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

[Nefarious Koneko]

Melanie Rose

When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,

Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,

Melanie immediately disliked the Lady, who seemed carry herself like she was the queen of the world, removed from the sufferings of her underlings. She, at the very least, seriously doubted the Lady knew who she was. After all, Melanie had only been part of the company 5 years since her discharge from the military. None of the major news organizations attributed much attention to her. In fact, no one but the top 5 board members of Talon Industries even knew who she was. Melanie played the close guarded game of Internal Affairs for the company as well as serving as a liaison for the company itself. She caught the cold glance of Aleksandr, and returned it, along with his nod. She sensed a certain level of connection with man.

The wizard seemed out of place, though not entirely. Melanie felt she’d taken a trip to Wonderland with all the strange creatures she’d now come in contact with. She paid little attention to the nervous man nor the warlock, her mind turning only to business. However the minotaur was a surprise. After all, it wasn’t every day you met the very thing legends were written of. She bowed her head to the apparently stately beast. This was going to be a day she’d well remember. As the delegates took their seats, she circled to her chair and shed her trench coat, revealing the black long sleeve frilled shirt that hugged her frame. It carried white frills on the collar and sleves, giving her a slender stately look. At her side was her side arm, but she made no attempt for it. This was a civil meeting. Melanie left her coat on the seat, preferring to stay standing rather than sitting. From her slacks pocket she pulled out a small device that no larger than a cell phone. She set in on the table.

“A recording device,” She explained, placing a hand on the chair and looking to the delegates, “I’d like to extend my gratitude, on behalf of Talon Industries, to milady for taking an interest in our company. I trust, if you are requesting a business meeting, that you are familiar with our arsenal of products?”

Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

[Betty Beelzeboop]

Market Ward <<<

Weight shifts and rustles on a creaking mattress, and the sound somehow signifies a place beyond the eyes of any good and sanctimonious God. But the attention of the fallen still resides over such dark corners of the world, either eager for the undeniable spark of sin that lights those forsaken shadows, or for their pity of the souls that cause it. A creaking metal-framed bed in a stark cold hotel room in a desolate portion of the Market Ward. It seemed as good a place as any to settle for a while away from the unspoken (and largely non-existent) expectations of the world. A place somehow silent and filled with noise at the same time, the darkness that seemed to seed there in the middle of the night stilled all but the most unsettling of sounds. There were some terrible places in the world where people went to crawl inside themselves and die. This was a place where people went, instead, to live in their own person Hell.

“Hmm…Damn,” Lovi groaned as she woke in the middle of the night to the distant echo of a rather loud and bitter argument over Gods knew what. It sounded so far away, yet it nestled in her ear like a stranger’s breath breaking every personal boundary. She’d thought she had gone to bed with company, but a quick glance over her shoulder verified, to her chagrin, that it was just the fleeting vestige of a waking dream.

She’d been keeping her own company for the past few days, and severely shirking her newfound responsibilities. Rolling over to one side of the bed, she reached over the edge to pluck that damned cell phone she’d been convinced to keep with her from the floor. She checked the time without actually registering what it was and flopped onto her back again.

She hadn’t gotten any calls for a while. It was disappointing despite her insistence that she preferred to be left to her own devices. For a moment she contemplated making a call or attempting to send a text to someone..hell, anyone just for the sake of some human interaction. But inevitably the phone just sat in her hand, unused and somehow daunting for an object so casual and small.

She sighed, then groaned. At some point she’d have to rejoin the rest of the world again. Or else fade into the shadows she’d been hiding in. And neither option was terribly appealing.

[Darkest Silver]

The Hive.

The creature which made an appearance was indeed very sickly looking under the emerald lighting, then again anyone was right? even her beloved skittles looked ill. But something about the Vampire made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, every child was told horror stories about the infamous creatures of the night. Jay..Well Jay had witnessed a few of them first hand. Always remembering how she was fortunate enough to have never been chosen to go for a dance with the damn leaches. Although from the changing room all the girls could hear the screams of yet another work mate who had become their meal...The woman visibly shuddered at the memories.

Odd though, how this one was tame? Well so far as she could tell at least. Arrogant perhaps? Then again what Vampire wasn't? For all their strength and cunning, they were nine times out of ten over confidant and more than a little pompous.

Tres pulled out a pouch at the request of KB, it was rather beautiful to look at, strange though...How it was some ones blood? A unicorn maybe? If they existed here in Sigil.

Shrugging it off and turning to glare at the vampire as Tres spoke.

"He even looks at me like a meal...And I will cut him up into bite size bits and feed him to Skittles....Other than that I am sure you will be a pleasure to work with."

This was not so much a threat as it was a promise, the very thought of having any form of un-dead feed on her was enough to make the woman's stomach turn. One experience was more than enough, the damn demon who tried to make a meal of her was completely annihilated after having flayed strips of flesh from her back, the scars of which still remained.

Following Tres over to the model of Sigil, listening patiently as he spoke. Skittles how ever was eyeing up KB, backing up until he was pressed against his masters legs, never taking his eyes from the vampire.

[Just Naota]

arrow Chateau de Honore

Their eyes shifted in unison towards the recording device as it was produced and identified. Lady Honore nor her subjects had prohibited such technology from being used, but it did seem and certainly was problematic to have such a recording of their double-dealing. Aside from the stares, they didn't allow the distaste to show on their features, even Mr. Peabody managed an amazing poker face by virtue of his distraught expression seeming permanent.

"Quite familiar," replied Ostrovsky solemnly, looking only partially invested in the current conversation. The rest of the Spymaster was clearly far, far away from there. The man leveled a thoughtful look on Melanie. "However, it is not your product line we're interested in."

"Rather," Tennebrink the Glutton continued, his large eye transfixed on the representative. "We are more interested in Madam Astrum's dealings with Tresondros Ecstuffuan. Of course, we bore Talon no ill will, but understand that Honore enters this discussion feeling slighted that you've associated yourself with one who threatens our position."

"That said," Ostrovsky chimed in, "We want you to take Mr. Ecstuffuan's 10% deal."

[Pandumb]

Just Naota

Once Tenkai had passed by the clamor going on within the Nine Swords, he was able to clearly pick out the noise of whirring servos and hydraulics as the gyrocopter flew overhead. A rather curious contraption, the likes of which Tenkai hadn't seen since leaving Rome. The resurgence of Renaissance thinking back at the Vatican had led to a slew of modern-day Da Vincis creating all sorts of strange feats of ingenuity, and this one was no exception. This one was creating quite a buzz amongst the passersby, however, and it had just come flying from the direction of the Hive.

Tenkai was aware that there was still more work to do in that unfortunate ward, which was one of the reasons why he had not yet left Sigil in the past few weeks. Tenkai was doing what he could to put the restless dead out of their misery, but he was only one man, and the destruction KB had wrought on the Hive was deeper than any of them had imagined. To see destruction of that level led Tenkai to believe that the Sabbat clans that originally took control of the Hive either abandoned it during the Hard Times, or were all summarily wiped out by KB. Either way, the gyrocopter had come from the direction of the Hive, and now Tenkai was curious to find out what business the pilot had flying over it.

The monk swiftly took to an alleyway, safely out of sight of the general public before springing into the air with a powerful thrust of his legs. He bounded up the sides of the three-story buildings until he reached the rooftops, continuing his pursuit of the curious aircraft. He leaped across gaps and alleyways like some sort of French freerunner, his robe trailing in the wind behind him in a blur of black and blue. Catching up with a flying machine was rather difficult for normal human agility, but Tenkai was fortunate enough that the pilot was simply cruising by, waving at the people below. A man of his agility wouldn't have much problem catching up to it. It was the gaps between buildings that Tenkai needed to watch out for.

Once Tenkai was close enough to get within earshot, he'd call out to the pilot.

"Ahoy up there!" the monk said merrily. He had no reason to believe the pilot was up to no good, especially not with all those people waving at him. "Quite an interesting vehicle, sir!"

[Nefarious Koneko]

Melanie Rose

When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,

Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,

Location ----& Chateau de Honore

Melanie ignored the fixed gazes of those around her as she deployed the recording device. After all, most powerful folk did not enjoy having evidence of their dealings existed. However, Talon management dictated that every and all potential business negotiations be recorded for legal purposes. Companies that failed to pay their dues were brought to court. Something as small as the recording desk on the table had defeated some of the best lawyers from her galaxy. It was nothing more than a safety net. As they spoke of the prior meeting with Tres, she clasped her hands together at her stomach, eyes narrowing briefly on the warlock. In that instant she wore a politician’s smile, just as fake and fixated as the best.

“It is Talon’s official policy to remain neutral and open in the event of localized instability. We do not intend to tip the balance of power in this region, and hope the issue gets resolved quickly. In regards to the business meeting with Mr. Esctuffuan, while we support his goal to restore prosperity to the city, we simply were unable to reach a fair terms of agreement,” Taking a seat, her clasped hands settled on the desk, breaking briefly to scoot the device to her right, “As I have stated, we are open to all negotiations. If Mr. Esctuffuan, or his… supporting parties wish to recommence negotiations, they should be forthright with their terms.”

She offered a disarming smile, and leaned back briefly to scoot her chair forward. Melanie knew Stella would be immensely unhappy with this development. Talon was not a company one took lightly. With its own military and naval force, it was often said that Talon Defense Initiative could win a war of it went to war. Sporting the best equipped force, it was given a reason daily with pirate raids on stock piles, IGA Naval embargoes and random searches, and of course… pompous assholes who thought they could force the largest defense corporation in the CSB into action. She of course showed none of these thoughts, her blue eyes flitting from each at the table. She rather liked the minotaur, but she’d always been fond of the Greek legends.

Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

[Just Naota]

arrow Chateau de Honore

No, the powerful certainly did not like being recorded. The inner-circle of House Honore were no different, however Melanie misunderstood the reasons for such feelings. They didn't fear legal reproach if business went sour; there simply wasn't a court outside of the City of Doors that held power over the House. And within the City of Doors, it was a losing battle for any corporate or civillian entity that wasn't directly involved with the merchant families. In Sigil, Honore was law. Instead, Lady Honore and her loyal servants were disinclined to have recorded evidence of meetings because they wished to keep their dealings secret as if they'd never occured at all. Before Melanie left, they would have to do something about that.

As the representative spoke, it seemed to Spymaster Ostrovsky that Tennebrink was on the verge of leaping over the table towards Melanie. To an outside viewer or simply someone who didn't know Tennebrink too well, the Warlock looked calm and serious. The sort of attitude one would expect at a business meeting. However, the handsome spy knew the Warlock incredibly well, and therefore knew that he didn't quite like the representative from Talon Industries. As the woman finished speaking, Tennebrink lifted his hand as if to signal that he was about to speak, clearly to Aleksandr, he was meaning to berate Melanie for asserting that Talon was neutral yet decided that their first act of neutrality in the City of Doors would be to arm and train a separatist faction.

A paradox, surely, but the Spymaster preferred to keep things civil.

Ostrovsky lifted his hand as well, giving the Warlock pause. The pair turned to the other side of the table at Lady Honore who had been idly fanning herself throughout the entire meeting whilst enjoying a small piece of cake. She smiled warmly and gestured over to the Spymaster, definitively choosing who would speak for her and by extension the whole House.

"I'm sure you'll find the terms more than agreeable once you've heard our end," Aleksandr began, taking a sip of wine before continuing. "In conjunction with the 10% you'll be recieving from Mr. Ecstuffuan should he prevail in his endeavor," a thought which brought a laugh to many at the table, "House Honore offers to pay the market prices for each and every firearm, piece of equipment, and any training that follows. We will also pay extra for certain modifications to these weapons; the details of which are inside the briefcase Mr. Peabody holds, and are meant for Madam Astrum's eyes only."

He paused to make that last point extremely clear.

"Furthermore, the Most Honorable House of Honore makes Talon Industries the deal of a lifetime. We will aid Talon in its founding of a branch in Sigil, expediting the paperwork necessary to commence planar shipping. We will also help negotiate the merger between your branch and one of our distribution chains. Such a move would be undoubtedly profitable for your company, as it gives Talon access to a sizable workforce based in Sigil, necessary real estate in the Market, Guildhall, and Clerks Wards, and a myriad of privately owned portals to various planes of existence."

The Spymaster stopped, giving Melanie ample time to mull the deal over, and drank from his glass.

"Do you find the terms fair now?"

[Nefarious Koneko]

Melanie Rose

When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,

Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,

Melanie glanced from the warlock to Aleksandr as one cut the other off. She leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs as she heard the proposal from the man. At mention of the brief case, she glanced at the shrewd man, his nervous gaze sending tingles of suspicion down her back. The deal was a good one already, too good and based on too many ifs. While Talon would be getting a large portion of money from this company, it seemed as though profits would be made after the fact. Once the weapons were used, they would be paid. Additional modifications would be difficult without a Forge ship, though Ms. Astrum had likely already recalled one and a number of support ships to the region. She let the silence drag out as the handsome man fell silent. These were the very people she despised growing up. The controllers of the worlds. She leaned forward.

“Your terms are indeed generous, but Talon Industries handles its own distribution. Since its founding, we have remained as a whole, relying on our own profits to get us profit. A merger with any other corporation would only weaken our cohesiveness and complicate logistical matters,” She stated, clasping her hands on the table as she locked gazes with Aleksandr, briefly flitting to the briefcase, “Furthermore, as Head of Internal Security for Talon Industries, I will be required to looking over the contents of the briefcase before presentation to Ms. Astrum as part of our security protocols. Apart from that, your generous offer is very appreciated and I believe Ms. Astrum will find it the same way.”

Rising up, Melanie lifted the recording device, deactivating it before retrieving her trench coat. It was clear that she was calling at least a brief adjournment to the meeting. There were many things to consider before agreeing to the terms. Once in contract, they would be bound to deliver the weaponry. Fortunately, with the marvel of technology, she wouldn’t have to go far to talk to her superior.

“It will be necessary for me to brief Ms. Astrum of this meeting before I can make a final say on the matter. I can do so from my craft, if it is alright with you and your entourage, milady,” She said, bowing her head to woman who seemed to care very little about the meeting at hand.

Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

[Lian Feaorne]

arrow The Guildhall--5 Rings Buddhist Temple

Lian saved her program and shut down her computer for now. Yet, there had to be much more she could do before the night fell. She went to her room and changed clothes into a peasant blouse, skirt, petticoat and flat shoes. She grabbed a plain gray scarf, pulling her hair back and covering it with the scarf. Slipping a plain black cloak about her shoulders and a belt around her waist with gold, a simple dirk carved from a kirin horn and her phone shoved in her cleavage, she lifted the hood up and headed into the streets to pass through the Ladies Ward into the Guildhall. At least she blended in a little bit better, no one really paying attention. After the events at the tavern earlier, it seemed the gossip had died down a little as people saw the video, laughed and moved on. Lian brought the tail end of her scar though, bringing it across her nose to cover the lower portion of her face. Sigil didn't have a temple to her Goddess. Lian had thought about it, but why force that sort thing on people? She could teach balance without using a God or Goddess figure...but right now, she just wanted someone to listen.

Not argue, not use her as a temporary scapegoat....Lian knew of a place where she had seen people go before and come back feeling relieved even more so than the Dark Swan. It was like a spiritual release and which they could tell their worries to what teacher lay sitting so peacefully inside. Lian stood at the bottom of the long steps, looking upward with a furrowed brow. It almost felt like a crime for her to pass through into another sanctuary. She ascended the steps up to the temple and removed her cloak's hood as she passed through the gate, looking around. It was very serene...And clean. She looked around, seeing a long rope dangling in the middle over a box. She ventured over, peeking into see gold pieces inside, Lian rummaging through her pouch and pulling out a gold coin. Lian threw it in, looking around to see what happened. Nothing did. Lian reached up to the rope, ringing the three bells three times. Nothing.

Perhaps the temple keeper was out? Lian never really met them but she did remember a monk of this faith that she had bumped into a few times before. Lian moved on and wandered about the temple, finding the door that opened into a larger temple. Inside, she saw sandals on the floor, Lian removing her flats and stepping up. In was a few cushions with round pillows on top of them. She moved closer, and stopped as she saw the display in front of her. The statue of a serene man with curling hair wielding what looked like a rattle in his hand. A child god? Lian furrowed her brow a little more, looking down at her feet before she moved to kneel and take a seat on one of the cushions in front of the altar. "From the stories...You were a man who suffered and taught the meaning of life after such suffering...I have suffered...but...I don't want to anymore. I have suffered in life...in body as a mother, a mage and a warrior under my Goddess at home. In mind as I'm...deeply troubled. I've lost people who were an opening ear once...I'm at unrest. I don't know what side I should be on...The people who cry out for help but cry out for blood...or the people who have everything but are so naive of the suffering of others and don't care."She sighed so heavily, her breaths shuddered and her shoulders shook. "I'm stuck at a crossroads. What side I chose effects a lot...but I want to stay on this middle ground. Someone has to...I can help the people and show the guild leaders that they have to take responsibility for their actions...or lose their place in power. You were a Prince that came at level with the people...I'm a former Queen that must do the same...I am no you...but I can become a teacher of ways that will help people improve their lives and make it so that there are no walls between the powerful and the ordinary."

Lian almost felt like she could stand up, but stayed heavily seated on the cushion. Something else was holding her there. Lian looked down at the smooth floor, her head hanging heavily. "I can't do this on my own...I hope that in a few days...I can find more that feel the same way I do. A plan like this won't work without more to back it up. Tres has his rebellion army...I'm just a one woman army right now..."She shook her head, feeling like she was sinking a little heavier. Lian lowered her head down to the floor, touching her forehead against the wood. "Who else can I ask...That isn't a little statue of a boy prince..."

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

Darkest Silver

The Hive.


Following Tres over to the model of Sigil, listening patiently as he spoke. Skittles how ever was eyeing up KB, backing up until he was pressed against his masters legs, never taking his eyes from the vampire.

The Hive - Emerald City

"Look I'm gonna be working here for a while. Obviously building an Army from literal scratch is difficult but I mainly wanted to show you this because this is the place where I need you to send and store your cargo.

Depending on what kind of weapons you can get me, I'll give you a portion of the spoils we procure from the Ladies Ward.", Tres moved away from the model of Sigil that began to erode back into basic crystal the further Tres displaced himself from it. He walked up in front of a row of unworked astral construct material and literally began to sculpt into the tall construct with his left hand, working each construct into a similar shape. As Tres began to work he shouted at Jay,

"Can your griffin fly you back or do you need a guide?"

[The Female of the Species]

Destructive Forces

The time spent watching tournaments rather than fighting in them was brief and far into Sokoya's past. Sufficed to say, her memory of meeting Fasumbra was faded to nearly nothingness at this point. She had a busy life and had made it a habit to not dwell on past events. Too much pain and sadness, enough to cripple the poor girl if she let it. So to answer your question; No, Soaks didn't recognize the well dressed man on the sidewalk.

Oddly, though, she sort of matched him to some degree. Aside from the all stars on her feet and blood on her sleeve, the girl was fairly well dressed. Designer jeans, classy bracelets, a white(And a little red) blouse with a black vest. She certainly looked like she was able to keep up with fashion. Hell, she sort of even matched his physical appearance. Slender and delicate features gave her an ethereal beauty. The woman might be able to pass for an elf, if not for the normal ears...and the odd coloration.

Guy behind her somewhere

"Miss Sokoya! I don't suppose you remember me, do you?"

Huh?

Spinning on her heels, Sokoya's bloody gaze would quickly scan the light crowd. Not that it was hard to pinpoint the source. The guy was a g'damn giant amongst the otherwise normal populace. Raising an eyebrow, she'd backtrack a bit to come face to face with the man....or face to chest. He was over a foot taller after all. "Should I?" She'd quiz, raising an eyebrow and taking a sniff of him.

And boy did he smell. Special senses in her nose gifted her with the ability to hunt down magic as if she were a bloodhound. He smelled like he was drenched in it...and it was delicious. Smirking coyly, she'd shrug her shoulders. The scent was vaguely familiar, and while she tried to scan her mind for who he was, she may as well play along.

[Trenchant Cogency]

"My pride as a man hoped that you would run dashing to me in happiness, but in reality I didn't expect you to. At that time I was a rather unremarkable mage, kind enough to use a trick of magic to give a certain charming young lady a better view at a crowded stadium."

In case his point wasn't fully made, Fasumbra gestured at her with his coffee cup before taking a final swallow of the drink, then making a quick throwing gesture to the side. The cup flew about half a foot through the air before vanishing completely, like a conjurer's trick. Well, it actually was a feat of magic, so perhaps it literally was a conjurer's trick. Regardless, he continued.

"I can see that your charm has not dulled over the years, and in fact has greatly increased in potency. I only hope I am a bit more memorable now. Ah, but where are my manners?" Fasumba closed the distance between them with a few easy, smooth strides of his long legs, extending his now free hand to her.

"Fasumbra. Fasumbra Langardo is my name, but my friends call me Fas and my loved ones call me whatever they will. Your choice, Miss Sokoya."

Though externally he was a bright, smiling gentleman at the moment, internally Fasumbra's mind was racing. He observed her thoroughly, watching the minute shifts of posture and overall body language she presented, listening closely to tone and inflection whenever she might speak. One could assume he was being cautious, and in fact he was, but the reason behind it was entirely different from something like physical self-defense.

Fasumbra, being raised an aristocrat and spending many of his years in that environment, accepted conversation as a battlefield as deadly as any true war. In aristocratic circles conversation was rarely simple, and usually carried any number of hidden meanings beneath smiling salutations. A person's words could demonstrate more about them than was said.

So, as Sokoya shrugged while smiling so charmingly, in Fasumbra's mind he knew she vaguely recognized something about him. What that might be, he had no idea, but his ego was stroked slightly by that knowledge. Fasumbra was largely unaware of the effect his Aura had on people, the constant outpouring of Mana from his body always registering as enjoyable to whatever magical sense detected it.

In reality he probably did smell good, thanks to the small amount of mildly citric cologne he was wearing. But that didn't seem to be what Sokoya was smelling. Blissfully unaware, his large hand awaited her markedly smaller one, smiling warmly all the while.

[Darkest Silver]

The Hive. --> Guildhall Ward.

Finally she had somewhere to have the cargo delivered. The truckies would be ecstatic. Hell she had kept them waiting long enough.

"I will have them here no later than tomorrow, I have a list but until I do an inventory check I don't actually know what we have. Worst comes to worst, I can have my personal supply shipped over too. Got some nice toys in that lot."

Jay was obsessed with guns, well any form of weaponry actually. The fact that her entire basement was filled to the roof with a rather impressive assortment of military grade weapons, as well as some more modified ones...Yeah, she loved guns.

"Skittles can lead me out, but I can't ride him."

He was the size of a large dog, and probably could carry her weight, but Jay didn't want to risk hurting her beloved pet. So with a two fingered wave she left, pulling her phone from the inside of her top and sliding it open, quickly dialling the number needed.

"Hey...Yeah it's me, I fou-"

Wincing as the truck driver let rip, holding the phone at arms length while walking down the stairs of the emerald pyramid, the words that he was using to describe her were incredibly colourful and creative to say the least. By the time the woman actually made it back outside the yelling had stopped.
Bringing the device back to her ear she would continue, holding her spare hand to her ear as the noise of the construction made it difficult to hear her own thoughts let alone the severely pissed off trucker.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry! ********, just bring the s**t here. Umm where am I?"

Pulling her phone away to fiddle with the screen for a bit, getting the coordinates through the oh so handy Gaia gps application.
Sending it via message to the driver.

"Got it?..Sweet. See you soon then I guess."

Hanging up before depositing the phone back, looking down to Skittles as they both walked through the rubble that was the Hive. That uneasy feeling settling over her once again as they got further and further away from the Emerald city.

Hopefully they could find their way back to the bar, it would be easy to wait somewhere warm and lively, rather than sit around in the dust and debris. Besides Jay had a few hours to kill at least.

[Betty Beelzeboop]

Guildhall Ward: No-Name Bar <<<

Lovi had settled into a far corner of some place she'd never heard of, and whose name she never bothered to learn. It was either too old to have survived this long or too new to have earned recognition. Either way, it was a place Lovi hadn't known before now, and thus it was likely a place where she could be comfortably alone. After all, the Nine Swords was far too busy, too popular. She needed to get away from the things she knew. Or so she felt.

She pulled her phone from her pocket as she took a long drag from her pipe. She barely knew how to use the thing, but she found it somewhat handy to have. She was supposed to be watching somebody, but she expected they would call should they really need something. In the meantime it wasn't as though she had anywhere else to go anyway.

"Hmm.." the battery was getting low. She didn't exactly make a habit of keeping the charger with her. Well s**t..

A half-empty glass of whiskey sat in front of her on the table. Thought drinking was still a regular habit of hers, she hadn't done so to any level of excess in some time. All she'd really managed to do was coat her throat with the burning sensation it had grown so accustomed to.

[Lian Feaorne]

arrow Guildhall--No Name Bar

After saying a few prayers she knew, Lian gave the small statue of the Buddha on the altar a fresh flower before she headed out the temple and headed down the long flight of stairs down to the main street. She rose her hood back up, putting around until she heard her stomach twinge a bit. It was time for dessert. She hadn't made one for dinner, so she would search around. The Nine Swords was out of the question. Lian entered a little hole-in-the-wall bar, removing her hood and the scarf across her lower face as she went to the counter. She hadn't even noticed her former whore friend sitting by herself with a glass of half empty whiskey. "A mudslide please...except, use whipped cream vodka instead of the usual."She asked, sweeping her hands under her peasant skirt and hopping up to take a seat on the counter. Lian had to give a bit of a hop to get up into the bar stool.

As she waited for her order, essentially a chocolate milkshake with liquor on it, she sighed and looked around. No one seemed to notice her, even with the viral video going around. So far the fish monger's wife disguise was working. "This isn't bad at all...Not as crowded as the Nine Swords...And not as popular either."She muttered, turning in her bar stool to look around the newly discovered place.