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Ohjiro sat there in the booth drinking his coffee as he glanced across the bar at the clock. He'd completely lost track of time and it was now six AM and the sun was starting to come out. The place didn't have a whole lot of windows, actually the only thing close to a window in this bar was the glass door at the entrance.

None the less he could see the sun coming up as the night still tinted everything black. A yellow Taxi Cab drove by as he was looking out the window. There was a nearly bald man with a sort of bowl shaped head where there was no hair on the top. He had a brown mustash and a plain white t-shirt. The man yawned as he drove down the road, something hit Ohjiro suddenly. This man was about to get into a car accident. He went to take a drink of his coffee only to find an empty cup. He had been looking out the window to his left while drinking with his right hand.

He didn't want to get involved cause helping this person would only lead to the usual string of hatred that seemed to follow when an Angel would reveal themselves. Even highly religious people didn't seem to recognize the real thing when it was right in front of them. Unusual abilities were often associated with Demons not Angels in the minds of mortals. And yet his father being a war mongering Angel was often looked at as good when he would occasionally go for a flight. It was the wings, that was the only thing they were looking for and anything else was deemed evil.

His right hand started to tremble slightly from both lack of sleep, the caffine from the coffee and the anger he felt at the thoughts that were going through his head. He set the coffee mug down on the table then turned to the Bartender with a rather sleepy look in his eyes. Do you by chance know where I can find a place to sleep for the night? He wasn't even sure if the man was still there at this time. He didn't see the man anyway but that didn't mean he still wasn't in the building.

Finn stopped what he was doing to sit down at the bar. "No, I didn't expect it to be heavily guarded. These attacks happen all over the city. The mafia has ties everywhere, so you might want to be careful with the accusations. Scarlet has given me a lot of business in the past and has been a good friend to me. She's a lady and does not like to tell people about her fighting prowess."
He sighed before continuing, unsure of what Iori would insinuate, "I've been training her for at least a year, and I've seen how good she is. I didn't believe the whole 'save yourself' thing for a second, and I know scarlet is hiding something. I trust scarlet to let me know when she's ready to reveal her secret, but until then, I'll just have to accept stories of the valor displayed by drunk men."
As Finn drew to a finish, he began wiping the bar off where the poisonous item had been lain. "Gotta throw this rag out now. No good poisoned. Now, Iori, I'm not open. I don't open until about 5, so I think you should at least say please before demanding any drinks."

((I'm not too impressed about just materializing clues, but you did study my character pretty well. You even knew WHICH weapon she'd use that night. Good job.))

((Hello guys. I'm just here to say that I'm off for Sunday, and that also means that I'm not going to be able to read all these posts until I return, which would make them even more, so could someone please PM me of what happened when I return? That would be greatly appreciated. I'll just make a quick post to make things go along (and not wanting to be a burden for people waiting.))

The shield was released once things seemed safe. The settling of the clouds of dust revealed Kin stepping back, a drop of sweat rolling across his face, gritting his teeth not in anger but in appal, somehow nervous of making Sakeri angry. He hastily came up with an excuse, "Well, you were thinking of the same thing. I-"

"Who was sloppy enough to almost drop a mountain on me?" Every hair on Kin's ghostly pressence went up as he heard yet another complaint, and felt that it wasn't by that of a norm. He looked down examining what the 'mountain' part meant, and made short ghastly bursts of laughter, stiff at what he had done. The big landslide crashed into the already ruined city, and destroyed much of the structure, including the populace residing upon it.

((ok, I know this is gonna mess up the order but I don't want to forget my idea.))

Izzy sighed. They had no idea where they were going other than Canada. But that was to general. Canada is pretty big if you think about it. Not as big as Russia, but I'm getting off topic. Suddenly she stoped eating her sandwich and wrapped it, setting it on the bed. She stood up and crossed to the other side where the nightstand was, opening the drawers. "darn." obviously what she was looking for wasn't in the nightstand. She crosssed the room to the desk, opening the drawers again. "bible, map dictionary.." she muttered. She opened the other drawer. "aha! an atlas!" she said pulling an atlas out. She walked back over to the bed and flipped to Canada. "Nendir wants somewhere with snow, you don't like cold, and I just wouldn't fare well in just jeans and a tee-shirt. The further north we are, the colder it's goona get. That's a given fact. We don't want to go too far north or we'll freeze. well, duh. The only question so far is, how far north are we to go into Canada?" She said staring at the map. In some ways she had been talking to Ryn and in others she was talking into no one in particular, just thinking out loud.

"Anywhere is fine, I just wanted to go somewhere a bit more secluded." Nendir said after shutting the sliding glass door behind him. He was tired and cranky, but he didn't want to take it out on them, they didn't deserve an ounce of it. "Can we talk about it in the morning?" He asked, plopping down the other bed.

He rolled over, his back too Izzy. He just wanted to forget about the battle at hand, the feelings that coursed through his body, and forget the fact that his car was totaled. He slid his hands underneath his pillow, he was motionless and quiet as his eyes clothes and he drifted off into what would be a troubled sleep.

((But but but I don't want to change it crying

i'll erase))