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[WoD] Heart of the Mountain

"No I've been on the road for most of the night. What happened? Ah yes Mizoguchi, yes he was rather fun to play. It was a bit hard breaking the habits I've built up with practice." He said since the character had a more comical or clumsy fighting style hiding the fact that he was a master of the sword something that you only really get to see at the last fight vs the main bad guy.


"Yea, I understand I'm still pretty new to the lifestyle so it's understandably that you don't know me from much else." He took another sip of his drink.


"Yeah, I'm sure I can find something that could keep me busy while I'm here at least. So do you own the place or just working here?" He asked since he hated talking about himself, that was the one downside about being an movie star everyone wanted to find out everything about him. He tried to give them bite sized pieces just to keep them from prying too deeply. He was sure the Guardians would be all over his ass if he was not careful.
 
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Meila moved with determination towards James and in the blink of an eye, he was before her striking her body with his harsh attack. Meila recoiled from the blow and in pain, exhaled sharply at his fist struck her chest. Even though her body had lost most of its feeling due to the cold, there was no denying the ferocity of his attack... although it barely ranked among the pain and torture that she had endured that left her body disfigured and in the state James now viewed. While clothed, she was quite pretty and perhaps seemed harmless, but naked, she was a monstrosity... a real life horror story of neglect and suffering that had pushed her to the very edge of hell and in some cases, beyond.


Meila's lips, despite her having taken the first blow, twisted into a mocking smile as she sung a few words in quick succession whilst driving her knife towards James with all the will she had left. "Śāśbata śikhā āmākē dā'ō! Hēla phalaka!"





As Meila spoke the last syllable, the blade of her knife started to sizzle and turn red hot and as quickly James had moved previously, her blade ignited with an intense flame as she drove in deep into his body, right up to its handle. She glared coldly into James' eyes, though at the same time shed a silent tear as she gave her knife a twist and withdrew it forcefully.
 

Roxane took a small breathe, her hands across the surface of the dark wall hidden in shadow. She felt the wetness on her face, it was from the heat of the air vents, or the tight spaces. She watched as the people moved about, unnoticed by them, and they unaware of her presence. She analyzed the people going about, waiting for her chance to follow. It was a short wait when the police man who had the spear, to roxanes pleasure, began coming in a distance where he appeared to be heading out the door, and was close enough for Roxane to follow. She breathed in bringing her feelings and emotions into calmness, with composure to the scene and everything around, she would need this if she wished to continue.


She with silent feet, stepped behind him careful of not being seen by the others, the fellows who saw him where unaware of her and would simply wave in greeting to the man in front of her then go about their business. Roxane anticipated for him to look back but he never did.


If he moved an arm, she moved an arm, if he took a step she took a step, if he breathed she breathed. Roxane became the mans shadow. dear sir, what is it you intend to do with that spear? she wondered, watching his odd movements. The man was strong and stumbly to roxane. Everything was clear, they made it past under the flickering lights of a few casino slot machines. She watched the scenery pass as if she where a simple bystander in a show.


Soon, the man opened the door and roxane slipped behind him, careful not to be hit as it sent a breeze past her


"..." roxane tilted her head at the clueless police man, she felt the moons light streaming down on her face, she felt as if a vampire because she enjoyed the night so much. The fresh air was much better then the overcondensed vents. She breathed it calmly, sticking to the shadows of the man before he went off into a place she could not follow, she side stepped into an ally, away from the prying eyes of the police cars finding a trash can to hide behind to plan and from there she watched unnoticed at the police car peeping around the corner. She could see everything in slow movement, as if her eyes could slow time, the man who was holding the spear appeared to be talking to someone, lets see if you will keep that smile soon.


She then pulled back her hand as if she where holding on to an arrow, and aimed her finger like a gun, pointing at the spear. He had not gotten into the car yet, she released the invisible arrow/trigger as if an invisible tracker hit the edge of the spear before she saw the spear go into the police vehicle. They where keeping tabs on it it seemed, perhaps they would take it back for testing?


Roxane did not know what they intended to do nor where they intended to go, but atleast she had time to report these things to the person who gave her the mission. She had a few things to discuss.


The tracker was like something she could connect with whenever she wanted to, in a way, of course everything has its time limits, she sensed its presence remain in the area still.


Roxane hid back behind the trashcan. "Time to leave this joint," she yawned not even a challenge. allowing her thoughts to slip a bit into the dangerous cocky side, she did manage to finish the mission, afterall, whats it going to hurt?

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(WIP... i did start this on friday, but my computer sort of taxed out and i lost the data ._.)

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"But in the end that's what made your character memorable to a lot of people, I think." She says, shrugging. "That's none of my business, though." She says, and it wasn't. She had gotten away with that statement, and going into it any further might reveal the fact that she didn't know what she was talking about.... and she wasn't dumb in the slightest


"Ah, yes, indeed, I run this little slice of Paradiso." She says, shrugging. "I mostly tend bar and stuff out of boredom really. All work and no play makes Rosette a dull lady.... and all play and no works makes Rosette happy to be alive." She says, pouring her another cup of gin, and topping off his Sake. "This way, I can get the best of both worlds. Stomach full of drinks, wallet full of money." She cheers, "You know, you're not stuck up like I thought most in your profession would be. I like that." She says
 
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Hmm... Schizophrenia, perhaps? From the visible abuse, I wouldn't be surprised... Dis-associative identity disorder is also possible. Not sure what to do next, Dr. Robert followed the girl through the woods. In all his years as a practitioner, he had never met anyone like her, and he was very curious about her condition. He knew better than to hassle the hatstand, and so he opted to simply observe.


As he followed her, they seemed to reach some kind of ruin. Robert stayed back while the girl approached a man that seemed familiar to him. In all the excitement of the last day, he had a difficult time discerning where he knew him from. He didn't have much time to think about this because it appeared that the two individuals were about to engage in combat.


Robert hid behind a nearby tree, observing the proceedings from a safe location. What he beheld made his jaw drop. He quickly took out a notebook and began furiously scribbling in a shorthand while observing the ensuing battle. How was ANY of this possible? This couldn't be just the LSD, it had never done something like this. And it couldn't have been another drug, he would have known. But then he recalled another piece of theoretical physics known as Schrodinger's great allusion. The idea hypothesizes alternate dimensions, and states that they would have different laws of physics. It goes on to say that the largest differences would occur in the dynamics of the four fundamental forces of physics: the weak force, the strong force, gravity, and electromagnetism. Seeing as these being MUST be from that alternate dimension, he believed that due to the abundance of incredible observations was due alterations in one or more of these forces. Due to the familiarity of these other worldly being, he believed that the strong and weak forces were not changed. It must be related to how gravity or electromagnetism operate to create such varied actions. And if they were made from those physical laws, would their matter potentially convey such traits even in our world? Its the only option. Otherwise the interactions between the two forms of matter would have had catastrophic affects once they crossed over, and vice versa.


The girl had been hurt badly, but still struck down her foe. Robert was not yet ready to leave his current location. Not until he knew it was safe
 


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As things seemed to be calming down, it was the sound of Ahnoah speaking that arose higher to Rosalina's attention than anything that Ao had said, which she was thankful for and would compensate him but only after she dealt with the boy in front of her. "I don't see any need to give you 10 years of free food, in fact that'd be perhaps the stupidest thing that I could do. I'd lose profit and this business would probably begin to lose customers by service drops. I wouldn't see sueing working well either, seeing as this was Elise who was the problem, sir, I will handle her. You on the other hand, while you may not receive ten years of free food, I can still give you something else instead. We'll patch you up so you're good as new and you can feel free to use this place as a shelter for yourself. You are welcome here and I will keep our dear waitress here in line."


While she was taking care of talking to Ahnoah, it seemed Ao was finishing up things and probably taking his leave back into the main room -- Elise on the other hand seemed to be texting someone on her phone, probably venting for her anger issues. She was known to be irritable and act irrationally but whoever it was that the girl was contacting it seemed to only make the girl look more upset, leading to Rosalina sighing and feeling sorry for the dear girl. She'll have to tend to her dear companion later, both in reprimanding for her actions and comfort for the obvious emotional train ride that she was riding.
 


Silva Mulier

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Silva had spaced out faintly when the man with the nice bike had passed her by, and shook her head to try and shake off the fatigue she felt from this morning. She entered the Crypt and sat at a table a little ways away from the man she had seen earlier, who was with a woman she knew was the owner. She didn't come to this bar too often, but when she did it was mainly for its good service and amazing drinks; she came to the bar when she was stressed and having issues she needed some relief from. It was tough getting the money for her bills, sometimes, so she'd come here and talk to anyone who was willing to listen.


Silva watched as the owner of the bar chatted with the man at the bar and chuckled, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The cafe next door smelled amazing earlier, and she had smelled some cake that had been made recently. That smelled really good... She thought to herself and let out her breath, then looked at the tattoos that covered her arms and her chest. Most of them were culturally themed, based on her 1/2 of Native American blood, to represent her culture and what she was. She smiled, tracing her finger along one of them, as if playing along the lines.


(I'm going to be using this different BBCode. Hopefully people won't kill me for this one.)


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@Xistund @ValkyrieRose Mood: Curious/Bored Location: Bar adjacent to Cafe Noir

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Luckily, he wasn't prone to headaches.


After finishing up the research he needed for Caeda, he replaced the files into their respective positions exactly as he had taken them out. Giving a big, genuine smile, he placed the box on the clerk's desk. "I appreciate you letting me look at the public stuff. It really helps me out!" At a leisurely pace, he exited the police station, and made sure he was out of sight of the windows before he cut back. He had a meeting with someone who knew Harry, after all, and that was his next research target. Hopefully she would also have a direction on where to find the random girl who was screaming at the top of her lungs at Terrance the bartender.


He arrived at the designated meeting spot, and while he waited for the girl to show up, he practiced in controlling his thoughts so that only information he wanted her to see got through. He didn't know the extent of her magical ability, so one could never be too cautious.
 
Anthony nodded at the last bit. "No, I used to be but I had a good teacher who shown me that you could always be brought down." He thought back when he first awakened and was new to the truth. He thought he was the baddest of bad-asses to roam the world. He was lucky he didn't do anything too stupid. He had to admit he was not a bright man, maybe not even an honest one but he was a hell of a lot better then what he could have been without his master's training.


He nodded to the woman who sat down, he thought he saw her on the way into town but he was unsure. He took another drink of his refilled sake. "Oh one more thing. Is there any places in town where no one is likely to go?" He thought he would ask since bars tend to be the place you gather info, at least in the movies they are. "I just want to find somewhere to work out and I hate prying eyes."
 
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"Sounds like you're quite lucky." Rosette says. "Not many people would like you if you became a prick. You're too cute for that." She says, She writes down a few places on a piece of paper, "Here are a few places I know that are quiet. Some have gyms nearby. The last one is my own adress." She says. "You won't get much quieter than that. I get off at about 7 or 8, depending on how busy it is." She says. "Of course, if you just want some peace and quiet, I can lead you to a small office in the back... it's a room i haven't figured out what to do with." She says, smiling inwardly. "Oh please, take that option.' She inwardly begged. 'i want Movie Actor blood' she thnks to herself.


Seeing a woman she dimly recognized a, she would pretend to smile, pouring a drink and moving, setting it in front of there. "Enjoy your morning so far?" She asked. "Are you alright? That whole cliche of talking to a bartender became cliche for a reason." She offers. She didn't care, of course, but the information one could recieve was pricelss
 
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Silva Mulier

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Silva took the drink offered by the bartender and sipped it, not wanting to get too fuzzy before going back to her mechanic work. It's not like she disliked her job - in fact, she loved it - but she wanted some EXCITEMENT in her life, or at least something interesting to do. So, being the open person she was, she spoke, loud enough for anyone within a couple feet to hear. "I'm looking for work. Not any job other than my mechanic work, I mean like something adventurous, or something that'll give me money, you know?" She said with a sigh and sipped her drink again, enjoying the warm, foggy, feeling she got from the drink. She sighed, flipped her braid over her shoulder and to her back, then recalled hearing the bartender say something earlier. What was her name...She had a distinct smell that Silva could identify her by, but she always had trouble recalling her name. Rosette! That's it. "Hey, Rosette, I heard you mention some quiet gyms nearby? Maybe I could practice before finding some job to do something in this godforsaken town." Silva suggested and finished her drink, then placed the glass back on the bar with a gentle thud.


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@ValkyrieRose Mood: Bored Location: Bar next to Cafe Noir (name?)

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Session 3, Scene 4: Clarity

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As James’ body crumpled to the ground in shock, Meila’s own gaze was locked ahead of her, looking miles off into the sky. This was her first real fight and she had seen it through, though the cost was in the blood of another and she was having difficulty processing the situation. She had been made to kill before… but those moments were different… Her previous victims were faceless… Hell, she didn’t even know they were there! But James… she saw his face… she looked into his eyes and plunged her flaming knife into his soft flesh without so much as a second thought, roasting most of his innards…


...But it wasn’t true… The thoughts had occurred to her. She spoke them aloud through the guise of a child… A hallucination her mind cooked up to help her cope in certain situations… The nagging voice in her fragile mind; her inner child, innocence and conscience, conveniently wrapped up in a small package of lies so she could misplace blame for everything she had done. She understood now, truly, that she was indeed alone… That she was both herself and the child, one and the same and both were to blame for everything…


Meila knelt down in the snow next to James, whose body had started to convulse. She gazed deeply into his eyes and at the reflection they cast back at her… The child was no more and she now took in the image of the monster she had become… A scarred and deformed young lady, with a childlike mind and now, with blood on her hands. It was a moment of pure clarity for her and she felt like crying, but the tears would not flow… Instead, she opened her mouth and spoke softly to James.


“I didn’t want this…” She stated, looking away from his face and to the wound she had inflicted upon him. “I never wanted this… I wish I could say that the choice wasn’t mine, but I’d be lying.” Meila sighed wearily and held up her knife, looking over it’s fiery blade. “I made a choice the moment I set out to hunt you this morning… And I made a choice when I chose to challenge you here at your home… Now, I am left with another choice and it was a difficult one to make, but in doing so… I am seeing clearly, for the first time in a long time… And I thank you for that, ‘Guardian of the Ruins’.”


Meila positioned the tip of her knife over the left hand side of James’ chest, right where his heart would be and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and exhaled before throw her weight down and driving her searing blade through his flesh and between the interspace of his ribs, roasting his heart and ending his life.


Meila hovered over James’ lifeless body for a moment before her eyes flickered open once again, cold and emotionless… her mind fully taxed. She withdrew her blade from his body and set it beside her in the snow, turning her attention to the necklace her wore around his neck. without hesitation, she reached for the necklace and removed it before placing it around her own neck.


“I guess this is now mine…” Meila said to herself softly as she studied James’ lifeless form. “It should serve as proof of what I have done today… And of the choice I made… and a reminder of what I have become…”





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"Thanks for the offer, but I'd prefer to check the other places first. Perhaps if they don't work out I'll take you up on your offer." He didn't want to be in the women's dept or damage the place. There was also the fact that even if he was promised to be alone that he was unsure if he could trust the woman not to walk in on him. He looked at the woman who mentioned her looking for a job. Well he did need someone to look after his bike, someone who didn't ask questions like how it got claw marks or things like that. He wished he could also offer her a job in his main line of work but it was a pretty members only club. "If you're looking for something I might be able to get you a job. Maybe helping around in a movie shoot." He thought he could convince his boss to give her a shot, maybe a extra or working behind the scenes. If she was a mechanic she might come in handy if something breaks down on set.
 
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Rosette nodded. "Of course, it was only an option." Rosette says, turning and writing down the same list as she did for Anthony. "Here you go." She says., handing it to her. "In addition, if you want, I can give you a job tending bar here. It's only me and one other here. Well, either way, do enjoy." She says, going back to cleaning off dishware and the like, watching the two of them out of the corner of her eye.


"Either way, the two of you are welcome here whenever." She says, shrugging. "I'll be here most of the day anyway."
 
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Silva Mulier

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Silva gave Rosette a lopsided grin and nodded, "Thanks. I appreciate it. The name's Silva, in case you didn't know. Same to you, sir." Silva turned and nodded her head at the man who sat two seats away from her. "I work most of the time at the mechanic shop owned by Zee just down the road, but he doesn't need me on days that are practically empty. If any of you ever need things fixed or whatnot, I'm great with vehicles. I could probably tune up your motorcycle," Silva suggested to the man beside her, and smiled when she thought about his offer. "Movie shoot sounds pretty easy. I think I'll take you up on that offer. As for the bar job, I could come in on busy nights if you need me." Silva told the female, her grin spreading across her face more, showing her rows of shiny white teeth. She often makes sure to brush her teeth often, especially after she gets rabbit stuck in them or another sort of meat.


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@Xistund @ValkyrieRose Mood: Happy/Excited Location: Bar beside Cafe Noir

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Roxane had long sense walked away from the scene, she kept her hands in her pockets. The weather was a bit cool to her, but roxane didn't mind that much. The air only gave her chills that made her more aware of whats around her. For instance, a biker rode right past her, merely causing her hair to flow a bit. "Where was that place again?" Roxane looked about the ally only seeing dirty boxes and trashcans. "It seems i am close," roxane recalled in the night she had come to the backway when there where a bunch of similar boxes. Already her thoughts where drifting away from the mission and the odd things she had seen, dispite its emotional impact, and went to things that Roxane wanted to do later. She wanted to practice her ability to move on a seconds notice, when she thought of how that man was shot down bloody and in gore, it made her want to feel more prepared for the unexpected. Even though she was good at sneaking behind people, the element of surprize, she would not be good at reacting if it were flipped on her.

These where roxanes thoughts, before deciding she did not want to venture through the backway this time and instead go through the front. She accomplished a feat afterall and she had more to do, her job wasn't over. Roxane took the steps up to the bakery door, looking into the glass she could just barely make out a person or two before gently and quietly opening the door, she slipped in. A bit unnerved, but at this point it didn't matter. There where things to discuss and she felt a bit confident in that moment, with an elegant turn, "Hello? Are you here?" she called into the bakery, the morning wasn't expected to be busy. "I would like to talk to the owner," she said.

Roxane made her way slowly to the counter.

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  • @SilverSolis @Sigyn @Trickster Queen


    Terrance cowered underneath the table after hearing a series of rather loud and violent noises. "Oh god, not again!" He hid underneath his table, his tea already finished. At this point, he didn't care. He was on edge, afraid something would try to attack him again. He didn't hear gunshots, so it probably wasn't Johnny coming after him. After contemplating what it might be, he felt a sudden sensation behind him. "Oh, why now!?" He whispered harshly and remained curled up.


    Terrance walked into the cafe and sounded the bell, wearing his princely uniform that made him look like a completely different era. "Hey, have any of you seen someone who looks like me? Long story." He looked around the place and only picked out the small child as the others were still in the back area.


 
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  • That wasn't exactly fair. To request free food all the time was dishonorable, and quite destructive to the establishment. So with that all handled, he looked towards Rosalina, then at Ahnoah, then at Elise, then back to Rosalina. Though he could agree with the situation, he wanted to make sure the entire situation was diffused before he would leave at all. Since Elise seemed slightly calmer with her tapping on the device in her hands with artificial light (which he still needed to figure out what that was, but he wouldn't question it just yet), he decided he could turn his back to her, and then fully look at Rosalina.


    "My Lady, I must offer my sincerest of apologies for having one such as yourself believe it necessary to intervene in such a dangerous situation."


    He didn't mean it at all condescendingly, but rather based it off of appearance. She did not seem like the type to fight, as most of those that served food were. Though he knew she probably could if she wished to, it was not something he outright expected from one dressed in such a way as she was.


    "I do hope you do not mind my presence here until I know the entire situation is resolved, lest there be an attack on you or this man. Anger is a powerful emotion, and can cause even the best of us to forget friend or foe."


    @Trickster Queen @SilverSolis


 
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"Alright...Fine, at least one extra free meal? Please?" He wanted something at least, I mean if Ao didn't help him out he would probably be dead by now. Or just serverely injured. Either way it would be in a bad situation. "Thanks for fixing me up though... it really helps out" He was prepared for some sort of burning sensation from the medicine being put on him. "Please, try to do it fast..."


Ahnoah was ready to cringe, expecting the medicine to hurt. "By the way...thanks for saving my life and all. Let me buy you a meal as a form of well, thanks. Kid included."


@Sigyn


@Trickster Queen
 
Anthony nodded to the girl offering to tune up his bike and said. "Thanks, I'll be sure to take you up on that offer." He finished his drink and got his wallet out looking to the owner. "How much do I owe you for the drinks, and do you serve any food here as well." He added thinking how he should keep his energy up and have something to follow after the drink. He wanted to be able to drive to the spots she wrote down after all. He wondered if he could use his powers to avoid hangovers, though thought ageist the attempt for now at least. Pain is a lesson after all and you should not skimp or cheat out on your lessons, even though it would be unpleasant.
 


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Silva gave the man a lopsided grin and put the money for her drink down, thanking the waitress. Even though she had a rather strong drink, she seemed unaffected. The drink gave her a warm feeling, sure, but the alcohol did not affect her brain's perception of things, nor its response time. After standing, Silva stretched, her braid trailing down her shoulders to her chest, and then spoke, "I'm always at the mechanic's shop if you need anything, Mister." Silva hadn't learned his name, but she liked him already and felt pretty comfortable around him. She didn't know whether or not that was a good thing, but she was used to trusting her instincts. She smiled at the two people and nodded, then turned and pushed the door open, greeting by the brightly lit morning. The sun shone on her tattoos as she left, an array of color across her tanned skin. Once she exited the bar, Crypt, she walked to the man's bike to give it a quick glance.


When she approached it, she whistled, both at the quality style bike the man had, and at the scratches it had along the body of the vehicle. She knelt down beside it and raised an eyebrow, murmuring to herself. "What kinda thing did this...huh. I can still repair it." She shrugged, knowing that it wasn't her business to ask the whereabouts of the damage to the motorcycle. She could be curious, but she'd only question people she really knew. Until then, she silently considered what kind of person that man inside was.


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@Xistund @ValkyrieRose Mood: Confused/Curious/Skeptic Location: Right outside Crypt

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"For sake? 2.75 a glass." She says. "She says. IT was a little less than the stand 3.25 a glass, but that was another reason people liked her bar- she wasn't stingy. She wasn't doing this for the money- she was doing this because she was bored to death and lower pricces = more victims. "Hmmm, regular foodd? No. I do however sell ice cream here." She says. "Some people like a bowl or a scoop in their drink so i sell bowls of the stuff to. 1.50 for a cone, 3.25 for a bowl." She says. "Well... i do have some eggs. If you want to go make some omelets theres a stove in the back." She says, shrugging either way


Accepting Silva's money, the same price. "Come again. The Crypt will always welcome you~" She tries to sing out in ehr best nice person impression, studying the movie star once again


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"Omelets work," He said paying for his drinks a bit surprised at the cheapness A bottle would have been about $30 to $300 depending. He would have tried to do the math in his head but numbers where confusing to him. "I'll be back shortly after I see to my bike." He walked outside giving an eye to the bouncer as he moved past him.


He moved to the woman who was checking out his bike. He noticed the tattoo's on her arm for the first time in the sunlight. "So what does your Tattoo's mean if you don't mind me asking." He looked over the marking's on his bike and he wished he could do the repairs himself but things like this was way out of his league. "I forgot to introduce myself I'm Anthony."
 


Silva Mulier

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Silva looked up as the man from earlier introduced himself and asked about her tattoos. Silva had tattoos across her chest, along her arms, across her lower back, and then one simple one underneath her navel. Only the arms and chest were visible, so she explained those. "Well, Mr. Anthony, I'm half Native American on my father's side, and my father is no longer alive, so I like to have something on me to remember him and the culture by. Although I have a constant reminder anyway..." Silva said the last part quietly and with a chuckle, then gestured to the bike.


"Damage like this is going to take a little while to repair, sir, but luckily the places you want to go to are nearby and within walking distance. It should be ready in a day or so, depending on my schedule. Zee could take a look at it, but he's busy with his son these days.." Silva began muttering to herself in regards to the bike and how long it would take to be fixed and with what.


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@Xistund Mood: Curious/In the zone Location: Outside Crypt

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    Terrance looked toward the child who was now speaking with him, a bit surprised that there was nobody else nearby at the moment. When he heard the boy's father was in the back he decided to head there after answering his question. "I was taken by a horrible woman, and ya' could say he's ma' twin, sure? I guess." He walked past Sei and Terrance hiding underneath the table and headed for the back area. He noticed the others there and tried to get their attention with a wave.


 
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