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OoC: In case anyone takes note I'm switching how I write slightly from the Gaian way to actually writing, its healthier that way. sweatdrop (Was putting astericks on English papers)

IC: The old man doesn't answer and the only sound that follows Cora as she leaves is the scratching of the pen nib on paper.

-----------------later-----------------

Anyone who enters the main room finds the old man sprawled out on one of the chairs with his feet on the table. His long tail of ash-white hair lies idly on his chest and a crumbled and worn fadora is pulled over his eyes. Malazar's chest rises and fall rhymitcally and if one listens closely, you can hear the old man deep breathing through his nose. He appears to be asleep.

The table in front of him has several empty bottles (All of good vintages and choice, in enough of a quanity to sauce a party or make one man very very drunk) and a plate with crumbs on it. It seems that Malazar had found the well stocked bar. The cigarette butts that sat lazily in a round tin are probably from his own stash, and the room smells faintly of an odd almost wood smelling smoke. Next to the cigarette holder is his book and several vials of ink in varing states of emptiness. The book is open to a page filled with elegant writing and a detailed sketch in black ink. The sketch looks to be of Cora, though there seem to be notes on that as well.

All the chairs and commodities are arranged neatly in their places, albeit in a slightly different manner than they had been before. The key ring had been refiled through and both the world door and Tavin's cabinet seem to have been gone at very carefully with a set of picks. Even the bar had been meticulously raided for its food, drink, and secrets. It doesnt seem as though the old man had ventured out of the room however, perhaps he's saving that for later on?

:::She studdied it...the image was nothing like she'd ever seen before. It was not her exactly. It was not photographic or memographic. It resembled black lines, fashioned together to form an image of herself. It was beautiful. It reminded her of how children would look at clouds and see images that were not really there, only imagined:::

:::She noticed more lines around it, they seemed to be in a patter like writing, but she could not read it:::

This looks like ancient english...

:::It looked nothing like Cora's writing, which looked like this:

She wondered very much what it said:::

:::Cora turned to the bar...she heard mumbles, but even before she looked she had the immidiate sense that it was not anyone she'd met before. A presence had appeared, and it needed no introduction to it's true being...it's name on the other hand. She'd have to ask for that...:::

:::She looked, and saw what appeared to be just an average man, taking a drink behind the bar...Cora didn't know how to adress him:::

Good Citizen... uh... :::She saluted::: I am Omega Force First Rank Officer Cora Serenis from the House of El. Please state your rank and title.

:::Once again! Cora felt the urge to throw her hands up in the air. WHY IS EVERY MAN IN MY LIFE A MONSTER BENT ON KILLING OR RAPING ME??? She resisted the urge...again, retaining that same sense of professionalism she was good at:::

I certainly don't sense that from you, Citizen. Of all the people I've met here, you exude a very different aura. Skewed, but powerful...still I don't sense an evil will.

:::She listened to herself...since when do I sense will?:::

Have we met before?

:::Cora kneeled down to be at his level, she didn't quite know what to do about the hand he held out to her...he didn't look like he wanted to get up, but she was thrilled to hear that he ran the place...finally a leader. As for the stuff about killing...it was in her gut that this man was not to be judged for those actions, at least not by her. She was beginning to get very good at such instincts:::

Captian Tavin, :::still kneeling, saluting as she spoke::: it is an honor to meet you at last. Regaurdless of everything I've witnessed here, it is like a second home. I will protect it with all my power, and that is very well. These people are my people now. Thank you.

:::She leaned over, ignoring the stench of alchohol...she didn't recognize the smell anyway, and gave Tavin a kiss on the cheek, as was a customed thank you...so she thought::::

*Tavin stares at the two. First and the lady who kissed him and called him 'Captain', then at the grumpy old man*

I... I.. I...........

*Tavin pondered to himself- Just what had happened while he was away? One thing was for certain, he couldn't afford to be feeling sorry for himself, or to be drunk. He had to fix this...*

Uhm.. excuse me, madam......

*Tavin called out to Cora*

Could you perhaps help me up? I.. I have to fix myself.

*Tavin looked a bit shocked at her strength*

Thank you very much... Cora, was it? Stand back a second. This should work... But I haven't ever actually tried it before. I might just... explode or something.

*Tavin closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in concentration*

Edit: Whoops! Late post, anyway, check the edit if you haven't seen it already.

"Give him one of these if that doesn't work lassie, his drunk as a skunk and needs a kick in the a** to get going again."

Malazar tosses Cora a small perfectly round grey pill. It flies through the air like it is much heavier than it looks (it is). One quick glance at Cora's face seems to give Malazar all he needs to know about what she's feeling.

"And I'm not angry with you, this book is just one of the few things left that keeps me connected to this life."

Malazar drums his fingers on the bartop while waiting for Tavin to fix himself.

OoC: The pill is a powerful chaser, not magical so it won't cure everything but the medicines loaded into it will take away the majority. Of course it doesn't feel like a kick in the a**, it feels like being kicked in the face by a horse. ^_^ Not that either of you will know that, hehehe.