<font color='#810541'>Maharet Talamyr 1700 female rouge singer Current Date Quarter: Tria Day: 36 Year: 81377 From the shade of a doorway, a sleek figure peered out into the twilight. Her black scales glinted in the sun's last rays, and a mop of shaggy red hair obstructed her sight only slightly, as she watched the street for signs of her associate. They had agreed to meet here and discuss business, but he was late. Maharet was not suprised. She shifted impatiently, her feline movements both connotating and desguising her strength. She was not your average rouge. She seemed just a little too vain, a little to quiet, a little too young. But danger allsways comes from the least expected quarters, and she does not fear this street full of crooks and criminals. She belonged here. And so did her partner, dammit. She did not like to be kept waiting. But there was little she could do- he was all she had, at least untill they could find some more suitable assets to their work. besides, she though with a slight smile, she rather liked him. She sighs and relaxes against the doorframe, her tail whipping about in an impatient cat0like fashion. Soon... soon.</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>With a cheshire grin, slinking down from his spot seated atop a nearby building, he quickly descended to ground level by the way of stacks of crates, boxes, with nay but a gentle clatter of ebony claws against wood and metal. With a sneer, he chuckled at his accomplice slash best friend, his closest companion in life and in his line of work, and shook his head slightly, "Punctual, per always. Y'never learn, lass. 'Sall the rage to be late!" He followed up his obnoxious remark with an out-loud laugh, before quieting up and casting a suspicious glance at 'Haret, "I take it yer not finding the situation as much a chuckle as I am." With that he lowered himself into a relaxed, almost feline sitting position, and turned his head back, nosing around in his bag, before finally selecting a metal ball with a crude pin stuck in. Removing the pin and rolling it away from them with a nudge from his nose, it bumped into a wall before it began spraying out thick bellows of red smoke, serving two purposes. It provided them cover, as fires were not uncommon in the markets - and it served as a tool to coordinate with others who were hopefully on the way. Hopefuls wishing to join their "pack." How feral of them. "Aye, naught we can do now but wait, dear. Hopefull this wasn't for nothing, 'twould be a treat to find someone. For once..."</font>
<font color='#810541'>Maharet sniffed at his comments, as she surely didn't care what was fashionable or 'all the rage.' She prefered that her partner be on time, but she would just have to learn to accept his habits. After all, they needed each other. She covered her nose with an ebony paw as the smoke filled the doorway, and retreated further into the dark building. "Indeed. Two is not enough, as we clearly discovered. But still, we must be selective. An inexperianced or lack-talent lackey could get us killed."</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>Oli cast a forlorn glance at the smoke canister, still belching out expanding plumes of red into the air. Too much mercury, perhaps. The smoke looked too un-natural - he would have to work on that. He sighed softly - mistakes like this were the type he could not afford, and he was making them more often nowadays. He'd have to try and keep his mind on-task, slip-ups could not be afforded and this one was rather large. Thankfully, here, attention was the sort of thing they wished to attract - within reason. Still, the nature of the signal complicated things. They'd have to be cautious as to not make themselves more of a disturbance than anyone else in the marketplace, despite its reputation of being a rather rowdy, unruly spot. He gazed silently at his partner, then padded into the building after her. There was nothing to do but wait.</font>
<font color='#810541'>On the out stretch of streets, a large beast that can very easily make 10 'dragons worth, flies over head gazing down upon the darkened streets of the market. The mass of the beast casted down a shadow that shown from the moon's rays. Giantic wings of black carried his jet black body, and two white glowing eyes fixed on anything that seemed to be moving on the grounds below. He smirked and noticed a metallic creature wonder off into a building just below where he was gliding. Upon seeing this the 'dragon turned himself over in a flip then draws his wings in against his body. Causing himself to fall freely towards the surface of a building top. Closes his eyes slightly and takes in a deep breathe just before coming to a crash then releases his massive wings from his sides and lands hard on the building, making it rumble and shake as he does.</font>
