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Miya felt the back of her neck burn red with embarrassment. She’d managed to draw quite a bit of attention, which was the exact opposite of what she had intended. Lucky for her, breaking a glass wasn’t grounds for much suspension. Not that anyone knew what she looked like anyway…

A very strange man settled down a few stools away from her and she couldn’t help but smirking. Well, she wasn’t the oddest one in the bar by any means. The male, from the looks of it, was completely covered head to toe. So many layers of clothes had to be hot didn’t it? The cloaked person took off the goggles and mask and Miya confirmed it was indeed male. With so much clothing one could never be completely sure…

Looking at the ceiling Miya found herself smirking. It had happened before so why was she surprised? The crystal bearers were being drawn together. Even she felt it, deep in her bones…

“…Giovanni Dragoni…”

Miya’s thoughts stopped cold at the name and she couldn’t help a look over her shoulder. A human named Dragoni? It couldn’t be… what were the chances? A million to one? She fought every fiber of her being not to turn and stare at the boy. She gripped the edge of the bar to steady herself. Glancing over at the cloaked man, she paused to close her eyes. Yes… she could feel it, like before. She was sure he was a crystal bearer. From her distaste in the feeling she narrowed it down quickly – Ice. Opening her eyes she couldn’t help a small look of displeasure. She hated ice.

Satisfied by what she had learned, Miya puffed out a small bit of air from between her lips. It would be tricky, keeping her feelings in check, but she would manage. She had to look at the task at hand now – joining the group without giving out too much information. They would need her experience, her knowledge, and of course, her crystal.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” Miya told the bartender, gesturing to the cloaked man, “He looks like he’s drinking something strong.” She gave him a tight smile and accepted a drink, offering up her glass in a small cheers gesture.

The energy this room was emitting was entirely ridiculous. How many more bearers would come forth? There had to be at least...a lot.
Jolyre gazed around. A strange woman at the bar sitting with an equally out-of-place man. The Dragoni killers. The cyborg...the people from Tylem.
Her stare moved to Rigo and Gio. Rigo, the great protector of Giovanni Dragoni. Giovanni Dragoni, a pathetic human unless possessed by entities. Her stare narrowed.
I've put this off for far too long
Pushing herself violently from the wall,she approached the Dragoni brothers. Her fingers wrapped around a fistful of cloth on the front of Gio's shirt.
"We are going to talk..." she whispered lethally,"Now." looking at gio, then at Rigo. She shoved Gio from her. Stalking away from them, she parted through the crowds and threw a door open. Checking to see if the room was empty, she walked in and positioned herself leaning against the window. If they didn't come, she would simply have to assume they were both guilty and commence her revenge

Jolyre clearly had no sense of patience or ...a sense of the situation. With injured around, was it really appropriate to become so hissy and demanding? No.

The fair haired Angeal had grabbed Rigo's brother by the scruff of his shirt, hissed her strong urge to "talk" and then shoved Gio away from her only to talk off into some room by bashing the door open to the side. Since the area wasn't exactly the quietest of places, maybe people wouldn't notice. However, Jolyre had been pretty abrupt. Not very ladylike in Rigo's opinion.

Rigo, of course, followed after Gio, not planning on letting his younger brother, human or not, out of his sight. Rigo's face betrayed a clear sign of distress when Gio declared he was the one who had killed Jolyre's father. Nothing to live for? Did Gio not recognize that brotherly bond they have? "Wait, both of you!!!" Gio, why must you be so rash now? I know you have that righteous heart within you, but...this woman is not... Rigo's brother sure was stubborn when it came to it. The Nero Angeal sighed as he quickly tried to prevent any harm from coming to any of them. "Gio, you do have something to live for. Lady Jolyre, let us first talk as you suggested. "

Gio had followed her; she knew he'd be the first. But when he came into the room, he grabbed her arm, a foolish move in itself, and held her gauntlet to his throat.
It was...inviting.
"I'm the one that killed your father. Just kill me..."
A note of confusion sounded in her brain. Jolyre had been sure that Rigo had killed Alexei; Gio didn't look as if he could kill an ant.
But if he wanted to die, then she wouldn't stand between him and his wishes.
Jolyre, eyes cold, wanted so bad to swing her arm, to slit his throat. Why wasn't she?
Because Rigo came in for one thing. She saw the pain that registered on his face when Gio claimed he had nothing.
The boy knew nothing. Nothing to live for? Jolyre knew about nothing...she lived to fight for the ideals of the Glorion Crystalis now...nothing else. A soldier with an empty core.
She listened to the boy monologue about the nothingness of his life, about the insanity that had happened 2 years ago.
She became aware that Gio was still grasping her arm. She ripped it away.
"I don't believe that you could even kill a child, let alone my father." she snapped.
"I want the truth. Anything less and I'll bleed you dry." Jolyre looked at Rigo. "Rigo" his name felt like fire on her tongue "...you know more about what happened. It would appear that this ragdoll and I both need the complete tale..." she finished.
She didn't know why she was being so icily reasonable. every nerve in her body said to attack, but her mind halted her.

Miya took a swig of her drink, watching the wall of bottles in front of her, but listening to the conversation behind her. The Angeal spoke out angrily and stormed off. She was threatening the Dragoni brothers? She set her glass down with a loud thump and glanced over her shoulder. The three left the table and disappeared into a back room. Forgetting herself, she sneered, turning her otherwise pretty face into an ugly mask of disdain. Shifting in the stool, she turned to face the table. She was frozen with indecision; she wanted to follow them, but it wasn’t her place… well, as far as they knew.

Her mind might not have known what to do, but her body had a few ideas of its own. Moving with the grace only a seasoned warrior could bring, she found herself at the table with the remaining members. Her eyes were glued to the door.

“What did that Angeal want with those two?” she asked without looking at the table. Her fingers idly fiddled with the handle of her whip. It was a nervous habit that she’d never quite been able to break… Forcing her eyes away from the door, she glanced down at the people at the table. She was clearly on edge.

The cyborg answered her with a smooth confidence only a man of metal could produce. "Far be it from me to know the Lady Jolyre's business with those two...but she's been glaring murder at those two ever since I met up with em, and I wasn't going to lose my head by asking her why." A woman with as short a fuse as she had, interesting. She looked like someone who could defend herself, but she was far from worried. Warriors from Zarrenki were beyond things such as doubt or fear; it was simply trained and bred out of them.

“I see,” Miya responded, her worries not lessened in the slightest. The Nero Angeal looked more than capable of protecting the boy… not that it helped. The hand fiddling with the whip handle silently cracked its knuckles. If she burst in that room, how would she explain herself, let alone her desire to protect the boy…

"So, would the Bearer of the Fire crystal care to illuminate us with her name? And perhaps her fervent curiosity with the dealings of a few Angeals who happen to bear the Crystals of Light and Darkness?"

Miya studied the man silently, her lips curling up in an amused smile. Pulling out a chair, she threw her leg over the seat and rested her arms on the back. She waited a few seconds before answering.

“I guess I could play dumb, but I never really cared to create the illusion of ignorance; ignorance is a weakness,” she paused in her words to glance at the door. Looking back at the man, she studied his face, memorizing any details she could. Being perceptive was something that was highly valued and she had become quite good at it. She didn’t mean to be rude, but it was second nature now. “Some call me Miya,” she said enigmatically, not offering a last name, title, or any other such things. Smirking, she leaned over closer to the man in a co-conspiring manner. “Fire bearer eh? What gave me away? It was the whip wasn’t it?”

Returning to her personal space she looked to the door before answering.

“I have a lot invested in that boy,” she looked almost, sad… Longing… The tender look faded as fast as it had come and returned to its normal, stern appearance. “And you all should too,” she told the table, gesturing to the whole group. “Crystal bearers have to stick together, we have a lot of work ahead of us.”

((Hey, I'm making an OOC thread. Check it out and see the little idea I had for some fun for all of us to have and share more about our characters. Here is the link. I'll also put up a link on the front page of the RP.))