// <span style='color:3D0707'>Timestamp</span> \\ <span style='color:690000'>Quarter:</span> Mia <span style='color:690000'>Day:</span> 38th <span style='color:690000'>Year:</span> 81378 // <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>The Blue Phoenix</span> \\ a.k.a. Nix, Enigma, Noaja Em'Telamka, Ihykis Fynr Primary Trade ¤ Assassin (M) Secondary Trade ¤ Sightless Fighting (M) Tertiary Trade ¤ Tactics (M) Quaternary Trade ¤ Tracking (M) \\ OOC: I'd suggest you read her profile before you hop on in, but otherwise, anything and anyone goes! ;D \\ IC Trailing down the cold and dirty street in Bhim, the femme was perturbed. She wanted something to drink. Something stronger than water, less potent than poison. Her wings wrap tighter around her lupine frame as the wind howls past. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>{Where is that Fronima-forsaken bar?!}</span> she growls mentally, cursing subsequently for forgetting where her favorite tavern was located. Well, it wasn't really her fault. Her favorite tavern had a tendency to.. relocate. One quarter there was a fire, another they changed their name, still another the barkeep was murdered (which she had nothing to do with). But still, she could find it by smell; as they were the only common sellers of her favorite brew on this little spit of dirty land. She didn't care where they got their expensive cargo. "Fallen off the boat" says they. Well, more should fall off the boat, says her. And even better, she was a preferred customer, so the price to drown herself in it was dirt cheap. Preferred customer was probably too kind a word. She scared the shit out of them. So nobody messed with her, and let her have whatever she wanted. Which, she'd never do anything to any of them. But they didn't know that. And she wasn't about to tell them. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>{Ah.}</span> she breaths deeply, closing her eyes blissfully for a moment, sighing happily. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>{There you are my pretty..}</span> Turning left she charges in the door, and slams it unceremoniously shut. It had opened a bit harder than she expected, what with the winter winds rushing in. So to keep up the charade that she'd done it on purpose, she just had to slam it behind her. China rattle on wooden shelves on the similarly wooden walls, threatening to fall off, as a result of Nix's rough treatment of the door. In her quad form, she pads towards the bar, ignoring any stares she may be getting from other customers. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Evening. I'll have my regular."</span> The barkeep eyes her suspiciously, and inwardly sighing, she flutters her wings to give him a quick glance of her tattoo, emblazoned on her left haunch. His eyes widen in fear, but he quickly regains composure, as she finds a seat at the bar. With a fore talon, she begins tracing the wood grain on the bar top, and her successfully scared barkeep runs off to the back of the tavern to fetch her her requested brew.
OOC- This is the first time I've ever just "jumped in" to a thread, and only my second thread... I'm not very good at this, but jus tbear with meh! ;) <span style='color:purple'> BIC- Vanemema stalked along the shady alleys, her tail flame sputtering in the inky darkness of the shadows she hid in. She was dressed in clothes customary to her profession (Seductress), a tight black pair of pants and a navy blue tank top with glittering stones that revealed just enough. She had been planning to find someone to practice her trade on- she was bored and didn't feel like partying- when a bar in front of her caught her eye- Good a place as any, she thought. She scanned the place with a few quick flickerings of her amber eyes, then decided it seemed safe enough- or at least as safe a place as one can find in Bhim. Besides, she knew how to take care of herself. She had grown up surrounded by crude behavior, lopsided buildings, and gloomy, murky nights. She herself was the product of one of these shadowy nights. She sauntered in, trying to keep her cold aloofness airs obvious to anyone trying to approach her for any reason. She didn't feel like dealing with males tonight anymore. She simply wanted to sit down and have a drink, alone with her thoughts and feelings. Sitting at the bar, she hailed a bartender over. His eyes slid over her, uninterested at first, until he recognized just what Vanemema was. A slow smile played across his face. Vanemema looked him in the eye with utter hatred, ordered her favorite drink, and he seemed to give up on her. She wasn't worth his time if she didn't want to play. As she slowly sipped her drink, the firey burn of it sliding into the pit of her stomach, she pondered the rest of the crowd there. Curious creature in the corner- Death was the first impression she had on Vanemema. But as she continued to observe her, she decided that wasn't it. What was it about this 'dragon that was so puzzling? By now Vanemema was ready spend a night full of action, adventure, exhiliration. As she usually did- when were things quiet here, anyways?</span>
\\ OOC: LOL, you're doin' jes' fine! ;D \\ IC Nix's tail flicks idily as she stares unflinching at the bottom of her mug. The froth had been blown off, the drink consumed, and the ugly brown bottom was staring back at her. Looking up slowly, she stares at the back of the bartender's head until he turns around, looking just a bit weirded out. Everyone's sixth sense carried with them the fact that when someone was staring the hair on the back of your neck stands on end. His nape was about to leap off the back of his neck for him. Drawling slowly and suggestively, arch brow'd and a bit of a frown playing across her features, and she gestures to the mug in front of her, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I do believe this looks empty... is there.. anything you might be able to do about that?"</span> Her eyebrows twirk a bit at the end. He knew what she meant, and she'd been clear enough in her insinuation of a second drink. His voice seems apparently lost, and after a few choked and mumbles words of agreement, he scurries again into the back, returning with a fresh mug, white foam bubbling over one side. Nix's eyes light up in ecstacy as she takes it from him, and smiles appreciatively towards him, looking him directly in the eye. Seemingly pleased, but maybe a tad unnerved at the same time, he smiles weakly in return and goes off to serving the rest of the customers. As she blows some of the excess foam floating on top of the drink beneath, her own sixth sense began acting up. Someone was giving her the scrutinizing eye, as she had to the barkeep moments before. Fluffing her feathers in mild irritation, for it wasn't uncommon for her to be eyed, she looks over one shoulder, first behind her and at the crowd, then lengthwise down the bar, until her gaze meets with the sight of a suspiciously, and mayhaps a bit scantily, clad female. Not exactly an extraordinary sight in the middle of Bhim just after sunset, though. So Nix had little to say, or think, in regards to the femme's presense. Before she can say anything the barkeep interrupts her train of thought, this time brushing past her into the back of the tavern, and returning with a small keg, which he sets in front of her. "Complements of the house.. lady." Nix raises an eyebrow at the end. Lady? Since when was she a lady? Never mind.. She shakes her head, both at his ludicris term for her, and the fact he was trying to placate her with an entire keg. Well. Half a full-sized keg. Waving a paw about as she speaks in normal, even tones to the barkeep, she politely refuses; <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want a full keg of the stuff. I'd be blitzed before I could blink twice if I took that home with me. Besides, I don't have a drinking partner to share it with."</span>
Ryru's yellow eye's stared at the bar. He had not been to one since God knows when. Drink gets you killed in his profession.. One cannot slay 'dragons properly, quickly, efficiently when drunk.. However, it had been a tiresome night. His faction had already commited him to numerous killing this night, and they all had been accomplished. No assasination is too difficult for Ryru Vass.. the Hesycyje Russyotue his enemies and employers call him.. (The Hitokiri Battousai.. I wonder where I got that from.. Obviously not Rurouni Kenshin, what gave you that mad idea? What? What are you talking about? I didn't just download 46 episodes of Rurouni Kenshin..) He decided some sake would do him good... He hadn't had sake since he left his master for his new faction... Although strong, Ryru had a strong head for alcohol. At least, the last time he drank, he did. Sighing softly, he approached the bar. Opening the door with a palm, he walked in.. Extremely graceful.. like a shadow. Casting a wary eye around his surroundings, he proceeded towards the bartender. "May I have some sake?" he inquired the barkeeper.. The barkeeper looked at Ryru for a moment, then nodded. He shuffled around the drawers, pulling out a bottle and a cup. Handing them to Ryru, he said "That'll be... 70 pieces.." Ryru wordlessly handed the barkeeper the cash, and proceeded to a corner of the pub. Taking a small amount of sake and pouring it into his bowl/cup (You know, the kind that people use for sake.. Like a mini-bowl..), he raised the cup to his mouth and sipped. His eye's wandered around the pub, examining the people who were in the environment he currently resided in.. Some drunks.. some more drunks.. some regular people.. a seductress.. and..an assasin? Perhaps... but it was not of his business. These were probably regular customers of the bar. His eyes suddenly targeted a particularly rowdy bunch of drunks hassling a young waitress. His eyes narrowed, and his body figure blurred. An assasin he may be, but he killed for justice. Aku Soku Zan.. 'Reappearing' infront of the drunks, he said, "Remove that hand, if you will.." The drunks stared at him for a moment. Then they laughed uproariously.. Banging their heads together.. they pulled out swords. Ryru's eyes widened slightly.. Since when do local drunks bring swords to bars. These people were a menace to society.. So.. The drunks again laughed, their 'leader' saying.. "Hahahahahahaha... Pathetic 'dragon. You're going to pay for talking back to us.." Ryru's eyes.. turned red. Red meant killing was in store.. "I will kill you now.." as he uttered these words, his body figure again blurred.. The 'leader's' eyes widen.. then he slumped down. Blood splurting from his body. His gang rushed Ryru... Ryru snorted in disgust.. Parrying, slicing, killing.... They were dead in less than 20 seconds... Turning to the barkeeper, he tossed him a bag of coins.. "This should cover the cost of the clean-up.." he said and trudged back to his corner.. OOC; Bleh, my posts suck..
\\ OOC: Welcome! ;) Based on his profile, I'm sure Ryru can stand up to a bit of femme PMSing? You DID just bloody the floor of her favorite bar... *grins* \\ IC Normally Nix kept to herself. Normally, she was a loner, who dreaded public conversation. Maybe it was a way to keep the 'innocent' - or rather, more innocent than she - safe from harms way. Whatever she touched seemed cursed to die. But this was not normal. This male, who was now quite obviously either self-absorbed-psychopath or a devil-for-a-cause, had just murdered a bunch of people. The fact that he'd done it so quickly did not impress her. Nor did she think for a moment about the souls he'd just sent to Fronima - their character, their personality, who they were. She'd learned long ago not to get emotional over 'dragon's deaths. No, instead, she was severely irritated with the blood seeping into the wooden floor boards of her favorite bar. Not that she'd been here before - it had moved - but it still was part of her territory, in a way. They carried her favorite drink, were the only pub in Bhim to do so, and that made it hers by default. Leaving her mug to the bar top, and slipping easily off her stool, she walks over in quadroped form aiming to stand near this male. As she does, she daintily and easily side steps around the dead bodies and pooling blood. Her feathered wings flutter softly, as the black and blue hued femme slows and stops, reclining easily on her haunches. Looking from the lifeless bodies to Ryru, she stares neutrally - no malice nor arrogance, but hardly a coward behind those ice blue eyes. Her speech drawls easily, now taking on the standard Bhim accent. She had many accents in her figurative back pocket she could easily imitate when the situation called. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"If I'm not mistaken, mate, you've just slain a handful of 'dragons in my pub. Simply spreading tokens about as payment fer damages hardly makes up for the work involved. What will y'be doin' about it, then?"</span> Not waiting for an answer, she makes it clear, still drawling in neutral and unbiased tones, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"An apology could be a start, then maybe gettin' those quick paws o'yours dirty in getting these lifeless slobs out of here."</span> Maybe the most surprising thing was she took ownership of a bar she had no financial claim to. Maybe it was that she didn't care that these 'dragons were dead. Or maybe it was that she restrained herself from attacking this poor fellow on the percieved slight he'd caused by offing a handful of disrespectful drunks and dirtying her bar. Yes, I do believe the self-restraint wins.
OOC: This will be fun.. heheheh BIC: Ryru stared at the mess he had created for a brief moment, then looked away. The drunken fools had it coming to them, harresing an innocent. A figure drew closer.. Ryru turned his still blood red eyes upon the newcomer.. Leathered wings, female.. highly protective of her space.. extremely angry.. but her eyes.. her attitude.. She was an assasin. He was slightly shocked that he called this bar her own, but thats probably because she's a regular. Heh.. "I'm suire you have never slain before, and had the blood of the 'dragons body steep into the property of others.." Ryru said slightly sarcasticly "and when you slew those 'dragons.. did you help clean them up?" Ryru asked "Of course not.. but then, that was business, right? Ryru continued, saying, "For me, this is business, they were harresing people they had no right too, and they were killed. Its their own problem for being idiots.." Addressing the issue of the manual work, he replied "I'm sure there are many a 'dragons who need money and would love to do this work.." OOC: I have no idea what I"m going on about here.. please forgive the crappiness..
\\ OOC: LMAO: I would like to affirm here and now, that my own and Nix's thoughts don't exactly entwine here.. but I love being sarcastic, so please forgive the IC bitchiness. *giggles* \\ IC Nix smiles sweetly at the sarcastic quips he delivers. So, he had a bit of grey matter betwixt his ears. Well, she'd play with him, then. See just how far she could push this multi-color-eye'd male. Her tone retains the accent, but drops to a low tone, aimed solely at Ryru - no one else would have overheard her unless they were within an arms-length. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Yes, m'dear, I have slain. The marks on my limbs number each bloody mess I've created."</span> She pauses a moment. In case he were curious, the deep blue markings along her arms and legs, small elongated spots, as it were. Each one was a kill she'd executed swiftly and efficiently, as per her 'job'. She takes on a saucey tone, returning his sarcasm with feminine flair, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"But, I'm a big girl. I clean up my messes. None of my kills were done in public eye, and the slain were never seen, nor found again. If I dare stray so low; you're just as much of a slob as those you've sent to Fronima."</span> Again she eyes the mess. The blood had started to stop flowing - the bodies were dry of the mainstream ruby lifeblood, but it would be a long time yet before their skin turned an ash color. Her ice blue eyes turn upward again to meet Ryru's, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I care nothing about who they were, or what they were doing. I kill only when there is payment behind the purpose. Pendragons can keep their petty values of right and wrong to themselves - I have no side, and take none. Highest bidder gets my services. And the Phoenix never fails."</span> Name-dropping, naturally. Had he heard of her? Probably. She most popularly went by the name of Phoenix in her own circles. Though, for every continent and day of the week she had a different alias. It was an act of passive aggression - she didn't want to end this verbal tussle with a physical brawl. Those who knew who she was, or what she did, generally went in the opposite direction she did. Somehow, she doubted he'd turn tail and run, but perhaps he wouldn't be so flippant. Flipping her wings as she shifts her position slightly, she gestures with her right paw, palm up, finger-digits more or less pointing at Ryru, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I don't, however, appreciate the air of superiority you carry: there are none who love this work."</span> Referring both to killing itself and cleaning up the dead - business was business. But not even the coldest of hearts loved murder. Found pleasure, perhaps - if they were twisted enough. Loved? Hardly. If the first thing your mind settles on when you wake is death, perhaps, that's where you should be - not what you should do. Her personal theory. Her eyes turn as cold as their color at this junction, and narrow the slightest. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Further more, I hope never to meet one who does."</span> Was that a challenge, or an accusation? Maybe a little from column A and little from column B? She replaces her paw on the ground in front of her again, keeping her eye on him, but being fully aware of her surroundings at the same time. She was never caught offgaurd anymore, she'd learned her lesson a long time ago.
OOC: *pouces* Mind if I join in as well? Pleassee, with a pushie on top? :P There was a backstreet to the pub there had a slight bust of noise out of the ordinary. A bullet bounced off his arm hand leaving no dent, only a slight tickle in his semi-organic nerves and a tear in the cloth he wrapped around to hide the metal parts of his body. Archon kept with his backhand in the same position he blocked the bullet, facing one of the barkeep who fired the gun and hoped to kill the transporter than to pay for his services. The fox-like anthropomorphist shuddered in his shock, either at the fact that the man’s hand was moving and metal or the gun was knocked away at a force of Archon’s tail that gashed his own hand—perhaps both. <font color=#FF3333>“Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn’t tin you were trying to shoot off." </font> Archon glared, grabbing the man by his neck pelt. No doubt the man struggled horridly in his grasp. Pulling anything by the hairs must have really hurt, but Archon lost his good mood to give the man purchase. <font color=#FF3333> “I would have died for you, but cost is clearly obvolute to your wallet. Now, how about actually giving me what you promise for shipment before your boss actually has an accident." </font> Something was shoved into his abdomen weakly, and Archon took up the small burlap rubbing against his fur. Dropping the man not so nicely, he checked the contents while the keeper looked at the knocked away gun zealously before something dart at it in a blur, smashing it the pieces. <font color=#FF3333> “Now, no more of that,"</font> Archon sighed and tied the bag to his side, returning his metal tail back to his side with remains of the gun stuck between its hastate claw. Then, looking at the kegs of drinkable contraband, he took one of those kegs in one arm, <font color=#FF3333> “I think I’ll take this for myself since to drown away this insult from my head, because next time I won’t so nice."</font> <font color=#FF3333>Jaitl help me. I have become soft.</font> It’s been a while since he had any job, but he has been to busy hiding away from Adminant enough to advertise lately, so it wasn’t a bad rep from his services. Perhaps he needed this calm from the storm, but the keg of this brew wasn’t going to drink itself. With a cloak over his tail and arms, he entered the same bar he just re-negotiate the transaction with, he wasn’t worry about that fact either. If what happened was all they could do to get there stuff for free, why should he? He probably narrowed his eyes a bit at the sight of blood and body. Too messy to be an assassination or murder and seem like a bar fight. He didn’t seem care for it or for the words the beaten up barkeep whispered to the owner who glanced nerviously at Archon in which he returned with a crooked smile as he approached closer to take up a mug from the shelf and sat down somewhere away from the ‘bloodbath’ to enjoy his drink, somewhat listening to the argument between the two assassins. He wondered if this will turn into another fight, he don’t want that to happen, but then again, he’s not in charge of everything around him.
OOC: I love sarcasticness... I deploy it all the time.. sigh.. too bad its not really in my character to be THAT sarcastic.. but everyone can get slightly ticked off... So.. BIC: "Yes, m'dear, I have slain. The marks on my limbs number each bloody mess I've created." Ryru's eye traced the number of marks on her limbs. A fair amount, well, actually, a rather large amount. But he could claim to the same number of kills as she did, but he didn't bother with the unnesscary self-cutting.. "Impressive.. A large amount of kills, you must be very popular with your customers. However, it is not the difficult to have that many kills. I myself total that many kills..." He had kills, but then, he fought for his own sense of justice... He would not let people who deserved to die to stay alive.. Ryru's once again glared at the female assasin. Her remark about the slobs.. That ticked him off a bit. Eyes slightly widening, then shrinking back down.. Then, she made her comment about justice.. "A slob, me? I don't rape girls, harress them in public, or do anything akin to that. I actually have a code of morals, unlike you. You go and kills anyone, for whatever cause, no matter if it will benefit someone who has dark intentions. I go and kill anyone for a good cause, so that the world will be bettered. I fight for the opressed, you fight for the rich. Maybe it is you that is the slob, Phoenix." Ryru voice remained even throughout this whole time. Though he may get angry, wish to yell at them, spit at them, beat them to the ground, it all remained in his head and those idea's usually dissolved away. Phoenix's name had usually slightly impressed him when he had heard it, but to hear her speak like this, it was disgusting.. To the point about cleaning up.. he conceded "Though perhaps you are right about the killing and cleaning up. No man actually loves to do such work..."
\\ OOC: mwaha, welcome Azure! ;) We'll probably have a bit more arguing before you can really get (verbally) involved, but, please stay! :D \\ IC Nix looks at Ryru, tilting her head partially as he calls her the slob. Why, the pot calling the kettle black, as it were! She smiles at that. A close-lipped, blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile, but it was there. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Being slovenly in my context has nothing to do with ill-treatment of others. It has to do with cleanliness. Your keen sense of right and wrong, justice and corruption, only proves your naïvety of the world. Something which surprises me, if I'm correct at guessing your average age. You don't look like a common whelp, just thrown from the clan. But neither are you an old man - about to succumb to the will of the Graders."</span> It was common knowledge when you were wise and old enough to be a threat to the reigning pair, you were silently disposed of. By one such as herself. A mercenary. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"To every perspective lies the right and the wrong of the soul who enacts it. What you consider right, another may consider sinfully wrong. What you consider dastardly, yet another may consider godly and praiseworthy. The world cannot be bettered until everyone's opinions mirror another. What is better to one is horrible to the second. And with so many different minds, and a variety of goals as far as the eye can see, that perfect world you seem to envision will never be accomplished. The world can never be bettered, and on the opposite side, can never be worsened. Not by the likes o' you, not by the likes o' me. It is balanced, no matter what anyone does. Evil is replaced by evil, and good is replaced by good. The equation is null and void."</span> She smirks, a bit of tooth showing as her ebony lips part. The humor met her eyes - this was not a false smile. Oddly enough, she was finding a morbid pleasure in this banter. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Further more, m'dear, you know nothing of my past, nor my plans for the future. 'Tis quite rude to assume the worst of a 'dragon, and condemn them for it, y'know. I, on the other hand, was merely pointing out the obvious."</span> Her eyes return again to the dead bodies strewn about, to punctuate her comment. Her eyes remain on the lifeless bodies, and she finds a small sigh escapes her lips. If this one before her wasn't going to clean up the mess he'd created in her bar, no less, she'd have to employ some further persuasion. Then again, he didn't seem the type to take to threats, and he might just be a capable enough adversary, given the warning that generally came with a verbal threat of death. But perhaps the easier plan of action would include turning a wild eye upon the other bar-goers to help. Hardly anyone said 'no' when threatened with death. Far fewer said 'no', when offered a free mug of their favorite brew. And she had the clout to demand such a price-free drink from the terrified barkeep. Once the bodies were on something unflammable, like the cobblestone streets outside, they could be burned and disposed of. Someone here had to be a pyrokinetic.. or even a generic mage, at very least.
OOC: Hmm.. maybe I'll semi-stop this arguement.. BIC: Ryru absorbed her words.. Naive? Him? He almost laughed out loud at that. He knew that not everything revolved around his principles, but he chose to stay beside them, for they had guided him through his life.. keeping him alive and appeasing his morals.. This argument was going nowhere... He wouldn't submit to her, and she wouldn't submit to him... "So you say it is justice to slay an old man for being a threat. I have no doubts you have accepted many a offer to do so. It is NOT justice to kill a men who might be a threat to a corrupt government. You are right, everything must be taken in a certain prespective. I believe in mine, and I will follow my code.." Ryru sighed.. "This argument is going no where.." Ryru said.. and trudged back to his little corner to drink some sake..
((OCC: Eek! You guys are waiting for me to post?!…Oi,oi, sorry, gomen nansi! I don’t have much to say here, but if Archon said something to invoke something…Good. I’m gathering dry on ideas here and something adventous or maybe violent or argumentive/conversative could help out )) <font color=#FF3333> “Please…Justice is just an poor stupid excuse to prove any other they think wrong."</font> Archon spoked as Ryru passed, not caring on whether or not the guy would liked what he was going to say. He really didn’t care. This cognac blend made with fruits that are best once every ten years suddenly tasted bland to him, like rancid water. It wasn’t his favorite topic, actually, the whole thing disgusted him although it is part of the world as a necessary evil. That’s why he took a il illegitimate work as a mercenary, because he didn’t have to be pushed or pulled into the conflict of idealism . The only choice he would have to make was whether or not the prize would be high enough to take the job. <font color=#FF3333> “It’s sad that people will gather to front with anything that doesn’t go their way…Personally, no dragon could pay me enough to join either side of the coin because I think there both are bullshit." </font>He chucked spitefully, almost spitting at the Ryru’s code. <font color=#FF3333> “The reason is simple…Both ends want to see themselves, ideas, whatever, as the white and the other side black…Bah, no one would accept the world as it is….grey."</font>
Ryru paused for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Then, brushing them off, he continued his way to his corner. "You believe that justice is worth nothing? Interesting. You believe that a dragon should be hung for a crime he did not commit, though the crowd wants him dead? Although I would agree that the world is niether black nor white, but it is not grey either. Grey implies both sides are correct. While that might be true sometimes, it is also true that sometimes there is a clear distinction between right and wrong. I do what I believe is right, not grey, which is right and wrong..." This was heavily out of character for Ryru, him being the silent killer he was. Must've been the damnable sake..
The Blue Phoenix looks at the stranger, and offers a small smile in thanks. It wasn't normal for her to recruit help in ganging up on another in argument, but this one seemed to have jumped in on his own account, so she couldn't be blamed for the two against one ratio that was now evolving. Bewildered, Nix looks at Ryru for a long moment, then shakes her head. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"You damnable old fool: have you not heard a thing I've said, and this stranger confirm?"</span> She mutters mostly to herself, while rolling her ice blue eyes at the ceiling, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Whomever said the old were wise was drunk..."</span> Looking back directly at Ryru, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Your sense of justice is only that - yours. Not anothers'. The one who orders the hanging finds the deed justifiable, otherwise it would not be done. They world is grey. Both side are not right, but they view themselves as such. That is truth. That is reality. Idealized versions of the truth are for children and fools. And since you don't look the former.."</span> She raises an eyebrow at the saké drinking male. Then back to the bodies. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"On the other paw, you do act like a child who refuses to clean up its' mess..."</span> But she would deal with Ryru in a moment. First there was the matter of the carnage to take care of. Waving a paw the female, well versed in telekinetic ability, as all females are, raises the bloody bodies and begins to guide them out the door to the windy and colder exterior. The femme assassin couldn't help but mutter angrily in ramathian as she telekinetically flung one body after another out of her self-proclaimed pub and onto the streets, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"E'n mys u Kytlekh-punmap nuep! Talv jedhsayot rutsujp..."</span>
OOC: When did Ryru get old? BIC "By that, you would prefer me to not say what I believe, not act what I believe upon? By what you say, all should stay on the sidelines, for taking action would by imposing their set of values on another, which is wrong. If all lived by that policy, nothing would ever get done.." Ryru was probably mixing everything up... ah well. He raised his eyebrows as he watched The Phoenix lift the bodies and fling them outside.. "Not all of us are lucky enough to be telekenetic. Some of us, such as myself, are only able to clean such messes the old-fashioned way.."
\\ OOC: LOL, she's being a pissy, demeaning, female. XD And he's older than her by at least a couple years, isn't he? ^^; \\ IC She turns around and stares, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"And what is this something that would never be done, if we all relaxed and stopped fighting for our sense of justice? The world doesn't end when we take a vacation in Chafuo. Why would it end if we all permanently took deep breaths and calmed down? Lived our own lives without trying to influence others?"</span> She stares at the mess of blood leaking into the wooden floorboards. Looking to the bartop, she grabs a towel off of it, and flings it in Ryru's direction. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Then use the old fashioned way."</span> She pauses, before deciding to add a pleasentry, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Please."</span> Flies with honey, yada, yada.. Nix returns to the debate at hand, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Sure, we cannot escape life without influencing others, not unless we are hermits. And even then, hermits have an effect on others by not effecting them at all. Everything we do touches anothers' life."</span> She pauses here, reflecting. She wouldn't say more on this section of the topic. Even though many years had passed, it was still a sensitive topic to her. She grabs her mug and takes a swig to wet her muzzle and throat with the sweet and yet tangy alcholic liquid before continuing, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"You can't tell me science would be any the weaker - the more we learn about science, the better ways there are to kill. Better blades, better weapons, better machina, better viruses, better poisons. We did fine without such improvements before the dawn of enlightenment. We're all healthy without the medicinal advances that come with the bad."</span> Nix grins cheekily holding her mug to her face, as she more or less speaks into it, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Besides, once we get old enough, we're offed anyway! Survival of the fittest."</span>
Ryru slowly glanced down at the towel in his hands. Contemplating on whether to comply to her wishes or not, he finally gave in. Stooping down slightly, he quickly scrubbed down the floor, washing it clean of the blood. He raised an eyebrow, as if saying, "Happy now?" "Your survival of the fitness theory is only bull sh**. The majority of the people out there ARE weak! Thats like saying that three-fourths of the pendragon population should die!" Ryru was totally confused by her ideas. The idea that the strong survive and the weak die was completely stupid to himself. Only people who hadn't seen the worth of science and the weak could make such comments..
Nix nods at him, she'd caught his silent sarcasm, and answers with a polite, now satsfied smile, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"My thanks."</span> Taking another swig, she smiles cheekily at him, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Really now? Take a look at nature. The only thing that seperates us from other living, breathing, animals, is our arrogance. Of that I am convinced. And there, survival of the fittest is the only way. So it is, and should be, with pendragons."</span> She pauses, and wags a finger in his direction, thoughtfully musing, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Though, I do believe you under estimate pendragonkind. Just because it's easy for us to kill the squealing whelps doesn't mean they're weak, it means we're talented."</span> She smirks at him. Turning her back to the other assassin, as she felt no fear, nor was she afraid she'd be unable to avoid any possible attack. Slaming her palm on the bartop, she startles the 'keep. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Another. If you don't mind."</span> At his shaky nod, she rolls her eyes and scoffs, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"It'll be my last, you fool. I won't drink the pub dry of the stuff - I'm no drunk."</span> It was rare enough on its' own, her favorite drink, but with her commanding being served for free, made the substance that much more valuable and rare. They charged extra, just for that fact alone.
Ryru raised an eyebrow at the drink she was ordering. The drink didn't seem to intoxiacate much, or perhaps Nix was able to hold her head well. + "Arrogance is one factor that seperates us, but another is intelligence and morals. We are different than the rakh because, one, we have the morals not to go and steal other people's souls. We are diferent the the beasts because we have the intelligence to modernize ourselves." Ryru stated Heading back to their previous argument, Ryru shook his head slightly "When I say weak, I mean weak as in unable to defend themselves. You cannot deny that a majority of the pendragon race cannot adeuquetly (sp?) defend themselves against the rakh. They may be talented in some area, but in your terms, they are weak.."
<span style='color:red'>"And this is coming from something who just slaughter a couple just for being drunk...sound hypocritical if you asked me." </span>He looked at them both, now founding out that the blood wasn't a typical bar scene but someone's de-classing a group just for being drunk and while he drinking the substance that causes to disease that had to be destroyed <span style='color:red'>"No dragon is weak unless they chose to be. Everyone is given an opportunity to strengthen themselves, although some are indirect, but thatÂ’s not an excuse. Strenght can be paid in mulitiple types of coins, including brains, techical, brawn and other types that your head would not pick up seeing that you said those type are weak. Let's not forget that intellect has also separated us, so much making the rapine are more 'together' than we will ever be. Shadow hangs along with the light, as always.. " </span> <span style='color:red'>"I would like to say that I rather avoid into science since occurrences in my lifetime proved our society to be irresponsible with its uses."</span> Archon downed his drink, not bother to keep his metal arm covered this time, <span style='color:red'> "then you got your over-zealous type that will happily dropped your silly values of life just for the sake of science or the sake of 'what will happen' </span>
