Leah changed her gaze back to Korif. <span style='color:purple'>See, that's one thing that I've gotten over. Now it's just a few people that i know that i feel really bad and like i did something wrong if they inflict harm upon themselves. Off the top of my head Em, maybe Sinead but i don't see her or talk to her that often, and... probably you</span> Leah said. For her most 'dragons were just aquantences or subjects of her manipulation for blood. <span style='color:purple'>Local looney bin... I'm a little more familiar with the term 'Insane Asylum'. Although I don't see why they'd stick you there of all places. Azylums are not good for sane folks and yes you appear quite sane to me, a tad schitzophrenic at times, but that's normal these days i think. Yeah, but I remember my pshcologist, she put me on so many pills i was literally a walking pharmacy and i felt awful. So i stopped taking them and i was a manic depressive for a while, but i got over that after a century and i'm fine now so I don't know what they had in mind for me, whoever they were they're sure as hell dead now.</span> Leah looked around Korif's place of residence, it didn't quite seem like a home to her. She looked out the window of a brick wall at the people and averaged that it was about midnight, not even. <span style='color:purple'>Hey, you want to go somewhere? I don't have a place in mind, just where ever there isn't much of a crowd.</span>
<span style='color:red'>Sure. Let me just get myself sorted.</span> Korif got up and picked up the handgun from the sofa, before sitting down and unstrapping the sheath for his knife, tightening it around his right thigh. He had this habit of making sure his arsenal was within reach whenever he was leaving the safehouse. He knew it payed to be ready. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Gawd, uber-horrible writer's block.</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>Mhmm.</span> Leah nodded. She busied herself with putting various items from the inside lining of her thin jacket into the pockets of her jeans and then pulling up her hair in an elaborate bun. Throwing the coat over her arm, seeing as how it wasn't all that nessecary for her to wear it, she walked over behind where Korif was sitting. She bent over and ran a finger over the sheath of his knife. <span style='color:purple'>Very nice, although a little easy to see, no?</span> She asked teasing as she gave a cheeky smile. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>No problem</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Just so people can be aware that if they're going to try and mug me, they're going to end up gutted.</span> Korif gave a grim smirk and slid the clip out of the sidearm's handle. He reckoned he'd be fine with what was in there, but he picked up a spare clip anyway. <span style='color:red'>So, you thought of somewhere to go yet? Or did you already have somewhere in mind that you were just trying to cover up?</span> Korif grinned up at her. He had a feeling that she already knew where she wanted to go, but he decided to play along for the moment.
<span style='color:purple'>Well I did want to swing by my apartment for something that IÂ’ve been meaning to sell for ages, also maybe to change out of what IÂ’m wearing, but other than that nope.</span> She said plainly. Leah stood up and hooked her thumbs in the back pockets of her jeans. She rocked back and forth on her feet a bit before walking around the side of the couch. She waited until Korif finished arming himself before she tucked a few loose hairs behind her ears and turning to walk out of the building. Over her shoulder she called: <span style='color:purple'>IÂ’d keep up if I were you.</span> With that she stepped out between the stalls and turned the corner, but not before she lifted a small and ornate balisong from the stall to her left. She could already tell tonight was going to be a good night for trouble. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for taking so long to reply, had a busy week/weekend</td></tr></table>
Korif dashed after her. They were both quite agile, but Korif found himself occasionally having to press on a little harder to return to pace with her. The stallkeepers didn't seem to pay them much attention, preferring to keep their eye on potential customers. Korif had connections to about a third of the vendors in Bhim, which was definitely helpful, considering that this was the seedier end of the planet. He hated having to run this fast. He soon found himself quietly panting for breath, but still just able to keep beside Leah. This bloody apartment of hers best not be far off.[/color=red] he thought to himself. His legs hadn't seemed to take much of a liking to having to go so quickly, and caused Korif to trip over himself a number of times, only just quick enough to stop himself falling. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hehe. No worries.</td></tr></table>
Leah kept her pace until she reached the front of an upscale restaurant. She stopped there and turned to wait for Korif. <span style='color:purple'>I told you, to keep up!</span> She teased once he reached her. He did seem rather out of breath. <span style='color:purple'>Ah well, he could have asked me to slow down…</span> She took one of his hands and weaved through a throng of ‘dragons and let go when they reached a very quiet street. There were almost no lights and all of the buildings seemed decrepit and falling down. It was also rather quiet for this part of the world, almost like someone had soundproofed the place. Leah walked into one of the buildings and motioned for Korif to follow. Inside was quite the opposite of the outside façade. It was well-lit, clean and spacious. Leah walked up to the front desk where a skink was leaning over a stack of papers. <span style='color:purple'>Hey Walt, I think Em left some keys for me?</span> She said. Walt looked up and nodded. He handed Leah a pair of silver keys and went back to his work. She took them and walked back over to Korif and leading him to an elevator, he had appeared to stop breathing so hard, though he did look tired. Once in the elevator Leah punched in some buttons and waited for thirty seconds before taking the balisong out of her pocket. She flicked it open and ran the blade across the outside of her forearm before shutting it closed. She did the same all the way up her forearm, the cuts looking very weird indeed seeing as how no blood spilled from them. She stuck the butterfly knife back in her pocket and waited until the doors opened at the appropriate floor. She unlocked one of the doors and stepped in. <span style='color:purple'>Well this is it.</span>
Korif watched Leah make the cuts in her forearms, and was about to say something when the elevator stopped. He went inside and looked around. <span style='color:red'>Well, it's nicer than my place.</span> he smirked. Closing the door behind him, the Anuban simply leaned on it. He had this reflex that told him not to do anything in someone else's home unless told he could. He was still taking in how much better this room was than his run-down safehouse as a whole. He liked it in here. It had a better feel to it, but not as comfortable as he felt whenever he was within the secure 'confines' of the safehouse. With a sigh, his gaze seemed to drift down to his boots.
<span style='color:purple'>Well currently Em is paying the rent, she sells her stories and has a whole stash of degrees in sociopsycolinguistics, y'know the study of how 'dragons talk and think. I couldn't support this place, I do metal work and conning for a living.</span> Leah said. She went into the small kitchen area and opened the cabinet all the way over in the corner. She rifled through the contents before pulling down a clear bottle with the letters Rx in bold red type. She took out a knife from one of the drawers and tipping out some of the drakly colored powder from the bottle. She recapped it and stuck it back where it had been in the cabinet. She took out the Balisong and scraped neat lines onto the other knife and put it into the cuts she had just made on her arm. She she had finished she stuck the one knife in the sink and the balisong in her jacket again. <span style='color:purple'>Make yourself comfortable, all I -on behalf of a screaming and spitting mad Em- ask is that you don't touch the computer.</span> She siad leaning on the counter for a moment before moving out into the den area and sitting on the couch.
Korif chuckled. <span style='color:red'>This Em character seems quite the twitchy one.</span> he thought. He followed Leah through. <span style='color:red'>Hey, conning gets you places in life, though, right?</span> he shrugged as he sat down. He still couldn't believe how much better this place was compared to his. That said, almost anywhere was better than the safehouse. He rubbed his eyes, as the lights flicking by when they were coming down was playing havoc with his optics. The multicoloured fuzzy spots started to get a little disorientating, and Korif really didn't like it. His ear twitched and he looked at Leah, the effects of the journey subsiding. <span style='color:red'>It's doing it again...</span> he said with a mock seriousness. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry I haven't replied in a while. PC's been acting up =/</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>Sure conning gets you places. One of them being in the top 50 most wanted 'dragons in Bhim.</span> Leah joked, she wasn't on the list, but she may as well be for all the things she got called in for. Leah stepped out from the kitchen area and sat on the couch next to Korif one hand reaching up and extending a finger that softly traced the base of his ear. <span style='color:purple'>I still say it's kinda cute, fits you too. Not in a bad way or anything, it's just that you never seem to relax...</span> She trailed off. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for taking so long with such a short post, my comp died last sunday and i just got a new one. Sorry again.</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Well, y'know, Bhim isn't exactly a friendly place, is it? And you know I don't think the bloody twitch suits me, right?</span> Korif smirked, the base of his ear tingling a little. <span style='color:red'>Being in Bhim's most wanted gets you way more attention than you deserve. I can't walk down the street without being stared at, whispered of or just generally being on the receiving end of everyone else's paranoia. If more people saw you, it'd doubtlessly be the same.</span> Korif sighed. Even through all of the negativity, it was something of an entertaining little jaunt through life being hunted by the authorities.
Leah nodded, she saw Korif's point. She still thought that the twitch suited him -humanized him in a way- but it could also lead others to believe the same thing, and to be less than cold and unfeeling was death. <span style='color:purple'>I've got something that might help, although it is made for ehm... mutants of sorts and you need to cut yourself to take it. Well either that or drink some pretty nasty tasting orange juice.</span> She said, sniggering a bit afterwards. She got up and held up a finger as if to say "one minute" before walking down the hall and unlocking a door off to the side and disappearing from view.
Korif watched her walk off, and started thinking. <span style='color:red'>Maybe I shouldn't have complained about the twitch.</span> <span style='color:red'>Too late now, isn't it? She's already gone to throw together some... whatever the hell it is, to fix it!</span> <span style='color:red'>Yeah... hell...</span> Korif's ear flickered. He was certain that complaining wasn't a great idea, and now he was going to realise that. Still, he would've been able to douse the taste with something from the small metal flask he'd brought with him. He hoped.
Leah closed the door lightly behind her. She turned to the closet and pulled out a change of clothes before going over to a dark wood dresser. Easing open the top drawer she took a box out with intricatly laced silver inlayed in the wood. She changed her clothes and quickly braided her hair. She exited the room, box in hand. Fingering the chocker of silver, interlockin celtic knots at her neck she walked back over to the couch and set the box on the table. <span style='color:purple'>You obviously don't want anything for that twitch that I have around here, but if you want a snack or something feel free.</span> Leah said. Leaning over the box she worked at the metal until there was a faint click and it popped open. Inside laying on purple satin were four daggers. Three were carved in a similar style to the box while the other was only half done. She took out all of the daggers and lifted the satin cushion to reveal a small item that looked much like and ink well. She dipped a nail into it and then took up the fourth dagger and began to carve in designs, often reffering back to both the box and other daggers.
<span style='color:red'>Yeah, thanks.</span> Korif gave her a smile as he watched her work at the dagger. <span style='color:red'>Why do you do that? Honestly. Hobby or somethin'?</span> He quirked an eyebrow inquisitively as she carved the pattern in. It looked like a very delicate practice, especially since he could see small inner sections on some of the designs. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>>.< Writer's block again.</td></tr></table>
Leah shrugged. <span style='color:purple'>I guess you could call it a hobby, I only took it up because it takes 300 some years to finish a four set and the box... it passes the time in a nutshell. Besides I can get some good money for these.</span> She said, holding up one of the daggers. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Can't. Freaking. Think.</td></tr></table>
Korif took it and gave it a thorough looking-over. <span style='color:red'>I'll say. You've done quite well with these. The blade hasn't dulled any, and the designs are amazingly precise. No wonder these fetch a pretty penny, especially here.</span> He handed the dagger back with an impressed smile. Just another thing he had yet to find out about Leah, but he enjoyed discovering things.
Leah smiled and nodded in thanks. <span style='color:purple'>Thanks, I really haven't done anything, just figured out how to control that ink-like liquid in the bottom of the box.</span> She said, dipping her nail back into it. <span style='color:purple'>Just don't touch it, it hurts like hell, worse than acid or sunlight. Although the stuff your nails or talons or claws or whatever you want to call them is okay in the stuff. Another two things. I have no idea what it is and I stole it so i don't know who made or makes it, but whoever they are they're dead now.</span> She said, eyeing the dagger intently and putting in veins on a rose leaf.
<span style='color:red'>Oh... right...</span> Korif had now become a little unsure as to whether Leah bore much in the way of true skill crafting the symbols and the like on the blades. Still, it was definitely an alternate hobby to conning and murdering, but he preferred the latter. He looked out of the window. Getting lighter again. He looked up a little and spotted the roller blinds. They were made of a thick, black material, heavier than just cloth or leather. He didn't give it much thought, as he knew that Leah couldn't let much light escape into the flat.
