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Something about the city must have really stuck with her that night because here was Cordelia yet again wandering the streets of Durem, that peaceful sort of zoned out look on her scaled face. And again she was alone and it was late at night. Perhaps the Frei was looking for trouble?

She stopped briefly in her aimless wandering when a large gathering crowd caught her attention. She tilted her head curiously at the lone man standing in the midst of them doing nothing from what she could tell. Why was everyone so interested in this human? Was he selling something?

And then it started and she was utterly captivated just like everyone else. The man turned out to be a street magician turning tricks right then and there with little props to showcase his talents. His first trick entailed the man floating an ordinary everyday light bulb. At first glance this would be seen as perhaps amateurish and boring, but soon a small glow started to shimmer within the bulb growing gradually until the bulb was fully lit in mid-air without anything touching it to produce such a phenomena. Of course this was verified by the magician quickly moving his hands all around the bulb to show that there were no strings or anything. Simply magic. The crowd, Delia along with them, eagerly clapped for more.

Though the magician had succeeded in capturing the basilisk's attention initially, he failed to keep her interest (moving on to floating himself and others) and she was now looking for an exit. Easier said than done as somehow she'd managed to be pushed to the inner sanctum of this group of bipeds and was effectively trapped due to their dedicated awe towards the street performer.

And just when she was starting to feel like it was hopeless, that she would never be freed from this man-made wall, something incredibly warm was wandering her way. As stifling heated as the closely knitted crowd was, it paled in comparison towards this unknown source. Slowly, Cordelia's silver eyes watched as the people dispersed some from what they considered uncomfortably warm, giving the two Raevans plenty of room to view one another and to move away now should they choose.

At the sight of three glowing horns on top of creamy flaming hair and the sound of the familiar, yet fond nickname, Delia's expression burst into one of great pleasure. "Zul!" she cooed, slithering her way quickly into his arms, personal space be damned. Once there, the snake hugged her dear friend tight and couldn't help rubbing her cold cheek against his gloriously warm sun-kissed chest with a happy chuckle. "I'm glad to see you. I've missed you."

His question prompted her to peer up at him with those slightly glazed orbs and blink slow. What was she doing here? Well she could ask him the same thing as she didn't see an 'Alix' anywhere just yet. Merely resting her chin on his chest briefly, not yet wanting to let him go, Cordelia sighed. "I'm watching a show. What are you doing?"

She beamed and hugged him tighter when she heard his response and felt that rumbling vibration course through his being, something Delia assumed was a sound of great pleasure and thus made her equally so. The two Freis stayed like that for a few moments, gaining some queer looks from the crowd about them, not that either of them noticed or would really care. Then like a gust of wind upon a wayward leaf, Zul was spinning her around and booming with joyous laughter. Briefly it caught her off guard, startling the poor snake to a point where her hazy veil was near to slipping off, but steel it did as it always does upon the mind of this young fledgling. This bout of hypnos was not through with her just yet.

Once the demon had calmed some, Cordelia managed a soft chuckle at his robust antics. There was only one of two ways that people whom knew her before now reacted to her sudden grasp of the English language, either to acknowledge it with a quiet awe or to, as Zul had just portrayed, shout it to the heavens. The smoke Raevan much preferred the latter, her black wings shuffling in pride at her friend's boasting.

"Thank you." the girl replied, her voice balanced perfectly between the origins of her soul and essence. Yet some would say it leaned more so towards the smoke with its velvet husk and low undulations. "Yes, I'm well. How are you? What..." Her grey eyes venture towards the shop Zul had just previously gestured towards. "What is this work you do?"

Cordelia simply smiled and nodded at the new information the baphomet provided her with. She wasn't entirely sure what it was he did exactly. Like why was Zul needed for heating the kilns and for moving bubbles? What purpose did it serve? Was the glass like the ones Ebony had at home in the cupboards with the other dishware? Or was it like the windows of their greenhouse? So many questions and yet the basilisk asked none, not wanting to come off as ignorant.

"No." she answered simple and sweet. But luckily Delia elaborated for her friend after a moment. "I live in Gambino not too far from the Laboratory. Ebby's there now, sleeping." There was a note of exasperation on that last word, as if it was so very inconvenient for the Frei that her human needed to sleep.

Quickly draping her arms around his bicep, hanging off the other as she was most known for, "I wouldn't mind company. I was getting bored again anyway. It's good you're here."

Drifting slow to his bus stop, many would note the noisy bar across and a ways down from them.

The younger Frei smiled pleasantly at Zul's words. He was happy to see her as she was him and now that they shared a common tongue, the female was eager to chat him up. Yet...Cordelia wasn't quite sure what they should talk about. Maybe her woman was right when she ranted about how people should be more prepared for all sorts of situations. But it wasn't like Delia expected to bump into the other. Just a happy surprise, and you couldn't prepare for surprises.

Luckily instead of the two floating there in awkward silence as they awaited Zul's means of getting home, the demon asked a casual question and gestured towards the lively area just across the street. Platinum orbs curiously viewed the building he was pointing out and watched as a couple of humans came tumbling through the doors, all looking like they'd forgotten how to use their legs as well as the volume of their voices as they talked and laughed loudly to one another mere inches away.

Shaking her pony-tailed head after a moment of quiet thought, "No. What is it?" Ebony never went to such seedy looking places and was careful to do her drinking out of the innocent gaze of her young charge. So the idea, let alone the actual existence of a bar was a very foreign thing to the basilisk. "Did you want to go there? I'll go where you want to go."

"A bar?" she asked back curiously. Tilting her head back and forth at the neon lit building, Cordelia too was confused as to why humans called it such. Wasn't a bar like a long piece of something? Like chocolate or soap? That was the only meaning she was familiar with after all. The basilisk sighed. English was a fickle language and no matter what level she mastered, Delia still found herself surprised to learn something new.

Patiently, the snake watched as Zul looked up to the sky and thought. She would happily accompany him at the bus stop and home if he wanted, but she'd just as happily go with him to this 'bar' as well. Hell she'd fly with him to the moon he was looking at now if the demon so chose. But tonight it looked like they'd be staying on Earth as Zul finally made a decision. "Okay."

As they crossed the street and drew closer to the establishment, Cordelia could pick up the sound of lots of voices and a blaring song every time the door swung open, which was surprisingly a lot. She could also pick up the distinct scent of something strong and bitter, or at least that's how it smelt to her. If it weren't for her catching a whiff of an unusually different scent of smoke, Cordelia might have asked the baphomet to go somewhere else. Yet now she eagerly urged him in, taking the lead as they floated into the crowded room.

He wasn't the only one feeling a tad overwhelmed by this drastically chaotic atmosphere they'd decided to explore as Cordelia's scaly eyes darted from one person or thing to another. Snakes had an uncanny knack for tracking movement, but so much in such a tightly packed and dimly lit area was beginning to give the basilisk a headache.

Rubbing her eyes vigorously to somehow remove the lingering visions of pulsing lights and twirling-whirling bipeds, Delia slowly replied, "I dunno. What do you want to do?" She waited for an answer, yet all Zul did was keep looking at her as if expecting something. That's when she'd realized her smokey voice had been lost in the sea of sound they were currently occupying.

The dark Frei breathed in deep (catching a bit of the delicious taste of the smoke from earlier, she'd have to remember to feed here before they left), Cordelia tried to make her voice go as high and loud as possible. A feat most grand indeed. Emphasizing the movements of her lips in hopes that her demonic friend could at least get a sense of what she was trying to say should her voice not carry as well as she thought it would, Delia slowly spoke the question again. "What do you want to do?"