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Alcinia looked out from where she was waiting within the wings of the stage. It wouldn't be long before it was her turn to perform as well. She fluffed the black feathers of the boa that encircled her neck and breathed out slowly. Even though she hated to admit it, she always got just a teeny bit nervous before actually performing. She shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortable standing in those red stilletos partially encrusted with tiny red gems. They kept digging into her feet, and her idleness was more than enough to make her very aware of the pain.

She felt a shiver run down her spine while she waited.

Odd...

Something wasn't right tonight.

Ears that had long since been deaf to magic tuned into the siren's voice, the sweet melody and pitch as the ghost could tell this would be worth listening to even though she had only sung the first line.

But that nagging feeling would not leave her be, she had 'haunted' this place quite a bit, and had always felt it her duty to warn the special occupants of danger should it arise. Now, with the siren onstage, and those waves and throbs of evil coming closer and closer with each moment, she was gone from the crowd, up on the stage, and whispering in the siren's ear, for her ears alone.

"Evil is near... heed your instincts and run.." This wasn't the first time she had given this warning in this place, and last time the poor girl went into a state of hysterics that made the other girls think she had gone quite mad and not believe a word of what she was trying to say. There had been rumors of course, about a bodiless voice that would whisper to the dancers about things just before they happened.

This time, Nika was not sure, but she knew that if it was coming anywhere near here, all these mortals would be in danger. She would never wish the same kind of lonely existance that she had on anyone but the evil, and even then it had it's limitations.

The Ghost just hoped this one was built of more solid stuff..

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Watching the crowd from behind the singer, she frowned to herself, though no-one could see her. It seemed that the Siren wasn't going to listen, and place all the people in that club in mortal peril.

'Bloody pride..' She thought to herself, then, the waves became stronger, and she was able to spot the 'source' of the vibes instantly, like a moth to the flame she sort of glided over to him, his bath-robe looking very odd indeed in a club such as this, and the ruby eyes staring profixedly at the singer. Nika became distressed, which was to say that a few peoples smiles about her dissapeared as her emotions surrounded her like an aura untill she was but five feet from the strange and dangerous man.

She appeared behind him, dressed differently and her hair now a startling blondish-white color. It had many outer layers and hung loose down her bare shoulders from the tank-top she wore. Bright green eyes peeked out from long fluttering lashes, heels making her appear taller and the shorts skirt making her legs look longer. She surpressed a grimace at her appearance before concentrating hard and picking up a tray from the nearest table. She was dressed as one of the waitresses now, her face full of smiles as she greeted the man, her voice a soft, sultry, musical sound.

"May I get you something to drink sir?" She asked with a girlish edge to her new voice. She would have loved to get into his mind at that moment, except she was concentrating too hard on holding the solid tray in her arm. None of this showed on her face though, she had to try and get this man out of here somehow!

Hybrid stared at the map and began to touch a few areas on it. He would wait for all the members of his party to return, then they would go out to meet his friend and his pet. His eyes stared at the map and then it slowly faded away as he turned back around to assess who was still there at the moment. He contemplated for a moment and then took the blades Zaniah had left him into a room, leaving those who had stayed there.

Sounds would emit but only echo in the room as he was fixing them up. It was a process no one else would be allowed to see. After all, that would ruin the greatness of it right? He was a adept man, at least in the art of magic, and so that made life somewhat easier for him, if nothing more than a shell of what it could be. Hybrid was literally concerned with very little at the time being.

His eyes stared down as he worked the metal into a sharpened point, the hammer that slammed into the blades was covered in ruins, and glowing continually. The blue glow brightened with every fall of the hammer, and then finally the ringing would stop. He looked down at it and nodded his approval. He lifted the now glowing weapon. It had a few ruins in a strange language upon it.

He would walk back out the weapons in their sheaths and set it at her place at the table. He himself would walk back and wait to see if anyone else wished to see some weapons. They would be of the best quality he could offer at the time, with short notice at least.

Arkus had simply been sitting in the room, and Hybrid left, sharpening, assumingly, Zaniah's weapons. He crossed his arms and watched as Hybrid returned, and he still continued leaning on the back two feet of the chair, propped up with an elbow to the next table, a hoof up on the one he sat at.

"So, Hybrid." He said, looking at the man with a discerning eye, as Hybrid brought back Zaniah's weapons. "Indulge me. I wish to see what you have in store for all of us. I must admit that it would take some effort to find a weapon that is useful to me.. if I do say so myself." Arkus was proud of what he could do with very little. His bare hands and hooves and horns his only weapons.

Though perhaps there were a few things he could improve upon. Ranged combat was certainly not his strength; he often had to take cover in the face of those contraptions called 'guns.' However he often overcame that.

Also, there was a small matter of how huge he was and how easy he was to hit. Arkus vaguely remembered minotaur ceremonial armor. It included sheathes for the horns, plates upon the back and chest, chainmail on the rest, for the most part. Gauntlets that had claws instead of regular fingertips, special hoof 'boots,' if they could be called that, which made a kick from the minotaur much more deadly than it already was.

However perhaps his greatest weakness was this thing known as 'magic.' He had no idea how, why, or really any basic understanding of it, and he did not trust it at all. The main reason why he didn't trust Hybrid was that he reeked of magic, employed it on a regular basis. However were he to come across something useful that was indeed magical, he would have no quarrel with using it. Such was his somewhat hypocritical view upon magic.

"Show me." He stated more than asked. "You've caught my interest." He chuckled, grinning a bullish grin.

((Crap.. gotta remember what Zaniah was doing last now xd ))

Holding tight to the towel as she made her way to her room and changed into a pair of close-fitting, tough old jeans. The drow looked into the same mirror she had just two days ago, her life having been so much different and simple then.

After she had applied new, CLEAN bandages to her wound, she slipped on a bra and a plain red t-shirt, drying her hair with a quick ruffle of her towel. She came out of the room bare-foot, to find food on the table, and Cale sitting at the opposite side of the table. It was simple, just some pasta and tomato sauce, but it's importance was not lost on Zaniah... 'What the... he NEVER cooks..' came into her mind as she furrowed her brows. Blue-flecked ebony eyes looked on with caution as she settled herself at the small table with the man.

She started putting food on her plate, though not feeling especially hungry anymore as a thought popped into her head. 'This is the last meal I'm ever going to eat with him..' And on that note she had a very silent meal with him. Then, letting out a sigh she put her fork down and sat up straighter, facing him with a calm face.

"Cale, I'm going to be staying somehwere else tonight..." When the man grunted his aknowledgement, Zaniah went further.. "I'm not going to be coming back." She pushed away from the table and went back to her room. She grabbed a back-pack from her closet and began to stuff clothes and her 'tools' into it. She did not see Cale's shocked face, faintly heard the fork clatter to the marble floor, then the scraping of the chair against the floor and footsteps as she finished grabbing the last few things.

Her door flew open just as the drow had finished closing her back-pack. As he grabbed her arm and turned her around, she twirled suddenly and drove a deceptivly dainty hand into his gut. Coughing and gasping, he sunk to his knees and doubled over. The drow left the room with a determined look on her face, as if she was trying very hard no to let something show.

"DON'T try to stop me Cale, you'll understand someday. Don't forget to watch the news tonight.. Goodbye.." And with that, she was gone out the door, her helmet, keys, and jacket gone from their places and speeding off on her bike. She felt horrible, she had just hit Cale, and left him without giving any reason as to why she had left.

But she hid it all, under a stony glare and a stoic face, as she headed back towards the bar.