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Chironn growled, her sharp teeth showing, " Stupid dragon..." She hissed. Her fists clenched, she sighed, looking back into the forest, then back at Drakian. Thinking that it was best to worry about herself now, and her soul-combined partner later, she spoke , " I can do most kinds of work..."

" Um... yeah I think that's what it looked like," Chestnut answered trying to recall the terror scrambled images he though for a moment and replied, " Yes... almost certain."

He looked over the silver haired man when he realized he was being discussed. His ears swiveled forward with interest his nose and whiskers twitching with curiosity. As near as he could tell from the outcome the two people were going to find some work for them. He was about to express his competencies in the area of labor when he realized he couldn't remember what he could do. So he settled for an, " I can learn!" as he trotted off after the party.

When the group paused to over look Parte Chestnut's heart went into his throat. The city glowed through the rain garishly gleaming in against the sky. He could hear screams and laughter even from this distance.... this was either the happiest place or the scariest place yet although he couldn't decide which one yet as he slogged through the mud after the leaders.

"Well, Steve'll probably make you guys do pretty basic things, he runs an inn and tavern, it's the slow season, and he'll probably only let you work for the night before sending you out the door by tomorrow, but at least you'll be in out of the rain tonight and he's an honest guy." Drakian explained. "As for the rest of the town. The man sighed and shook his head. "Well, just about anything goes around here..." He said with a defeated tone. "Luckily the Grinning Fox is in one of the nicer areas of town. Safe, so no one's likely to hassle us much... but... going though the gate... might be a little ... er... uncomfortable." At just that point they passed the sign announcing the town as "The City of Parte" and scrawled in graffitti beneath it '#1 Capital of Male Rape on Matri'. "Eheh...yeah... terrible for tourism that... ahem..." And then they were through the gates. It was an overload of sound an light, males females and unidentifiable beings of all shapes sizes and sorts greeted them. Many suggestive tones called out bargains, and several of the propositions left little to the imagination. A few even called out Drakian and Khorae by name and left invitations which were for the most part declined, if acknowledged at all. By the time they had passed the initial crush of the 'welcoming' party, many members of the party, especially those towards the fringes of the group, found bits f paper with names, numbers, addresses, and bargains stuffed into various parts of their persons.

"Do we still have everyone?" Drakian asked as they came to a point of relative peace.

OOC: Yes, this is the place the Rabid Fangirl subforum of mine is based upon.

Brian moved quietly along with the crowd silently wishing that he had fashion gods to change his hair. He gasped quietly as he passed through the gates noticing the graffiti but barely having time to comprehend it before he was being assaulted from all angles by hands, a few of them attempting to grope him, while others just handed him various objects these objects were promptly dropped. The noises were also loud but he had lived in London for most of his life and was used to ignoring voices. Brian had decided that he absolutely loved the place before more than three minutes had passed. Upon exiting the denser mass near the gate Brian brushed himself off and noticed some unknown substance on his shirt, he was incredibly frightened by it and decided perhaps new clothing was in order. Looking up when Drakian called out Brian didn't answer him for he assumed it was pretty obvious that he was indeed there.

Khorae smiled at them all. "Should you need us, we can be found here." She gestured up towards a building. It was of dark but fancy architecture, probably a bit of a fixer-upper, but even in the evening light you could tell it was full of people. The sign above the door read:

The Midnight Sun

For Pleasure and Entertainment

"Ask for Drakian or I by name." Khorae smirked mildly, knowing that none of them had had any idea.

Chestnut was busily pulling slips of paper and handkerchiefs out of various orifices. I shocked him the number he found. He looked back at the milling crowd at the gates and shuddered, this was definitely a frightening place. Not in his memory did he remember feeling so violated and he hadn't received near the attention Drakian and Brian had received. He looked ruefully down a this fur covered body... I guess that counted as a violation he muttered to himself. It seemed to him he was beginning to remember a little more about what he was like before he woke on the ship and it had been more like Khorea or Drakian or Brian in form.

When Khorae showed the building Chestnut's eyes widened, they weren't going to leave them were they?

" Uh... Mr. Drakian.. how far is the tavern? And uh... are you going to take us all the way to Steve's?" Chestnut questioned glancing back at the crush of bodies they had just come through nervously. Chestnut looked over at Brian who was eying his clothing with distaste, but other than that he actually seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere.

Chestnut fairly jumped out his skin when the crowd raised a raucous cheer. For a moment he had visions of the mad crowd descending upon them, dragging them away from the light of... er... the open air into earthen lairs where unspeakable things transpired far from the air and light of the world above. He saw himself a despised drudge enslaved for life.... or worse a slave meant for the pleasure of his master. Chestnut's active imagination filled in all the blanks.

He was still working himself into a royal panic, oblivious to the fact the crowd had suddenly been silenced. When he heard a different, infinitely cultured voice speak close at hand and the flick of a gesture and his direction caught his eye Chestnut was so over-wrought by his manufactured fears he let out a very unhuman like yelp and made to tear away into the night. This action was swiftly halted by the crowd that had pressed around them leaving only a small circle of clear space. The crowd, still eerily silent merely pushed him back into the center and to the feet of the newcomer.

Chestnut raised his panic filled eyes to the man panting from fear waiting to be dragged away and meet unspeakable horrors.

Something about the young man's manner got through to the overwrought Chestnut. He was indeed hungry (he hadn't eaten properly in days), tired (he hadn't slept in even more), dirty (he sort of wondered what color he really was) and more than anything wanted to feel safe. He was not even sure he remember what safe felt like, but for some reason looking into Nightsong's eyes he thought it might be coming back to him.

The fox-man looked at the upturned palm and slowly reached out his furred and clawed hand to take it and raised himself out of the mud.

" Ok,... I'll come...... if.... if I get a bath too," Chestnut said, and then after a few seconds reflection, " And some real clothes."