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                                                  Location: Lucien’s House (8:00am)

                                                  It was a little before sunrise when Vinny would leave the house. Enor, who was asleep in a borrowed shirt from Lucien for the night, slept soundlessly in his bed. It smelled very nice. Clean, but the hints of sandalwood and brass was laced in everything. The pillow, the sheets, even the blankets she used to cover her body as well as the shirt she wore. It was a long button up dark red tailored shirt, one she intended to return once her night at the tinkers home was up. Her own garb, excluding the under garments from outside the city, lay in an arm chair in his room. She had shed them once the drawer of clean clothes was found. Now, Enor never really did snoop in others things, yet she did not think sleeping in pants and a belted top with an under layer of metallic fabric would be very comfortable. Hence the intrusion.

                                                  It was now a little before 8am, and Enor was waking up to a very good nights sleep. Her eyes did not open, not yet, and she merely groaned a few times and tried to cling onto the bits of sleep left in back of her mind. But it would be fruitless. Her body told her to sleep, but something in the back of her mind told her to get up. What was wrong? Her room had a different scent, but that was it. The bedding was not as soft...and come to think of it the sun was not on her face like it usually did. Hence why her hair more then likely always covered her face when she woke. But today, the sun was very gently streaming in just over the top of the ceiling. Casting enough light to see, but not to hurt the eyes or disrupt rest. In a way....perfect. Turning over, she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling as the night before played in her mind. Lucien must still be down stairs. She had half expected him to have slept beside her, but was glad that he had not, as he said he wouldn't.

                                                  It took another fifteen minuets for her to stand, make her way to the closet to pull on one of his longer capes to act as a robe along with one of her belts to keep it fastened on the front. Once covered, she let her bare feet patter along the steps down to his work shop to peek inside. There, at the work bench, Lucien lay with his head down in his arms as if he were a child being punished. Quietly, she moved closer and noticed the vest was unbuttoned and hung around his shoulders and chest as well as the cravat swayed a little as he breathed in the silence of his sleepy state. The room was all but dark, the only light coming from the open door of his workshop and the large window in the front of his home beside the entrance. Moving closer still, she stopped just a step or two from him an leaned in to gaze at his sleeping face. Half of it was visible, yet from what she could see he slept quite comfortably and peacefully. A little chill ran up her legs, and she felt the cold of the early morning along her torso. So, taking the cloak off her body, she covered Lucien and placed a light touch to the top of his head, letting her fingers move in his hair a moment once. She took her leave from his work room and looked for the kitchen, setting to work on what she hoped would be a good meal....

                                                  Half an hour later, and a few ruined pieces of toast and egg later, she finally had at least one plate of breakfast and a pot of perfectly brewed coffee. That was all the food left in the house. Three burnt eggs and two pieces of charcoal toast were in the waste basket. She was not much of a cook, but coffee was her specialty at least. So, with the tray in hand and plate of food to feed one, she took it to the workroom again and set it on the work table Lucien slept at, knowing he'd awake to find food. She looked into his face once more and played with his hair again, this time a moment longer, before moving to the living room to sit beside the fireplace. The fire was not entirely gone, which meant he did not sleep till much later then he should have. With a little sigh, Enor made herself more useful by making the embers take new life, warming the room again. She sat in his seat, the high wing -backed chair, legs pulled up to her chest to let the shirt cover her bare legs entirely. She thought of using something to cover herself with, and remembered his cape from the night before. It sat on the little wooden chair she used, and with that as well to help keep her warm, she read the book that was left in his seat and waited for Lucien to awake....



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Lucien had been true to his word, he hadn’t been very good company once he started work on the hand and had barely noticed when Vinny let himself out around five or so when the curfew lifted. The only noticeable reaction he made to the man leaving was that when he went to his workroom to see if he had a certain part he stayed there instead of returning to the living room. He kept at it for another hour or so and by then it was already looking nearly done so he didn’t feel too bad just…laying his head down for a bit…just long enough to rest his eyes…

He awoke not long after nine though at first he couldn’t figure out why. Since curled over his desk was more often than not the way he ended up getting his rest his body had learned long ago not to complain so soreness wasn’t the issue. It wasn’t bright either since investing in good, heavy curtains was the first thing he did for the room when he moved in. His nose twitched as it picked up the aroma of coffee…no, that couldn’t be right, he’d dismantled that coffee automaton after it had gone berserk with a tea spoon, proving that the weapon didn’t have to be deadly– or particularly large – to do some serious damage to property. Lucien still wasn’t sure where his espresso machine had gotten to after that…

Stifling a yawn he straightened up and found that his nose hadn’t been playing tricks on him. Instead, Lucien was pleasantly surprised to find that Enor must have woken up earlier and fixed breakfast. Unlike many he didn’t tend to waste time trying to get his brain to catch up in the mornings, it just picked up right where the previous night had left off; an especially useful characteristic in a tinker that was in the habit of falling asleep partway through a build. All the same he was just that – surprised. He’d been half expecting that she’d be leaving once she woke up and he found himself wondering if she were still in the house somewhere.

Lucien poured himself a cup of the coffee as he started jotting down a few notes to remind himself of what he had to do next on the hand. There wasn’t much left all told but what there was would be fiddly work if he wanted to make sure it worked as before. The coffee revived him enough that it finally occurred to him that the cape around his shoulders wasn’t one he’d had out the night before; instead, Enor must have found it in his closet. Strangely, he found the thought far less objectionable than he thought he might. At least in part because he realized that obviously she couldn’t sleep in her Rebel gear but also because he just plain didn’t mind…he wasn’t sure why exactly.

Shelving the thought for later consideration, Lucien grabbed the tray and stood. He didn’t like to eat in his workroom for fear of mess – though he had no such compunctions about beverages – so he figured he’d see if Enor was still around or if she’d left. It only took opening his workroom door to find the answer to that. He stood watching Enor for a moment as she hadn’t seemed to register him entering the room before heading for another of the chairs at the table,
“So apparently either this house came with brownies I was unaware of until now or I have you to thank,” putting down the tray he took a seat and smiled at her, “And seeing as I’m not inclined to believe in faeries, thank you. Did you sleep alright?”
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                                                  Location: Lucien’s House (9:05am)

                                                  The book she had been reading wasn't something she'd expected a tinker to take interest in. It was a fictional story about a world where man went into space and landed on the moon. But the trip back was not one they could make easily, for they fell into alot of trouble. So engrossed into the pages was Enor, that until Lucien spoke, she did not feel his presence. Not a very good thought to dwell on, considering for an assassin, used to being paranoid and aware was part of her daily life. Yet, she was already comfortable with Lucien and his home to sit in a chair very unlady like with nothing more then a shirt and a long cape a a blanket over her legs to cover her body. Yes...very comfortable indeed.

                                                  Enor jumped a little when his voice rang in her ears, not harsh or angrily was his voice, but the sound alone form the silence made it a bit difficult to not be shocked. A chuckle passed her lips and she set the book down on her lap, not moving her legs and even trying to cover more of her body so now even her toes were covered from his view. her hand came up to button the top buttons on his shirt so her chest was more covered. All this, and yet she felt the warmth in her cheeks from a soft, gentle blush.

                                                  " You're welcome. I'm not a very good cook, but I can make a cup of coffee exceptionally well. Though...I did notice a lack of a coffee pot, so a bit of an improvisation was needed. Uhm....how-...is it?"

                                                  Enor twisted the corner of the cape into her hand. The food did not seem to have been eaten yet, and she feared that maybe he had taken a bite and did not like it. True, it was a bit plain with nothing more then some butter on the toast, a slice of cheese to the side with a bit of pepper and salt on the eggs, but it was better then what happened to the other trials. Mentally, she assumed it was the fire. Not used to a new stove. Yes, that had to be it....

                                                  Before he could respond, she motioned to his clothes she borrowed and tried not to talk too fast. Enor...was nervous? Maybe it was the way she was so unlady like infront of such a gentleman, or perhaps it was the fact she had no make up on. Her skin tone was even, eyes were not darkened by the dark paint for her eye lashes or the powder for her eyes. Naturally curly-wavy hair fell over her shoulders. In total, he was the only man to see her this vulnerable. No pizazz or show, no flair or mystery. Just Enor. She looked away from his eyes, realizing she was staring and looked to the book on her lap.

                                                  " I should be the one thanking you. The bed was very comfortable, so I slept like I had not done in many years. Is your back alright, though? You seemed to be arched in a way that could be-....painful. I'm sorry I went thought your thinks and borrowed without asking. I'll wash it personally and return it as soon as possible along with this device. Is it supposed to itch and tickle at the same time? It is an ingenious device none the less."



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Azra rolled onto her side and forced herself awake. A slight headache reminded her of last night, but she did not care. She groggily opened her eyes. Dusty light streamed down from the skylight above her bed. Fast moving clouds hung in the pale morning sky. She sat up on her thin mattress and stretched, faced with the daily question of what she was going to do. No trade, no real initiative to try to join the rebels she heard of, she was faced with a strange sense of boredom that rarely struck her. She stood up, careful not to hit her head on the slanting ceiling in her apartment. She lived in the attic of a inconsequential lamp shop. It was small and scarcely furnished, but it was cheap and had a wonderful view of the sky and the ocean beyond.

She made her way over to the wooden dresser on the other side of the room and got dressed. As she pulled on a loose pair of tan pants she realized how hungry she was. She sighed, pulling out an equally loose white shirt, she would just have to get some breakfast in the city. She tied up her hair in a loose braid. Finishing her outfit off with a tight blue vest and her old boots, she descended the creaky wooden staircase to the back room of the shop.

Giving a slight nod to the shopkeeper, whose name she had presently forgotten, she headed out into the bustling street corner. Various tinkers and agents and all sorts of people moved about, even in the early morning. Thing grey light streamed in between the buildings, casting thin shadows and doing little to warm up the cold streets. Azra was grateful for the warm long coat she had remembered to grab on her way out of her apartment. She made her way to a nearby cafe and used the rest of the money from the night before to purchase herself an unsatisfying breakfast. She nibbled on her toast, thinking about how there were many others like her, trapped in the city. What purpose could the city possibly have to gain from keeping people inside, people who would probably only make trouble for them in the future, and by taking their livelihood, could just as easily join the mass of the impoverished that plagued the city? She finished her breakfast and sat for a moment there, finishing her tea.
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Robin awoke her back aching from the unsatisfied bed she slept on. It was a bed she had gotten from someone who was able to get out of Paragon, how they had done so was unknown to Robin but she was happy for them none the less. She sat up stretching her back in a arch as she did so sounds of popping could be heard in a row up her back. Robin stood stretching her legs as she did. she walked over to her dresser changing into a tank top, longer brown shorts with ribbons running along the sides and finally her father's old boots. She put her hair up into a pony tail before grabbing her goggles and putting them around her neck. Robin could hear her father stirring in his room, she walked down the short hall to her father's room opening the door to see her father standing up with the help of his bed post. The man most known as Rich was a tall thin man who you could tell had years of knowledge and heart ache simply from the wrinkles on his face. His hair was all but gone fully grey showing even more of his age. He wore a simple blue robe and an off-white nightgown with old grey slippers on his feet.

”Dad you know you're not supposed to be up, the doctor said-”

"The doctor doesn't know anything, I'll die faster if I just lay there and do nothing. I can't just sit here all day. It drives me insane!"

His voice grew louder as he spoke still standing using the bed post for support. He than let go attempting to walk around the room he got only a couple steps before he tripped over his own feet. Robin moved like lightning catching her father just as he was to his knees. She puled him up an arm wrapped around her shoulders and walked his back to the bed to sit. His face was sad yet frustrated unable to do the most basic of things anymore. Robin bent down on her knees taking her father's hands in hers and looking hm in the eyes.

"Dad I know you're frustrated and hate this but it is for your own good. The more rest you get the faster you will get better. So please, stay put and listen to the doctor."

"Fine, but I am going to get out of this bed soon. I'm not going to die like this, like a damn helpless child."
His arms went up as he spoke and fell. Robin felt bad for her father, she hated seeing him like this. It reminded her of her mother but some how this was worse. Robin gave a sigh before patting her father's hands and standing up.

"I'm going to the shop. The nurse will be here soon if you need anything."

Robin turned and walked to the door turning back as she was about to leave, as she watched her father lay back down in bed his face full of sadness. She walked down the stairs and out the front door. She walked with her hands in her pockets and her head down almost running into people as she went. Robin walked on autopilot turning right at the corner than across the street stopping in front of the reddish oak door as she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. The small bell rang as the door opened into the small shop. There were glass cases lined from the door all the way to the back, where wooden shelves held boxes of gears and parts. The glass cases were full of nick-knacks and unique trinkets that most couldn't find anywhere else. Robin walked to the back and pass the clothe that hid the back workshop from the front. She sat down at her desk putting her face in her hands as she started to cry. It didn't take long for her to grab the necklace around her neck in her right hand finding a slight comfort in the object. As she held the necklace she sent a silent prayer up to her mother asking her for strength to get through the day.



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Realizing that he probably wasn’t going to get a chance to respond until Enor got all her thoughts out in the open, Lucien started on the breakfast. Though simple it was more than tolerable and certainly more than he felt up to doing most mornings. He got about halfway through the plate before Enor ran out of things to say and trailed off.

Waiting half a beat to make sure she really was done, Lucien swallowed and wiped his lips on the napkin Enor had placed beside the plate.
“Well I suppose the easiest way to answer those would be in order,” he commented with a light chuckle, not a derisive one but good-natured, hoping to put Enor back at ease, “It’s fine, in fact it’s very good. I so rarely cook in the mornings I admit I’m a bit surprised there was anything to use at all. And my back is fine, thank you; I often end up asleep at my desk so I don’t even notice it anymore.” While he spoke he started picking at the knot on his cravat; apparently he had been very tired indeed – or too wrapped up in his project – to forget to remove it the night before.

“As for the shirt you needn’t worry,” he said, finally getting the knot undone, “Just leave it on the bed when you change back and I can see to it.” Actually that kind of presented a new problem since she only had the one outfit there…it wouldn’t be too hard for agents to figure out who had been responsible for last night if she went back out, obviously dressed the same. “And actually allow me to lend you another cloak as well,” he couldn’t very well send her out in his silk opera cloak, it would draw its own attention, “You’ll need something to cover up your gear and I’m at Ruzty’s often enough that I can reclaim it the next time I’m in.”

He wondered a bit where the almost overly self-assured Rebel of the other night had got to but Lucien had to admit he preferred this Enor. There hadn’t really been anything wrong with her the night before, mind, but it had felt more like he was talking to a role than a person. His eyes followed hers when they fell to her lap and landed on the device on her hand, “Lastly, yes it is. The tickling is the aether while the itching is your hand healing itself. Once the itching is done you can turn it off there,” he leaned forward to indicate where the switch was, “And take it off. The skin will be a bit raw and pink for a while but with a little time it will return to normal.”
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                                                  Location: Lucien’s House

                                                  Enor raised a hand, ready to reject his proposal to help her again when a thought came to her. The cloak would cover her clothes, and since she would be wearing the assassins gear from the night before, then it would be best to let Lucien give her aid once more. She smiled and nodded, knowing there really wasn't much of a choice. If she was seen on the roofs, if she was able to climb that again, then would be be able to go unseen? It was broad day light, and people would notice someone on the roofs, despite the fog that seemed to layer just above the roofs of the entire city.

                                                  " Thank you. I really do owe you at least a drink or two for helping me so much."

                                                  A thought came to her then. She looked around and spotted a current calendar on his wall beside the workshop door. Looking at the date, a smile crossed her lips and she once more moved in her seat to get closer to Lucien. This time, the hand on his knee was an innocent one, mainly to illustrate her excitement as she spoke.

                                                  " Today, there is going to be a small party at the tavern. I'd like it if you could come. I know Addie has given you tickets to her show tonight as well, but if you find it in you to join, i'd really appreciate it. There will even be a small private dinner in one of the boxes, you'd be a personal guest of mine if you could..."

                                                  Her eyes peered into his, hopeful and nervous about the brazen act of asking a gentleman to meet that night for drinks and dinner. Basically, asking him to a date...



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“Please, you embarrass me by making too much of my contributions,” protested Lucien laughingly. After all, the only things he’d done were to put some paperwork through and gave Enor a place to hide out for the night, nothing to make a big deal over. He was about to tell her not to go to the bother when he realized from her expression that it wasn’t just an attempt at balancing the scales, it seemed she really would like him to come. “But…I would be delighted all the same.”

He couldn’t keep his eyes from darting down to her hand on his knee, it wasn’t uncomfortable or anything but he was certainly aware of it. Though again it, like Enor last night, felt totally different; then it had been an obvious ploy played by the aforementioned persona while now…she really didn’t seem to have noticed that she’d done it. Then again he was well aware that for all his skill with the hard sciences, the soft sciences – like psychology and the other social sciences – were far from his field of expertise so it could all be a bunch of horse feathers.

“I actually already took Miss De Vries up on her offer last night,” he explained, “It’s why I was out in the first place.” And a lucky thing it had been too, else Enor would have had to keep running. “So what will we be celebrating?”
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                                                  Location: Lucien’s House

                                                  The moment he agreed to join her that night at the tavern, her mind was racing on preparations as well as party favors. Addie would want to have a small show on the stage with her, as she did the last two years in a row. Enor let her smile increase the more she thought about that night, that when he asked what the celebration was her mind froze. Her head nodded, now understanding why he was out last night and slightly glad that Addie had not snatched him up for a late night drink. Still...

                                                  Should she tell him? He seemed to not be much older then she, yet being such a baby face, Enor didn't know if it was something to brag about or not. None the less, she had to reply to him.

                                                  She tilted her head slightly to the side, letting her lose dark hair swing down and around to her shoulder. Enor let her eyes wonder from his own to his nose. Moving up to the chocolate brown hair he had loosely tied and lips then down his neck and toned torso. From there, they followed the shoulder to the fork in his hand and then the plate of food. She really did not wish to tell the truth, but why would she lie? Age, to a woman, was different then that of a man. To him, it was not very important, but to a woman....

                                                  She was past her proper marriage age, and getting closer to spinster. But who had time in these days for anything but work. Both illegal and legal. Still, she sighed softly and gave a weak smile before taking a long blink and looking into Luciens eyes once more to reply truthfully.

                                                  " Well...It's my birthday. I'll be a full twenty-five annuals. Another year older, and another year to have a reason for friends to gather, talk and eat good food. Monty is cooking of course, so there is little to fear as far as the meal goes. "



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Lucien’s eyebrows went up, “Well then, allow me to be the first to wish you a happy birthday and many happy returns.” He had to admit to some surprise – for the nth time that morning it seemed – that she’d told him how old she was turning. Most women preferred to keep the secret and it would have been perfectly acceptable for her to be vague as to the actual number. Personally, he’d never seen much point. As the cliché went, age was just a number and to him at least this was true; he’d met fifty-year-olds that were far less mature than some of their twenty-year-old counterparts. And of course the other way around as well but that only served to illustrate the point further.

He had no idea what was going through her mind but Lucien would have had to be blind to miss Enor looking him up and down. What was she thinking…? He wouldn’t ask though.
“It’s really not that bad,” he said, choosing instead to defend her cooking. His nose hadn’t stopped working so he was aware that there had to be failed attempts lurking somewhere in the kitchen but what she had ended up plating really was fine. She probably wouldn’t take his word for it though so he changed the subject, “So what time should I be where and what will the dress code be?”
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Vinny felt very exposed without the hand. He'd gotten far to used to it, and without it he felt like he needed to hide. It wasn't necessary, as there were few people who would cross him, and fewer still who would continue to cross him after they found out who he was. He wondered for a bit then, what kind of person would stop him. Obviously a naive person, or one oblivious. Perhaps one who didn't even know of him. For a moment, he kind of wanted one of these to stop him. Just to see what would happen. It would be amusing, to say the least. Unless whoever it was went out of their way to annoy him, he'd probably just laugh it off and take the person out for a drink. As he thought about drink, he'd remembered that he hadn't had any in a while. Best to head to his own haunt for a bit and grab a quick whiskey.

He quickly descended to the lower city, deeper and deeper. Most people wouldn't dare come near here. The low-life that lived here were of the kill-first-steal-second variety. Dangerous to anyone unable to hold their own. Vinny took a quick turn into a valley that seemed almost too well hidden from sight. Inside the alley was a single doorway, through which he entered into a dark bar called simply, "Darken". As soon as he entered, he made directly for his seat. It was in a corner, above the rabble. Vinny decided to take the most direct route and bolted up the ladder to the table. A tricky piece, that ladder. You wouldn't see it if you didn't know it was there. Blended too well with it's surroundings. As he got to his seat, a bottle of whiskey was waiting, with a salt-covered steak as a side. He slowly dug into the meal, doing the best he could with only one useful hand.

As he settled, the rest of the bar seemed to become a slight bit more friendly. They considered it a good day when Vinny showed up. This usually meant that bar fights wouldn't happen. If they did, they didn't last but a few seconds. Not too long ago, the owner made a deal with Vinny. Whenever he showed up to the bar, he would have a seat waiting for him with food and drink. In exchange, he would end any fights that began in the bar. In the long run, it saved the owner a ton of money, and Vinny got a free meal. Wasn't the best, but the cook made sure to use only the best steak and salt he could get his hands on. Even so, the cook had learned to do wonders with the tasteless food of the 'Under City', as some called it. He enjoyed the arrangement. After the first month or so, fights almost ceased entirely when he showed up to the bar. It usually meant a quiet hour or so.
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                                                  Location: Lucien’s House

                                                  She smiled and leaned away from him to bow her head in thanks, a light blush on her cheeks. Slightly from embarrassment, but also that, of all the people in the world she knew, this man she met not but the day before managed to make her heart flutter a bit like a young girl from a few, simply innocent words. Clearing her throat, she looked up to him again and smiled brightly with a little chuckle on her lips.

                                                  " Thank you...it seems I am saying that alot to you these last few moments."

                                                  Here, she could not hold in the chuckle. It was true, she thanked him for the bed, for his help, for the clothes as well as for the aid he gave her wounded hand and the complement to her food. She knew she was not a great cook, but it still helped her ego every so slightly. Looking down at it a moment, she tried not to think if the strange sensation and instead let it settle on her lap. Speaking of which, she looked to her hand still on his knee and pulled it away as if he suddenly became too hot to touch. Looking up at him to see his reaction, she hoped he did not take her actions negatively. Sometimes, her hands wound touch the person she talked with for no reason other then she wanted to make sure they felt her words. Emotions often could play tricks, but like words, she did not say what she did not mean half the time.

                                                  Able to think clearly, she tapped her chin in thought and caught his eyes once more.

                                                  " Well, I think some time around six in the evening should be fine. It will be a formal event, but nothing too uncomfortable. I think..maybe....red tones for you. If you don't mind....maybe even this red?"

                                                  She motioned to the collar of the shirt, pulling at it a little so the collar opened slightly to reveal a little of her collar bone.



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Azra wandered through the city. She lived just on the edge of the lower city, perhaps the worst area there was. She found it ironic that there was a perfect view of the Tower of Leaders. She took a wrong turn and found her self in a dead end alley. She was only mildly displeased, she got lost in this city all the time, until a man stepped out of the shadows, blocking the exit to the alley. He held a large crude knife in his hand.

"Give me your money and I promise I won't hurt you sweetie." He said. Azra thought it was a very weak attempt at theft, but who was she to judge.

"That's nice." Azra replied with a cold smile. She patted her mechanical hand against her swords, "But I think I'll pass."

"Not a step closer honey, I'm warning you." He said waving the knife around a bit.

"Is that so?" Azra said doubtfully. In one quick motion she grabbed his wrist with her mechanical hand and forced him to drop the knife, "You wouldn't dare."

"What?" He asked. Azra shook her head and elbowed him in the head, knocking him out. He slumped to the wet pavement.

She shook her head as she went through his pockets. She felt somewhat bad about taking all his money, though he was planning to do the same to her. She left a few coins, knowing full well that someone else would probably come along to take the rest. Somehow she had gotten a cut on her cheek.

She left the alleyway, realizing that she was much further into the lower city than she had anticipated. She glanced around the alley way and spotted a half open door that seemed to be some sort of bar. A small sign above the door labeled "Darken" affirmed her assumption. Good, She thought, she needed a drink after that. She entered the bar, finding it to be relatively calmer than she would expect for the lower city. She sat down on an empty bar stool.

"One beer please. And could I get a rag or something for this," She asked, vaguely motioning to her bleeding cheek. The bartender gave a sort of nod and disappeared. Azra waited patiently, thoughtfully tapping her metallic fingers against the counter.
End Location: Darken Bar
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The bartender returned with an old rag and tossed it to the girl, then returned to his business. A rag was one thing, but down here, coin was first and foremost. "No drink without coin first, miss. You'll get your change when the drink is finished, or not finished. Whenever you're done with it, I guess."

Vinny kept tabs on most of the people, noting the newcomer as well. Not too often a person simply wandered into the place. No matter. He'd only gotten half way through his drink, and the rest needed finishing. As did his steak.

He took another bite of the steak and washed it down with the whiskey. Steak-alcohol had an interesting aftertaste. Most people didn't care for it enough to try a second time, but Vinny couldn't get enough of it. Or, to be more exact, he had to. Blasted body was an amazing piece of work, but it's cons didn't always equal out to the pros. It was a bit of a love-hate relationship with his own body. Not a situation most people wanted to be in.

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