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((Awwwyis, let's turn this into a threesome. emotion_awesome ))

[Hera]

Hera watched as another man entered the cafe. Like Isra he did not appear to be from Olympia. He seemed nervous, or at least cautious. She wondered if that was how she had looked when she'd stumbled across this place. She continued to watch as he settled down, ordering something from the waitress. She shifted in her chair, unable to shake the feeling that something about this place just... Well, it seemed to draw people into it. People in trouble, or in need of something. It provided shelter, water, food... Who had created it and why?

The Hero still wasn't sure if everybody that came in here was safe. What if it did not discriminate? She shivered at the thought. The Elite, and the Guard for that matter, wanted nothing more than to find her. What if it granted their wishes, too?

Mordecai, Demonic Vigilante Cowboy

The Ta'arlock let out a snort as the black trench coat clad figure reined it in. Dismounting the unholy creature, the ebony skinned vigilante looked up at the building he came to with his golden eyes.

He was Mordecai, a legendary demonic vigilante cowboy who came from a world that was not as different from ours, but seemed trapped in the old west scene, but was infested with demonic creatures and evil beings he vowed to destroy.

The Ta'arlock nudged him, indicating that it was hungry. Patting it on the neck, he made a motion for it to go hunt. Shifting his coat to conceal his two six-shooter revolvers, save for his single-shot shotgun that was slung over his shoulder, Mordecai pushed the door open, making the little bell over the door jingle.

The silver spurs on his black leather boots chimed as he made his way over to a nearby table, not too far from where Isra and Hera were located and lit a cigarette.

((you can throw in another character, Aurin. I decided to throw Mordecai in....lol))

((Sorry for the delay guys. Yesterday I got my housewife on and spent way too long baking a pie. XD))

[Hera]

"I don't think I have much hope," Hera said with a sigh. "It's all looking pretty grim from here. I don't even know where to start. Although two weeks wandering sounds rough as all hell, too. I'm sorry that you haven't found what you're looking for." Mesekher. That was another word she wasn't going to even try to pronounce, and although Isra had described the creature she couldn't picture it in her mind. It sounded monstrous, like something out of a nightmare. Anything bigger than a scorpion with that kind of venom could stay in the desert, thank you.

She leaned in a little closer just as the door opened and another girl entered. This one looked like she was dressed to impress, although not exactly in any way Hera would like to be.

"It's like a convention," she whispered. "Can you believe all of this?"


((I wonder if I should bring in another character, just for funsies. I might! I have a bunch more that also need fleshing out, but first we need to work out the dynamics of this group I guess... emotion_awesome ))

[Hera]

"Owns?" Hera asked, her lips growing tight. "You mean like... literally?" She hoped this was some kind of joke, but from Isra's demeanor and the other girl's attire - not to mention that tattoo - things didn't look good. "I didn't... You're really not from Olympia, huh."

She watched the girl for a moment, once again sweeping from her head to her toes. This time she felt differently about her, sympathetic but kind of numb. In Hera's world this would be a time for her leap into action, to save human rights and all that. But here? Everything was just that little bit wrong, just slightly out of place.

"I guess that's what it's like in your world," she said. "Slaves. Are they... common? I thought I'd seen everything, but not people in... captivity." She didn't say it, but she was at least pleased that this capitivity seemed relatively easy to wander out of.

Noah the Storyfinder

The man stumbled through a door, bringing with him a fair amount of the rain from outside. Wrapped around him was a dripping cloak that had not kept the storm from soaking him to the bone. Puddles formed beneath his feet as he made his way to the bar, muttering apologies for the mess under his breath. Noah threw himself onto a barstool and let out a long sigh. "Something strong, please," he said as he pulled back his hood.

Noah's long copper hair was contained in a thin ponytail, and much of it stuck to his face and neck. His skin was darkened from years under the sun, though he looked at the moment as if he hadn't seen it in a long time. There was a weariness to his slouch, a despondence to his gaze. His first glance around the establishment brought new life to him, however, as he slowly straightened on the stool and his eyes widened in interest.

He studied his surroundings in silence for a moment before he left the bar, his drink untouched, and walked to an occupied table. Usually he was eavesdrop from a distance, but such a place required more direct investigation. Noah glanced between the man and woman seated there before his eyes settled on the woman who seemed as though she'd seen better days. "Sorry for the interruption," he said, bowing his head slightly in greeting. "Would you mind if I sat here?"

[Hera]

Hera didn't know what to say. It was far from customary for this kind of infringement on human rights where she was from - but that was precisely it. Where she was from was not the only place ever to exist. "We've not had slaves since before the Crash," she said slowly. She studied the man a little closer, but was surprised to find that she didn't hate him. She should, she was sure of it. He broke every rule that Olympia had ever laid down; he had enslaved another human being for use like common property. But here that didn't seem to matter. "I suppose you must be very rich then," she added.

The door slammed opened and a vicious wind cut through the cafe. In its wake was a man. He seemed broken, cold, empty. Hera eyed him suspiciously as he headed towards their table, but didn't have the heart to turn him away. She nodded at the man's request.

"Sit," she said. "Please. Warm yourself. Whatever place you travel from has brought with it the icy touch of winter. I do not envy you." She smiled. "Do you have a name?" She extended her hand.

((Sorry again guys. Life got away from me again. XD))

"No slaves," Isra mused, chewing on a piece of ice and making it shatter between hid teeth. "I can't imagine how our economy would run without it. Is yours strong?"

Who would do all of the manual labor? Who would work the mines and shipyards? Obviously, the slave trade would collapse altogether. He saw a very dark time for his country if slavery was ever abolished.

The woman inquired if he was rich, and he frowned slightly. "Sort of," he began hesitantly. "My family is very rich. My grandmother, really. When she dies, it all goes to my aunt, and when she dies it goes to my cousin. I live off their good graces with an allowance. The only reason they haven't married me off is because I hunt these sand dragons and bring the family a fair chunk of wealth through that."

He had the feeling that they were making plans for him, though. He would probably be married and taken in by another family, although they were sure to be wealthy. He was a bargaining chip, and his family would benefit, surely, by an alliance made with another house through his marriage.