In a Random Dingy Tavern....

Nhadala appeared like a graven ghost, the thick tail ruffled after her in a clinking fashion of rings which were pierced thickly in the somber flesh of the female. Not covering her self at all parts of her family were rented out to the red feather mafia to bring out a distinct death dealers threat, not like it was bad it was good money for them but every one feared the secrecy of their families main trade. Feathered wings seemed cropped behind the curvy bodice, clothing extrmely differnt allowing the necromancer cult tattoo on the lower back under the wires of her corset piercings. Pale star shapped pupils flexed almost in the pale water eyes, the bar tender was bending more ardently to a task as she seemingly appeared. Lips thinned in to a sarcastic smile, knowing a tense feeling the marrow of her bones as she muttered ' I must be on another planet. ' The voice monotone. Female pendragons looked at her after their eyes only left the S.O.B leaders face in a slight disgust as Nhadala wore tape wrapping over the bare breasts, baggy pants with pockets all over containing something of intrests of hers. Stopping at home also brought her to wear rusted and old gloves that were large on her hands as Goggles adjusted in the white hair pushing it out of slitted eyes. Large ebon boots adorning her feet, in every movement created a thumpign with their straps and zippers.

Mandala markings glittered slowly turning a murky blue to a silty green almost very bright, a dread of black singled out in the white tendrils that filtered down from her skull. She didn't like this bar at all, she didn't like Bhim or being extremly close to her family with the knowledge that she would be wrangled in to the 'family business' But they knew she was here after she visited for a quick or long hour since it was her only paradise to stay. Tribal tatotos on her arms crescent moon on the back of her neck glittered in the gritting fire light, this place primal to her with every one of her attibutes flashed in the flared clothing. Movement didn't flicker twards Medhsnuja Panym, than twards to the bar to speak with the tender whom looked at her in a little of fright. As she approched the bar leaning her weight on it looking over the counters edge, eye brows knitted before speaking under breathed and gutterally in educated ramalethian.

"Gujpym na, Huba iyo taam Tarutseum us sha lusa ev iyo janraj hen ump glauta nui E huba u kog yv uggla bypcu? "

The bar tender looked up in a quick relife before she seemed to flicker an audit back to listen twards Medhsnuja Panym as if he was going to make a move against her personae. Spendlity she bestowed the young one in a grin, blue white teeth glittered as she lifted her hand up from a tray with thin cigars. Nhadala placed one between the sharp ice picks for teeth as they pinched down and it snapped up like a wooden doll creating the male to jump up as he made the drink for her. Reaching down in to her pocket in a slow conspicous manner taking out a zippo lighter, snapping it with the flame popping out and lighting what she held in her teeth. Dragging on the blended cloves and fiberglass then fluming out a smoke ring. Allowing feathers to fall to the floor as the wings fluttered in allured way wondering if her underhand flirtations with the male oculd make Medhsnuja jealouse in any way, but any ways she seen and is seeing how the whores stared at him and him looking back at their diseased faces dispite they looked normal. She mutterd out lowly 'never kiss a whore you don't know where they have been' as to her they were diseased and infectious little scamps who need real jobs as she visciously stabbed at that thought with a imaginary blade of a knife. The bar tender set up the apple vodka slowly as he spoke back after the minutes of silence.

"Iat E huba taam hen uryos u vyjsmedhs udy. My nun ha hutm's raam dassemd gutteymusa fesh sha fhyjat em haja. haja et iyoj uggla bypcu. "

She smiled slowly, a seductive grin dispite that wasn't her forte nodding a thank you as she took up the drink in her left gloved hand as the male seemed to shiver like jello after it. Spinning around with out sloshing the liquid over the salted rim, the cigar which was so thin perched gyrating smoke in the air. Moving slowly to Medhsnuja's Table before she reached her destination, setting the glass down and picking out the cigar with her fingers blowing the jet of smoke form her lungs which gave her a not so innocent air anymore like she was. Liquid eyes glittered before a hand grabbed the back of a roughly carven wood chair and pulled it out to seat her self, as she did sitting prim and scooting in like a lady it would seem. Water dismaled off her bodice, drying in the facilities fire and heat of air, chains, beads and what not clinked together as her legs crossed under the large oak table. It roughly carven and hewn with years of love and barship brawls as Nhadala didn't speak to Medhsnuja as the cigar rested in her fingers with a carefull dapping of ashes, and a hand reaching for the glass to drink it awaited.

figaro.

 

Aaaah... the smell of moral corruption, gotta love it The jet black and threataningly beatuiful lady whisperd to herself under her breath as she watched the two relitively familiar 'dragons walk into the building. She had been there, hideing in the roof for well over an hour before she was even supposed to show up, stakeing the place out for any possible trouble. Of course, there had been none, there was no reason to smash this place up beyond the tip it already was, but you never could be sure with that so called 'failed' military robot thing in the group...
It was time to join the leader she decided, plus she was getting splinters, Sulphea left the roof. "greetings" she said quietly from a seat near Medhsnuja which she had seemingly appeared in during the one moment everyones backs were turned. "I suppose the others are going to be a little late..."

 

X-7 wandered in, his glimmering new black armor dancing in the light of the dingy bar. He noted the girls off to the sides and how they stared at him. For some reason it angered him and just to make a point he raised an arm and splattered two girls with the blood of their companion as a large needle shaped projectile shot from his launcher and plowed through her skull, pinning her standing to the wall. He smirked, watching them all cringe, and took a seat beside Nhadala. <span style='color:blue'>I apologise for being late...</span> He said softly, with an edge to his voice, as if daring any of them to challenge him. He had changed alot in such a short time, more towards the dark and lethal...

 

A dark auburn figure was highlighted by the pale rays of the moon. She walked gracefully and smoothly, never faltering in a single step. She glided towards the tavern, a long black trench coat trailing behind her. She paused, the tail of the coat curling down to her feet as she stopped. Opening the creaky door just enough to let her slim form through, she slid gracefully into the tavern, her coat following obediently behind her. As the dim light poured over her, every detail of her grim appearance came into view.

Her trench coat was made of a light fabric that floated gently on the every wave of air that passed under it. It was a deep black, but it did not reflect any light, only absorbed all of the darkness it could. It had not pockets and it was cut about two inches longer than her own body. Underneath her coat she wore large baggy black jean pants, that where lined with various silver zippers, most of which served no purpose. She wore a dark plum purple shirt with a low cut collar and with long belled sleeves with the shoulders cut out of it. Her hair was soaked with hair gel and was slicked back on her head and hung down to the center of her back, glistening with grease. Her face was free of any makeup what-so-ever, but she did sport two silver rings in each ear and one in her lower left lip. She smirked as she glanced around the tavern. Their first real meeting and they just had to spoil the group, didnÂ’t they? Rolling her eyes she glided over to the bar and slammed a six-fingered fist on the counter. She chuckled happily when she saw even the bartender jump and then turn to see her.

"IÂ’ll have a jug of warm milk."

The bartender seemed to almost burst out in laughter, but faltered when her face hardened and her silver claws extended. She opened her mouth to speak through gritted teeth, but before she could say anything the bartender turned around to walk back behind the counter. “Coming right up." He said. Kilske smirked once more and rapped her claws impatiently on the counter. The bartender returned a minute latter, pushing the jug of lukewarm milk toward her. "Thank you." She gave a mock smile and lifted her cup, tilting it slightly to keep the contents from spilling out. She slid stealthily and quickly toward the table her group was sitting at. She selected a chair and fell into it, never losing a drop of the drink. Lifting her eyebrows in recognition she spoke, "Hey there.", and took a sip of the milk, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat.

 

Sulphea spoke up to X-7 "now now seven, we dont want to be makeing a bad name for ourselfes right now, do we. So stop with the mindless killing and think before you try something like that again... you might have hit her purse, and that wouldnt be very good for the lootings would it?"

 

X-7 snarled and buried a wrist blade in the table inches from Sulphea. <span style='color:blue'>I don't need their money, and I feel sorry for you if you do. Now shut up.</span> His fleshy elbow warped and twisted for a second, mutating with his agitation. He would have to now not only conceal his alliance with both the S.O.B. and "The Lost", from the other, but hide his mutations from both sides as well. He thanked whatever god there was that his mechanic components were strictly non compatable with telepathy, thus hiding his secrets from prying minds. Now he would only have to watch his actions, and he wasn't off to a good start...

 

Nhadala kept her self silent not wanting to have a bargon of angers at her crania and audits. Waiting was a key before she pressed the slick glass against her lips, lipid in her facial movements with the liquid sloshing from its bosom to her drying throat. She seemed to get jittery almost like a small dog would to the masters yelling but not of that could matter. Crania bobbed up and down slowly as a trinket chinked softly in her resume of a yes, Still as smoke lazily drifted up wards from the thin almost malnourished looking cigar. Muscles which were wracked on the narrow arms quivered, but that wans't a matter withthe fur pluffy and soft as tattoos sequinned on her arms glittered well groomed in fire light. The mandala's apoun her brow glittered in their changing moods, hair also seeming to molt their colors of ashen white a mottle of greens and blues now was the tendrils that fell from her head.

Hearts beathing, feeling Sebastian near the tavern but more the less at the Nairi homestead than here. Air was getting stale as the cigar seemed to float up wards as she wanted to talk to Medhsnuja via through mind waves almost like twins would do. funny thign was it seemed that way between her and her brother with the secret messages that no other person could find but that twin. Thinking prenimbaly as she suckled at the cigars tip before blowing out thick smoke rings while they floated in the air she flumbled for an extra piecing of bandaging to serve as a piece of paper to write to Medhsnuja. Tongue lashed out slowly she wans't prone to speak of private afrairs in a public area such as this in a S.O.B meeting at all, Taking out a pen and laying out the strattled bandaging with the pen tip scribbling apoun it. It said slowly with a female scrawling hand for no one else to read.

' I am sorry for making you jealous, I thought you were looking at those whores and that made me jealous. just to think about what could of happened. '

Slipping it over silently to him with the pen as she kept looking down as she nubbed the cigar out and placed its butt in the opened plate allowing him to read and possibly scrawl back to her in a private tone. Listening to the peachy keen words if there were any from any one besides their lank breathing, lips a pale line on the dappled maw.

 

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X-7 snorted and retracted his wrist blade with a mechanical noise. <span style='color:blue'>Try it old man...</span> He muttered, too low for anyone to hear, at least that was what he thought. His elbows which were now carefully hidden under the table were writhing and twisting as sharp spines of bone jutted from them, then became normal again. It became a repeating sequence of mutations, but X-7 soon got it under control and succeeded in calming himself down. These mutations were taking alot out of him, mentally and physically... <span style='color:blue'>Sorry sir, not feeling myself as of late...</span> His robotic eye focused a tiny bit as his half truth slid from his lips easily. <span style='color:blue'>I'm not sure if everybody is here...</span>

 

sulphea giggled to herself over X-7s response to her words "someone blew a fuse" she joked, while mentaly prepareing for anything he might do. "Anyway, I dont know if anyone else will be here, but if they are late, its there problem. I see no reason to wait for them, we can fill them in later, right 'boss'?"

 

Kilske sipped happily at the rim of the jug of milk. She was really not paying that much attention to the situation. She simply leaned back in her chair, letting the jug rest on her lower lip. She was slightly impressed at Medhsnuja's trick. She had a fairly firm grip on the consept of Dark Scorcery herself but such a spell seemed like it would require a great deal of dedication. She shook off the feeling of admiration she felt for him, she did not like to be jealous of others, it did not suit her. She eyed the confused girl a moment before turning back to the rest, finaly setting the milk back down on to the table.

She looked over at the robot of a pendragon. She, personaly, did not aprove of such outlandish behavior that would attract so much attention. She suposed such dislike came from her infiltration training, it never payed in her line of work to draw any kind of attention to herself. She did not bother to answer the question, how was she to know if there was anyone elce? She wiped a paw over her slick hair letting the paw drop back down to her side. She listened with only one ear to Sulphea's last comment. This girl also annoyed Kilske, a pendragon who was obviously easily annoyed. It seemed to Kilske she was a regular preppy suck-up. She rolled her eyes and almost made to mock Sulphea childishly but stopped herself. She did not want to make enemies needlessly. This was going to be a slow night she could tell. She fingered her pocket carefully, there would be enought money left for at least four more large jugs of the milk. There was at least one upside, she would have to wait and see how many more this meeting would hold.

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Alright! ^^</td></tr></table>


X-7's bulky mechanical hands twitched before coming up to rest on the table. His mutations had subsided for now... <span style='color:blue'>Sir, I've heard reports of several other organizations and factions attempting to get in on this event. Several larger entities that could cause trouble for us have become involved as well, maybe we should work our way along, systematically destroying these intruders from small to big?</span> He paused, thinking about his other connection. If "The Lost" were to go toe to toe with the S.O.B. where would he stand? He showed no signs of his computer side and him working away at this problem mentally as he crossed him arms and looked eager for Medhsnuja's answer. Thank god for technology...

 

Nhadala stared forth abyssally as the star like pupils twitched inside her occulars. Lips pursed more in to a clamped thin line before thinking slowly knowing she must visit her family and see their businese. Audits flickered with their heavy rings glittering in the fantasms of the firelight, looking down once at the bandage before rolling it up with a toying finger and stashing it in to a pant pocket for noone else to see. As she cleared her throat with the other hand, lips moved slowly the tongue clicking in an under tone as a lulling voice emrged like a caterpillar from cocoon.

" I must visit my Family and the small guild of Necromancers here"

She didn't explain what her businesse was fully, the tendrils of her hair seemed to move like worms that always wanted to touching things and to feel things out of the world to her. Breath after breath trolled through the slender throat and emptied in to her chest, the air stale with must and the dank smells of alcohol and smokes. shifting in the creaking chair uneasily with her thoughts twards her twin as the heart pounded as if through a paper bag in her hands with the uneasines of the whole crowd of the Shades of black cult at the table. Streatching out the toes uneasily in her boot, hissing lowly but unnoticably in a pain of her feet mutating to an original digigrade footing and claws. The boot wasn't helping this mutation feel any better by choking it from space to mutate, thoughts swimming as she doused her lips with the apple vodka to ease them out.

Looking at Medhsnuja lightly as she rested her fail looking elbow on the roughly carved table of the tavern that now was littered with ashes, cups and people of the S.O.B cult. Rain pounded on the barraged windows and wooden frame of the taverns self, Nhadala sighed wanting quiet expecially after traveling a distance. Pale occulars flickered and casted their thoguhts like lures for one to question.

ar.

 

"ok, leave the guns to me, if you have been looking the armoury is almost half full already, so Im sure I could keep filling it up with a place like this to get 'em from... although I cant garentee there gonna be the best guns you have seen." She took a swig from her canteen which she had concield in her trenchcoat. "oh, and point four leave to me, Im all you need for anything undercover" she said with a confident smirk.

 

X-7 shifted a little in his seat, his heavy hydraulics making near soundless hissing noises as he did so. <span style='color:blue'>Sir, maybe we could approach Finasis herself and attempt to establish an open trade agreement. Statistically it will speed up our stockpiling time by 75%, and we could make ourselves a valuable ally, as long as the ramathian military doesn't respond to this incident before we can get a chance...</span> He spit after saying this, as if he hated to even say the word 'military'. He stood up, and got himself a glass of whiskey from the bartender, the bartender knowing well enough not to ask for payment from the mechanical monster. He sat back down again, and after drinking half the whiskey in a single gulp, with seemingly no ill effects, he continued. <span style='color:blue'>Many other groups like ours will be clamoring for trade agreements with this new government and unless we act soon Finasis will choose a "special" group of her own. All considered IF we choose to go this route. Your call, Sir.</span> He gulped the rest of his whiskey, and shot his arm under the table immediately after, as a particularily large bone spike extended from his elbow and bumped the underside of the table. He shifted in his seat again, hoping to disguise the mutation as part of his shift...

 

Kilske set her warm milk on the table, sitting up to attention as their leader spoke. Anything she could do for the gang, so long as it gave her something to do. She listened intently for something she could help with. Item one, she could most likely help with, though it did not appeal to her personaly. Item two, would happily do that one as well. Her twin brother was an expert on poisons, she could contact him. He might know the best drugs and things to get. Item three, she did not particularly want to take that job. Item four, now that was for her. She was a spy by trade and had studied to be one for with her life.

She opened her mouth to speak but the others beat her to it. The other girl had already helped herself to that first one. Kilske let it slide, she had her heart set on the last of the tasks. The girl also went on to say she would take the last job. Kilske almost jumped up with rage. She restrained herself and grasped her knee with her paw , squeezing it harshly. Through gritted teeth she spoke.

"I beleive I could better take charge of the spy work to be done. I specialize in infiltration."

She tried to hold back the anger she felt, and did it surprisingly well.

 

"Oh, you want to do the dirty work?" Sulphea mumbled as she took another swig from her canteen. She hated it when people took over her jobs, but it wasnt a good idea to make enemies in ones own gang, not yet at least. hmm... I suppose my database has more than enough information anyway... "fair enough, Ill just handle the guns then, but if you need any help you can just ask me, I can handle it."