around, Buddhist priest or not.

Instead, Tenkai simply smiled.

"No, perhaps not," he replied.

Well, at least not until she analyzed her own statement and went off on a tangent. Tenkai's mouth flatlined at the gender comment, blinking a few times in befuddlement. It was a clearly obvious observation, and probably not one that needed to be made. Of course, Sivak seemed less-girly enough that she could have fooled him with the right disguise. Or perhaps that was the point? After all, Tenkai was stuck between pegging her as a rogue, an assassin or some sort of scientist after the talk they had. Regardless, it was safe to say Tenkai had absolutely no idea what she meant by bringing up a whore house. The awkwardness struck him with a tinge of red in the face to accompany his flat-lining mouth.

"I think we strayed from topic." he said neutrally.

Soon enough, Tenkai would recover from the effects of Sivak's candor. "Anyways, what are you planning to do next, miss...?"

He said his statement specifically so that it wouldn't directly sound like a question, but could pass for one if he needed to. Truth be told, he couldn't remember whether or not they had exchanged names. For once in a long time, Tenkai thought the drink was finally starting to get to him.


(( Actually I LITERALLY forgot if they exchanged names. >< Sorry. Just roll with it. ))

[Sivak]

Tenkai Matsumoto

Sivak was well aware of how forgettable, ignorable, ect she was and picked up on the question. It was how she was and had made it work for her in the past.

"Sivak."

Without missing a beat she went through an outline of a plan.

"Over the last couple days I've come to the conclusion that there is a metric ******** of thieves in the Market District. This is bad for everyone who actually works for a living for two reasons. In order to stay afloat shopkeepers have to raise prices as everything that is stolen cuts into their bottom line. As everyone is getting robbed, rather than driving select shops out of business everyone just has another factor in how well they can actually compete with their contemporaries. The resulting loss of the purchasing power of money is immediately felt by workers who despite popular thought largely get a far wage for their work.... but the coin doesn't buy what it used to so they have to resort to less legal methods to make ends meet. This causes the issue to compound itself."

That was the why she thought she could sell this. Now for what it actually was, in the best vernacular she could.

"Life is magic, magic is not life and there's been a ritual that's been repeated endlessly in the market ward to the point where it's known as The Market Ward. The customer intends to acquire an item or service, the shop owner is paid, then the customer acquires said item or service. What I'd do is bind a geas to the ritual and anchor it to the shop, which for all intents and purposes can be considered a node on a rather specialized leyline."

"In a nutshell it would force people to pay for what they intend to take and since they'd be free to take their business elsewhere, it's not robbery. In addition with all that ancient power to tap into damn near no one should be exempt from the process."

"I figure if I do the first couple cheap as hell then I could make a tidy profit on everyone who was sick of getting undercut. At the end of the da... cycle.... I have a nice pile of cash and the city I'm living in is less of a hole. Sounds like a winner."

Well except for the thieves, but they could go screw themselves.

[Zeonis Mieriba]

Zeonis sighed as Red began to leave the room. She always left him out of the interesting and fun events. Curiosity was beginning to get the best of him. Why was she in such a rush to leave? If Red was going somewhere dangerous enough for her to leave him behind, then it must involve someone incredibly interesting or powerful. However, she seemed serious about it this time, and it would be for the best to not try her patience. Zeonis bowed towards Red and took note of her aura. He could see her aura slightly shift at the mention of his plans. Something he said had upset her.

He would be sure to apologize and clarify what he meant at a later time.
Zeonis turned his attention back to the tired general, and smiled when he saw her take the package. “It’s fair. Red is my magistra after all, so that is fair.” He nodded his head in agreement as he stood. “She’s leaving for someplace dangerous isn’t she? If I’m to stay with you, what will you have me do?”

Red the Ambivalent

Deus Ex Aizen

[Red the Ambivalent]

Behind these crimson eyes.....⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘

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|Dreamscape/Bookstore|

As both Raven and Zeonis allowed her leave, Red took a last glance at Zeonis. A glance that held a lot of meaning behind her command for him to stay put. No, she was pretty sure that nothing eventful was going to happen but who knew really with the Kitsune. Turning around the blonde exited the conference room to make a swift exit of the building. She didn't want to look like an idiot as she reached out to Akako through the dreamscape, all cloudy eyes and not paying attention.

Red heard the Kitsune's voice in the dreamscape but didn't say anything back just yet as she stepped outside. Taking a quick look around she noticed a book store and headed towards it. What better way to disguise that she was doing something out of the norm then to look as if she was reading a book.

It wasn't so much the idea of looking out of place, but more so she didn't want to make a scene. So much had happened the past few days that Red knew the citizens were probably on high alert. They could probably become spooked at a pen drop.

Snagging a random book off the shelf, Red sat in a chair along a wall away from people. Flipping the book open to a random page she finally divided her full attention to the dream realm, her hazy appearance manifesting fully in front of Akako.

A less then pleased look twisted her face, both of her hands balling into fists and resting on her hips.

"I'd rather have the chance to strangle you in person."

Something seemed off with the Void Kitsune, Red couldn't quite put her finger on it, but since their last meeting she was somehow different. No. Maybe not different, but held back by something. This peaked her interest.

"Either way since it seems we can't meet in person, I wanted to make sure you weren't going to chase phantoms around Sigil on my behalf."

Refering to her previous statement of wanting to pursue a certain person, in which Red had no contact with since the incident. She was over it now, moving on and forgetting. It was what Akako needed to do as well. Flipping a page that she wasn't even reading, Red took a look around to make sure nobody was watching. Satisfied, she turned back to Dreamscape to await the other's response.

Akako Akari

Deus Ex Aizen

Zeonis Mieriba

Scalar Warfare

⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙⋙There are secrets you may never know.....