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Taryn jumped, the tray of empty glasses in her hands crashing to the ground and shattering. She cursed with a sailor's fluency, and flushed, turning around. She glared at Duellist, though she was not upset with him, but the entire situation. She hated having no control over the goings on in her world, and here she had no control at all. She was once more stuck in a subservient role she felt to weak to break. She spoke a single word, all that she was feeling carried in her tone, before she rushed back to the bar, brining back a dustpan and broom. "No."

Kourin then looks at her arm, and her other hand. Her arm begins to bleed. She reaches down, her jacket had been replaced by a small handbag. She opens it up, and pulls out some cloth and cotton, placing the cotton over the wound, and wrapping it with the white cloth. She then picks up the bottle, and pours some of the contents into the cappucino. She sets the bottle down, before taking a sip of the drink. She then looks at Hakan, her eyes going to normal.

"I was going to thank you, but since it's apparent you're irrtated..."

The assassin raised the glasses up with a hand, and reassembled them, holding the tray lightly on one finger and drawing Taryn into him with the other. "How can I help?" Sure, seventy years ago it had been another girl, different words...

but what did that matter? Both times, he meant it. And just like had happened seventy years ago, he mouthed a quick spell and the head waitress started to burp up bubbles. "There... didn't that make part of it better?"

NOW rebecca shouted to herself as she pushed down on the light with a little to much force and moments to soon, the grinding metal was enough to stop Glecia in her tracksand cause her, the band and a majority of the crowd to look up at the upper stage as the screaming cigerette girl fell over the railing , her foot getting entagled in cords, thank god the light still held on she thought, it was then she looked up and saw what no one else saw, a flashing streak of blue as 'it' undid the final screw sending the cigerette girl down to the stage cracking her skull only to be crushed by the falling stage light ((and no, sonic did not kill her)) Glecia and many others rushed over to help her glecia's shouts of

"Call the medics!" Echo'd loudly as well as the shouts of the crowd as the room suddenly became blury the scene of 1936 gone, the bar was now just that, a bar as it was in the presant. no music, no stange, no rebecca, no proposals, no dance floor

The assassin closed his eyes and held her closely, and listened to the chaos. Finally, they were home. He wiped away a tear, and checked his hair. 'White again...' the assassin smiled down at Taryn. "We're home..." he kissed her. "And I love you." He looked hopeful. 'Did that make you feel better?'

Soon the sobs could be heard, and Glecia appeard sitting on one of the barstools, kercheif in hand, wearing one of the black dresses listed on her 'file' ((blood dawn: glecia)) only thing you would notice if you paid close enough attention was that the wedding ring was gone

"Tch nooooooo I was sure it'd be here! ooooh where did i drop iiiiit?" She wailed into her handkerchief

Kourin smiles. It was finally over, and she was back in her normal clothing. She uncrossed her legs, which were now numb and going to be painful when they became unnumbed. She continues to sip the cappucino, since it's making her feel better, physically and emotionally. A light smile appears on her face as she finishes the spiked drink.

"Much better..."

-Startled, Mimi opened her eyes, glancing over at Glecia. Almost in a state of relief she called out to her, but then stopped. The woman was already dead, and sad as ever.- What are you looking for?