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[Vrases Claudt]

oy man, over here, got a good spot." walking over to a part of the bar that had a good view of the street and a good view of the door into the bar, one of his little habits that seemed to follow him as he continued on. sitting down, he tapped his finger on the bar, signaling the bartender that he wanted to grab a drink. The bartender, a cute petite blond, came over, and Vrases spoke; " ey love, can i get bush-mills?Oh, and im covering what he's drinking as well. thanks" pointing over to the daemon in his suit, he looked over at the girl and winked at her mischievously; he couldn't really help it. flirting with girls just seemed to come to him naturally and it always made his laugh at how they reacted often. looking over at the doors as they opened, Rae walked through wet from the rain, and he called out to her; "look who got over her bad self! come on over, we're just getting some drinks now. you two can order whatever you want; ive got the bill."

the bartender came over with his drink soon, a cup of bushmills liquor, one of his favorites. almost teasingly, she said " here you go babe, first ones on the house. cheers" and winked as she walked away. smiling to himself as he took a swig, he looked around the bar and took in everyone that was there; not much at this time, even though it was the middle of the afternoon. "eh, too bad, its a good place to be so far." he thought to himself. "so hows business been so far in England tyrant? going alright i would take it." he asked non-nonchalantly, and watched as the two of them looked through the menus for beer and food, something they probably both needed.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian watched the suited one finish talking to the female before turning and walking into the bar as well. However, his attention focused upon the female still standing outside. She looked... Broken. With the rain having matted her multi-colored hair down, and her light layer of make-up having run down her cheeks in long streak that bespoke of wear not just from the rain, she looked so fragile. Kyrian almost felt the need to go out to her and comfort her, to tell her that whatever was happening was alright... But, no. It was none of his business, and he shouldn't intrude of her matters. She was already over it and on her way towards the bar anyway.

So he turned his attention back to the dramatic, casually dressed man. He was flirting with a batender, but turned his attention back to the rainbow-haired female as she entered. Kyrian couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his loud, friendly nature. Though, there was something that had been bugging him.

The suited one looked slightly familiar. Kyrian felt as though he had seen that pale skin, ebony hair, and those luminous blue orbs before... Though on another man. Wanting to know more about this interesting triad, Kyrian kept his eyes on them as he manifested another apple out of thin air, having finished his first one already.

[Rae-Star Berii]

Rae had always been oblivious to the eyes that followed her, she was a pretty girl with a moon shaped face, bright, glowing chocolate eyes, and soft, slender curves that were dressed in porcelain skin. Her hair, of course, drew attention from all over and not often positive attention, but she was totally unaware of how pretty she was and why people where looking at her. So as she stepped into the bar, wet from the rain, her clothes sticking to her sweet hourglass hips and apple bust she had no idea that anyone was looking at her. Of course, Rae was still a little smattered with blood, which was probably another reason everyone was looking at her. She had killed tonight, tasted an inhumane lust for blood-spill and was wearing the trophies of her work (albeit it being smudged by the rain).

She followed to the table for a moment, but did not sit, stood there somewhat in a moment of utter confusion. This was surreal, this was strange and this evening was unsettling for the human girl as the moments replayed over and over in her mind. “Excuse me a moment.” She whispered, her voice barely auditable as she dropped her red leather jacket down onto a seat next to Vrases and slipped through the bar into the bathrooms.

There Rae undressed from her shirt, putting it into the skin and running the cold water onto it, letting the sink fill while she took a moment to stand under the hand-dryer. The warm air blew onto her skin, causing her to tingle all over with pins and needles. But it seemed to dry off the worst of her hair, which she ran her fingers through in the absence of a comb. Then Rae returned to the sink, stopped the water and looked at herself in the mirror as the blood touched water drained away.

Her chocolate eyes took in the bruises finally, the cut on her lip, the purple on her knuckles. She shouldn’t be out here, not in the open like this. Her hand came up and once more touched the back of her neck and Rae winced, quickly shuddering at the feel. Pulling her shirt out of the sink she screwed it up in a ball and passed into a cubicle. Rae lifted the lid off the back of one of the toilets and shoved her screwed up shirt inside it, replacing the lid.

Then she went back to the mirror.

Rae tore a length of material from the black skirt she wore, what had started as knee length quickly became thigh height (though her legs were masked with leggings and army grade boots). Taking a pin from her hair she wrapped the material about her slender torso, somewhat masking the thin, lithe frame that held her upright. She was something of a warrior, with well-placed muscles on her stomach and arms. The material quickly began to shape itself like a tube top and with a couple of quick knots here and there she made herself look all the more presentable, the curves of her slender shoulders out on pale display as she straightened, ran a hand through her rainbow hair and returned once more to the bar and back to her male companions.

If you forgot about the bruises for just a moment, Rae looked like a girl on a night out- a real party rock-chick.

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