Forgotten Secrets Roleplay

There would be the softest sigh as Lamot returned to the bar, shaking his head and pouring a beer to one of the newcomers. He knew what they were, and didn't bother with carding her. Kamaria came over to him for her little speech, and at least his face would light up with that cryptic half smile that replaced it.





"Kamaria, I know perfectly well how to use you, that isn't the issue. part of me wanting to teach you how to fight with your fists is that I think it would just be more beneficial in an actual fight to me. I know how skilled some of these others can be, but I have managed to deal with more than one pair by myself with the bat. Just saved time and effort, really. Don't worry about being useless, because you're not. It might just come down to using you in nontraditional ways."





His shoulders would shrug, he knew there was a pair in the room with them, and worst case, he could probably get his hands on a stungun or the like through his associates for her, but the issue wasn't really there for him. He was a brawler, a bruiser. He could make do with impromptu weapons, but it did really seem to concern her.





"I'll make you a deal. I'll spend half a day a week training with you, if you spend half a day a week learning how to hold your own in a fistfight, I mean, after all, I might not be around when you find a pair closing in on you. Besides, I don't think its completely as bad as you think. No everyone is so violent as you give them aspirations too, and a lot of humans are worse than some wielders."





Of course, when the argument of the two new people reached a crescendo, he would give that half smile, ruffling Kamaria's hair, and pressing his finger to his lips with a wink before moving over to the girl who had come in. He would lean on the bar with one elbow, proping his hand on his chin. She was definately something, he would give her that. Just which half of the pair he wouldn't know until the other stormed out.





"Don't worry. If you don't try to pick a fight in here with us, I won't have to hurt you both. First one's on the house. and try to not cause a scene with your boyfriend in the future, its an embarrassment to you, to me, to everyone else who has to see it, and honestly, its not like it was even a very good one."





With that he would turn back to moving along the bar, filling drink orders as he moved, a twinkle in his eyes until he leaned back against the centre of the bar, the faintest groove in the wood showing its where he stood as some guardian of the alcohol.
 
Kamaria crossed her arms, her eyes searching him through and through carefully as her wielder tried to give an explanation as to why he wanted her to learn how to fist fight. She did manage a half smile, though, as he did say she wasn't useless to him.


"Well...I appreciate that...," she replied softly, a genuine look of appreciation lingering in her blue eyes.


The girl pondered the proposal first before giving a final decision. She was just the type to always think things through before acting, which sometimes was a great thing while others it wasn't so great. Pursing her lips together, she let her eyes meet Lemot's. Ooh, a clever one was he. He knew full well she couldn't resist giving in when he gave her that face, that impish grin.


"Ooooh...alright, we have a deal," she finally answered, twirling the cloth in her hands.


Even before the escalating vocal fight nearby finally came to a peak and ended with the guy storming out, she had sensed another pair. It was like someone running a finger down her spine, sending a chill through every fiber of her being. Even if she wasn't strong in a fight, at least there was one thing she could do that was beneficial. She seemed to feel when another pair was close even before Lemot. She didn't know if it was because she had almost gotten murdered by one and was always looking out for that sort of thing or if it was a certain gift persay, but she definitely got that strong vibe with other partners were near.


Turning her head, she just caught sight of the guy's heel disappearing out the door. Looking to Lemot, she saw he had already floated over to the scene and was giving the girl a talk. Sure, he had the fighting ring underneath the place, but there and only there did he allow full blown violence. He kept a tight hold on his bar yet managed to keep an air of calmness, which Kamaria admired him for.


Walking over to him after he'd finished lecturing the young woman, she set a few dirty mugs in the sink. "Would you like me to go after him? I know you hate losing potential customers," she asked quietly, nodding towards where the young man had just left.
 
~There you go. Upper body, need to work on wrist strength definately. Give me a lunge, blade out forward, perpendicular to the ground,start with two hands for the push, step forward, extend your entire bodyand then push with one hand, leaning into it. Let me just see how you do with it.~


Satsu would hear something else in Cal's voice, at least the disdain and arrogance as he assessed what he would have to train her with was lowering fairly quickly. He liked her, even if she was going to take a while to train, but daggers were nothing if not swords, so she might even have the basics down. Excitement to be held like this? It was enough to make her wonder, really. Of course after the lunge he would shift back, looking down at her, which he had to do because of his height, if nothing else, taking a handkercheif from his pocket and tearing it into strips of bandaging which he would tie around his throat.


"A bit of work, and you might even be able to learn how to use me properly. Alright, I'm impressed. Where do you live? we need to set up some kind of training area."


No respect for her in his voice, but there was excitement and a lack of disdain. He was seriously going to make her work out? Maybe she should kill him after all, even as useful as he could be. She hopefully would have realised that he had been telling the truth, that he could easily dismember, he was sharp, and with the weight. It might be enough to keep her interested.
 
“Some life sitting around staring at a screen is!” Gyspy called back after him, of course letting him go out of frustration. Somehow she couldn’t help wonder if whoever ran the universe hated her. Sighing she hit her head lightly on the table before her. Nah Astaroth wasn’t that bad, they just were opposites in way to many ways at times. He was just no fun at all and didn’t seem to ever want to be.


Lifting her head at Lemot’s comment she studied him, making a mental note to try to teach Astaroth what a real life was later. “Are you that pervert who is going to start hitting on me” a smirk and a tease across her face. It wasn’t like she would call to Astaroth for help anyways; she could handle her own right? “If not can I claim you were?” A slight laugh crossed her face as she knew she probably caught the guy off guard some.


When he spoke of scenes and boyfriends and such she merely rolled her eyes finding those lines too easily place. “We both know he’s not my boyfriend, and we both know no one cares about what others do. At most it would be a grand laugh for a few days to tell some buddies and be forgotten by the end of the month.” Another swing of the beer told her this place had the best at least, if you planned to get drunk may as well do so on it.


“I also don’t need some old man offering me free drinks.” Sure he didn’t look old, weapons and wielders aged to 20 at the most. He just had this sense of wisdom about her, which told her he had been around much longer than she had. “I have money, sides if you gave away all your drinks to new people how could you afford to restock right?” At that her eyes would turn from him, he said he wouldn’t attack. She would give him that much trust while his bar was full at least. Trying to kill someone where you worked was bad for business and your job after all.
 
Something rare happened when Lamot was spoken back to. He laughed, it was a short, barking laugh, but surprisingly genuine. He wasn't insulted, he took it with a grain of salt, as he did most.


"No, I'm not the guy who's going to hit on you. No, you can't claim it if you want to keep drinking the stuff I make. As for free drinks, I have no objection to giving you my first one free, because if you've tasted better, you wouldn't be sitting in my bar, and I have a good memory for certain faces."


He would look her over and actually nod his approval at the girl before him, trying one of his homebrews before retreating to his spot behind the bar. His attention went back to Kamaria, the twisted half smile on his face. He would nod his head a little.


"Up to you, I did just hear you say you were afraid of things, and outside, I can't protect you without being with you. Secondly, you know the rules, no interference in drama. If she stays here, he'll be back, if not, she'll go after him. I won't stop you, but you never know what might be a trap."


That might surprise Kamaria, he knew what was going on to a degree. Or more to the point, he actually showed how much of a suspicious old man he was. He did know the score, his air of calm, that was all an act of sorts, a mask drawn over him. The fact he did do crosswords, she had even caught him playing chess once or twice downstairs, even if he did lose the game, his dichotony of order above and chaos below. It might just make her wonder exactly what he did when she wasn't around.


He always played his cards close to his chest, smalltalk and conversation with patrons, fine. He could spend hours waxing drunken philosophical. She would have seen forced expressions on his face, and the occassional real one, as when he was just insulted. Words didn't hurt him, didn't even phase him, he saved up everything and used it when he wanted to.


"If you want to chase him, on your own head be it, but if he gets violent, run back here, alright?"
 
Kamaria's face paled a bit at the mentioning that it may be a trap. Glancing to the girl at the counter, then the door, she smoothed out her now mussed hair and sighed a bit. "On second thought, I should probably just stay here...," she murmured, angry at the fear that resided in her. Just because she had almost been killed by another wielder and weapon didn't mean they were all that way. However, almost getting murdered does change your mindset...


Chewing the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit of hers whenever she was thinking hard, she punched Lemot lightly in the shoulder. "Darn you for making my decisions so dang hard to make," she spoke up before heading out into the main room to pick up some empty glasses for refills. One particularly drunken man attempted to get Kamaria's attention but she merely rolled her eyes and ventured back to the counter, sliding a couple mugs towards Lemot to fill with his mixed drinks then filling the rest with the frothy beer. When they were all full once more, she brought them back to the table, skillfully avoiding the particular male customer as she weaved her way back to her partner.


"My curiosity's got a hold of me and I need a breath of fresh air anyway. I think I'll go see what's up with him, maybe get him to come back," she would explain to Lemot.


At his warning, she chuckled and nodded, her ponytail bobbing up and down.


"Alright, I will," she assured him, laying a hand on his brawny shoulder and shaking it softly before heading out the door. Making it outside, she glanced around in search of the one who had stormed out only moments before.
 

Gyspy was doing just fine, drinking, and watching the people playing pool. She crossed her legs leaning back against the bar some. She couldn’t help wonder if one of those cops were crocked, one felt it for some reason. It was when she saw Kama past and head for the door that she seemed to tense. Her eyes glancing to Lemot with a glare almost warning him that they better not be out to hurt her partner. After all why kill the wielder? That didn’t get you anything, the weapon was what opened up new forms for you to use.


“Hey old man, you best not play dirty!” She called over to him, keeping a stern look on her face. She was starting to really get worried about Tar. The guy said he wouldn’t help though and was the one who stormed off. If he ended up dead because of her though, she narrowed her eyes taken another swig of the beer. She knew if they killed him she would burn this piece of shit bar to the ground.


 
Lamot would have mixed the drinks into new glasses, moving the other two into the dishwasher. He felt just washing htem was a waste of time, but, to be honest, a lot of things Kamaria would get up to if she didn't wash the plates and glasses were worth not always using it around her. He would not show the worry, but the catcall from the other one would make him look over to her, an eyebrow being raised.





"Neither should your boyfriend, little girl. Hey, that reminds me, you got any ID on you?"





It was as close to a rebuke as she would get, giving her the half smile, moving with his usual motion, taking orders, disappearing now and then to come out with some cheap finger foods, and doing things with a bit more order to everything. It was who he was, and he had the experience behind the bar to know what he was doing. Hell, his bar, he could probably do it all blindfolded wearing earmuffs. A few of the regulars would come and go, and she would see the occassional drink not being paid for, but the end of the month, he knew who they were.
 
"i knew this was a horrible idea" Taro said under his breath before he sprung forwards, landing a kick to the man nearest his partners groin in order buy her time to breath, seeing the man double up in pain the boy shouted out; "im sorry!" he honestly detested the situation they where in, knowing that the only resolution would yield to more violence made him seriously consider becoming a pacifist until the end of his days.


Taro placed a hand on his wielder`s shoulder; " Säde im ready" Taro tensed, waiting on Säde to turn him into a tool of destruction.


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Alphonse nodded and hoisted October up on his shoulders staggering a few steps before he finally acclimatized to the added weight and got a steady pace going as he headed into the busy side walk, his partner actually weighed less than he thought she would, a fact that he cursed capitalism and poverty for.


Once he got enough money from investing into the stock market he would move out of the hotel and get a nice house for him and October where he could pamper her until she no longer remembered what it would be like to struggle or sleep in a dumpster, or at least he wished that it could be that way. even if they do make it into the upper or even the middle class of the twisted social ladder it would do nothing to stop other pairs from hunting them down and trying to kill them. the sad truth was that for people like them, there would never be such a thing called an easy life.


the young man came to a stop just in front won-ton`s glass doors before he set October down so he could open the door for her; "After you".
 
October struggled a bit when Alphonse hoisted her up over his shoulder. "Hey! I'm in the sun! THE SUN! It buuuuurns!" The girl didn't haves time to grab her umbrella, but soon they arrived in front of Won-Ton's, and October quickly hid into the dimmer lit building. She shivered as of she just came out of the cold. This over-reacting was normal for her when it came to light or the sun. She crossed her arms and scowled at Alphonse.


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"In a good mood?" Julian asked in a murmur. No, he wasn't in a good mood. He never was. All he ever felt was hate, anger, and the desire to become strong. Sociopathic was the perfect word to describe him. He crossed his arms until they arrived at an abandoned car garage, which was popular among many vagabonds. "Go ahead, change. And be quick about it." he barked.
 
Alphonse ignored her comments while he was carrying her but attempted to unlock the girls scowl and crossed arms by ruffling he hair; "go ahead you little rascal" he said with a playful smile. he never really understood his partners dislike for light, he just took it like one would when their little sibling would got some weird habit that annoyed you sometimes but still made the person unique.
 
Sayuri stayed back in the mouth of the alleyway, seemingly unphased by Säde's injury "B-back up!" Säde coughed As she rose to all fours "What are you doing?!" She growled, regaining her composure. This a three one one fight! I don't need your help!" The man Taro Had kicked lay grunting in the fetal position clutching himself, while the other two had recovered and moved over to Taro. "Whatdaya Thing yer doin?" one of the men said in a deep throaty voice. "This dissisa private fight boy!" Just then Säde leaped onto the mans back and sent him face first into the pavement with a smack. "Thanks Taro" Säde spit sarcastically "You probably just voided the fight, nothing left for us here, lets go before this crowd gets to rowdy." A dozen confused bums glared out at the fight with a blank expression, not entirely sure what just happened... The remaining man rushed towards them in a frenzy, only to be stoped dead as Säde fist sunk into his face, sending him falling limply to the ground. "I won" She muttered as she dug through the mans tattered dirt-covered jacket for money. "Thirty dollars, lets go Sayuri" "Whats that for then eh? Not all food right?"
 
Finally spotting the other wielder, Kamaria scurried after him but had to slide to a stop, not wanting to get run over by traffic. Finally as the light turned red, she sped across the walkway and finally made it to the young man. "H-hey! Wait up!" she called out, running up in front of him.


Holding her pointer finger in a "wait" motion, she leaned on her knees and panted slightly, catching her breath. Once her breathing had slowed to an almost normal rate, she stood up straight. "I don't know what that fight was all about, but you know it is getting dark. Why don't you come back inside? Maybe Lemot, the bartender, will even give you a free drink. He's pretty swell like that," she inquired, looking up at Astaroth's face. Truthfully, her heart was beating a million times a minute, just in dread that this wielder might turn out to be a deadly assassin. You never knew these days and her being a weapon, it was even more dangerous for in order to gain a new form, all he would have to do is slit her throat.


"Besides, I create the best deep fried treats in town if I do say so myself. You look starved," Kamaria would add, placing her hands on her hips and trying to appear calm instead of nervous.
 
Taro turned away from the carnage and handed Säde her jacket back; "that was too close even for you Säde!" the boy stopped himself when he noticed that he was yelling, he was`nt angry with his wielder so why was he raising his voice?. Taro made sure to take up his normal, soft tone of voice before he continued; "those men had nothing but pure blood lust in their eyes, if things did`nt end so smoothly they could have killed you- they could`ve even killed Sayuri... isn`t there a better way to get by?" Taro said desperately hoping that his partner would at least give up the more life threatening street fights in pursuit of something more docile.
 
When Astaroth saw Kamaria running towards him, he began to speed up a little as he walked, but the girl soon caught up with him anyway. He could sense her, a weapon. Didn't she know it was a bit stupid to just run to her like she did? When she invited him back to the bar, he scowled. "I have no interest in that place. I don't consume alcohol, nor do I care to. You can go and tell my partner I've had it with her, and I'm leaving! And I'm fine, I don't need any food." He told her harshly.


October squealed in excitement before scurrying off and grabbing a plate, a few plates, and piling on the food. She got a few strange looks, but people quickly looked away. She was pretty scrawny looking, so she wasn't judged as harshly as she would have been if she had more weight on her.


October looked over at her partner as she sat at a table. "You eating?" She asked him.
 
Kamaria huffed and blew the loose lock of hair out of her face, backing out of his way. She flinched slightly at his harsh words and immediately shut her mouth for a moment, frightened that he would turn on her at any moment. "O-oh....well, I know I've been pretty made at my wielder myself...," she murmured in reply, shuffling her feet a bit on the concrete sidewalk on which they stood, "But really all you need is some time to cool off. Your partner..well at least I know mine is my...my best friend and protector. I don't know what I'd do without him, even though I am simply fuming at him sometimes."


Digging into her apron pocket, Kamaria would then pull out a freshly fried chicken tender, wrapped carefully in a couple napkins. "It is your life, though, and I know I'm just a stranger. It's ultimately your decision...but maybe just think about that. She probably needs you way more than both of you think." Extending her arm, she carefully placed the food in his hands. "Here. You've probably already eaten but I know how tough it is out there on your own. Save it for later," she told him softly.


With that, she turned quietly on her heel, looked both ways before crossing the street, and began heading back towards the bar, her light blue ponytail swishing behind her.
 
"Food is first priority Sayuri." Säde Remarked coldly as she grasped her hand and led her out of the alley, her haste betraying her shock. "What are you thinkin' Sayuri, Whadaya need?" she said nervously, her adrenaline wearing off.


"Oh nothing" She replied coyly, looking to the ground. "Just this new jacket.."


Säde Sighed," I'll think about it, sayuri.. I-I need a drink. We'll talk later Taro, Here's a few dollars, buy Sayuri an ice-cream or somthin'. She Speed walked away and into the depths of a near by bar.


She moved to an empty bar seat and plopped her self down dejectedly. Was Taro right? Was this to much? They'd hadn't injured her overmuch... but who's to say That it wont happen next time? And what about Sayuri..... she didn't want to hurt her..


"' 'ey, I'd like a Rusty nail" She yelled behind the counter" She needed this money.. But one drink couldn't hurt could it...?
 
Alphonse had a distant look on his face, the feeling was faint but there was no denying it. Alphonse was certain that there was at least one pair within 4 minutes walking distance from them; "Lord just give us one more uneventful day, i`m begging you." the young man muttered under his breath.


Upon hearing October he tried and thankfully succeeded in acting normal, as if he wasent ready to grab his partner and run. "sure" he answered walking to the spread tables grabbing a plate which he added some fried rice to along with some dumplings before an attendant clad in a black T shirt and matching apron directed the pair to their seats that had a window with a clear view of the bar next door to them.


Alphonse looked out the window and got the same felling he had before, but it was more intense, it felt as if his body temperature was was rapidly declining starting from his lungs and spreading outwards to every fiber of his being, that man standing by the side walk close to the bar was definitely a member of a pair but where was his partner?


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Taro sighed when he saw his wielder go off into the direction of the bar but decided against following her in favor of taking Sayuri out for ice cream as he was instructed, his partner probably needed some alone time more than he did; "what flavor do you want?" he said to Sayuri as he began the trek with her towards the closet DQ.


he would come back and wait at the bars front door in about an hour...
 
Of course the fact that someone would call out for a drink would get a raised eyebrow, a faint shake of the head, Lamot's hands moving deftly, the ice into a decent sized tumbler. A Rusty nail? Waste of perfectly good whiskey. Scotch whiskey, a shade over the recommended amount, topping it up with drambui, a faint shake of his head at the tastes of some people, but he wasn't one to judge as he gently stirred the drink, walking it out into the depths, stopping to pick up some dirty glasses in his left hand, placing the drink before the latest customer. He would look down at her, his face perfectly placed.


"Should charge you double or given you a Sutherland. Waste of good scotch."


Besides the fact it was probably the best one she would have drunk, he did after all have his pride in his work, even a blasphemy of a drink like that, he hadn't asked her for money. He could tell a lot about people, and that one, he wasn't afraid to say, worried him a little. Of course, the fact that this would have made the second new pair to walk in today, but not a touch or moment of nervousness. Mind you, he would be able to take care of any problems that would arise. It didn't mean he wasn't a little glad Kamaria was outside.


Of course, his hands full, a young man would stand up and purposefully knock into him, and he would sigh softly. Always was one of them, wasn't there. Another empty glass and he would retire to fill the dishwasher with one hand, pouring the few quietly and politely ordered drinks with the other.
 
Astaroth looked at Kamaria a bit confused. Sure, her words were true. Perhaps all he needed was some time to cool off. Once she left, he looked at the chicken tender she handed him. He took one bite before re-wrapping it in the napkin and placing it in the pocket of his hoodie. Sighing, he slowly began walking back towards the bar and entered inside. He scowled when he saw a guy talking to her, but hey, what did he care? He sat at a table and Pulled out his laptop.


October began to notice the nervousness and near panic in Alphonse. October had this certain handycap that she couldn't sense other weapons or wielders. It put her in a great disadvantage most of the time. "Hey, you okay...?" She asked him. "You look pale..." She stood up and held a hand to his forehead. "You kind of feel warm..." She murmured.
 
Säde seemed to have the same handicap, For she Didn't seem to notice the proximity of the other pairs. She just sat cluelessly at the bar, eying the drink set before her. She's only ever been to a bar once before, she never got anything, but she heard one man order a "Rusty nail".. The only liquor she'd ever had was the cheap vodka she'd stolen from various people living on the street. The drink comforted her, dulling the pain of her constant plight with inebriation.. She looked down at the drink with clumsily disguised wonder before picking up the glass and downing half of it. Säde's face contorted weirdly at the bitterness of the drink, nearly spiting it out. With a grimace she forced her self to swallow the liquid, the whiskey burning her throat.
 
Alphonse was paying to much attention to the possible threat in the window to fully discern what October was saying to him until he felt a hand on his forehead causing the young man to turn and make eye contact with his partner his glasses would make his hazel colored eyes appear bigger than they really where, Alphonse blinked twice upon meeting October`s gaze as if he was just coming out of a trance "i- im fine" he stammered feeling his cheeks go red
 
Kamaria slipped back inside, smiling to herself having seen Astaroth walk in behind her. "My work here is done," she chuckled softly to herself. Making her way up to the counter, filling her arms with empty glasses on the way, she hurried back to the dishwasher and helped Lemot finish loading it up. Jerking her thumb towards Astaroth subtly, she smiled a bit.


"I believe I might have won you a new customer. He doesn't drink, but that doesn't mean he won't come back just to hang out," Kamaria stated satisfactorily.


Grabbing the cleaner, she squirted off the counters, swiftly wiping them down with the skill of experience from working at the bar for so many years. She then put the cleaning supplies off to the side on the little board where she kept them and got a few clean, empty mugs, filling all with the foamy beer except one. The last she set aside before working on really one of the only two drinks she specialized in, the Shirley Temple. Mainly she followed the typical recipe, but also put her own twist on it, adding a few extra sodas. Lemot definitely had magic on his side when creating his special mixed alcoholic drinks, but Kamaria had made it her art of making the non-alcoholic stuff to the point where she could make a Shirley Temple or a Roy Rogers even better than the bar master himself.


Wandering over to where the teenage boy sat with his computer at the counter after she'd filled the last glass with her Shirley Temple mix, she slid the non-alcoholic beverage over to him, making sure it wouldn't hit the laptop. "On the house," she stated simply, wiping her hands on her apron before venturing out into the main area, serving the rest of the beers to her other customers.


Once she made her rounds and returned back to where Lemot stood at the tap, the barmaid grinned and hung on his shoulder. "Would you mind whipping me up my special? I'm parched," she asked sweetly, trying not to grin as she gave him a cute pleading face.


Lemot had learned early on that Kamaria would not drink anything alcoholic. In fact, if she detected the slightest hint of alcohol in it, even if it had just been a drop, she would refuse it. So over the years, he had began creating a special beverage with no alcohol for her. At first she thought he was trying to mock her for being a wimp or a loser for not drinking, but eventually she learned to love it and requested it often from him.
 



Gypsy in her own ways was pouting and worried for her partner. Her snap to the tender earlier had gotten a question of ID. If she had been more playful she probably would have teased him in a dangerous way, about how he served underage people before checking them. That or how she had plenty of ID’s just tell her the type he wanted, male, female, age . . . but she was more concern for her partner at the moment to say a word.





She would be watching Lemot like a hawk now when she could just in case something was wrong and they came after her. It was how he commented to his own customer about a drink that got a giggle though despite his worry. Amazed at his grace when someone challenged him in their own way . . . that bar tender was built, but he didn’t even once lean or bump the guy back in a mere act to catch his balance. Hell the guy even stayed in the bar . . . what was up with this place? When was there a decent bar fight when you needed one?





A realization at that thought caused her to pale. She wasn’t much of a fighter herself; sure she could hold her own at times but only in methods of escape usually. If a fight broke out, and chaos was caused . . . well there she would be easier prey. Once more her eyes shifted to the door only to see the girl come back. Her eyes narrowed coldly, it was too soon, what had happened to Tar?





She stood about to ‘politely’ pull the wench over only to see her friend enter as well and give a sigh of relief. Bastard had her scared half to death. She couldn’t help break out in a laugh after awhile though; he didn’t even know how worried he had made her. The rush of relief alone was a high in ways and she would order another beer before trying to join Tar at his side. “You know, you shouldn’t scare me like that right? What happened out there? Should I have a talk with that two-bit whore?”


 
Dante would finish up his own ice cream silently, the image of his mother flashing through his mind once more. No he refused to think she was dead, that her spirit was what came to him. She was much too strong for such a thing to happen. His expression would be conflicted, all because the silly girl beside him and her talk of spirits. At the brother comment he would turn his head to her, his expression taking on its usual coldness. “Get out of here and get back to searching for the others”


“It’s not like we can go off getting jobs or the like, sticking around one place just leads to trouble and you know it” sure his words were on the harsh side, but the kid was practically useless alone, he couldn’t have her running off on her own and getting killed. Without another word he would dispose of his trash and head for the door, the sun in the sky already threatening to leave them soon, “Perhaps it would be best to just find a place to spend the night”
 
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