X-7 didn't like the look, but showed no signs of his irritation, simply answering. <span style='color:blue'>Done and Done sir, Specific requested poisons? And when would the due date be for the alliance to be made?</span> He spun his empty cup, and after downing the remains, nodded. The whiskey had done him good, slowing down his mutation considerably, meaning no more bone spikes for awhile. He stalled, scratching his chin, a soft scrape of metal on metal every time his hand passed over the titanium covering most of the right side of his head. <span style='color:blue'>Alright, now where do you think I would find Finasis to make a deal? Anyone got any info?</span> He adressed the entire group, hoping to extract some useful information for not only his two objectives, but for anything that might come up soon...
Sulphea took a last swig from her canteen and stood up from her seat. "well, I suppose I should start now" she pulled out a small device and handed it to Medhsnuja "if there are any changes to my orders or you need to see me, simply press this button, it will alert me and send me your location, also it cannot be picked up by anyone trying to listen in." she turned and walked towards the exit "and as for Finasis, try asking around, she likes to make her authority known so I assume shed have some sort of mantion or other place that stands out"
Kilske smirked happily to herself. She felt like a little kid who had just won the larger half of the cookie. She took one last swig of her milk and was glad to find that she had not needed to spend what little money she had brought on any more. She adjusted her coat nervously. She waited a moment before jumping to her feet and pushing her chair back under the table. "If that is all I will be off as well. I will inform you as soon as I learn something." She said confidently. She knew she would be able to pull this off, as long as she stayed out of contact with the rest of SOB for a while. She already had various possibilities of infiltration swirling around in her mind. She smiled and turned towards the door, her long cloak swinging around behind her to accent her exit. Her long strides took her to the door and she sliped through it once mroe. She would do some research tonight, no sleep until she could plan just how to infiltrate the Red Feather Mafia. It would not be easy. She was a little nervous, this being the first time she had actualy done worth while spy work. She was confident though.
Nhadala ruffled her feathers slowly as one dissapered after winning her share of work, Pale eyes glittering bheind the heavied lids as the braids and other tresses stayed their green blue colorations. Sipping at the clear liquid wanting the other two to dissaper like Kilske, lips curled out as the voice slinked like a snake in to an open. "I will take over anything doing with Sightless fighting, Tactical prowess and Machina" Leaving out one of the trades which was Necromancy the one of her Family trade that all members were forced to learn. Sitting back with the decreasing rains, grunting only lightly at the stabbing pains of her feet. Heat was stifling fromt he fire as agitation grew and nervousness like a small horse in a unfamiliar stable, flcikering the heavily pierced tail. waiting.
X-7 slammed a heavy titanium fist on the table, accidentally almost cracking the flimsy thing in two. He then slumped back. <span style='color:blue'>Well, I'll see to the trade agreement tonight, and then I'll turn in, find some nice little home owned by some nice people who I can kill.</span> He rested his arms on the table, taking up most of the room on it, and let his eyes close slowly. Damn organic parts needing sleep... He snapped to as he realised that two bony spikes were protruding into the air from his elbows, dripping a yellowish green liquid on the table. He did nothing, hoping that his fellow members along with his boss saw this as normal. The spikes soon retracted, leaving only a small puddle of the mutagen, the incredibly small amount still potent enough to horribly mutate and twist anyone stupid enough to somehow get it in their body. X-7 remained calm, although on the inside he was a mass of nerves, quivering at the fact that not only was his two faced plan would soon show, but that the mutation would continue to appear randomly until he gained full control of it, and that wouldn't be for awhile... He let out a yawn. <span style='color:blue'>Anything else you want done sir? I could use something to keep my mind off my tired organic parts...</span>
Medhsnuja listened and watched the two leaving females carefully. Sulphea was obviously not happy about him intervening and possibly jealous. Well, it all added to the group's qualities. He looked at the peculiar object she'd left on the table. He wasn't going to get a piece of machina to do his dirty work. That's what deamons and Phoenix was for. He shrugged and took another mouthful of the crimson liquid in his glass. Finasis I guess you'd find over by Bhim's Government HQ. If all else fails, ask one of her guards. He said to X-7 as he fished a crumbled up piece of paper out of a hidden pocket in his trousers. Here is the list of the rare poisons. Get as much as you can of each. If you run out of money, return here where I'll have Phoenix waiting for you with more. I know you all haven't met her yet, but you'll know it's her as soon as you see her.. The paper was slid across the table, the scrawled handwriting telling X-7 of about thirty different rare and very illegal poisons. Now, take as long as you want with Finasis. If you're needed, you'll be alerted. That was a clear sign that Medhsnuja had nothing more to say to the S.O.B. member. He turned away and after picking up his wine glass and drinking the rest of what lied within it, filled it full again and leaving not a drop left in the bottle. Nhadala, we have our own business to attend to. The small matter of our wedding and your family He said softly, a hint of a smile on his facial features.
Nhadala nodded slowly staring forther as her eyes seemed dark under neath their pale extremities. Hiding her family's main trade was harsh in her sence, as the tail twittered twice with the rings embedded clanged. Lips pursed thickly as she spoke slowly to him in a return of volleyed words. " Yes of course. We do . Do you consider that small matter?" Her voice edged as the bar became emptied with the tounge darting over the pale lips with a mottle of her hair changing their coloration as for the mandalas over the plucked eye brows. the colors mottled form a green and blue to a bright oranges and reds as the mandalas stayed white blending with the dappled bodice. Leaning back in her chair wincing lightly from the pains of her feet as the toes streatched apart before she gave a yawn. Eyes closing in a sober attitude before allowing her self to get up hiding some of her body parts in which the pants should of concealed. Ears flickered with their metallic songs resonating inthe room.
X-7 didn't reply, he simply grabbed the paper, and after stuffing it into a storage compartment near his waist he left the bar, extending a bone spike and gently pricking one of the prostitutes softly as he passed. He had many things on his list to do that night...
Medhsnuja smiled at her, very softly, his fangs pearly white glistening in the dim fire light. He turned to face her properly, his head slightly to one side as his crimson eyes looked at her with a remarkable amount of softness for a character that was full of hatred and darkness. He wasn't sure whether she'd appreciate him taking hold of her hand so he just placed one hand nearer to hers. Not such a little business. I think it's the most important His voice was low and very husky sounding and his eyes never lifted from hers. Shall we go now or tomorrow?
" Now since we have no where else to stay and my Parents Are Dying to meet you. " She put an emphasis on Dying with the gutteral voice as her hand moved over his, it was glazed and cold as natural for her hands with their icy touches. Her tongue darted over her lower full lip as her hair started to mottle a pale pink and tingy reds not usually one to let others see her cuttle fish like tactics as her breath swerved downwards. Tendrils of hair swayed with her bodice movements motioning for him to rise and leave with her through the portal of the wooden door. Nhadala seemed a bit nervouse as she dilebratly covered up something over her back under that thicket of wires and D rings, it was another seemingly cults tatto on the small of her ridgid posture. Jagged was the weather with the abyssal door peering open in to the elements, her bodice sivered before the dapped fur ruffled up to protect against the cold. Ephermal
