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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: Dyo, 81380 :: Early Evening
Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=875Siaka Mörder von Leben</a>
Wearing: Very worn jeans, black camisole under Jemdrull team jacket, sneakers.
<span style='color:red'>Warning: <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Mature Content</span></span></td></tr></table>


Siaka walked down one of the more rotten roads in the port. A small hand gun hung comfortably from her waist while a knife sheath was hidden on her back under her jacket. She jangled some of the coins in her pocket, as if daring someone to steal from her. It had been one of her better days, only one fight with a teacher and she had won enough rounds after classes to make a pretty penny off the bets taken.

She stopped at the edge of a part of a dock and hopped down onto a small strip of sandy beach littered with cigarette buts and empty bottles. She ducked her head and went under the wooden latts of the dock into a coffee house.

It was becoming more like a bar these days, she felt as the smell of smoke made her nose twitch. She sat at the counter, a tired look in her eyes.

<span style='color:white'>Spike some coffee will you, anything you've got, but vodka prefferably.</span> She said to the man behind the bar. He nodded and within a few minutes she had her drink. Leaving a few coins on the counter she turned with her drink and leaned against one of the walls, just watching.

 

Siaka walked back up to the bar, following the arden that had just walked in, and noting his aray of guns hanging from his belt. She sat down a seat away from him and made sure that her skeletal wing was on the far side.

<span style='color:white'>Cheers.</span> She grumbled, when the arden recieved his coffee.

She sipped her drink, the vodka warming her some, not that the Dyo weather was terribly cold. She tapped her foot on the strip of metal on the floor. The shelled talons making a tapping noise as she did so

<span style='color:white'>Long day, how 'bout you?</span> She asked.

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Siaka nodded her head.

<span style='color:white'>Nope, I'm a student... still. My dad's in the USR though, i swear he should have been dead by now, but oh well.</span> She said, shrugging.

She quickly drained the contents of her glass and shoved it at the bar tender, who was coming her way.

I see someone is doing well today. Either that or you didn't make enough off your rounds to pay for something stronger... eh Sia? The tender said, the drawl in his voice a bit irritating to her at the moment.

<span style='color:white'>Just give me a fucking asprin or something and I might come up with some more cash.</span> She said apathetically.

 

<span style='color:white'>My ma walked out on me and my dad when I was eight so psh.</span>

When the arden spoke coarsly Siaka rubbed her temple.

<span style='color:white'>Okay, Kri, this is... I don't know who this is but that doesn't matter. Who ever you are, this is Kri. My uncle, residential pain in the ass, and bar tender. Now could I get an asprin for christ's sake?</span> She said, wearily.

No problem, oh and that bird of yours... he's been pecking at the window for ages now, you mind if i let him in? Kri asked, setting another drink in front of Siaka.

<span style='color:white'>Go ahead.</span> She said.

She waited until Kri had disappeared before turning to the arden.

<span style='color:white'>If you don't mind me asking. Who are you?</span>

 

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<span style='color:white'>I'm Siaka, student at Notsalepua Academy, training for the USR-</span> She was cut off by what appeared to be a large burst of flames landing on her shoulder.

<span style='color:white'>Oh... and this is Veja. Don't ask where i picked him up because I have no idea.</span> She said, taking the asprin-like pill that Kri had set on the bar.

Veja made his way down her arm, his warm flames licking at her fur, but not singing it. He hopped up on the counter and bobbed his head a few times, observing Sarnus.

 

Siaka chuckled as Sarnus referred to Veja as "little guy" and then continued to do so as the Fenix made the flames around himself more violent and large.

<span style='color:white'>I've got something to drop off at a friend's place, but that can either wait or I can get Veja to fly over there for me. Otherwise I'll probably wind up in some alley in the middle of a fight, but that's just usual... although I might be going to a party if I'm allowed.</span> She said.

Siaka stretched her large wings, though at the same time weary of the skeletal one, and took a small pouch out of her pocket. She put it on the counter and the firey bird snatched it with his beak. He looked at her expectantly.

<span style='color:white'>Jaz.</span> She said, before shouting a warning to Kri as the bird took off.

 

Siaka picked up the slip of paper.

<span style='color:white'>Never.</span> She muttered after he had left.

She gave Kri a final nod before exiting and trekking to her flat. Once there she unlocked the door and flicked on a light. Before her was Jazlyn.

<span style='color:blue'>You know, if you were coming back here you didn't have to send the demon spawn.</span> The chocolate colored thill said coarsly.

<span style='color:white'>Quite Jaz, I have a party to get ready for.</span> She said with a wink.

Jaz, having momentarily forgotten about why she was annoyed, went over to Siaka's wardrobe. Seeing as she herself wasn't entitled to much of a display given her condition she enjoyed using her fashion sense on her friends.

<span style='color:blue'>Wear this.</span> She said, before leaving and walking down the hall to go and do whatever it was she did in her spare time.

Siaka looked at what Jazlyn had thrown together. It was pretty good. She put on the montage of the blood red tube top and black fishnet shirt over that and pulled on the short skirt and a pair off boots. She had to admit, Jaz was good for one thing.

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Feel free to time jump to the party</td></tr></table>

 

Siaka made her way up the walk way to where Sarnus was standing. She had left most of her stuff at the flat, only a knife or two in the heels of her boots.

<span style='color:white'>Well don't you look nice.</span> She said, running a digit under his muzzle.

She not only heard, but felt the loud music pounding from the inside of the rather large house. It sounded as though the party was already in full swing.

<span style='color:white'>Shall we go in?</span> She asked.

 

Siaka let a hand run down the length of Sarnus's arm and to his fingertips, going into the place with him in tow.

The stereo was going full blast and someone had set up some suave lighting. Tables, lamps and couches had been pushed out of the way, leaving a clearing on the wood floor. There were drinks on a table a ways off and several people were around.

<span style='color:white'>Do you dance?</span> She asked over the noise.

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Not at all, it's fine, but if maybe you could come up with a little more to post that would help, i'm running out of ideas.</td></tr></table>


Siaka returned Sarnus's look with one of her own that she had picked up after her many escapades. She threaded her way between several 'dragons until both she and Sarnus were amongst several other dancing pairs and it was hard to hear much over the music. She danced some before turning so that her back was close to his torso and a hand reached behind her and her fingers drummed down his side.