Welcome to Gaia! ::

This is a new club deep underground and very hard to find. There is always hard metal playing, always having dark people from every species come to play. Here you find the more evil people, who need a place to hang loose or make new deals. What people don't know that its the new place for the darker Idolian Pack. Aeryn, the person who bought the club, is the new Alpha and people have a hard time saying no to her or betraying her. There is only one exit here at this club, and that is the front door. There is another exit, that that is for the Dark Idolians only and maybe an escape hatch to get everyone out if something really bad happened and they wouldn't be able to come back to the club.

Now it serves as a tomb to the last of the Idolians, bodies burried beneath stone and metal. all that remains are the secret tunnels, too sturdy to be collapsed, which lead to the destruction inside. this is a place of prayer and memory to the survivors.

Dana nodded and pressed forward, getting to the entrance of the club and sharing a few words with the guard before he let them pass.

She turned around and started to walk next to Bones in the big croud so she wouldn't lose him.

They made it to the other side of the club and she pushed them through a door and all went silent and she sighed. "Like anyone would look for someone in that." She continued forward until she came to the rooms. "Stay here."

She went on and went into an office. A few minutes later she came back with 2 keys. "A room for me and a room for you. They say we can stay as long as we like, no charge."

Dana had a hard time not glaring at Bones when he asked Yuri if she had a father but she answered him instead. "It's Quin. She is my child though. He may want her but he won't be able to control what she is capable of."

She walked over to a door and put the key in the key hole, opening the door and walking in, knowing Bones would follow with Yuri at his side.

"Good thing these rooms have 2 beds in them." She said as she sat down on one and played with a necklace around her neck. It was Bellus, and in truth, she really didn't feel safe without her.

"It is Yuri's choice if she wants to see her father or not. She has lived her whole life without a father, so I don't know what she wants."

She looked at the floor as she pulled her knees to her chest, looking like that harmless child she wanted everyone to believe she was. "I wouldn't want to live without a father, but I don't think I could have Quin take care of her. She has so much in her, so much power that he wouldn't know how to control."

She watched Bones with the wood and smiled a little at an old memory.

Bones paused mid-stroke, a shaving hanging between his thumb and index finger. He'd noticed Dana's expression, arching an eyebrow in silent amusement. What is she thinking about?

"No problem, kiddo," He said, smiling. It even reached his eyes.

Once Yuri was asleep, he placed the block of wood in his lap and pocketed the knife. Prying his doll from Yuri's fingers, he mumbled a silent incantation. A pale mist drifted from his parted lips, circling the doll, and vanishing within it.

It'd been forever since he'd split his soul into a puppet.

Bones smiled in satisfaction when the doll began to move. Its head twisted around the room, a full 360 degrees, taking in everything. Then, it stretched its tiny wooden limbs and stilled once more, awaiting orders.

"Protect her," he said, indicating Yuri, "even from myself."

Before Avarice, when Bones' mother had gotten ill, he'd make dolls or drawings, using parts of himself to bring them to life. So, when he wasn't there, they'd be able to help her. It had worked famously until she died. Then, with no purpose, they faded and his soul was inevitabley whole again.

His heart certainly wasn't though.

Slipping his doll into Yuri's hand once more, he resumed carving another doll from the wooden block.

"Not listening...never staying put, sound familiar?" He snorted. "You can't expect her to listen always. She's only a child. That and I'm sorry, but look at her parents...she's bound to cause some mischief." Bones laughed to himself, winking at the look she returned to him.

"Listen, point is, it's okay to worry. You just can't get caught up in it, okay? Otherwise, you'll worry yourself to death. Besides, she's a tough cookie. Trust her."

"Depends," Bones said, eyes focused intently upon his carving. Each stroke of the knife was quick and efficient, carving every detail of Riley's figure from memory. His eyes although focused held an affectionate, almost loving appreciation for his craft.

"If I wanted a simple figure, an hour or less. Something more complicated and detailed, several. Assembling, painting..." Bones paused, realizing he'd begun to rant.

Blushing, he said, "longest I've taken is a month."

He grinned, still flustered obviously. His eyes, left blue and right green both gleamed with mirth. "Y-you understand, Dana. How important attention to detail is. Your father couldn't stress it enough..."