Blood, Chocolate and Other Unrelated Things

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: Dyo 81380, late morning
Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=875Siaka Mörder von Leben</a>
Wearing: Black cami, dark jeans, black flip flops.
Warnings: Possible Anything</td></tr></table>

Siaka stuffed her duffle bag back into the trunk of her car. Its contents clattered against the sheet of metal that had been covered with a thin layer of felt. She shut the trunk and walked around to the front of the car, her flip flops making small pattering sounds as they hit the soles of her feet. She'd finished with everything she needed to do at the school for the day, so her day was looking up.

She pulled a slim phone from her pocket and was about to call Sarunus, although as soo as she put in the area code for the Port she realized that she didn't know his phone number. She shrugged and put the phone back in her pocket, she'd told him that she would be in the Tsupeon if he wanted to meet her.

She turned and back-tracked onto the campus to the Tsupeon, she passed a few students, talking in angry undertones about various classwork and exams. She smiled to herself, she had personally liked her classes and exams, although she had also had a say in her trade choices.

She went out the door to the left of the cafeteria and came out in a large set of bleachers. She went up a few levels so she'd be able to see if anyone came into the stadium. There were two thills in the ring, the score board proclaimed that they were holding a match in sightless fighting. Siaka watched with interest for a few seconds when she saw a darkly colored 'dragon out of the corner of her eye.

 

A smile played across Siaka's face when she saw Sarunus.

<span style='color:white'>Ah, sorry about that, I probably should have mentioned about where the Tsupeon was. Whoops.</span> She said, pulling her hair back so that it was over her right shoulder.

She leaned back, just looking at Sarunus for a moment, she thought that for some reason he seemed as though he should have had wings at one point, she'd ask later if it gnawed at her that much. At the moment however it was finally dawning on her that she hadn't eaten anything yet that day.

<span style='color:white'>You want to grab something to eat real quick?</span> She asked.

 

<span style='color:white'>Well it depends, do remember which lot you parked in? There are a fair few.</span> She asked, giving a cheeky smile.

Siaka wove her way through a few younger students on her way out of the Tsupeon with Sarunus in tow. The halls inside were much quiter, almost deserted seeing as how the class switch was over, but for a school of illeagal arts you'd figure that there would be more rule-breakers than there really were, go figure.

<span style='color:white'>Worst comes to worst, you forget where you parked, we take my car and the secretary at the desk calls you in like an hour to say that they've found your car.</span> She said, knowing the procedure full well from a number of experiences.

 

Siaka chuckled as she and Sarunus made their way to her car. It was one of the older, sleeker versions of the boxish sports cars they were selling now. On the back were the characters "Z3" and the company name. She fished the keys out of her pocket and unlocked it. The interior of the car was done in dark red and black leather. She got in with Sarunus and turned the key in the ignition, not heeding the seat belt as usual.

<span style='color:white'>So what are you in the mood for?</span> She asked, not quite caring what she ate so long as it tasted decent.

 

<span style='color:white'>Well there's a good diner not far from here, they'll actually serve you something that's more than worth what surprisingly little money it costs.</span> She said, putting the car in gear and driving off campus.

When he asked if she'd like to meet his foster parents Siaka was silent for a moment. She had never been great with 'dragons, she usually kept to herself unless someone interested her. What social skills she did posses were learned from watching a con artist, so there were a few flaws to them.

<span style='color:white'>Sure... that's sounds like a good idea. Then when my father gets back from buisness in a few days if you want you can meet him, although he'll go through his whole "Ah, I see you've met my daughter, if you so much as scratch her I'll beat you to death with my bare hands"</span> She said, chuckling a bit at the end. Since her father was having trouble looking all that imposing these days he was doing a damn fine job of looking insane.

 

Siaka nodded in an "I see" sort of way. She wasn't too sure that Sarunus and her father would get along as well as either of them hoped, just call it a hunch.

<span style='color:white'>Oh see, this is why I generally eat at the diner, no money necessary. I used to watch the owner's kids a few years back... all 8 of them. A bunch of monkies I swear.</span> She said, shaking her head.

She pulled into a parking space and cut the engine. She got out of the car and waited for Sarunus before the two of them walked into the seemingly small diner. An emerald green and sky blue arden, who looked only about 12, looked up.

Oh hey, Sia. Mom and Dad left all us in charge, but they'll be back in like 30 minutes if you want to stop by later.

<span style='color:white'>Actually, i thought this place was known for serving food, not telling customers that the owners were away.</span> Siaka said.

The young 'dragon looked like he'd been struck with a brick.

Go ahead, one of us'll come by in a minute or two. He said, with a sigh.

 

<span style='color:white'>Let's put it this way, electronic devices are good distractions. Of course giving Jenna that teleportations device was not a smart thing, but we did have fun.</span> She said.

Siaka chuckled.
<span style='color:white'>The Tsupeon is just the name that we use for the stadium, the school is Notsalepua. Not exactly reputable for clean trade instruction, but still a very good school. Can't say I've really been a student though, I'm in on special permissions or some such. I think it's because of my dad, but it's a little hard to tell. These days though I have the occasional exam, very few classes and I usually wind up either in the fighting ring or teaching a very small class for either tactics or weaponry.</span> She said.

A thill, about 16 with same colorations as the 'dragon at the door, came up to their table.

Heya Sia, can I get you and your friend something to drink? She asked.

<span style='color:white'>Diet soda for me.</span> Siaka answered, then looked over at Sarunus.

 

<span style='color:white'>I like with either no weapons or some of the more obscure weapons. You know, maces, whips, axes stuff like that. The older cultures had good reason for using them, they're precise and do a good job of mauling creatures, so I'm just keeping up the tradition.</span> She said.

Siaka hadn't bothered to look at the menu, she already knew what she wanted.

<span style='color:white'>Well, everything here is decent if not pretty good. Personally I like any of their meat meals, but that's just me.</span> She said, smiling so that her sharp teeth showed.

 

<span style='color:white'>Meh, guns never really interested me, I mean they're the easiest things to hide under clothing, but I prefer to know that my taget is dead rather than put a few rounds in them and later find out that they're not for this reason or that.

The brightly colored thill came back to their table with drinks and then took their orders for food and disappeared again.

You know... the girl that just came by, she shouldn't be here, nor should her pelt be that free. She wants to be a tattoo artist and she draws really well, but her parents won't let her mark herself or let her go to school. I don't remember their reason, but i do remember that it was pretty stupid.</span> She said, taking a sip of her drink.

 

Siaka sat and listened, it struck her though that Sarunus was rather arrogant. She shook her head lightly, leave it to her. What had she been taught? Something about waiting? She couldn't remember.

<span style='color:white'>Oh see, my dad didn't care so long as I took tactics. My mother on the other hand, I don't think she liked the idea very much. Hell, the only reason I liked weapons at the time was because they were sharp and they were shiny -mind you I was about six. Although I have to admit, killing can sometimes be utterly satisfying.</span> She said, having been known to relesh the scents of death and blood.