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((Just for that marvelous display... I will reward you 100 chips. That way I don't have to change anything in the roster. ^.~))

The little girl's eyes seem to change to a look only describable as a bright happiness. Your optic sensors detect something...

Although she seems to be mostly this lightyears-behind clockwork and magic stuff... Her face and other parts of the body seemed to be created out of a technology that was only about half a lightyear away from the technology which you were created from... Which would explain the slightly creepy almost real face. It wasn't real. Just oh so close.

The litte girl chews on the cookie. "Thank you, Metal Man!" She manages to say... Even though it does not look like she can eat the cookie and was simply smashing it into her mouth region of her face repeateadly. Clunk, bang, clunk...

The spellsword fall backwards, but he quickly recovered from the cookie-shock. Suddenly Bellamin made a lunge at her. "Freaky Metal man! I ain't afraid of cookies! You the answer to my problems! Can't you think of me for once! Selfish cat!"

Well, what he said was a lot shorter with more swearing and stuff not decent to be said in the presence of children... But that was the basic jist of it yes.

And the cookie part was a lie. He was now deathly afraid of cookies.

The little girl screamed and jumped off the bar. Bellamin would've grabbed her... If it were not for the foreign sounding man in tar and feathers tripping him. Mr. Solan smashed into the floor face first.

Angered, Bellamin and the man started exchanging insults, swears, and fisticuffs. However there was no real damage done, both seemed slightly intoxicated and both were rather big weenies anyways.

"She's mine! And I need her back NOW!"

"Finder's Keepers!"

They both said but with more profanity and harshness.

The little girl dived down underneath a table.

"Uncle Belli tried to sell me again!" She cried.

[[Waiting for more people. A bar-brawl tis no fun with only three people and two NPCs.]]

A soft pale hand appears on Vincent's shoulder, it was that of Mitzka who had finally moved form her bar seat. "I'm not sure if that would be the best course of action, as we hardly have a full understanding of what is going on. Besides..." Mitzka motions to the two men yelling inanely at each other and giggles. "They seem mostly harmless, is it not amusing though?"

(((kekeke... Don't you just love wordplays?))

The child's liquid expressions changed once more to a happy smile.

"Marie-Annette!" That rather odd looking and out-of-place fuzzy tail standed erect and curled slightly at the end. A sign of excitement for cats.

Then, she restarted her lip quivering. "He kidnapped me... and then that meanie tried to sell me so he could go to a party!"
The little girl pointed towards Bellamin who was currently trying to liberate his cape from the tar of the tar covered man. The long tail started to wag back and forth as she looked afraid again. But her face quickly blurred then into a sharp-toothed smile. "You'd protect me won't you?"

There was something odd about her. Mabye it was the stiff-wooden body... Mabye the face which looked not-quite-so alive... Or mabye it was the organic cat-tail hanging out of a girl which seemed entirely made of wood and metal. No wait... Probably the most disturbing feature was how she looked as a whole... A small, pretty little girl. Odd and rather creepy, but the craftsmanship and attention to detail was almost perfect.

Bellamin could never pull something like this off and have it look so alive.

Sitting in the back of the tavern in a poorly lit booth set in the middle of the back wall was the familiar sight of Firu the Valiant Knight, for anyone who is particularly attentive you would notice that he is always seated there and might have trouble remembering the last time you saw him leave. And tho he did not say or do anything in reaction to the situation unfolding he was paying close attention to it.

For those who know him better he mainly acts as a self appointed defender of the peace and guardian of the weak.

Mitzka shrugged and let go of Vincent's shoulder. She still felt the situation was to unclear to merit her intervening. If Vincent did need help she would She would jump to his side, but she figured he'd probably be fine. Mitzka took a closer look at the girl. She had a lot of experience with clockworks, but had never seen anything quite like this girl before. Still, she did not trust her, cuteness did not necessarily equate to innocence. She knew that first hand. Her life experiences had taught her to never trust anyone. Vincent was a rare exception, and he had earned her trust. However as she looked around the room she saw another face she had come to trust.

She walked over and took a seat at Firu's booth, her long blond hair flowing elegantly behind her. You notice she seems strangely familiar. "Greetings Knight. Though you may not remember me, I remember you. You might recall a few years ago you stopped me from stealing the soul of a friend of yours at my families manor with the help of my brother and a goofy little gnome wizard." She looked embarrassed for a moment. "I must say I've done my best to mend my ways and am not up to that any more."

Firu looks at the young lady for a moment and then says, "Ah yes I remember, you are looking very well I am glad to say." Then he puts his arm around her shoulder and gives her a comforting one armed hug. "I am really glad to hear that you have regained control of your life, and patched thing up with your brother. As one of my mentors told me, your past can only harm you if you let it consume you. Anyway what have you been up to lately?"

"I think you both need to..." Vincent begins as he lifts both of them up by their shoulders and tears them apart from each other. He then walks over and sets them both on to two of the stools at the bar, "Take a seat." Vincent lets go of them, ignoring the tar now on his hand, and looks at them both in turn. "Bellamin...where did you find the girl? And what...exactly do you plan to do with her that she is worth so much...to you." Vincent then turns to the tar-and-feather-man, "And you, once you regain your breath, should tell me your interest in the girl. Clockwork girls aren't exactly your normal children you know..."