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"Mmm...probably a good idea." Owle agreed, finally forcing herself to stand. "I'll be back after I've...tried to sleep. It was nice meeting you, Slash."

And then Owle hauled herself up the stairs, found her room, and climbed into the bed, collapsing only to pull the covers up over her head.

Enjoying yet another drink from the bar (he was up to four glasses and showed absolutely no signs of even a slight buzz), Slash was already getting out of his seat as Owle dashed down the stairs. He grabbed her shoulder for just long enough to get her attention.

"If we need to get somewhere fast, you had better put this on." He held out his helmet for her to take. "I'll be right back."

Seconds later sand was flying in front of the Firebrand, a motorcycle engine revving loudly as the back wheel of the motorcycle (painted black with blue flames much the same color as Slash's hair) spun wildly. "Never thought I'd get to see a bird fly. So, need a lift?"

Just before he took off, Slash tucked his ponytail into the collar of his leather suit... no need to have that whipping around all over the place. He seemed accustomed to driving on sand, as well as the rocky terrain leading up to the road almost as if it was second nature to him... there was just one thing.

"Where the hell are we going, anyways?"

He had only gone in the direction Owle had told him to - but he had no idea where to go from here.

((Feel free to say Owle gave him directions there, etc., I'm going to be at work all day so I don't want to bog you down by waiting on me before you can post in the new thread.))

"I don't know!"

Her voice seemed calmer, distant somehow, as though she was preoccupied watching something else. "Just keep heading in this direction-"

She punctuated her sentence with a gasp, and Slash felt her draw back slighty, head no longer resting against him. Then she settled down again, squeezing him tightly out of fear once more. "And hurry!"

((I'm figuring on us being at least half an hour away from Rain, so we'll arrive there only after everything is over. sweatdrop ))

"If you insist," said Slash, the bike slowing from it's loud roar to a quiet purr. He came to a stop at the side of the road, although Owle's firm grip on his sides didn't leave him quite yet, even after she had presumably gotten off the bike. It was made painfully clear, and literally so, that she didn't like being on the thing.

"That won't stop me from escorting a headstrong young lady to her destination, however. You might want to leave the helmet with me." He said this with a smile that he hoped would calm the woman's nerves - he didn't have the faintest inkling of what was going on, but he could see that Owle was frazzled.

He wondered briefly if his cousin handled situations with as much tact as he did, mentally lauding himself about how well he had clearly done.

((Gonna take it that we'll be moving on to Latent, then.))

A couple of preparations, and a trip through Levi portals later, and Sun was standing in front of the door, staring.

Hell...maybe this wasn't such a good idea.... He turned around to look at Siat and then back to the door. Well he was here, and it was daft just staring at it like this, so he pushed his way into the dimmer interior, nearly getting run over by a dwarf with a tray full of beer.

It was fairly busy inside, but no more then it ever was. A few familiar faces looked up and blinked in surprise before going back to their drinks. Carefully Sun began to weave his way through the patrons, easing towards the bar.

Siat, somehow, managed to be the more conspicuous of the two, although he wasn't surprised at this. He looked more like Sunstrike's personal gay bodyguard than a simple travel companion. Somewhere along in the journey he had put his armour back on and changed shirts back to his fighting gear, as well as donning a pair of sunglasses because, 'they're ********' awesome'

Every gaze directed towards him was returned with an equal expression, whether it was a girl smiling or a particularly nasty looking bounty hunter sizing him up. He definetely looked imposing, in any case.

"Can I get something to chew on? Peanuts or something?"

Apparently, he didn't know the history between these two, and assumed the girl was just being standoff-ish. He rested one arm on the bar, his shirt flopping open slightly and revealing the hard armour.

In truth, Siat didn't stand out in the crowd at the Firebrand. Many of them were in various kinds of fighting gear or armor (though one girl's idea of 'armor' looked more like a string bikini), and most, if not all, had weapons strapped to them. The place had always attracted a warrior crowd, as evidenced by the many times the place had needed to be rebuilt and repaired due to various battles that got out of hand.

"Salted or unsalted?" Owle asked Siat, reaching down to open a little cupboard built into the bar. It was here she housed the most commonly asked for snacks...or, as some millionaires would have it, 'ammo.'

Sun was...smiling?

Owle glanced at him, still avoiding looking directly at his eyes, and shook her head in protest at the flattery. "I'm not pretty...well, at least not that pretty." Unusual was more the word for her. Long, disheveled hair of a bright blue shade reached far past her scale-covered shoulders. The large, brown, armorlike scales simply grew out of the skin there, and her feet were covered by the same, but her arms and face were clear of them. Presumably the rest of her body was as well, but most of her tanned skin was covered by the simple tank top and jeans she wore. Behind her, hidden by her messy hair, two tiny, brown feathered wings were folded.

"Pleased to meet you, Siat," Owle said, offering him a forced smile. Then she turned back to Sun, uncertainty taking hold of her voice. "You...um...got my note?"

If he had, how could he be smiling? Wasn't he mad at her? She had lost something so precious to him, something he'd left in her care, and she hadn't done anything to try and get Tijae back, washing her hands of the affair as easily as if the girl had been some insignificant object. But even worse, what if he hadn't? What if he'd come here, thinking everything was okay, and now she'd have to explain to him...