<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Geneva'>When: Tria 48, 81379 Where: The Taun, a bar & tavern in the southern area of the Black Market. Who: Ceres & Cero. Notes: Private for Benji Darkness. Contains mature & some violence. *** Ceres was sitting at a table in the corner of the Taun, a famous bar of Bhim. Fingers impatiently tapping against her chair, she was finally approached by one of the female waiters. "Fhus py iyo fums iyo enguseams reskh." the dragon said in a harsh tone. Obviously she had something against Ceres, or she would not be so rude. "Nedhs E utc fhus iyo gjyrlan et." she asked, drawing a dagger from the edges of her robes. She hoped that she would not have to resort to violence, but sometimes it was needed. The waiter looked angered, more than before. "Umse-Djupaj Rauts!" she screamed, turning around only to stumble into the bar manager. He said something in a hushed voice, then the dragon ran into the other room. Approaching Ceres, he extended a hand. "I hope Néaro has not been bothering." but she cut him off in mid-sentence. "Of course not, my dear.", sipping at her coffee. The dragon Néaro had indeed been bothering her since she had arrived in the town. It was the fact that Ceres was not a fan of the Graders. She hated them, an idea usually worn on her clothes. Of course, she had brought the fame to the tavern, the stories, the rumors, the fact that she was a member of Screaming Wings. So, of course the tavern manager would take to her, and besides, she had been doing him some favours. Her mind had escaped her for a few moments. Coffee in one hand, bag in the other, she decided it was about time to retire to her room. It was the only thing she could do, except for dodge the stares of the stupid Néaro. Before she could decide, the morning newspaper had arrived, and busy people were already taking a copy. It was another thing she would rather do than be alone. The phone at the tavern was broken and Mercurius was looking for the Graders, as he always did. Grabbing the newspaper, she returned to her normal table and chair, bag still slumped over the side. It was going to be a very boring day. </span></span>
Cero's head swam he didn't feel so good. He rarely did anymore, his strange dreams were constently nagging at him and he couldn't keep his food down. He woke up in the middle of a tavern with a large bump on his head. He felt it and flinched. He chuckled, that purple pendragon had so gotten what was coming to him. Sure Cero was Anubi, it was obvious looking at his skinny fram and his graceful walk. But if you made the mistake of commenting on the fact you'd be sure to regret it. As did the crumpled form of a pendragon that had taken to moaning on the floor. Cero had beaten him in a bar fight, let alone they were both drunk silly. But mind you he didn't start it though he surely didn't hesatate to take a swing. He motioned to a waiter and requested another drink. He winced as the frist rays of sunshine come through the window.<span style='color:red'> "Sigh, just another day I'll drink away..."</span> He said smileing and leening back in his chair.
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Ceres noticed another dragon in the corner, an anubis. "Kum iyo tgauc Ramathian." she asked, in a rough voice. It would determine if she would even bother to learn about him. She had no thoughts of changing to another language. Sipping at her coffee, she awaited the response from the stranger. Hopefully he could entertain her for a few hours. The tavern was boring without Mars, her lover. But he loved adventure, something which she could not deny him from. "U baji ryjemd pui es hup uljaupi rakyna." she mumbled, scratching at the newspaper. Nothing of intrest had even happened today, nothing ever did. It was strange, because it was in the Black Market. Almost laughing, Ceres wondered if that was because they were scared of the dragons who lived here.</span> </span>
His head was sagging but his eyes shifted when she spoke to him. <span style='color:red'>"I can...er, E kum ros mys fall..."</span> He drained the mug and asked for another, he wanted to be drunk silly when he leaved. Bening drunk eased the pain, what pain he thought for a momnet...The pain of liveing. He felt battered and his shoulders ached. He glanced at the news paper, <span style='color:red'>"Umishemd dyyp?" </span>One of his ears twiched blood was smeared on it and on of his ear rings was noticably missing. He felt it and smiled a dased, crazy smile. His fangs poked at the coners of his mouth and he sighed as if content. The tables he had knocked over had finaly been righted and he was feeling a little better.
The door to the tavern opened, allowing most of the morning sunshine shine into the place. A slim figured walked in and the door shut to a close. She looked around the crowded tavern and took a seat not far from the drunk anubi and a bright red pendragon. The tavern had more than its usual costumers today. <span style='color:orangered'>Coffee, please. Extra milk.</span> she said to the waitress who had come to take her order, hesistantly at first. The femme nodded and quickly went to the bar. Veaji could tell the waitress looked quite afraid. She don't blame her though. Veaji had a reputation of just taking anyone's life away anytime. But mind you, it was usually with a reason. The coffee was brought almost immediately. The youth was surprised at the service they're giving her this morning. A newspaper was brought but she wasn't one to be interested with news. She was about to look away when something on the newspaper caught her eye. There was a picture of her on the left corner of the margin. Wanted! A Good Reward Awaits This anubi is wanted for the many killings that had been happening in Bhim, Black Market. It is advisible for those who are weak in fights to stay away from this anubi. Her victims include a bartender, several gang members...Veaji looked up from the newspaper, not caring to read the rest of it. It bothered her so that they would want her... and also with a reward. She didn't feel like checking how much she was worth. It'll only anger her more. Alot of the tavern costumers who had read the newspaper were already starting to stare at her. One of them stared so hard that it was almost comical. <span style='color:orangered'>Whats the matter? Never seen a serial killer before?</span> she asked him, narrowing her eyes. He hastily looked away, got up, and ran out of the tavern.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Geneva'>Ceres laughed at the anubi, crushing the empty coffee cup in her hand. He had a hillarious Ramathian accent, and she could tell he was definatly not fluent. Perhaps it could bring some fun into her already, boring day. She snorted, her hand hovering over the table. "Uja iyo ceppemd na." responding to him. She then noticed another dragon entering the room. Her appearance was rough, and she had an aura which gave Ceres a bad feeling. Perhaps, it would be an interesting morning. </span></span>
His ears pressed went flat aginst his skull, <span style='color:red'>" Un E luodhemd? Fhuskh iyoj vyys guft, E pym's suca sy raemd nupa vom yv..."</span> He snorted, noticeing the other pendragon that had just walked in. Cero raise a paw and motioned for her to join him. <span style='color:red'>"A killer eh?" "If it's true than maybe you'd like to be among fellows?" </span> He laughed to himself smileing in a wicked manner.
Some of the customers were already leaving hastily. Some had forgotten to get their change. Some, didn't even pay at all. The bartender didn't notice this. Even if he did, Veaji didn't think he cared. The bar manager was already giving her dagger looks though he did nothing to solve his... parasite problem. They were all cowards. Veaji took her lovely time to sip her coffee. They could give her the looks all they want but that isn't going to make her get her out of here. A voice talked to her and she looked up only to find another one like her. But unlike her, this anubis was bone thin and completely black. Not that his looks were of any problem. She'd seen worse. It was bold of him, of course, to talk to her. She smirked at his comment. <span style='color:orangered'>Fellows like you? I don't think so.</span> Then, she continued to sip her coffee. Too bad Shadow wasn't with her today. She'd always enjoyed his company. However, she thought it was best that she'd stay away from him now after what had happened in Pwa one month ago. Silently, she waited for the stranger's response... or non-response. Maybe he'd leave her be like every one of those cowards.
He laughed and pounded on the tabled in an annyoing manner. He stopped ebruptly and looked and her, his eyes burning. <span style='color:red'>"What you afriad of your own kind?"</span> He was refering to being Anubi rather than a killer this time. His tail was lashing back and forth under the table in a strange way. He caught on of the watiers by the srcuff of her neck and grabbed a glass of water off the tray she had been carrying. She looked like she might protest but when she saw him smile she backed off rather quickly. He looked back at her resting his chin on a fist, <span style='color:red'>"I really do hate cowards."</span> OoC: sorry his not normaly this rude... :blink: * Sigh* it's the booze, makes him funny.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Geneva'>Ceres laughed again, hand along the edges of the table. "Et shus u shjaup, Anubi." she responded in a sharp voice. He was obviously under the influence of alchohal, and maybe other substances. She sat up from her chair, and slowly made her way to the stairs of the tavern. "Umifui, es't sena vyj na sy jaseja." Of course, many would wonder why Ceres would be sleeping during the day. She had her own reasons. </span></span>
