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"Just a little case of mood poisoning. Must be something I hate."

Eve had a blank expression on her face, noticing that no one noticed her.

Sure, Chaim had told her this was going to happen but compared to him she practically didn't exist, she shrugged lightly figuring that it was because he had such a strong presence that it just shaded her own over.


When they reached the man she was standing behind her companion listing to the strangers story, It sounded plausible but told in a rather blunt sort of way. Then again if one did not care for supernatural it didn't matter what one saw one would not care.

Eve stared up at Chaim as he dragged her towards the bar she merely blinked when she saw his scowl. She could tell the man was not drunk enough to make such fine tales up but she was a bartender so she knew these thing but she decided not to mention it.

"I QUIT!" he shouted, his body shaking as if it was made of jell-o, his voice gaining the attention of a few police officers as a man with a bloodied shirt was lifted onto a gurney by two medics.

Eve jumped lightly when the yell reached her ears, she knew this voice she had to deal with it all week long. She perked up as she listened to the conversation a devious smile of satisfaction crawling onto her lips.

“Are you aware that it’s illegal to drink while bartending, Mr. Portman?” the policeman finally asked.


The woman tried to hold back a giggle since she knew who she was in the company of "Poor Stevie, such unfortunate luck he has." She quietly sneered. Eve froze for a second a cautiously looked over at Chaim giving him a sheepish smile "I know you like humans and everything but Steve it horrible."

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Belle shifted her small, dark tan backpack over her shoulders, sighing gently to herself as she walked through the streets of the city. Her pointed eleven ears were carefully hidden behind her long hair and walking along the streets, she simply appeared to be an exceptionally graceful, thin, tall, and beautiful woman. The only thing that ever threw off her appearance was her unnaturally bright blue eyes, so she kept them looking don as much as possible to avoid others' stares. She was wearing a dark blue dress with a white belt around the waist and brown boots, where her throwing knives were tucked rather conveniently into pockets sewn into the insides. Her bow and arrow were tucked into her backpack carefully, although the top of her bow was peaking out of her backpack just a bit. She had heard this place was home to many Defenders, or was at least a place they showed up relatively often. She'd been looking to join for ages, so the idea that this could possibly be her chance was making her slightly anxious. She was tired of wandering and searching, alone constantly. It was getting late and she was tired, as she'd traveled pretty far, so she was going to need somewhere to stay for the night. Unfortunately, money was also something she was lacking. Sighing once again, she spotted a park in the distance and allowed a small smile to creep onto her face, thinking that this might be a place she could safely crash for the night. Even if it wasn't going to be extremely safe, she trusted this small patch of nature more than the hard asphalt streets that surrounded her. She made her way over to the park and walked silently through the trees, breathing in deeply.

Her steps were silent and her movement so graceful that she barely made a noise as she walked through the park. It didn't seem to matter much anyway, there seemed to be almost no one there. The only person she could see was someone scribbling away in a journal, seemingly tuning out the world around him. Slowing her pace a bit as she approached the man, she studied him carefully, although she could currently only see his back. She sensed that he was more than he appeared to be, in-human by that matter, and slowed her pace a bit more, but didn't dare stop near him. She kept walking as she passed, only glancing back to get a look at the man after she had walked a good bit past him, her brilliant blue eyes darting in his direction and her pointed ear slipping out from underneath the cover of her hair momentarily before she tucked it back in, faced forward, and kept walking, hoping he hadn't noticed the slip. Even if he had, she wasn't too worried about it. He seemed too immersed in his journal to suddenly be interested in an elf and if she had been wrong about sensing that he was something other than human, he would probably just excuse it as a trick his eyes were playing on him.

However, at the same time that she didn't want him to notice, she almost wished he did. She wanted to know if he was in-human, and if so, if he was one that desired to hurt humans or to help them... or neither. Overall, she was very curious and ended up turning around and walking past him again, kind of retracing her steps.

Dontee noticed someone approaching towards him as he wrote in his journal, but due to the fact that it was a park... he sort of expected it, but then he could hear and smell a woman walk closer than normally at a slow pace, which made him slightly uncomfortable, due to it being not very common. He glances back to see the woman looking back towards him with brilliantly blue eyes and spotted a pointed ear peak out from behind her hair. "An Elf." He thought as he watched her walk for a second before looking back down to his journal, knowing better than just staring at her, for he knew how it felt at times to be stared at.

He shrugs his shoulders before once again writing in his journal, but then stops to shake his head with a smile when the woman had turned around and began to walk past. He looks up to her with a smile to tell her "You know, this bench is capable of holding you and me… you don’t have to wait until I leave to sit down on it; I won’t get bothered by people sitting by me.”

Dontee smiles with a nod. "It's fine... if all else fails, I can still write in it at home." He says in response. He looks down to his journal to write a few more things as she sat. When she asked what he was writing, he glances over and them chuckles when she begins apologizing. "Oh, no, it's ok. I was just writing about my events for the day... you know, like a daily log." He says as he sets his journal aside to turn a bit towards the woman. He offers his hand for a handshake. "My name is Dontee, what's yours?"

Agrona turned her head to look at the door as it creaked open enough to allow Xerxes' doll entrance.

"They said yes, they said yes!" the doll screeched as it ran to its master.

"Good to hear, indeed." Agrona's eyes fell to the doll. "And who, exactly, said yes?"



"Because I care for humans," Chaim began, glancing to Eve as two officers forced Steve to one of their cars, "doesn't mean I like every action that the race makes. I've been around this town often enough to know that he's not someone I'd use as an example as to why their race should be saved." He offered a smile. "So long as it's not at the pain of the injured man that you've found comical, then by all means, laugh."

He glanced to the bar. With the exclusion of Eve, the feel of non-human creatures had greatly diminished, leaving behind only the the faint echos of beings who had once been there.

A Peacekeeper was here, he thought in surprise at the familiar lingering aura of one of his chosen Guardians. Blinking away his shock, he turned his gaze again to Eve.

"I'm sure that those who witnessed the events inside won't be taken seriously with their blood filled with alcohol, and any wounded seem to be well cared for, so unless you have further business here, I believe a cup of coffee is in order?"

Agrona growled vehemently at Xerxes' reminder of her imprisonment.

"As much as I hate to admit it," she snarled, moving in front of him to look him in the eye, "self-loathing humans seem to fight the hardest. Are you telling me that you've been rounding up those scum?"