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Hybrid looked over at her for a long time, his eyes seeming to say, 'You've got to be kidding' He shook his head and turned to look at her, as if examining her, for a long time. Then his words slowly came out, picked carefully and precisely. He was a man of words that were chosen and used when needed. Sometimes he spoke more to explain, but that was only to those who needed it. On a whole he was very silent, and preferred this.

"Zaniah...you get what you have. You wanted your blades instead of the things I could give you to replace them. They are of drow make so I felt I should make it to drow quality. The runes...mean just about nothing. They will give you no magical prowess, and make the blade no stronger than before. More or less, they are there to look pretty.

"The blade, as I'm sure you've noticed, is very sharp, that will last as long as a normal blade's sharpness lasts. Usually about 20 people normally, so yours will last to about 25 if you're lucky. I told you Zaniah, when I was taking you out of the police station, I would give you a better weapon, and everyone else one too, but you refused to let go of a past that doesn't exist, and will never again exist for you...but I suppose drow are stubborn, and as such wish for instant gratification instead of patience and those other virtues. Sorry for such a dissapointment."

He once again turned, as if this news was boring him and was preparing the few things he needed so that they could all leave. He then spoke absently to Arkus in a conversation seeming tone. The prior one that was to Zaniah seeming a bit...cold or harsh. "There is no shell loaded in that weapon by the way Arkus...just to make sure if you tried to pull the trigger that it wouldn't blow something off you or of my room. The ammo is varying for the gun as I said. The normal ammo does very powerful damage, and usually throws the opponent back, while the long range is something of a sniper power, but less hit. So you can hit farther away, with a shotgun type blast, but not as hard. The medium, is well, the medium of the two of course. But the special bullets...these are imbued bullets, with elements or anything else you can imagine, traps, special abilities. Whatever you can imagine, can be made. Those are your special bullets. Remember, you have to get a feel for your gun. Load the right type of ammo because you can't mix and match. There are different feels for each type that you will be able to find by looking in the right place, or in a place I have it stowed. They have altering notches and grooves for easy detection." In a way, this large bull man was becoming something like Hawkeye from the comic books, the few still in print or that could be found.

Hybrid nodded when he saw all were ready and then stopped at the door looking back at Na'fiel. "Ah, my fault. I forgot to mention. Carrying a gun around, though handy, isn't advisable, at least in plain sight. If you notice Arkus' weapon, it will hold to his leg or arm. Where he decides to put it. Your weapon is obviously a bit more advanced. It will form into a gauntlet, a glove, or whatever else you want. It is easiest to keep concealed that way. This weapon that you have Na'fiel will change as fast as you can think or as slow. In essence, just ask the weapon in your mind to change into what you consider to be the weapon you need...now to the bar."

He turned and swept from the door, his cloak fluttering up for less than a second to reveal the predictable weapons as well as a few new things. A few vials and other items of use. He walked through the dark hallway to the mirror and stepped through it easily. He moved into the lit hallway and walked towards the end of it, his steps sure and calculated. The people on the way wouldn't notice them much. It was only barely coming towards daylight, and the cloaks they wore were special. They...shaded who the person really was. At least, for those that didn't know it's power. Only friends could see the truth inside the hood.

Hybrid walked forward through the main area tipping his head to the bartender who smiled back and nodded his head as well. He also acknowledged each of the others as they left the bar. It was a nice bar and place to dance, but it was old, and wasn't the best place anymore. Hybrid walked down the street slowly, making sure not to lose those behind him. He was heading towards another bar. One where someone he knew was waiting for him. That man and his 'kitten' most likely. Hybrid knew the truth of everything it seemed, but it was in essence a limited knowledge. He knew there was something different about the kitten, but couldn't place it.

That of course, didn't matter nor did it apply to him. He walked slowly towards the bar named 'The Rusty Talon.' He didn't find the name especially inviting, but it was well known and liked. It had a large dance floor, DJ's throughout the day and night, as well as many many bars and casino type tables for less than legal activities. Hybrids' golden eyes shone with a light of power and greatness. He knew something was coming, but not even he would be able to see the end of this adventure...

Apparently a bit bored with the fight, a tiny figure straightened itself up from where it had been lounging across the bar. The figure stood on all four paws, blinking one gold and one blue eye at the man who had been in the center of the fight. For all appearances, Jaden was a kitten. Small and black, it stretched right there on the not-likely-very-sanitary counter. Her yawn said, far more eloquently than words could, that she was quite glad Connor was done proving he had the most testosterone in the bar.

Lightly and silently, she hopped down from the counter onto a barstool just as the tender was standing back up from behind the bar. He did know just how unclean the place was, but he still would not have approved of the small animal lighting on the surface as she had been. As though to prove to herself that she was far more clean than the bar was, she lifted a single back foot to her mouth, picking a bit of dirt from beneath a single claw.

Her ears perked up as Connor announced the imminent arrival of their mutual acquaintance, Hybrid. This should at least prove interesting. Putting the rear leg back where it was supposed to be, Jaden took a moment to groom her whiskers with a front paw, then slipped easily down to the floor. Delicately, she picked her way through the fallen combatants toward Connor, looking up at him reproachfully as she reached him. It was rather rude of him to leave them all in her way. Glancing at the door once, she twined around Connor's ankles, dicolored eyes coming to rest on the door expectantly. Oh yes, at least things would be interesting now.

Na'fiel nodded and simply willed the gun into a glove. It did so, quickly. She had to admire Hybrid's creativity. Giving her items that would definately be benefitial to her. Creative and perceptive in knowing exactly what she would need. For a moment, but only a moment, she considered leaving with the items. That moment passed quickly as she dismissed the thought.

Leave and go where? Wherever she went there wouldn't be anyone to welcome her. Chances were that they'd be hunted down by the police again. Going back to jail didn't seem like the most pleasant way to spend the rest of her life. She shrugged and followed Hybrid back out of the bar.

"This is turning out to be more and more interesting..." she mused to herself, flexing her hand with the glove. Just to experiment, she quickly changed it into a small handgun and back into a glove. Hearing what he said about speed, she slowly changed it into a large rifle. Indeed, it did exactly how she thought, either slowly or quickly. Na'fiel grinned. Well, it would indeed come in handy.

((Shortblah))

((Talked to our other lady person and as it turns out she's busy with work, school and all that jazz, so the best thing is to just keep going, say that blood mage got tired and just went to kill some people and Zaniah got captured.))

Hybrid walked slightly behind the two remaining members of the party. So many seemed to be leaving. Z'Kort never returned, and Zaniah had been captured as suspect while walking down the street. She hadn't gotten her hood up in time and had been slightly lagging behind the group. Hybrid didn't exactly care, as it was their decision or mistakes, and in his business, there was no room for stupid mistakes. As the weapons being held by Arkus and Nafiel showed. The weapons weren't perfect, but they weren't flawed in the design or purpose.

His golden eyes stared from under the hood in thought as he then saw the bar, he noted Arkus move to use his weapon, and Hybrid simply smiled whispering to Arkus as he passed, "Now you see why there are no bullets in it at the moment, you'll get them soon. Besides, those are our allies you hear." He swept past the mermaid and the minotaur quickly moving through the doors, his cloak covering him. He entered the dim bar, a few lights flickering and bodies splayed along the floor. Yet the rest of the people still conscious didn't seem to care.

The only ones who did were a man who was standing not 15 feet from Hybrid, who had just stopped. His eyes stared at the man he knew as Connor Neilson, and then lowered to look at the kitten by his feet, or at least his eyes did. A person couldn't tell where he was looking at the moment with the dimmed lights and his hood so far up. Slowly the hood bent down slightly as he looked back up at Connor. "It's been a long time Connor. How has the post-Hybrid life been treating you?"

The man seemed interested, though only in sound, his eyes were looking around at the few people who had begun casting glances, they would have to leave soon or find a place to sit down at, because he hated stares. Nosy people were irritating to him in most senses of the belief. He simply sighed inwardly and then continued on with his stance, never having changed outwardly. He was glad to see Connor again, but they needed someone else. They now had two warriors, and a fighter. They needed a wizard, or someone magical...it would greatly help their cause in any case.

"You think too highly of yourself Hybrid." Hands slid smoothly into the pockets of his jacket, eyes falling to the groaning figure of some poor b*****d he'd messed up still crawling about, getting his blood everywhere. The fellow's fingers just grazed Connor's boots, a streak of dust spreading across the tip. He lifted the foot up and away, sending it back down with a swift kick to the man's skull, knocking him out with a thunk.

"Or rather, too highly of the impact you leave on people." He took two steps forward, covering three of the fifteen feet between them and pausing. They were still somewhat far apart, but it was a comfortable distance nonetheless. Like a stand-off, except the odds it would turn into anything more then two people looking at each other was unlikely indeed.

Connor cracked his knuckles calmly, signifying the end of his response.

As soon as Ipsolin's psychic abilities began to trying to invade Hybrid's mind a voice rose from inside her's. 'Do you think that what you do will not go unnoticed? You foolish ugly creature. Your mind is more open then a rat's. What do you want? False information that you are gobbling up? Stupid child. You try to toy with something so far beyond your comprehension that it would twist you inside out...Aasimar.' Hybrid looked at the woman with an unseen glance under the hood, but even she would feel a deepening chill in her bones.

All she would find out is something about a place called the Shadow, and that there was a great movement that was occuring. She wouldn't know who he was, what he was, nor what Shadow was. She would only be able to deduce what it was in her own mind. Hybrid had dealt enough with Dameon and other psychics. He didn't feel like dealing with someone like this who always got her way no matter what...it pissed him off almost like Z'Kort did.

His golden eyes matched Connors and then down at the kitten's. He returned Connor's stare and spoke slowly. "No matter how you feel what is real can't be denied. Come...let us depart this place. There are ears, eyes, and minds that dip into knowledge that they need not know. I came to offer you a job Connor. Whether you accept or not is your choice, but I promise you that you'll enjoy it."

He turned nodding to the two people that had come in behind him. "Come...I don't like the extra company here." He walked between them towards the door. He wanted all of them to follow him, and whatever the Aasimar did, was her own business. He simply didn't like people trying to pry into his head. It showed a lack of courtesy.