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Frowning Rhys peered into the murk of the stairwell, ahead of him he could see Clotho's wings the draconian had her wings held out away from her body. Most wouldn't pick up on the significance of her posture but Rhys had traveled with her enough that it made him a tad uneasy. Her wings were up so she could have better access to her gun, if she'd been human having her wings down wrapped around her would have been like being caught with your arms crossed when trouble hits. Rhys kept his own dark blue wings resting tightly on his shoulders, the boy figured if trouble hit arms crossed or not he wouldn't be much help. Out of the small group there was a hardly noticed addition that seemed to be rather enjoying the darkness, Tek darted back and forth on the stairs dodging back and forth under Rhys feet in the deep shadows.

"So we need these papers because?" Rhys had a general idea that for some reason people needed papers out here but it didn't make a whole lot of sense to him, not that he'd ever had much experience with this sort of thing.

Clotho sighed and took a moment to glance back as she came to the bottom of the stairs, "papers are very important here, you need them to open a business and well do most things. Your mother's job...makes it so we can't just go through ... normal lines. So we are getting our own."

Frowning slightly Rhys nodded after a moment, he had a strained relationship with the woman that's DNA helped create him. He understood Clotho's meaning, his mother was a criminal so they didn't want the people in charge to catch wind of her. Though considering the distance they had come and the technology he had seen so far he also suspected that her ship might be part of the reason. As he moved off the stairs his eyes adjusted and he looked over what appeared to be a small bazaar of sorts underground. Clotho's eyes went to a large nearby tent, frowning a moment she looked to Rhys, "I want you to stay out here...and stay out of the way. If there is trouble hit your homing beacon and I'll come and get you."

Rhys sighed and nodded, even if there was trouble he didn't have any intention of hitting the call for help if he could help it, "I'll be fine...don't worry. You be careful as well." Cinder wouldn't have let him come at all, but he learned early on that Clotho thought he should have a bit more freedom and less sheltered which gave him some leverage at times.

Nodding Clotho turned and started toward the tent, after a moment she disappeared within. Sighing Rhys leaned back against a nearby wall.

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Rhys sat waiting for Clotho, it had only been ten minutes but to him it felt much longer. The boy caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Tektite moved along the wall as if finding something of interest, crooking a brow Rhys moved further along the wall following the fiend further into the bazaar. In the back of his mind he knew he should stay where he had split with Clotho, but she hadn't told him not to move and it was a bazaar so perhaps he'd find something of interest.

Rhys muttered softly realizing they had moved quite a ways, "what exactly are we going to see..."

Tek didn't answer and continued to bob along pausing only to investigate patches of deeper shadow, it wasn't long before Rhys found himself in front of a dark door. The door was discretely hidden against the wall but appeared to be of expensive make, peeking inside he could see movement and part of a counter, it appeared to be some sort of shop. Frowning a moment in Tek's general direction the boy pushed the door open his curiosity getting the best of him, "hello?"

A brown snakeman quickly came over and wasn't doing a good job hiding his attitude. "You are late... please come this way," he took Rhys' wrist a lot more gentle then you would think, "take a seat and wait I think you have a spider on you". Thomas swatted at the sprite then stopped. "wait... who are you?"

Rhys wrinkled his brow slightly but was taken by surprise and found himself following the snakeman, "um...I don't think I'm who you think I am..." Tek bobbed off to the side and darted quickly around and down to the floor exploring the snakeman's shadow, "I'm Rhys...who were you expecting?" As odd things went Rhys hadn't grown up normally to say the least so the Medusa's appearance didn't particularly shock him.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Sorry..." he grumbled, " I was expecting someone else." (XD he elaborates so much huh?) "Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" *he gave the curious wisp a light swat at with his tail*

Rhys paused a moment considering the offer, he'd been drugged more then a few times through drink. Shaking his head slightly after a moment he responded, "no thank you..." more softly as an after thought he added, "I only drink things I prepare myself." The wisp bounced in the air once, thinking it was now some sort of game Tek hurriedly darted over to the other side of Thomas' tail. Clearing his throat Rhys looked over the shop, "so...what sort of shop is this?"

*flick flick* Thomas eyed the little critter for a second before looking back at Rhys. " Oh, welcome to Kip's Medusa shop" (omg it doesn't have a name o_o' I don't think I've ever run into someone asking XD sorry) "Like what you see?" *he ran his hand down his body like he was showing it off* "we offer several things, but I'm not one of them.... exactly" *his eyes shifted at that* "Would you like to meet some of the pets?" *he got a bit of a grin as he hadn't figured Rhys out at all and was a bit curious*

Rhys stood a long moment a look of slight panic as Thomas ran his hand over his side and then confusion before turning a carefully neutral expression. He'd been at the space port on Beshee with Clotho and had seen the prostitutes which is what he first had thought Thomas was...but considering Thomas race he wasn't even sure how that was possible. Pushing his confusion away he focused on the question, "um...pets?" Blinking Rhys looked around the area before looking back, "sure yeah - I'd like to see them." He tried to hide the uncertainty in his voice but just a touch of it was evident. Once the flicking of the tail stopped Tek amused itself by bounding between Rhys shadow and Thomas' occasionally moving to the wall closest exploring but not daring to move too far from it's guardian.

Thomas spoke flatly "yeah pets...~_-" *he motioned to Rhys to follow* "So do you have a 'type' or anything? We have a pretty good selection." He continued to lead the poor guy down more and more corridors. "So did you get lost and think this was a restaurant or something?"

Rhys continued to let Thomas lead him along, "a type...um, I don't think so?" He was getting more confused but figuring he had already come this far he might as well see what sort of things this shop really had. As they continued on his wings tightened around him a nervous reaction of sorts to the situation, "...actually Tek," Rhys gestured to the Wisp that was now about a foot ahead of them moving quickly and curiously over the floor, "found it...I was just curious what sort of place would draw it's attention." His voice on the last was a touch sheepish as he finished speaking.

Thomas slowed down and looked at his timid guest, realizing he had rushed him a bit. "So... been having a good day?"

Rhys wrinkled his brow slightly at the change of conversation, relaxing slightly at the mundane question, "I suppose so...new sort of place so - lots of things are different." Different seemed the best way to describe things here, good different though he decided. "So...um..." Rhys paused attempting to form the question in his mind hoping to not upset his host, "what...sort of race are you? I can't say I'm familiar with it -" Rhys winced slightly at the last, social skills were not his strong point.

"Medusa" *he just answered matter of factly* "Have you ever met one of us?" *he scooted a little closer* "I've met people with wings... can you fly with them?" *his fingers wiggled as he caught himself from reaching to touch them*

Rhys shaked his head slightly, his wings rising slightly as the Medusa moved closer. He wasn't particularly use to others being close to him but was attempting to not show the snakeman he was nervous. "No I haven't seen a Medusa before...I use to know someone that had fangs like a snake and some scales but they weren't put together as well as you are - " pausing Rhys realized how strange that probably sounded, "it wasn't natural..." Frowning he decided that probably didn't help either. "And no, I can't fly...though I tend to be pretty light and I can glide with them. There are places with low gravity parks in them...I could probably fly there." A slight smile came to his face for a moment, Clotho had told him about the parks and promised to take him to one someday. His wing raised slightly as he caught the movement of Thomas' fingers but he continued on as stoically as he could manage.

"That's cool... Some medusa have wings too..." *he shrugged* "anyway... so you travel a lot?" *he started to go down the hall towards a larger door*

"...can they fly? The medusa?" Rhys looked ahead to the door more then a touch of curiosity in his system over what would be behind it at this point. "And...I didn't really travel until recently," Rhys frowned faintly, "I didn't really get out much before." Tek moved ahead bouncing in the air in front of the door waiting for the two.

"Oh, um yeah they can... well I think they mostly glide too, but get up into the rafters a lot. But don't worry, they don't usually drop on guests *GRIN*" *he turned the handle to the door slowly* If something catches your blue eyes, let me know. *he opened the door up careful to not crunch the wisp*

Unsure what a gliding winged medusa would look like Rhys predictably glanced upward toward the ceiling. He had enough time to note that it appeared 'safe' before the door started to open. Tek darted around quickly moving around inside the door and along the wall using the shadow there as they moved into the new area. "So...Medusas...you sell them..." a look of concern came over Rhys face as he peered inside the door curiously. He was pretty sure being in a shop like this - whatever it was, likely was on the long list of things Cinder would say he wasn't suppose to be doing.

Thomas walked into the room like he was doing a big reveal and stopped. The only other medusa he saw was Viktor. "Where the hell is everyone?" He could not have been more annoyed. "We have a new guest." Viktor got way too excited at seeing someone new. "HI!" The white snake wiggled over to Rhys. "Nice to meet you! *he offered out his hand* Oh Chandre is here too. *at that moment a dragon medusa lady dropped out of the rafters quite close to them*

Rhys looked Viktor over curiously as he moved closer, the difference in the Medusa's appearance was interesting to him. Rhys looked to Viktor's hand a moment before it kicked in that he was expecting him to shake it, quickly he shook the other's hand only to start and jump back as Chandre appeared quite randomly; Rhys blushed deeply as he realized he had very nearly screamed allowed. Clearing his throat he looked over at the other new arrival curiously as well, "Hello...everyone," Rhys took a slight step toward Thomas finding a bit of comfort in the snakeman he'd been around the longest, "how many were you expecting to be in here?"

Viktor spoke "Oh! yeah ^_^' I was just cleaning, everyone is um in their rooms. I can go bring some out if you like." *he smiled at Rhys* Thomas made sure to get a little in between the two of them as a safety barrier. Chandre butted in. "So sweet thing, care to come in and sit down? *she gave him a look over* "Here for a companion or just company?"

Rhys' mind once again attempted to figure out what he assumed was a proposition from Chandre with her snake body. He glanced toward her bosom once and flushed before shaking his head, "...curiosity more then anything." Tek picking up on the discomfort of it's guardian moved around to flank the strange dragon medusa lady, widening it's bit of wispy shadow as much as it could Tek pounced at her tail - which had little to no effect or then to make Rhys smile faintly. Clearing his throat Rhys steadied himself before speaking, "I'm Rhys..."

"Oh I like curious... " She went to move closer but was a bit confused by the floating wisp* "Um what is that thing?" Thomas offered to a couch, "care to sit down Mr. Rhys? It might be a little more... comfortable." Chandre gave Rhys a little boob wiggle. "I'm Chandre. Just visiting from out of town cutie. Nice to meet you."

Rhys glanced back to Chandre's tail as she spoke still smiling faintly at Tek's antics, "That's Tektite...I watch after it. What it is sort of complicated. I think Tek is trying to pounce on your tail now though," his smile turned to a slight grin before glancing over to Thomas. "Sure...that could be nice." Looking to the couch Rhys moved over to sit. Perching on the edge he brought his wings up from his body some so they wouldn't get crushed as he sat on the couch. Rhys eyes went to Chandre's chest when she wiggled, clearing his throat slightly he glanced to the floor to keep from staring, "it's nice meeting you." After a moment of floor staring he glanced over to Thomas, "so...the shop sells Medusa." Frowning a bit Rhys considered this again, he didn't like the idea of owning other people but it didn't make sense to him that Medusa would be selling each other, "...and they don't mind being sold?"

Chandre smiled. "oh my! Tektite it is nice to meet you. Your so strong, would you mind letting go of my delicate tail?" *she wiggled her finger at him like he was a fish in a tank* Thomas pulled up a chair to sit to one side of Rhys. "I know right? seems a little strange."*he let out a soft sigh* Its actually for the better. We get to meet new people and go on adventures, which is good. The shop isn't a place for most medusa to just live. But it is nice seeing your friends and offspring or whatnot go off and adventure. Most come back to visit from time to time." *Thomas stretched his neck with a crack* "My master is very good at placing us in good homes."

Stretching his wings some Rhys leaned back after a moment once he was sure they would be comfortable. At Chandre's request Tek bounced slightly in the air toward her as if showing a touch of bravado before dropping down to the side and slinking along her shadow toward Rhys. "It does seem strange...but put like that not as much." To him it sounded a bit like him watching over Tek, "so your master meets everyone that gives a Medusa a home?" To Rhys it sounded a bit better to put it that way instead of using the word buy. Although he was pretty sure it was just him and the three Medusa Rhys glanced over the room wondering who this Master might be.

Thomas wiggled his tail tip at the wisp making it rattle softly. "Yes, we are well taken care of. A very high end pet if that helps. Trust me, we aren't treated like dogs or cats." *he licked his lips* "and if some human *his voice couldn't hide his dislike of the word* is a poor fit, then we step in and fix it." Chandre sat on the couch beside Rhys. "I bet you would make for an interesting master someday.... " *her eyes slitted with a smile*

Rhys glanced to the sound of the tail and then back to Thomas, a look of concern and understanding came to his face. "That's good..." picking up on Thomas' discomfort Rhys reached over and offered a small squeeze of the hand before dropping his hand back to his lap, he knew what it was like to be hurt and suspected that was something the Medusa was remembering. The mood didn't settle in long as Chandre moved over, flushing slightly he glanced toward the 'very' female creature, "I might ... uhm, yeah just," Rhys cleared his throat, Tek started stalking through the shadows up the couch toward Chandre, it didn't know what she was doing to it's master but Tek wasn't going to stand for it. "I'm not sure I'd be a good 'master' ... but I think Medusa are very interesting..."

Thomas didn't pull his hand away from the squeeze, which shocked him. It was a gesture of comfort he wasn't prepared for and it shook him up a little. "Mr. Rhys, would you... like to... go to the kitchen with me so you can get a snack or drink?" *he spoke a little detached* Chandre leaned a little closer to him, " Oh I think you might. I'd recommend a dragon one.... I bet that could be fun." *she wiggled her finger at Tek again letting him know she saw him*

Rhys glanced over to Thomas and then back at Chandre and then nodded hurriedly to the brown snakeman, "uhm, yes I think I need a drink." Tek paused considering the situation, the snake dragon lady saw it, before it could consider the next best possible route of attack it picked up that Rhys was getting ready to go somewhere - which ruined it's plans. Flushing slightly Rhys nodded glancing to Chandre, "Dragon types...look very," he cleared his throat slightly, "nice." It wasn't that Rhys had never seen a female before, he had of course - just never one with so much ... boobs.

Thomas escorted Rhys towards the kitchen "Sorry, its her job to push her breed. ... nice boobs though huh?"

Rhys laughed slightly at the statement flushing again but relaxing, "yeah nice boobs... How many different types of Medusa are there?"

"Oh lots actually. First you have your 'regular' ones... ones that look mostly human on top with just a simple tail. The best ones have rattles." *he gave his tail a shake and shot him a grin of silly pride* " Some have three eyes" *he pointed to his forehead*" and dragonlike ones, like Chandre back there. There are others, but that is all we have here right now." *he got down some cups* I'm gonna boil some water for tea, you in?"

Rhys grinned slightly glancing to Thomas tail at the shake. Now that he had been around Thomas more Rhys was relaxing and nodded at the offer of tea, "yeah I'd like that." Tek meanwhile took time to investigate the nearby floor of the new room. Before Rhys fully realized he was considering seriously buying a medusa he asked, "Is there anything that someone that was looking to buy one would need to know...specifically?"

Thomas hid a little smile. "Oh not too much. We like a lot of the same things others do. Food, drink, a warm bed." *he poured the water making sure to never obstruct Rhys' view of his cup* "I guess the biggest ting is getting to know the right medusa for you. You are going to want one that you can and want to care for." *he looked a little sad* "Its what you would want right?"

Rhys nodded slightly his eyes watching his cup out of habit more then anything. Glancing up he watched Thomas a moment hearing the touch of sadness in his voice, "yes, if I was going to have a Medusa I'd want to care for them..." Rhys bit his lip slightly and tilted his head to catch Thomas' eye, "...I wish there weren't horrible people in the world." His words were soft and originally he had meant it as a type of reassurance but what the right words would be never came to mind.

Thomas caught the glance and looked away quickly for a second. "Yeah."*he was really fighting curling up his lips to show his fangs with struggling success* "They aren't all bad.... I'm told." *he offered a box of tea choices to Rhys* "If you want to meet anyone let me know. You don't like mouse jerky do you?"

Rhys stood a moment unsure of what to do, he was pretty sure that Thomas was hurting and that it was because of another. Tek saved Rhys the worry, the wisp dodged in and out of a nearby cupboard that was left ajar rattling a pot as it brushed against it and drawing Rhys attention to it a moment. "Um, thank you..." Rhys looked to the box and took a black tea, "Tek shouldn't be able to actually ... make a mess," Rhys glanced to the cupboard, "it just tends to be curious." Rhys' gaze drifted back to Thomas and he spoke softly once again, "no not everyone is...but sometimes that isn't very comforting." Dropping the tea bag in the mug he considered a moment, Cinder had Merci around ... which he knew technically wasn't the same as having a Medusa but he didn't see why he couldn't have one around. "I think I would like to see someone...mouse jerky, can't say I've had it. Is it any good?" His question was genuinely curious, without a lot of experience out of the institute he didn't really know what was considered normal or strange food wise as it was.

"You know, its pretty good stuff. I like it." *he pulled out a container* "Help yourself." *he took a look for Tek* does it eat or anything? *he tried to follow the clanking*... "sounds like you have met some 'charming' people yourself. .... sorry."

Rhys opened the container and peered inside, after a moment he selected a piece of the jerky at random. Taking a small bite he shrugged slightly it didn't taste too bad Rhys decided, "No, Tek doesn't eat. It is...well I watch over it and that's what helps it keep going..." Rhys wondered if Tek would start eating later on, "and...yeah I suppose I have." Rhys gave a quick strained smile before glancing to a nearby door, "I think I would like to see someone though...I'll take care of them." Pausing Rhys remembered the bit about the papers Clotho went over earlier, "...are there a lot of forms if I do get a Medusa?" There was another small clank and Tek appeared from the cupboard, spotting Thomas the wisp moved around the Medusa before settling in his shadow by his tail.

Thomas started wiggling his tail slowly playing 'keep this tail over Tek'. "Nope, just a single page." *his face seemed to soften just a tiny bit* "Lets take you to look at a few... I think when you see the right one you will know."*he took a long drink of his tea* "not bad huh?"*he motioned to the jerky*

Tek darted back and forth the wisp finding the tail game perhaps too entirely enthralling. Rhys nodded slightly letting Thomas lead on, taking a drink from his tea he held the jerky up slightly, "your right it doesn't taste bad at all - tastes like jerky to me. Though I've only had jerky once before so I'm not an expert or anything." Really he didn't know what he was looking for but he hoped he would know when he saw it like Thomas suggested.

Thomas looked into Rhys eyes for a few seconds before speaking. "Ready to go find you a new friend?" *he tried to tap Tek with the very tip of his tail*

"I'm ready...er...probably not someone as 'friendly' as Chandre though." Despite the flirting throwing him off Rhys suspected that the whole lots of breasts thing would become embarrassingly distracting. Tek bounced in the air at the tap and then pounced toward the top of the offending tail.

Thomas couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, less friendly... probably a good call." *he thought for a second* "You know, I might know someone that is more your speed." *he was clearly off thinking about whoever it was* "Yeah... lets go see if they are still here...."

"Alright..." Rhys voice held a touch of curiosity as Thomas lead him, "what kind of Medusa are they?" He did wonder what Thomas thought his speed was but decided he'd find out when he met the new Medusa.

Thomas led Rhys to a bedroom door and knocked, giving a little bit of a shout. "Are you open for seeing guests?"

Sarraqa ran his long slender fingers through his hair, his fingers moved quickly and rhythmically creating a near perfect braid in his long blue locks; half a dozen other braids already ran through his long hair. As he braided Sarraqa's mind wandered, clearing it became peaceful although tedious the hair care exercise allowed him to relax. Thomas knock on the door interrupted his reverie, frowning he blinked and glanced toward the offending sound. He hadn't been expecting a guest today - the only one scheduled had been interested in female Medusas specifically. Glancing down at the snug shirt on his chest he then looked to the mirror, turning the Medusa glanced over his small but neatly kept room. At least it didn't look too bad, "just give me a few moments ..."

Moving toward his closet he pulled the mask attached to his shirt up to cover his eyes, at the closet he pulled on a pair of skull decorated armlets, pulling the feathered contraptions on he took a quick look at himself in the mirror before moving toward the door. He did hope that it was a serious guest, if the one they had been expecting earlier was just window shopping he would feel rather put out.

Rhys looked nervously toward Thomas and then the door, doing his best not to shuffle his feet as they waited. After a few minutes the door opened and a new Medusa stood regarding the two, Sarraqa smiled and inclined his head to both his dark blue eyes watching Rhys searchingly a moment.

The young man with Thomas Sarraqa noted wasn't the guest that had been expected earlier, the Medusa wondered idly where he had come from. He trusted Thomas' judgement and he knew that the other Medusa was aware of his rather unpleasant experience earlier in the week when it came to finding a master, so he had a feeling this boy was something different all together.

Smiling Sarraqa moved back gesturing for the two to enter, the side of his room was set up for guests a small love seat and table sat invitingly enough. "Salutations please come in."

Rhys paused a moment before moving forward, a small smile crept to his face as he realized the Medusa Thomas had taken him to meet had a rattle tail as well. The idle thought passed through his mind that he wondered if Thomas had been pushing his own breed to some degree.

Rhys looked back to the door with a slight frown as he realized Thomas used the opportunity to head off somewhere. What reserves he might have had dropped as he noticed Tek moving through the shadows around the Medusa's bed. Smiling slightly Rhys looked to the Medusa he'd been left with, the Medusa was pleasing to look at...thinking back on it he realized that all of the Medusa he had met were attractive, some more so then others but none seemed to stick out as unpleasant.

"I'm Rhys..." pausing Rhys looked over realizing that Sarraqa was waiting for his lead, moving over to the couch Rhys took a seat - after all it had been offered. "I sort of stumbled onto the shop."

Sarraqa smiled slightly, similar circumstances had come in the past - not everyone that stumbled onto the shop had found what they sought but a surprising number had. "But something made you stay..." pausing Sarraqa tilted his head slightly as he regarded Rhys, "what are you seeking?"

"...I'm not really sure. I'd be nice to have someone around though...and," frowning he took a moment to consider, "I don't like the idea of owning someone though."

Sarraqa lifted a brow slightly, "do you feel you wouldn't be a good Master?"

Rhys winced slightly when he heard 'master', "Well I like the Medusa I have met...but well would you have to call me Master?"

Smiling Sarraqa coiled his tail and rested near the table, the Medusa paused shifting his gaze over as Tek started to move closer moving into his shadow. "No, I could call you whatever you wished...it seems you already have another attached to you?" gesturing toward the wisp Sarraqa then looked to Rhys.

"Oh, yes - " flushing slightly Rhys gestured toward the wisp, "That's Tek...I look after him."

"And your looking for more to look after?" Sarraqa spoke kindly as he regarded the young man. Rhys he decided seemed confused but would make a good master if he chose to become one and the empathic part of Sarraqa's mind felt that the boy needed someone.

"I suppose..." looking over to Sarraqa Rhys smiled slightly noting the braids, "so...other then hair what sorts of things do you like?"

"Hm, well I'm interested in the stories of others...I like to listen." Sarraqa shrugged slightly, "I do hope to find a Master someday and see more of the world."

"Oh...well I haven't seen much of this world either. Maybe you'd like to see some of it with me?" Rhys glanced up toward Sarraqa as he spoke.

It was interesting that the boy was so intent upon his own needs as well...perhaps more then anything he needed a friend. It made Sarraqa wonder of his living situation. Rhys he realized seemed very lost and out of place.

Sarraqa smiled slightly, Rhys he decided likely needed him as much as he needed a master, "I think that could work out rather well...have you met the owner of the shop yet?"

Rhys bit his lip and shook his head slightly, "Thomas said something about his Master...but I haven't met them yet..."



Another knock came at the door. "Hello, may I come in?" The voice wasn't Thomas'.

Sarraqa smiled and glanced to the door and then looked to Rhys, "I think the problem of meeting the shop owner is soon to be fixed." Rhys glanced to the door nervously a moment before nodding, "That's good then..." Sarraqa rose from where he was coiled a moved toward the door, since the Medusa wasn't overly far from Rhys Tek followed along in his shadow moving over along the bottom of the door as if curiously peeking out the other side. "Of course you may," Sarraqa opened the door stepping back to allow the one outside to enter.

Kip walked in with a bit of a smile. She gave a little nod to the medusa and then eyed Rhys. "Seems you got to meet our new guest before even I did Sarraqa, I hope he has been kind." *she offered her hand to Rhys* "It is nice to meet you... seems Thomas took a liking to you and got a little ahead of himself."

Sarraqa nodded and smiled looking toward Kip, "he has been," the Medusa considered noting the confusion of the young guest but felt that Kip would pick up on that soon enough herself. Rhys held his hand out attempting to give a firm but not too clingy shake back the whole custom was pretty new and somewhat strange to him. "It's nice to meet you as well, I'm Rhys...and I didn't mean to cause any problem..." he didn't know what Thomas had done to get ahead of himself but hoped the Medusa wasn't in trouble for it.

"Oh, no problem Sir Rhys." She gave a slight wink, "He can be an... interesting... judge of character, but is usually pretty good about picking out the good ones. Care to join me in my office?" *she paused for a second to check Sarra's reaction*

Rhys nodded slightly relaxing some when it seemed his new friend was out of the clear. Sarraqa found that he had a visitor of sorts himself as Kip spoke with Rhys, smiling slightly the Medusa shaked his rattle lightly giving Tek something to keep his attention on. "Your office...sure, that would be good." Rhys smiled slightly glancing back toward Sarraqa and Tek before looking toward Kip again, he wasn't sure what to make of this new humanoid but so far she didn't seem to want to be scary to him which suited him just fine. After a moment Sarraqa glanced up as if feeling Kip's gaze on him, smiling faintly the Medusa nodded very slightly before moving his tail again for the wisp.

At the office she pulled out a chair for him. "Well you two seem like a good fit, so there is just one little thing you need." *she pushed out a single page contract* Sarraqa is a very well bred young medusa. He comes from good lines and will make for an interesting companion." *she smiled*

Wrinkling his brow Rhys looked over the contract a tad uneasily, it wasn't that he thought he'd ever break any of the rules but that they were spelled out at all in such a manner. "...you really have trouble with people breaking them at times?" His voice sounded a touch saddened as he spoke. Tek had followed along into the office not allowing itself to get too far from it's master. As the two talked it moved around under Kip's desk finding the new dark area entertaining. "I don't really know much about Medusa..." pausing he took a moment to look at the page again and then up, "I can bring him back though to visit with the others? And just visit...right?" Taking Sarraqa home would be nice but Rhys hoped to be able to visit with the other Medusa he had met as well later on. Plus...he didn't want Sarraqa to feel lonely, it was something he was all too familiar with. "I won't break it though..." after a moment Rhys signed his name to bottom of the contract.

"Yes." *said very matter-of-factly, but more warmly continued, " Don't worry, you will learn as you go. Oh ad yes, you are always welcome to visit. Feel free to come in at anytime, we are open every day... all hours." *she gave an almost devilish grin and turned the lights down for the fiend* "Excellent." *she took the contact and stored it away* "Take good care of him and the favor will be returned."

Rhys relaxed some despite the woman's appearance, the whole bit about owning Sarraqa didn't seem to be as much on her mind as it had been the others. "I can do that...and I will take very good care of him." pausing Rhys considered a moment, "um, how do you handle payment?" He had the card thing that Cinder had given him he wasn't sure how much money it was suppose to give him but as things were he'd never had trouble with getting something he wanted as long as he had it.

"Oh, you signed he is yours." *she shook her hand refusing payment as she stood up* "Now... can I get you some tea or anything?" *she opened the door ushering them out of the office*

Rhys wrinkled his brow slightly and followed, they weren't actually asking for coin. So maybe it really was just finding homes for those that needed them, the strange shop was still strange but less frightening, "I had some earlier...actually do you have the time. I am pretty sure I've been in here longer then I meant to be...and Clotho is going to be looking for me." Rhys bit his lip slightly, Tek moved along at his heels as he followed the woman.

"You shouldn't be ... too... late. How about you take Sarraqa to meet your friends. I will have his stuff sent."

Rhys nodded slightly, "I will...I think Clotho will like him." He didn't see the Draconian having trouble with the Medusa...explaining to his mother what exactly happened might be another story altogether.


Thomas wandered by drinking some tea. "Hey... how goes it Mr. Rhys?" *his eyes caught Kips' so he scooted a bit back incase he was in trouble* "did you and Sarra hit it off?" *sip*

Rhys glanced toward Kip and then to Thomas, "we did...I'm taking him home. We'll be back to visit though." Rhys wondered a moment on what else Thomas' Master had going on...he got the feeling she was much more frightening then first appearances would suggest.

Tek growing up Joint...

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Checking on hours rp - Clotho & Thomas


Things had gone well with Thomas the night before, he seemed to be fond of the bar and had some experience. So the following night it was decided that a schedule of sorts should be made - since she had set up most of the other time oriented things in regards to the new bar it was Clotho that headed toward the shop.

The draconian looked toward the door with a slight smirk shaking her head slightly before entering, if they kept showing up everyone was going to think they were regulars. Stepping inside she shifted her gaze ahead looking for the greeter that she assumed would be in the foyer.

Viktor heard the door open and soft footsteps. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and peaked around the corner. Seeing the dragon lady he realized Thomas still wasn't up so he took over. "Welcome! How can I help you?" Viktor wiggered overs enthusiastically.

Noting Viktor, Clotho inclined her head to the Medusa, "Hello there, I'm actually here looking for someone..." her tail flickered slightly before curling around her leg, the snakemen weren't likely to accidentally step on it but she was particular about it being touched.

"Thomas specficially..." Clotho paused unsure if she'd be allowed to go and find him or wait while someone else did.

Viktor gave a big smile and reached for an appointment book. "Oh... Thomas eh?" His smile only got bigger, "Are you here for a breeding of consultation?" he was messing around with the book clearly not finding any information he was looking for.

Clotho paused a moment at the question, shifting her gaze over the area she wondered exactly what sort of place this was exactly there was more to it then she was actually taking into consideration. Clearing her throat she realizes that she had been standing for long enough that the snakeman might start wondering, "consultation...for now." She couldn't help letting a slight grin escape, she could just imagine Thomas' reaction.

"Okay, please follow me." Viktor started to lead her farther into the shop which strangely appeared much larger then it could possibly have been from the outside. "Normally I'd have you wait in one of our waiting rooms... but I haven't seen Thomas all day. I hope you don't mind if we give him a little surprise." The medusa smirked and was clearly enjoying this idea. They walked down several long hallways. Viktor spoke softer and much less formal, "Thomas is a nice guy. He makes beautiful offspring too. Oh! here we go!" Viktor gave a knock at the door and talked through it. "Thomas... you have a visitor."

The door cracked open after a few minutes and the grumpy and unbrushed medusa peaked out clearly having just woken up. "...What?"

Clotho quirked a brow as she listened, perhaps the Medusa were more different from her own race then she realized, "I'm sure he does...nice coloring." A touch of amusement was heard in her voice but she followed along easily enough.

As Thomas peeked out Clotho raised her hand in greeting, "hello there...seems you were out too late last night." A slight smile came to her face, after all he'd been at the bar the night before.

Thomas froze and caught himself from slamming the door and swearing at Viktor through it. "Um- uh- hi" *he quickly ran his hand through his hair trying to be more presentable. "... come in?" he opened the door and shot Viktor a very hatefilled gaze. "I just had a good time and ... yeah." He gave a defeated smile. "Guess I was a bit more sleepy for it." He quickly made his bed as he contuned talking, "It is nice to see you"

Viktor wiggled like a puppy before joining in. "OOOOH! is this who you were meeting?!" Thomas glared at him more and talked while pushing the snake out the door. "Viktor, Clotho... Clotho, Viktor." and with a final push he locked the door.

"How have you been?"

Clotho grinned slightly her tail flickering in amusement as she watched the two, she didn't bother answering responding much until Viktor had been pushed from the room. "Hello, I've been well...it seems mornings here are exciting." As she answered Clotho glanced over the area before taking a seat in a nearby chair.

"Actually came by because we are going to be ready to open soon and I wanted to see what sort of schedule would work for you and the shop," raising her wings slightly Clotho curled them around her shoulders so she could comfortably lean back, "it seems you have more responsibilities then I first thought though."

Thomas rubbed the crusties out of his eyes. "Yeah you could say I do a lot here... kinda makes it nice to get out." he reached into a drawer and pulled out a little book. "I talked with my master last night and I cleared up a bit of my schedule. ... can I get you anything?" He went over to the door and held up his fingers to be quiet then grinned and hit the door really hard.

Viktor let out a noise and a muffled sorry and left.

Clotho smiled slightly and chuckled hearing Viktor, "tea if you have it - no sweetener." Clotho paused a moment as if considering, "your master?" Her tail flickered slightly as she spoke her attention moving toward more Thomas waiting for his response.

Thomas made her some tea as they talked. "Yes, we all have masters." he poured a cup for both of them and brought it over. "It.. isn't a bad thing. It is just how it is. Kip isn't a ... " he paused thinking of an appropriate word, "bad master or anything. Hell we have it pretty good." He let out a sigh and sipped his tea. "I hope Viktor didn't drive you too crazy."

Clotho wrapped her hands around the mug quirking her brow slightly, "I have a feeling I'm missing a custom thing..." the draconian frowned slightly, "I don't think I could be comfortable with owning another person." Her tail flickered again.

At the meantion of Viktor she laughed slightly, "oh he didn't...though he did have some interesting things to say about you."

Thomas shrugged. "It isn't as awful as it sounds...." he paused, " he... he talked about me?" nervous rage hinted in his voice.

Clotho watched Thomas a moment smiling slightly, "nothing bad...I did hear that you make beautiful children though." Letting the teasing go Clotho reached out to lightly touch Thomas' hand after speaking ... she didn't want the snakeman to get too upset, "and before you freak out...I'm not freaked out."

Thomas choaked on his tea but was touched before he could freak the hell out. "I... I guess I do..." his shoulders fell. "That's a big part of what I... we... all do here." He normally didn't mind his job normally but felt out of place this time. "thank you.." he touched her hand with the thumb from the hand she touched. He mumbled something about still going to kill the snake.

"I was mainly giving you a hard time..." giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go she wrapped her hand around her mug. "There are somethings I don't understand...I'm not sure I'll ever grasp them, perhaps at some point I'll explain them." Taking a drink from her tea she closed her eyes a moment before relaxing again, "try not to kill him too much - I believe it was all in good fun, for him at least."

"Now...I really did come to talk about a schedule of sorts," grinning slightly Clotho glanced over toward Thomas, "of course your not allowed to drink more then you sell - it's a rule or something."

"Fair rule. Guess I need to sell a lot then huh?" he let out a laugh. "And I won't kill him... too much, just the amount he deserves." *grin* He touched his own hand before going back to his tea too. "I have a pretty open schedule, so just let me know when you need me." he his his smile with his drink.

"I'm not sure how busy you usually get here but we'll need you for at least Friday or Saturday every week in the evenings. And then three or four weekday shifts if you think you can manage it." Sipping her drink she glanced over to Thomas, "bartenders keep their tips along with their wages."

Clotho glanced over after a moment, "do I need to meet with your master?" A touch of hesitation was hinted at in her voice.

"That sounds great." He made some marks in his book and seemed happy about it. "and pay... nice. Will you be there?"

"Oh, probably should." knowing that she wasn't super keen on that he continued, "If anything just to say hello right?"

"Yep pay, the real money comes from tips from what I understand though..." stretching her legs slightly she glanced over, "mhmm...especially on busy nights."

"Well to say hello at least..." glancing over at Thomas, Clotho paused for a long moment, "...I hope this isn't an uncomfortable question...but ... are Medusa a man made race?"

Thomas blinked wide eyed. It wasn't a question he had ever been asked. "I... I don't think so. Humans have shaped our species definitely, you could say we are very domesticated from how we started." he was thinking about it, "Humans probably would have given us legs if we were made from scrach"

Clotho paused considering the information, "domesticated...interesting way of putting it." She glanced down to her taloned feet and then over to Thomas with a slight grin, "and yes they probably would have given you legs."

"Do I have to set anything specific up to meet with...your master? ...what is your master's name anyways?"

Thomas eyed hr legs. "They wouldn't have given us nice legs like you have for sure... humans have a thing for little stubby flesh toes."
"Oh, my master Lady Kipestshin owns this shop and all of us who work here. Everything else is under her watch though. She dosn't have any power over you... " he talked a little more serious for a second, "keep it that way."

Clotho chuckled slightly, "actually they did give draconian legs like these...or perhaps they tried for the stubby human toes and made a mistake." Clotho quirked an eye ridge listening to Thomas, "don't worry I won't give anyone the chance to have power over me..." considering that Thomas may be getting a little loss she added more, "draconian stopped allowing that years ago." Her voice was very serious as she spoke.

"Humans made your kind?" Thomas looked shocked and kept rambling, "but humans never make anything good looking-" *COUGH* "sounds like humans are no longer so important to your people?"

Clotho chuckles slightly, "genetic engineers made my kind...the humans that had the technology to make us were in danger and created draconian to undertake dangerous space journeys so that the surviving humans wouldn't be put in danger to do it themselves. ...they all likely died however - my people didn't have anything to do with the deaths though."

"The first draconians set out to find a safe place for those that created them...but something went wrong. The ship didn't go where it was suppose to and when they awoke from their sleep they found they had gone much further and it had been much longer then it was suppose to be." Clotho paused a moment thinking over what she knew of draconian history and considered how best to shorten it so Thomas wasn't stuck sitting and listening for too long.

"They found themselves in a new galaxy...one that was at war. Their ship was damaged and after building a smaller ship with lightspeed capabilities some of them branched out..." Clotho chuckles slightly, "long story short...they raised funds and were able to repair their ship and build others. Having the advantage of superior technology and cybernetics they brought peace to the galaxy they had found...by forcing the warring factions down from their hostilities." Grinning slightly she glances over, "after that things get complicated again and there was another war..." shrugging slightly Clotho pauses glancing to the door hearing the knock and then to Thomas, "more company..."

Thomas was trying to follow the very fantastical story. "wow... that sounds like a very intense past-" he turned toward the knocking "what the hell now... excuse me" He got up and cracked open the door. "oh... come in." Thomas' body posture changed and becam emore submissive. Kip walked in.

"I hear we have a special guest."

Clotho shifted her gaze over toward the door hearing the new voice, her eyes flickered over toward Thomas' change in body language. She wondered why she was a special guest but switched her attention finally to the woman at the door.

Standing Clotho unwrapped her wings giving them a moment to stretch before inclining her head, "Greetings...I believe we were just about to come and find you."

Kip walked in and offered a hand. "Hello. You must be part of the crew which captured Thomas heres attention." She gave a cordial smile. "Welcome to my shop."

"That does seem to be the case," Clotho took the woman's hand meeting her gaze and returning the smile. "Thomas is good company, I know he has had similar impressions upon the others." At meantion of the shop Clotho glanced over the area and then back, "it's a nice business...surprising at times."

"Hehe... that is very true." a wicked grin apeared. "Its good to see him getting out." she shot a look over at Thomas breifly. "It is nice to meet you. I hope you are being treated well."

Clotho's tail flickered slightly before glancing over toward Thomas again and then back, "I've been treated very well...your familiar with the business venture that brought us here?"

Kip sat down and joined the two. "Yes, Thomas mentioned the bar work to me last night. Sounds like a good place." she crossed her legs. "He is a hard worker." *smile* "if he gives you too much trouble let me know."

Clotho found her own seat again and rested back, glancing over she took a moment to note Thomas' reaction to the situation before looking back to Kip, "well we are hoping it'll be a nice place. I doubt there will be any problems." Clotho paused a moment she really didn't know what all to add into the conversation, "I'm glad there isn't a problem with it - from what I understand...you usually don't handle this sort of thing."

Kip stood up again. "It is very nice to meet you, and please feel free to stay the night as a guest if you are so inclined." She excused herself and left the room.

Thomas gave a sigh of relief that nothing had gone terribly wrong.

"...did I make you too nervous there?" Clotho turned slightly looking over to the snakeman curiously. "I might not fully understand...but you seem happy as you are." ((>> so she isn't randomly going to be a complete b***h

Thomas looked at her. "Oh no no... not at all." he took his tea cup just to hold it. "Sometimes she likes to play with guests or... well... collect favors at cost. I wouldn't want you to get... hurt." hits tail rattled a little, "Sometimes interesting people catch her fancy..."

Clotho frowned slightly listening, "...getting hurt is a common thing then?" Her tail flickered slightly as she listened. She ignored the interesting people remark...she was an oddity but was less worried about being able to handle things.

"Oh, not so common, but I try to keep out of her deals." he realized he may have been speaking a bit to freely. "She is clever, but likes to win if you know what i mean. I've never seen her hurt anyone outright though.... if that helps. She is much better at getting you what you want in exchange for... things." He set his teacup down. "Don't be worried about staying here, if that is a concern" he tried to play off how things were going, "Think you might like to stay?"

"Hm, probably better that I came instead of Cinder then...I have a feeling they might be more of a match for each other then they might realize." Sighing slightly Clotho slowly relaxed, "I'm sorry if I seem to be jumping at things - but I grew up...in a dangerous place and tend to be wary." After a moment she quirked her brow and looked over to Thomas after a moment her tail flicked with a touch of playfulness, "I think I could be persuaded to stay...that is if someone happened to have a suggestion as to where I'd be welcomed."

Thomas smiled,"I don't blame you, better safe then sorry." he stretched, "Oh, we have lots of nice rooms, um... i guess it depends what you like." he flicked his tail as he thought and tried not to say anything wrong, "do you like large beds... for your wings?"

Pausing Clotho laughed gently after a moment and shook her head slightly, more at herself then anything else. "Big beds are usually best...I do like having a body pillow as well." Pausing she glanced over the room and then to Thomas, "I've been keeping you for quite a while though...do you need to do anything else or...is that alright?"

"Oh! nothing... haha, Its nice to get to talk." He stood up, "I think I might know the perfect room for you, it isn't too far down the hall incase you need anything. Do you like red, blue, or green better?"

Shrugging Clotho pulled herself up, "I don't mind really...is there any you would suggest over the others?" Upon standing she once again allowed her wings to stretch, "there is another thing I've been meaning to ask about as well...the deal that Rhys made for Sarraqa - do you know anything about it?"

"The red room..." he didn't say because he thought how pretty she would look in it. "It was a pretty straight forward deal. Take good care of him, that kind of stuff. As long as she dosn't have to come get him due to.... bad things... then Rhys should be fine. She didn't get a chance to haggle with him since I sorta... messed things up." he looked down but not too terribly upset over it. "Rhys seemed like he could have used a friend."

"Red sounds good..." Clotho grinned slightly and glanced over at Thomas, "hope you didn't get into trouble over that...you were right though Rhys does need friends. He hasn't had a whole lot of them." Clotho's wings twitched slightly as she spoke portraying emotion she didn't allow to show on her face.

Thomas took her to a very fancy and very nice room themed in red. He showed her around it, the nice bathroom and other areas. "if you like we can have your clothes cleaned, there are robes if you like, and I can bring you anything else you need." he bowed his head breifly out of habit, "And I can even make you breakfast." he smiled.

"That'd be nice..." looking over the room Clotho nods slightly before turning to look at the snakeman again, "robes with openings for my wings? If not...being naked some doesn't worry me that much."

Thomas was good and didn't lie. "Yes, actually we do have wingged guests from time to time. Medusa usually." he went into the closet and picked one out and showed her. "If it dosn't fit how you like we can find you something else." he was more focused on the robe then looking at her because his mind was very dangerously close to wandering. "I hope you like it here."

Clotho considered a moment longer and moved over taking the robe, "I"ll change...and then I'd like to eat...and then perhaps some rest." Lifting her head slightly the draconian made eye contact with Thomas, she suspected his 'work' tendancies were coming on more strongly after his master's visit. "I do like having a body pillow of sorts when I rest it makes sleeping with my wings easier." Her wings fanned slightly and stretched. "Think you'd be up for that job?"

Thomas was silent and then slowly blushed up his whole body. "S-Sure. I'd be honored." his tail wiggled. "W-Would you like food brought, or care to go to the kitchen?" he was still far to distracted at the thought of snuggle company to be thinking clearly.

Clotho relaxed slightly, she hadn't even realized she tensed up as she asked the last bit. "Changing and then...will there be more around if we head to the kitchens?" Glancing over the room Clotho took a moment to find a spot where she wouldn't be in direct line of sight while she went to get changed. Years in space and draconian cultural habits didn't make her the most bashful sort...but she wanted Thomas to be able to get through dinner.

"Um, it is pretty late, the kitchen should be empty. If it is i'll kick them out... haha" he grinned with a laugh and turned to see her reaction and realized what was going on... which only made him more red.

Clotho was scaled fully over her body, her form was strongly built and mostly andrognous with only small hints of more humanoid feminine curves. She didn't seem bothered to be changing in front of someone else and just smiled slightly. "I can walk with you to the kitchens then...not feeling all that tired to be truthful."

Thomas couldn't pretend he wasn't looking, he really didn't want to look away. "Um, okay! dinner!" He headed to the door. "Anything you are in the mood for?"

"Anything none starchy," Clotho headed toward the door as well her clothing in hand, "anywhere specific I should leave these?" She paused resting against the frame, the whole ordeal was different...but she realized she was alright with it - plus...she was glad to find other humanoid creatures that were more scaley then fleshy.

"Just leave them by the door, i'll have someone pick them up while we are out. You can trust them." He took her to the kitchen where they could keep talking while he fixed up some plates. It was a mix of meats and veggies, as well as a couple of little cakey things.

"So I went on a bit about my history...or at least the history of my people. What about you?" Clotho found a stool and hooked her feet along the bottom before resting her arms against the counter. When the food was done she took her plate with a grateful nod.

Thomas poked at his plate. "About me personally or my kind?" He poured some water.
Saribythi

Clotho watched his reaction a moment before taking a bite from her plate and responding. "I'd like to hear about you..." pausing for just a moment she added, "if you don't mind sharing..."

Thomas took a bite of food before he started. "well... um... I wasn't born here. Some humans traffic in medusa parts... including eggs. That was my luck to be born into that." *he took another bite of food he had been poking around his plate. "I was owned buy some peice of crap humans for a while before comming here. I haven't left since. ... thrilling I know right?"

Clotho frowned faintly listening, that's why Thomas and Rhys had gotten on so readily...their pasts were disturbingly simliar. She was guessing he wasn't going into detail on purpose, sighing gently she reaches out and gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry to have brought up such memories." Pausing for a moment she inquired thoughtfully, "these humans...your master made sure they are out of business?" After meeting Kip Clotho had a feeling it would be permanent if she had.

Thomas fought the urge to pull his hand away, those memories made him very shy to the touch. "Its okay," he tried to smile reassuringly," they are just memories, things are better now." ... "I don't know what happened to them. ... I don' think they have any new pets though." he paused again before continuing, "My master just told me I wouldn't have to worry about them, and I was hers. I never asked about it further."

Clotho nodded slightly before taking another bite of her food, she kept her hands back even though part of her wanted to comfort Thomas - but she had a feeling he might rebel from that. After a moment of letting the tension settle she spoke up again changing the subject almost as if Thomas' past had never been brought up. "Almost forgot, Tek has something for you...since you enjoyed his sculpture so much ... he made you your own." Clotho smiled slightly looking over, "it's pretty interesting...though I warn you they can be a hazard with all their sharp ends. I'd have brought it with me but it's pretty heavy."

Thomas smiled at that. "I get my own? Well how do you like that?" he couldn't help but smile more, "I've never been given art before. Plus i can just leave it by my door as a Viktor deturrent right?" *GRIN*

Clotho laughed grinning slightly she relaxes once again, "it might be considered a lethal deterrent. Almost tripped over one the other day and my life flashed before my eyes." With most of the meat and veggies gone Clotho paused to nibble at the cakey thing..."interesting..."

Thomas laughed. "yes, i can't picture dying on one of Tek's creations being worth it. Cute little cakes huh? I... thought you might like them..." *he ate a potato piece without chewing. "Um, mind if I ask you about your past? Fun stories?"


Clotho grinned slightly before eating the rest of the cake, "well you guessed right they are pretty good." Clotho paused considering the question about her past a moment before speaking. "I don't mind if you ask at all, I grew up in a small mining settlement that was along the line that seperates the Draconian Empire and the People's Republic. Who actually has control of it tends to change from time a time..."

"It was pretty stressful a lot of the time...followed in my mother's footsteps and became a pilot. Ended up falling in with an underground group..." Clotho smirked slightly, "I was a professional rebel, we tried to put an end to a fair amount of the nastier things that tend to crop up during wars. Saw a fair deal of fighting...not too popular in the Empire. That's actually how I met Rhys..." Clotho didn't want to overcomplicate her past, but hoped that it might take his mind off of his own to hear hers.

"Wow, so you can fly?"
"I'm glad you wern't hurt or anything." he went to kill off the last potato but stopped "Rhys... was a fighter too?"

Clotho chuckled slightly, "a ship, I can fly a ship...actually have one hidden on Cinder's property if you want to see it sometime." Her tail flickered lightly against his before getting still at the question about Rhys, "no...Rhys...Rhys was in an institution - the people there were attempting genetic experiments...they weren't nice to say the least." Frowning slightly Clotho looked off at nothing a moment before continuing, "Rhys was one of the more stable experiments, some of the other subjects ... weren't nearly so lucky." Clotho cleared her throat slightly, "he helped a lot with getting himself free but I helped along with others and ended up tracking his mother down for him. At least the woman that was genetically his mother." Clotho forced herself to stay relaxed, she didn't add in that one of the reasons she had seriously considered settling was that last mission - some of the states the experiments - the children had been in had been frighteningly horrific.

Thomas' brow furrowed at the state Rhys had been in but he tried to stay calm. "He hides it well..." he paused for a minute in silence not knowing what to say. "I've never seen a ship... I'd like to sometime in the future if it isn't too much."

"He's tougher then he realizes," Clotho smiled faintly she was actually pretty proud of Rhys. "Now...I'm full and I think a bit of rest is in order," Clotho glanced over to Thomas moving her tail to flicker against his before standing up.

Thomas did not want to tell her how hot it was she was brushing his tail since he loved it. "O-okay." He didn't know what to say but his body launguage was invinting. "I hope you sleep well." he smiled and followed her.

Deciding they had reached the point that it wouldn't be a problem Clotho took his hand and dragged Thomas along with her, after all she really did need a body pillow to sleep well.

Taking out the Trash
Solo


Clotho hadn't wasted anytime after leaving the driver instructions she had called a cab and thrown in a tip for him to speed it up. Striding into the house Clotho paused a moment before catching sight of a light in the ground floor workshop that Cinder had claimed for her own. Not bothering with knocking Clotho strolled into the room, Cinder was sitting over a workbench sanding down what looked like a modification for a hover bike. Any other day the draconian would have asked what she was up to but today she just motioned to the pilot to cut the power to the tool. Leaning back Cinder flipped the goggles she'd been wearing up and looked over, "what's going on..." they didn't always get along but the pilot had worked with Clotho enough to know when she was agitated.

"I need some help, your kind of help," Clotho flipped open the folder of information that Kip had given her displaying one of the more graphic depictions of one of the mutilated Medusa's.

Taking the folder Cinder flipped through the pictures frowning slightly, "someone's torturing the snake guys...and eating them?" Cinder glanced up as she spoke putting the pictures to the side.

"Yes, he's suppose to be a shop owner...but not anymore. His name is Keegan Marks - got his address and some basic information about his " Clotho's wings flickered in unease as she shifted her gaze to the packet of pictures.

"There are always screwed up folks in the world...never understood them. Especially the eating - had sand snake once, much to gamy for my tastes." Cinder stood up, despite the hint of a joke she moved over to a nearby coat rack.

Clotho narrowed her eyes but just flickered her wings again in agitation, Cinder would help inappropriate jokes or not she'd feel better having the pilot at her back.

"He looks like a pretty bad guy," even though she knew it shouldn't be possible Clotho was almost positive she saw a glint in Cinder's eye, "maybe I should pull the MU suit out."

Clotho sighed, despite the dialogue she had a feeling she knew what Cinder was up to and she was glad for the distractions from thoughts of the images in the folder. "You don't need the MU suit plus it would take you most the night to get it together. And we are going in tonight - as soon as possible. He's just a normal human, a sick one but a human. Think Merci` would be up for a trip? I'd like it if you two could take care of his guards...and try not to be too destructive...we want the place to look presentable for the party he's throwing in a couple days?"

It was Cinder's turn to wrinkle her brows, "party?"

"He serves them up at parties, all his buddies will be showing up." Clotho headed for the door snagging a sheet from the folder with various bits of information about Keegan's estate. Cinder grinned slightly, she had a pretty good idea what the draconian had in mind.

"He's not too far away and his estate is pretty secluded."

"Probably what he planned considering his activities - sadly for him it suits us fine as well. Rhys and Sarraqa are together?" Cinder glanced over to Clotho pausing in the hall.

"I left Douglas to bring them home." Clotho moved over to the hall closet, opening it she slide a panel within revealing a hidden wall safe. "If you want to go see if Merci is coming along I'll get us some supplies."

***

Each of the women in their own way were experts at what Clotho had planned for Marks. Arriving at his home it was apparent he was planning some sort of party. Tents had been set up in the law, and a delivery van was leaving as they arrived, "I wonder how many friends this guy has..." frowning Clotho glanced to the other two before exiting the truck. The truck was a light tan color, a color that Clotho wasn't too fond of herself but that people tended to overlook; black or white vehicles tended to be remember able thanks to various media that told people that was what the bad guys drove. They'd found a place not far from the house to park hidden within the trees, "alright you two are on guard duty, we don't know how much those guys know - so try not to kill them unless it becomes apparent they are as bad as their boss."

Clicking into place a harness the draconian strapped her large laser pistol along her side, and then a browning to her hip. Lower on her leg she strapped a small automatic pistol, it was a daintier weapon then she usually liked but was a nice size to be easily concealable. Pulling her jacket over the harness she clipped a shock stick to her belt. "Remember to keep the setting on human unless your trying to kill something, no one here should have hardware, let alone enough to need the cyborg setting."

Cinder nodded slightly, "just don't make us have to come in there after you."

Not bothering with wasting more time talking Clotho set out toward the manor house, Keegan's house was at the top of a series of hills she didn't know if he'd thought of defense when he got the place but that seemed to be what it was set up for. Cinder wasn't one of the best when it came to electronics but she knew enough to keep the security system on the house from doing it's owner any real good. They were going by the theory that Marks wouldn't call in help of the legal kind considering his particular tastes.

For the occasion Clotho had worn a dark navy body suit of the make that draconian tended to prefer, something that most didn't realize was that wearing black in the dark didn't hide you...since black was darker then the night but a dark blue or gray would actually blend in better. Considering her coloring Clotho's white scales would show up brilliantly; she'd learned long ago that there wasn't much she could do about it humans may have created the draconians but they hadn't been thinking of stealth. Knowing that movement also attracted attention she stayed still within the tree line waiting for the nearby guard to finish his round, grinning slightly she watched as the man walked right past her hiding spot none the wiser, giving him time to move away from her she darted from the tree line toward the fence. Trusting that Cinder had actually gotten the electric fence powered down Clotho didn't waste time, she continued her run and jumped catching the fence with her claws her wings lifting to give her more height, with a few more quick movements she was up and over it. The backyard seemed quiet, narrowing her eyes she glanced to the various tents set up for festivities, knowing what Keegan was up to it just further fueled her anger.

A short burst of gunfire from the front of the house drew Clotho's attention and made her wince slightly, it seemed things wouldn't be as quiet as she would have liked. Hopefully the house was far enough away from others that things wouldn't end up getting too out of hand, but just in case it wasn't she was going to make sure what she came to do got done. At least the shots from the front of the house would draw more guards to the other two and give her a more clear shot at their actual target.

Clotho recognized heavy security doors along the back of the house, luckily from the blueprints they had managed to get she knew there were easier ways to get inside. A slight smile came over her face, not wanting to take up time they didn't have Clotho quickly made her way to the house using the decorative fencing she pulled herself up to a second floor terrace and from there higher until she found her way to the roof. Keegan despite his reinforced doors and electric fences apparently liked a bit of natural light and had a large sun roof over the top of his house. The terrace doors had been locked but no one had bothered to fully secure the sun roof, taking out a slender crowbar from her pack she opened the window up enough for herself to squeeze through, glancing over toward the front of the house she saw a brief flash of red hair - it looked like the other two were still up and going at least. Slipping through the window Clotho fanned her wings and let them give her a bit of glide to the floor of the room. Her claws clicked against the finished wood of a long table, she had apparently found her way into the dining room, drawing her pistol she did a quick looking over of the place before dropping down off the table. The manor itself was large to say the least, but considering his plans for the next couple of days Clotho had a feeling where he would be, in the blueprints they had found plans for a room in the basement, the room was sound proofed and had a large walk in cooler attached to it; it was down the hall from most of the rooms that they had determined were likely cells he kept the medusa in and it was just as secure as they were.

She made good time, but to Clotho it felt like she was taking too much time to get down to the cells and Keegan's workroom. The lights down to the basement were off and once she reached the floor the walls were lined with reinforced windowless doors a heavy lock was on each. Just looking at the doors turned her stomach a break in the locked doors caught her attention one of the doors was left open, flickering her attention to the end of the hall she saw that the 'workroom' door had also been left open. Not letting ideas of what the open doors could mean bother her overly much Clotho moved down the hall, she'd initially intended to blow the door off it's hinges; but if he wanted to make things easier for her she decided he was more then welcome to.

Pushing the workroom door open more she stepped inside and immediately froze, directly in front of her was the bust of a medusa the snake had been stuffed and it's face posed as if snarling. Looking over to her right she saw several skins on the wall, the markings were lovely and obviously at one point had belonged to medusa beneath the skin were hallowed out medusa eggs mounted for display. Clenching her gun she turned to look further into the room, the place was huge and various horrific trophies lined the walls and had made been into displays.

"I'm glad you didn't take too much time getting to me," a male voice boomed through the room. Raising her pistol Clotho scanned the area but wasn't able to pinpoint the speaker, she noted some stairs going down as if the room was tiered. "Your intrusion has cost me more then I would have liked," following the voice Clotho made her way over and caught sight of a man standing next to a table, a dragon medusa with pale skin and short green hair laid on it. Glancing to the floor Clotho realized that the female medusa had once had longer hair but he had just recently cut it off and left it thrown onto the floor. "Caoimhe here wasn't suppose to come here until I had at least a few eggs," Keegan reached down running his hand over the medusa's cheek, Caoimhe's eyes glistened with tears but bound and gag all she could manage was to jerk her head away a small distance, "but seeing you on the monitors...I knew none of the others would make quite the same show for you." Keegan turned his dark emotionless eyes looking directly to Clotho and with a flick of his wrist he cuts along the bound medusa's arm.

Growling slightly Clotho started for the stairs, he'd chosen a dragon Medusa for her specifically because he knew it would bother her...a white scaled one at that. The stairs took Clotho from a spot where she could keep sight on the two, not wanting to waste time she hurried her steps, "quite the tasty one isn't she, her patterning will be lovely once mounted." Keegan continued his commentary and Clotho sped her step, once at the bottom of the stairs she found herself near racks with various skins on them up to dry. She heard a female voice crying out in pain, thinking that he must have taken the gag from the medusa's mouth she did the only thing she could and turned sprinting toward the noise. it didn't take her long to come to the spot with the table, the female dragon medusa still laid strapped to the table, struggling her eyes wide tears trickling down her cheeks - her gag was still in place. Glancing up Clotho spotted a TV and DVD set up on a cart near the table Keegan's voice continued on his narrative as dark skinned medusa plead for mercy under his knife. Before the full realization of the set up settled in Clotho heard a voice near her, "what I can't figure out is who's pet you are exactly."

Keegan lunged toward Clotho as he spoke the sharp skinning knifed aimed for her, Clotho turned causing the blade to hit her in the arm and jarring the pistol she was holding from her grasp. "Tricky b*****d," Clenching her teeth Clotho pulled herself away from the man as he reached to grab her. With an arm down but danger so close she clenched her hand around the shock stick, not wanting to give Keegan time to figure out what his next move was she brought the stick around to bash him in the head as she finished the arch Clotho clicked the setting from human to cyborg, "lucky for me your a shitty shot." The shock stick came down with a loud crack, it possibly would have cracked his skull but it wasn't the heavy metal that would have killed him, the electric charge from the weapon went off when it made contact jolting the man with enough energy to down a machine, as he didn't havKyrii Chocolate Dubloone any machinery in him...it just fried him. "I'm no one's pet." Curling her lip Clotho threw the shock stick aside and turned away from the smell of burnt flesh - leaning down she scooped up her dropped pistol. Limping over toward the table with the frightened medusa on it she pulled the poor thing's gag out of it's mouth. The medusa stared still frightened but was slowly starting to come down from it's panic, "don't worry...things are going to be better now..." her own adrenaline was coming down and her arm was starting to throb, pulling a phone from her pocket she quickly dialed the number to the shop, Kip answered quickly and Clotho kept it simple, "it's done, you can come in." She then hung up, not wanting to leave the poor medusa strapped to the table Clotho loosened the creature's bindings; after all it's master was dead.

Caoimhe blinked and slowly sat up, her skin was as pale as Clotho's with light green swirling designs in it in a few spots crimson lines interrupted them where she had been cut. Trembling slightly the medusa wrapped her wings tightly around herself and reached out to Clotho trying to still her with a light touch on the shoulder, "your hurt...let me tend you." By this time her wound was throbbing badly so Clotho sat and let the Medusa do just that, closing her eyes she sat through having her arm tended wondering the whole time what she was going to tell Thomas.