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Hey, that works for him. She could do whatever the hell she wanted to, and chances are, the chimera wouldnt really put up a protest. Wasnt like he was her keeper or something.

So now it was his party. His one man party. But that was cool and all.

First order of business; scratch a spot behind his ear. Because it was itching.

With that deal of business taken care of, he went about his way wandering through the streets. Probably up to no good as usual.

"No, I'm not a religious man, why?" One of the tavern patrons said off to the side while Tzenidaar was enjoying his drink, having just so happened to listen in on the conversation without really realising it.

Whoever the man was conversing with, spoke very quietly. Perhaps this person was religious themself, and did not want to offend the greater powers. Or maybe it involved some sort of illegal deal, y'know, in a shady bar during the day. The chimera didnt know, he wasnt going to turn around and get involved.

"What is this nonsense about a dragon's mouth? I wouldnt want to get anywhere near one. And I already said I'm not a religious man, so stop telling me about a place between heaven and hell, I dont care." the man cut back in with an angry tone, "Go preach your prophecies to someone who cares and leave me be to my drink."

There was a shifting sound, like heavy clothe. He figured it must have been one of those cloaked figures which was talking to the man quietly. The door opened, spilling daylight into the room for a breif moment before the door closed.

Well, something sounded interesting enough for the chimera. not like he was doing much himself anyway, and this place seemed boring anyway.

He put the little money he had down on the counter to pay for his drink, and left, grabbing that massive cleaver with him to chase after something which seemed interesting. Or rather, very much lucritive. Because secret deals were generally like that.

Now lets see, cloaked figure, where are you...

Aleina and Alice followed Madison through Latent's bustling streets until they came to the corner with the produce stand. Stocking up on some choice carrots and iceberg lettuce, and some other select veggies.

"There NOW we have everything. Let's head to the docks and see when the next vessel to Dar'n'ak is."

Aleina would lead both bunnies, while carrying their provisions down to latents docks. Not terribly far from the floating market, but far enough when you're trying to steer a younger woman and a little girl who seem to get distracted by every bit of flash and shine they see. Yet they arrived at the docks, the creak and groan of hulls as waves splashed against listing ships filled the air, accompanied by a chorus of gulls squawking overhead.

They stopped at an office near the harbour gates and stepped inside.

"We'd like to purchase passage on a ship chartered to Dar'n'ak please."

The older woman stated mater'o'factly to the desk clerk. The weather worn old man looked at the three of them curiously and took a puff of his pipe.

"Y'three seem like an unlikely adventuring trio... lets see what we have."

Alice ignored the remark, apparently unwilling to gossip about their business, and Aleina followed her lead. After all, fisher folk were terrible gossips!

"The S.S. Ulysses sets sail in 3 hours time, it makes port in Dar'n'ak before continuing on. Dock twenty eight... Captain Harlin sails her."

"Thank you. Have a good day sir."

"Aye, smooth sailing lassies."

They left the office and headed down the row of docks,

"Number twenty eight--"

Bessy Bovine's Quality Steakhouse.

The warrior's long green ponytail found it's way coming to a stop just in front of the place, stopping at the sight of a familiar sign out front and an ungodly delicious smell coming from inside. The scent was of fresh-grilled steak, and the enticing sign out front was a reminder of the all-you-can-eat steak challenge that had been temporarily revoked after a certain man in a bomber jacket nearly ate the steakhouse into the red and was banned from ever returning.

Fortunately for Sakura, she had never been here before, at least as far as the staff knew. And so she strode in confidently if not too obviously, standing around quietly and waiting to be seated. She worried slightly that carrying around three different weapons would be a giveaway (or a security risk) but considering the state of the greater Gaia area these days, nobody seemed to give a damn.

The woman gave her waitress a quick smile and a "thank you" as she was seated, finally getting around to unzipping her jacket. In cold weather like this, layered clothing was a necessity, and the woman had it in spades. At least one thermal shirt, and two t-shirts on top just in case, not to mention the jacket she had just put at her side.

The relaxing squeak of leather behind her gave way to thinking about everything that had been happening recently. It certainly didn't help that she was forced to lie low to let things blow over, but it was all probably for the best - it's what she told herself, anyways, ordering (what else) the all-you-can-eat steak offer, and getting a suspicious look in the process. It was a good thing most people on Gaia had never heard of a photo ID or she would have high-tailed it out of there faster than a demon in a church.

Still, it was only fair that she be allowed to come back here in the future, so she made it a point to only eat three, maybe four steaks tops, resting her head against her right fist as she chewed and staring blankly at the opposite wall as people came and went. Something was lacking lately, something fun, something interesting. For someone who had been through so much, even recently, just felt like the boring was starting to eat away at her.

Several juicy steaks later, her jacket was back on her shoulders as she left the money on the table as well as a generous tip. "My regards to the chef," she added as she stepped outside, feeling as though she had just made a few new friends who had no idea what her true identity was. At any rate, she decided to wander the city for a while. Latent was still an unknown land in many ways, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to go for a stroll and stretch her legs.

Outside HoH
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"Hey, George. What's up?"

"Huh?" The man looked up, completely frustrated and frazzled. Not only had two of his cameras all but blown up on him, he was clearing out the whole programing on other with this disaster level static charge. "Don't come near me or your equipment will get fried" Which got them to stay further back.

"What's the story with that little redhead?"

"That's Fae Decker. But she's my story."

"Well, you don't have pictures. But I do. I'll share the byline if it's big enough."

George pushed his fingers through his hair. "She's married to Dante Decker, and ex fiancee of Enki Leviathan and currently in the arms of an unknown fighter from a Team at HoH and participated last year herself."

"Okay...not sure why that's anything big unless it's for one of those tabloids."

"It's not really. But she's also the one who took my eye." The other reporter's eyes widen.

"That tiny thing?"

George just nodded, "I want my revenge."

"Well, I can have this in the gossip section in two hours. Ours is the most talked about gossip magazine on Gaia." He owed George a few, and bashing a little woman's reputation wouldn't be a bad way to do it as far as he was concerned.

George nodded and smiled evilly. "And you don't even have to share credit with me." Actually, it'd cover his a** anyways not to have his name on it.

Hobbling along as he was prone to Quin pulled down the brim of his hat with a sigh. He did it not to conceal himself or to hide from anyone but himself; being one with a crowd sickened him where he once amused himself with being able to sink from sight in the hustle and bustle.

Putting one leg forward and dragging the other behind he walked with his cane, tapping out a rhythm all of his own. He didn't have much; but he was working on fixing things. Already he had sent the deplorable wretch of an associate of his on an errand to deliver a gift.

He was going to remind people of who he was in due time.

But then his thoughts were thrown and dashed at the sound of a word, Ra'kar. Just the person he had sent Aziz to find. This gave him pause and his gaze was locked onto the mouth that spoke it. And from there he saw a sight that was amusingly odd.

Crossing their path he stopped.

"May I be of assistance?"

His words were spoken in general though he looked only at Tellus.

Quin had kept his peace after his first words, letting them handle themselves as he just stood watch. Even when glared at he would only politely smile, courtesy still had its uses.

"It is no problem at all. The youth these days can be wild and prone to excitement."

Stepping closer he rest his right hand on her shoulder so as to reassure her that all was right, a very personal move on Quin's part; but he could be a touchy sort at times.

"The name is Quin, and it is a pleasure to meet you and it seems I only got here within time or you'd be driven half mad. Is there anything else I can do to help you?"

Quin just nodded his head and smiled as he slowly began to direct her in the direction to a bar near by; because bars were like starbucks ,they were every where. Of course the pace was slow with Quin's limp and he as leaning on her a bit.

That closeness gave him a chance to whisper something to her though.

"She, wouldn't happen to be Ra'kar by any chance?"

He wasn't going to go further tell he had a response and could properly weigh her words; but he had put a large bet into his question. But what the hell, a man with little will gamble anything on slim odds.