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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:16 pm
She coughed and looked down at the table, muttering, "Awwwwkward..."
Looking up at the man with the dragon, she pointed at Kesshin and whispered loudly (and somewhat obnoxiously), "Oy. Can you see this guy, or am I going crazy?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:19 pm
"He's there," Ryou told her, then he walked out from behind the bar and waled up to Mimsy, "So, what just happened with your exorcism thing?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:23 pm
"It's not really that interesting," she said slowly, drawing circles on the table with her finger. "Traditional mark of an angel. That's the basics..."
She looked him over once. "You never finished your story, though," she said, smiling. "What's your tale? Carrying a cross of death, guardian of your beloved?"
Glancing over at Kesshin, she shuddered. This place was a nest of strange ones. Herself included, but let's be serious, here.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:28 pm
"This cross is actually a seal for my more... destructive... demonic powers... I'm actually her guardian since her father knew my uncle and my uncle left me with her family... she's actually a princess... and soon to be an empress...... I'm just a lowly prince from a small kingdom... But guarding her wasn't all that bad, we hung out alot... but we've been separated by fate three or four times... I won't ever deny that I love her... because that would mean I'd be going against my own principals..." he explained, looking slightly away from her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:35 pm
She whistled softly, then felt guilty as heck. 'He's suffered true loss,' she thought, while sitting silently, taking in what he just said. 'A seal? Ah...that makes sense.' A few things clicked into place, but not many.
"Separated by fate?" she echoed. "What could possibly..." The myth of the silk-weaver and the buffalo herder came to mind. Silliness: that myth was just that. A myth. "Against your principals?"
She shook her head, grinning. "I'll give you one thing. You're a realy mystery..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:38 pm
He smiled softly, "Isn't that the truth... well... I'm going to bed, see you tomorrow Mimsy." He hugged her in a friendly way and jumped behind the bar, where he laid down like a wolf curling up and then fell asleep.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:39 pm
 Saka watches as a woman started talking to the man with the dragon and the man that was silently standing. He turns around in his stool to try to find the bartender, but again, wasn't there to serve drinks. He paused for a few seconds before he walked around the bar to serve himself a warm cup of milk.
"Well, if no one is here to do it, I'll lend a hand" he said to himself.
"Would anyone like a drink before I sit down again?" Saka asked everyone in the bar. 
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:42 pm
She stiffened at the contact, but smiled. The burning rage hadn't come again. "Good night."
Standing, she stretched. Guess it would be another night outside. She loved this town's night sky. "No thanks, sir," she said to Saka. "I'm gonna turn in...out...for the night as well."
And she left, gone to sleep somewhere where the air would be free and light.
'I guess I have a lot more to learn about demons...And so do you, master...'
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:45 pm
"Okay" Saka said.
As the girl declined for a drink, she conjured up a weird smirk that made Saka feel uneasy. He walked around the bar again and sat down and started to drink his milk.
"It needs to be more lively here..." Sakabato said to himself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 9:05 pm
-Walks into tavern and takes a seat in a nearby booth-
I am an assassin for hire. Sometimes, when in desprate need of cash, I do a little bounty hunting on the side. I am part of an elite organization full of talented beings (I myself am a half demon) with amazing skills named Division XIII (No relation to Organization XIII). I am amazingly skilled in the arts of hand-to-hand combat not to metion I'm not to shabby with a blade, I am an excellent sharpshooter so don't try to run, My special power is The Art of the Shadow Flare which is a black flame so intense that it can not be put out.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 9:08 pm
(OOC: Hey! No fair! Black flame is more powerful than white flame! *see abilities and powers thread* crying )
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:05 pm
Sakabato looks around the tavern one more time.
"Still no one..."
He takes his last sip of his luke-warm milk. He gives a big yawn, he tries to keep himself awake, but starts falling asleep on the bar.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 10:31 am
Zadea walks in, studying the tavern, a faint splotch of pink stained onto her chest fur, though she seemed otherwise quite well-cleaned. "There's just something about this place..." She mumbled, noting the sleeping Saka on the bar. "Upsy-daisy." She said, gently picking him up as to not wake him. She then walked down the hallway to her left into the few downstairs rooms. After gently resting him on a bed, Zadea turned back, quickly, silently padding down the hall to retrieve a key for his room. That was placed on the table next to the bed, and the door locked with a master key. "Now, just to wait for people."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 10:39 am
Duriono walked out of the room ywning "morin everybody" Unlike normaly where Duri always had his collar high he kept it unsuallu low so low that you could see most of his neck which had a few scars "Oh hey Zadea how'd you sleep?" he grinned largely showing his set of fangs. Hhe seemed completely unmoovved by the dragon in the tavern.
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Versatile Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 10:49 am
"Not at all." She said, grinning wryly at him, her tail swinging back and forth. The messes, whatever remained of them, were totally gone, and everything was slowly going back to normal without anyone to really tend to it. "You really need to learn some finesse, okay? Too much broken glass. That doesn't agree with paws." Zadea said, lifting one of her bare, padded feet for him to look at.
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