<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Out Of Character:</span> Day: 8 Month: Tria Year: 81379 Who: Kazan Yorokobimasu, 18, Male. Where: Kashmira, A small tavern on the Krishna Sea Islands. Clothing, Weapons: Adorns all black clothing, Carries two amulets for protection, Long sword, Dagger. <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>In Character:</span> Kazan sat around the entrance to the Kashmira, a small tavern on the Krishna Sea Islands. He had no idea what had brought him to such a place, it must be important. He tapped his fingers on the table, impatient, as his drinks had not arrived and he had ordered several minutes ago. People around the tavern appeared to be staring at him in strange ways, as if they had something against him. A group of dragons began to surround him. Kazan was angered. A crimson fire appeared in the palm of his hand. The dragons slowly backed away, scared for they believed that he was a demon. Demons possessed much power, beyond that of normal dragons. Maybe he would use his looks to scare people, that way he would never be bothered. He turned around to face the other direction, someone catching his eye.
Jahhar sat near a corner in the tavern. He was on the islands to take a long needed break from his life, so to speak. The previous days had been terrible to him. He just needed to get away and relax. He watched with interest as a dragon conjured some fire to cast away some dragons bothering him. Interesting way of dealing with problems... Jahhar stopped a waiter walking bye. "What do you know of that dragon over there?" murmered Jahhar quietly, to try to prevent others from listening in on the conversation. The waiter shrugged and kept walking. Jahhar shook his head and kept watching. It wasn't worth his time to scan the dragon, so he slumped down on the table while he waited for a meal that he had ordered. He did keep the dragon in the corner of his eye though...
OOC: May I? IC: Just great. Kuss placed her full tankard on the table with a thump, looking up just in time to catch the other 'dragon's eye. Glaring around at the other unknown 'dragons she stood, and took a few steps toward the other. With a curt nod she lashed a foot at a nearby attacker. That was her, Kuss, defender of the weak...er...really strong. She didn't look at the male but concentrated on beating the attackers to a bloody pulp. Sending a large 'dragon flying she calmly asked the male "Did you attract them for some reason, or did they just randomly attack you?"
He let out a roar. "Aye, they think i'm a demon" he replied, turning around slightly. Someone else was looking at him, he could see, not from his eyes, but from his mind. He decided it was time for his departure, but before, he would rather enjoy causing a scene. Suddenly the table of which he sat, burst into flames. Kazan knew, that he was different than other dragons, for fire would never burn, cause him pain. He was immune to the very thing that controlled his life. Now Kazan was a mean person, but only because of the mean things done to him as a child. Being cruel was all that he knew, as he had never recieved love. He was always teased for his rather diffrent appearance, for having horns, or being bulky. It was always one thing or another. It had left him with a hate for all dragons. He was also included in his hate. Kazan hated everything. He was never happy, for he had never known happiness.
Jahhar shook his head. Two very violent dragons... He watched as the table burst into flames. He could feel the heat from the burning table. He closed his eyes and made a decision. Maybe out of boredom and because of his restless spirit. He decided to loosely follow this dragon and learn more about him, without scanning him over of course. Hopefully he wouldn't get into any trouble. Jahhar quickly glanced down at his pocket when he heard his cellphone go off. He picked it up. "Jahhar, while you are over at the islands, could you pick me up some souveniers?" spoke Sabato on the other line. Jahhar looked at his cellphone, he thought he had turned the thing off. "Uhh, yea, sure, talk to you later." Said Jahhar quickly, in a low voice before quickly hanging up. He had already told all of his family members he was going on vacation. Were they deaf? Jahhar turned off his cellphone just in time to hear the shouts of the keeper of the tavern. "Out of my tavern. You've already burned down one of my tables. OUT!" Jahhar wondered if the keeper noticed that the dragon he was yelling (Kazan) at was most likely twice his strength. Obvously not...
A hooded figure walked in and sat at the table across from Jahhar. <span style='color:blue'>You mind ordering a drink for me?</span> It said. It sounded femmine and vauegly familar. She pulled down the hood and shook out red hair. She glanced back at the flaming table. Tvim smiled at Jahhar. Their last meeting hadn't been so friendly, but maybe she could make it better.
She was trying to get away from chaos and one had already started in the once peaceful tavern. Kien watched from the safety of her corner as a mean looking 'dragon set his table in flames and another 'dragon beating, or rather, throwing offending 'dragons away from her sight. Kien drained the rest of her drink in her tankard and set the heavy mug on the wooden table. Just as she was getting up, a group of pendragons had already formed a crowd around the two dragons, Kazan and Kuss. Those who were afraid ran out of the tavern as quick as their legs could carry them. The tavern keeper was already holding a stick in one hand and putting down a phone on its cradle in the other hand. He had called the officials. Kien, who was not a very close friend of the tavern keeper's daugther but still a friend, decided to stick around and help the Kiom if anything goes wrong.
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Out Of Character: </span> It's really short ... sorry ^^; <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>In Character:</span> Kazan let out a harsh laugh. Stop. Directing his hand towards the table the growing flames vanished, as did his tolerence for other dragons. He trailed his hand across the hidden dagger. It was time for him to leave. So he walked right out the tavern door.
Jahhar smiled, "Certainly," when the waiter came by, Jahhar spoke. "She'll have a drink as well, put it on my bill." "What would you like to drink?" asked the waiter to Tvim. Jahhar watched Kazan leave. He was about to get up and follow, but he decided that it would be rude to leave Tvim here. Instead, he asked Tvim. "What do you know of that dragon that was here a while ago?" He doubted that Tvim knew anything, but he didn't have much to lose by asking...
Tvim ordered a beer and turned back to Jahhar. <span style='color:blue'>All I've learned is that his trades are pyrokenisis and seerism.</span> She hoped that would give Jahhar some small lead. <span style='color:blue'>Why are you so interested in him?</span> she asked.
Kazan stood outside the bar, strange feelings overcoming his entire mind. He surged with anger for a moment, his eyes turning a twisted red, hair into the same. He began to feel very ill, as his claws became larger. He cried out in agony as his entire body exploded into flames. It was an intense feeling of rage which consumed him, for what reasons he did not know. There in the back of his mind lay the Kazan pure of heart, the one hidden behind the demon mask. He was scared, not only for his life, but for those of others.
He controls fire so well... Interesting... Kien thought as she watched Kazan walk out. Intrigued, she followed. Outside, the tavern, she witnessed the stranger moaning and then bursting into flames. A little alarmed, she ran down the small steps toward the stranger. <span style='color:skyblue'>Hey... er... are you okay?</span> She never thought about the posibility of this 'dragon easily hurting her until the last moment that she spoke. She kept some distance between him. Just in case.
Jahhar shrugged. "No reason, really..." The waiter came by and placed down his meal. He htanked the waiter and started to eat. Between bites he asked, "What brings you out here to such a beautiful island? Vacation?" He glanced around the tavern as waiters cleaned up the mess that Kazan had made. It was quite a mess, with bits of glass here and there...
Kuss hopped up and quickly ran out the door, yelling an apology to the tavern keeper. Flying out the door she almost collided with another 'dragon standing in the way of everything. "Move it" she growled, peering around to see what was going on. Her eyes widened and almost popped out of her head. "Friggin'..." she gasped "Flaming 'dragon. That's something you don't see everyday." She hopped forward, not getting to close, butt obviously examining the burning figure in from of her. Going back she asked the other onlooker "Do you know whatÂ’s going on with him?"
He let out a cold, harsh laugh, throwing his head back in anger. He had more power than anyone could ever imagine, if only he could control the boy inside. He would need to be sealed, so that the real Kazanikoruu, or as he was called back in the days before he was destroyed, could show.
<span style='color:blue'>Yes, Just that.</span> She said looking longingly at his meal and stealing a quick peice. She smiled innocently as her ears perked. <span style='color:blue'>Seems as though our friend is having a temper-tantrum</span> She said, standing. <span style='color:blue'>Care to join me?</span>
Kien turned to the femme that had just asked her a question. <span style='color:skyblue'>I just got here. You think I know?</span> Then she turned back to the flaming dragon. <span style='color:skyblue'> Do you need a doctor, a healer or some priest?</span>
Kazan threw out his claws, scraping the arm of the one called Kien. The wound appeared to be on fire, as was the dragon who had caused such a thing. "All I need are wind and earth" he said, appearing to be in a trance. Suddenly he became covered in ashes, which spread along the entire coast, searching. He was back to normal, for the moment.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>May I come into this as well?</td></tr></table> That of a flaming femme pendragon lifted her eyes up from the ground at where she sat and listened to the sound of lloud laughter coming from the tavern. A sly grin crossed her face as she lifted herself up from the ground. The blue flame that ingulfed her body just caressed her skin delicately. That of her assortment of anicent clothing that dawned her body was really a dead giveaway of what she was, and who. The femme anubi 'dragon moved over towards the tavern doors, with her blue eyes focused on them. She came up to the doors and placed her upper set of arms upon them give the doors a light push to open them, but also leaving fine burn marks from where she touched them. When she came into the place everyone that seemed to have been paying attention to the other flamed 'dragon turned to her, with the look of awe and curiousity at the same time. The garments on her body barely covered anything but that didn't bother her to much to care. Everyone seemed to be interested in the many four arms, the third eye in the mild of her forehead, and the blue flame that ingulfed her body. But the stares didn't bother her at all as she walked over towards one of the tables causing several other pendragons to move back away from her. She came to sit close to the two conversing 'dragons off into the corner and called out to the waiter. "Bring me the strongest stuff you have and make it worth two bottles." She called out with a seductive sounding voice as her eyes came to rest on the other flaming creature that assulted the beautiful femme 'dragon sitting close to him.
A grin appeared on Jahhar's face. "Of course, It would be an honor for me." He fnished speaking as the anubi sat down near Tvim and himself and called for the order. The waiters weren't in the mood to clean up another burned down table. So they wasted no time in bringing the anubi's order. Within seconds it was set down beside the anubi, the waiter said not a word as he quickly moved. Jahhar could practically taste the fear of the waiters as they, like most others in the tavern, had learned not to rub pyromancers the wrong way. Jahhar was feeling bold, or prehaps just lucky. Then again, maybe he was being plain dumb when he spoke to the nearby anubi. "Are you sure you want to drink that? It is nearly as bad as poison." He kept a calm look on his face as he spoke.
