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Claudette finished sharpening the blade to her liking and casually stowed it back into the sheath on her back. Other than the elf, the shifter and the woman seemed uncomfortable due to the weapon, and Claudette really was interested in what they had to say, if anything at all. This new woman didn't seem to be an Immortal, but nevertheless, Claudette chose her words carefully.

"Never shot a gun, huh?" She asked. "It's easy. It's a powerful feeling, and if you choose to take that power, then it'll overwhelm you. Balance that power with motive, and no one can stop you."

She paused, finding her hand at the smooth, cold, metal barrel of her pistol.

"Want to try it?"

If she was an Immortal, she wouldn't need to use it. Magic would come easy to her. But if she was an ordinary human, Claudette wouldn't mind it -- so long as she didn't shoot her.

Svana watched carefully as the woman explained it. She supposed she would get a better idea seeing it in action. She said it was something of her own design though. The odds of coming across one in the battle field seemed slim.

"Interesting. It doesn't give you much in the way of length or reach. I bet it paints quite the pretty picture for anyone thinking to approach you, though." There was something to be said about intimidation.

Svana felt eyes on her. Turning slowly, she spotted the inquisitive look of a man. He didn't just stare. She studied her. Locking eyes, she matched him look-for-look. Whatever he wanted, he could either state it or look somewhere else.

She wasn't armed, her weapons still lying where she had thrown them down. It didn't bother her any. She doubted a fight would erupt. Those who were armed were sizing each other up. It was all posturing.

((Heyo PMS! I can't help but bring Svana out to play every once in a while))

Claudette breathed a sigh of relief. An Immortal would never even consider a gun, and yet she seemed to be entertaining the idea at least a little bit.

"Yeah. Why not? Just shoot a couple glasses," she gestured to the glass mugs that were lined up on the back wall behind the counter in the kitchen. "I'm sure they've got plenty more in the back."

She turned back to the elf.

"It might not have a range, but I can use it pretty quickly. Not everyone is going to pick a fight with this kind of a weapon."

((I know you wouldn't be able to stay away!))

Cassie thought about this, but only for a second. She shook her head, loose dark hair bouncing.

"Look," she said. "Thanks. But I don't want to cause any trouble."

She couldn't afford to pay the breakages anyway, and the last thing she wanted was to have the police on her back again. She sipped her coffee instead, and considered the tattooed woman. She was really going for it - fully costumed to the nines. Ears and everything.

"Do you guys... come here often?"

That sounded lame in her head, too, but it seemed like a fairly neutral conversation opener in an otherwise quite tense situation. She just wanted the gun-lady to put away her weapons. Real or not, they were starting to make Cassie uncomfortable.

"But you, uh, stumbled on it accidentally?" Cassie prodded. She wanted to get to the bottom of how she'd found this place, even if she couldn't figure out why these people were so odd. "I mean, like, you weren't intending to come here, were you?"

She paused. Thought some more, and then added, "I wasn't. And I've got no idea how I'll get home if this is some bizarro other dimension." She laughed, but even as she did, she realised she wasn't entirely joking.

God she hoped she could get home.

Who knows? Cassie fought the urge to become hysterical. After all, wasn't this what she'd asked for this morning when she prayed to a God she certainly didn't believe in? Perhaps this was punishment. She'd wanted a break, a holiday. Time away from Gran.

But Jesus, if she couldn't get home, without help would Gran remember to feed herself? Would she be able to find the toilet or would it be like that time she'd forgotten where it was and sat in her own soiled trousers for an hour while Cassie was with the lawyer?

Cassie shuddered at the thought. Fortunately, Marion was supposed to pop around before her shift started. Marion. She'd know what to do if Cassie didn't show up. She was smart, she was...

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right," Cassie said, although this woman hadn't really said anything. She was just reassuring herself. "Anyway, I didn't... I didn't catch your name. And, uh, where - what - exactly is the Magus?"

Sean turned away from the conversation he had been having and ran into the door. Pain shot through his nose, and he reflexively brought a hand up to touch it, then pinch it. That sent more pain through his face, and let a warm stream of blood flow through his fingers and down his arm.

"Drunk b*****d," he swore at the door, and then opened it.

Inside was not his cabin. It was a brightly lit building that was well cleaned and held an array of people. He'd have time to make small talk once he got something for his nose, so he quickly crossed the room to the bar.

Shorter than most and willowy due to the elf blood that mixed with the salt water in his veins, his long strides still managed a swagger.

"Whatever will let me stop feeling this," he said, his naturally boyish voice given an odd nasally quality from his pinched nose. The bartender nodded and grabbed something, while Sean tilted his head back and glanced to his side.

The elven woman was impressive, and had obviously gotten into a fight with something more dangerous than a door. He grinned, and tasted some of the blood that had made its way to his mouth through the scruff on his face.

"Hello, love."