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Allen pushed a green-blonde bang away from his grey eyes. He smiled at River and Kaden's antics and stood up, "Good afternoon, River." He greeted, bending down to be at Kaden's level. He didn't seem to notice the sprite at the moment, but he was bound to get to her. "Excuse me, young man. Might I inquire as to why you're clinging to that lovely lady's leg?" He asked. He had an odd accent. It sounded as if he had been immersed in a culture with said accent, but was not exactly born with it.

Emy watched as spontaneously the place seemed to come to life. If they were to sit at the bar, she was ready to serve. Though she remained laying down.


Daniel came down the stairs, with a content sort of smile upon his face, and his hair falling all around it as he stepped. He spotted River, with someone he did not know on her legs. "Good day.." he greeted, standing back a bit, as Allen was up next to her, crouched down.

River side glanced at the bar and smiled at what seemed to a woman sitting over there- or something. She didn't turn her body away from Kaden the poor kid. " You are so neglected." River pointed out in a dull voice."Good morning- Daniel-sama." River said hearing him she wasn't used to him talking it was weird but she could pick him out well enough to know he was there.
Sighing River nodded to Allen with a small smile " Alright- I don't want him insulting people at such a young age that could end badly. " River cracked her knuckles and Kaden blinked at her confused before nodding to Allen. "I don't have a last name. Oh but my other name was Demon so is that my last name? The church gave it too me before I came here with Toto-san! She gave me this!" He said rubbing his neck where the small scar was. "Isn't it pretty?" He offered getting to his feet. "Drink?...." He looked at River waiting and she waved a hand giving him a funny look.

Emy sat up, some interest sticken in their conversation. They'd be heading this way soon. Getting up, the short little sprite headed down to the part of the bar nearest them.

Daniel leaves the trio to head for a booth. He had a strong feeling to not go and sit in the one with the art supplies, so he pulled out his own notebook and pen, and started to write. His hands were a bit shaky, and his eyes almost watery, as he tried to focus on what he was doing.

Trina murmured something in her sleep, unintelligible because it was in a mixture of English and her own language. Then she was silent again, face smooth and untroubled. A few more minutes passed before her eyes flickered open, taking in the muted colors of her own room. Trina sat up, eyes on a small golden object on the dresser. Normally, only Trina’s dictionary and poem books sat there, along with a bowl of clear water. Trina rose from her bed, the smallest traces of puzzlement on her features as she walked to the dresser. She had not placed it there. Even though Trina forgot things she did, she knew without a doubt that she had not put it there. “Odd…” She says softly to herself, left hand picking up the object to study it. It was a small clock, an object she recognized from her dictionary. The face was white and perfectly normal except for the absence of hands. Trina blinked. The clock ticked, but could tell no time. “Time…is meaningless…” Trina whispered to herself, dark eyes widening slightly. ‘When you are immortal.’ Trina remembered being told this, but she couldn’t recall when, or why. But the mere remembrance of the words sent a shiver through her, disturbing the very core of her mind, where so many parts of Trina slept. Trina dropped the clock, and the feeling passed.

(I'll be there in a few...*Is plotting out*)) Trina turned and headed into her bathroom to wash her hands. Trina’s bathroom had been altered from the standard issue, as Trina spent more time in the shower than on her bed. Along one wall, canyon blue counter tops sat atop oak drawers, a deep bowl sink housed in the middle. Several glasses were neatly aligned in a row next to the sink, all sparkling, all waiting to be used. A large panel of frosted glass divided a third of the bathroom, a three foot wide space near the wall for Trina to slip through. On the other side a shower head stuck out of the wall, a slight ledge three feet off the ground holding a simple shampoo bottle and a few other things. Over all, the bathroom was plain and spacey, if a little strange. For instance, the sink had a faucet, but no knobs to turn on or off the water. Same with the shower.

Lady Crystal awoke gently in her room. At least she was who the people at the Muffin would recall as Lady Crystal. She sat up on her bed and looked around the room looking forlorn and filled with turmoil over what she is or was.

Allen smiled at the sprite and tapped his chin as he thought. "Well, let's see... Actually, I'm quite in the mood for a strawberry daiquiri." He requested, sitting down on a barstool and beckoning Kaden to do the same.