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Hikari nodded as though the motion was precudre, and for her, it was. She walked up to the counter and counted the coins that had been thrown down before pulling out her own coin purse from the chest of her dress where she had kept her card. Throwing down her own coins she watched as the shop keeper greedily scooped up the coins before she placed her bag back into her dress, her finger slipping over the card sending a weird sensation through her body.

Shurging off the feeling she quickly grabbed the food they had bought and handed some to Yami to carry before moving to the door. She smiled at how well they had done today before opening the said object and holding it open for her sister.

Emi didn't react to what he had said at all, rather just stood there. As she watched him walk the other way she felt a rain drop on her nose as it twiched. She looked up at the clouds and started to walk the same way as the man did. Keeping her hands in her jacket pocket, she slowly followed the man which ironically as Emi though was going in the same direction as her, she just wanted to get this business she had done and over with so she could go back to her shop and wait for the individual to arrive.

"Home. Definatly. We dont need these stolen. Then I would like to keep on walking if you dont mind?" A small blush passed over her face as she made the request. They didnt get out very often, so when she was allowed to, she wanted to make the best of it.

Shrugging Feyd replaced the goblets in the crate sliding the cover back on as Adlei spoke. Securing the lid with a slight thud he gave it a firm pat for good measure before turning back to the girl with a grin, “Failing to grow out of stories is one of the best results of the Awakening I’ve ever head. Of course, I still enjoy them myself, it’s part of my job.”

Returning to sit next to the two Feyd ‘s smile turned to a frown and there was regret in his voice, “Ah yes… the soldiers are our main patrons these days. They’re good enough and keep us fed but they scare the rest of the clientele.” He paused for a moment and made a face before leaning forwards to confide in Adlei, “They’re rowdy too, no respect for a good drama.”

Leaning back again Feyd seemed about to continue what was likely to be a long and colorful rant about the worthlessness of the Peace Enforcement as an audience, but he paused and blinked realizing with a start that a few staple items was sorely missing.

“You never did tell me your names or why you were on my roof.”

Easter watched the woman leave and started to speed walk towards the nearest neighborhood. Breathing with a small sigh of relief she started on a long and winding circular path back to her house to hopefully throw off anyone watching her.

'The Red Rat.' Was that a bar? Did they even have food in bars? She filed 'The Red Rat' away in her mind for possible future use. Perhaps Ayira did mean well. She didn't seem like she had an ulterior motive, but now a days you couldn't be too careful. When not even neighbors were trustworthy. The girl shuddered a bit at the word neighbors and carried on, shifting the infant to her other hip.

At long last the lonely brick of her street started to grow from the distance. "This is my home." She stated to the lump she was carrying as she stopped infront of the crumbling house. "And, I guess your's now too... " The block in which she lived was deserted, and well picked over. The small boy's eyes flitted from one side to the other taking in what he could see. The broken glass littered the burnt ground reinforcing the inhospitable image of the city.

Sprinkles started to fall on Easter's arms and she frowned as she made her way up the stairs as quickly as she could. The sprinkles were spattering the soot and it clung to the bottom of the girl's sandals. Once they were in her room she gingerly set the baby on her bed and collapsed unceremoniously on the floor.

Her arms ached and the rain felt so wonderful on her skin. How long had it been since it'd rained? But, as suddenly as they had come, the sprinkles left and her wishes of puddles were gone. Wishes... Desires? Surely Igor hadn't meant that this 'god' could make rain for little Easter.

She tried to keep her eyes shut as long as she could but she had a nagging feeling that someone was staring at her. She peeked open one eye and there he was. The baby with the red hair. And a small look of concern in his brow? With a small grunt she pulled herself to her knees and rested her chin on the edge of the bed. Her thumb reached out and rubbed off what few specks of water had attached themselves to his face and smoothed his hair like her mother used to do.

Kismet Shahnaz stepped out of her humble abode, a former ticket stall in Wynander's Harbor, and took a deep breath. She loved being near the water. It was the only part of the city that seemed fresh to her, while the rest was cramped and stagnating. There was also the tiniest glimmer of a chance that the gates might open again, and if they did being at the Harbor was Kismet's best bet at finally leaving her poor excuse for a home.

But after almost eight years in the cramped shack, that reason was reduced to a mere fantasy. Still, Kismet enjoyed "living" in the Harbor, if one could call it living. At least there was a feeling of movement there. It was worth the long walk to work, even in the soft drizzle that she encountered. Shivering in the damp, she wrapped her robe-like covering over the fancier clothes she wore underneath. There was no use calling attention to herself, unless she wanted to be accosted or robbed. Better to make it to Kensington first, and grab a bite. After all, she didn't have to be at her place of business for some time.

At the sight of the odd man Kismet slowed her steady pace, a frown crossing her face. When he spoke it contorted into a scowl. It had been almost a year since she'd had a stalker, and that was a record. Pity to have it ruined. Especially by someone Kismet didn't recognize, either from the establishment or one of her private gigs. Furthermore he adressed her by her real name. Everyone in the district knew her as Charade.

"That's correct," she admitted warily. "May I help you?" The man didn't look like one of Sehket's goons, so it was possible he was just a stalker. If that was the case her best option would be to listen and try to make him think he got what he wanted. And if things went sour, there was still room to run.