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    While one had departed for reasons unknown, or maybe a little known, the skirt's path would be block two that rose from a nearby table. At first whiff, those two were daemon as well, with one of the two being a pure blood.

    Damn, just who was this skirt to piss off one of them?

    Both had the look of slavers, big and ugly, the pure blood remained silent while the half breed stared down at her ... "We don't want your kind here, weaver. Go somewhere else. Now." Khaleb smirked at the less than subtle hint, until he drew a weapon. The pure blood was watching the skirt really carefully, as were some other of the patrons, some daemon, some just too curious for their own good.

    The other Sheila at the bar didn't seemed too concerned, while the guy she had been talking to, seemed a bit conflicted as to what to do. Khaleb was also a good at reading body language. This was going to get messy real fast, especially when a few of the patrons were giving the tender a look to the point that he was taking an unofficial break ...

    Just as the tender was heading out, he'd get shoved aside as the one that left had returned ... With a associates. Guess he had friends in low places ... Now this really had Khaleb's attention.

    Who was this skirt???

    Oh well, sitting around playing a voyeur was getting him nowhere, expected bored. Pressing his weight against the chair while pushing away from the table caused a loud creaking like noise against the wooden floor, as Khaleb stood up. A tiny grin still lingered on his face as he walked right up to the small gathering, right up to the silent pure blood, and the two just exchanged stares.

    The pure blood would soon frown while at the same time Khaleb's grin would grow. The pure blood would say something to the others in his own dialect, which caused the them to return to their tables, while not too happy about it.

    All but one.

    "No!! We do not back down to flesh wearers!!! She is an abomination!!! For the legacy of Christ!!"

    The half breed had summoned a blood blade, with the intent of embedding it deep inside the gypsy's heart as he charged the her.

    No other made no move to stop him, nor get involved ...


    As for Khaleb, he was feeling a bit parched again, so with his good deed done, he'd help himself behind the bar ...

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    "Ila Mora."

    A whisper as she stood in the center of the tavern. Sighing quietly to herself as all she had wanted was a drink. Lips pursed together as fingers twisted into the ribbons at her throat in a seemingly nervous gesture.

    "Bey... get ou' o' here." A murmur to the raven at her shoulder who cawed loudly and took flight only to alight on the shoulder of the sea faring man at the bar.

    She watched the blackbird take flight before her vision was blocked by the Daemons. The scar on her neck where she had been marked when just a child blazed to life. She was ready to react until then there was that strange man standing at her side... and just with a look had two of the Daemon's stepping away.

    Brows pinched together when he left her side as the Daemon charged her with the blood blade. That magic lashed out in her like a whip within her soul and caused reaction. Fight or flight...and the gypsy was tired of running.

    Those ribbons stirred of their own accord like a whirlwind had gathered, leaving all untouched save for the gypsy.

    "An abomination?!?" Eyes flashed even as energy the color of poison and peridot and spring grass licked and blazed across her flesh. The spirit magic sang in her veins even as a simple nudge had the death magic bleeding through her energy in hematite stained threads.

    Certainly this might gain more attention from Christian Christ but she did not care. That power focused in what seemed like hours to her but was only a fabric of seconds, right before that blade was close enough to pierce flesh it was ensnared in the ribbons even as a subtle motion of hand had the half-breed's blade wielding limb severed and landing on the floor.

    "Ah ge where ah please."

    Eyes blazed as fingers clenched before she closed her eyes and withdrew her powers. One more glance over shoulder. Anyone else?

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    Insides as clothing. She had heard that far too often. Fingers clenched threatening to bring forth the magic that would take his beating heart out of his very body and crush it. Head tilt as the gypsy gave him an impassive regard of those eyes that could melt the heart or steal the soul depending on the mood of the gypsy.

    She was just about to point out the Daemon was a half-breed and with one touch he easily could have been hers to control.

    But then he burst into black flame and she inwardly shuddered even as she took a step back. Those night emeralds turned to consider the Daemons as they left, turning a quick circle about her.

    The wary eyed man that sat beside Tiger was regarded before his expression had her sighing quietly. Memories could deceive.

    She held up her wrist in offering and the raven took flight again to land upon the offered wrist. A caw of question but the gypsy only shook her head.

    Outcast. This was something Rona never expected to be... and now what she was...what she had become...what she was forced to be...had damned her.

    Jaw tightened as her expression was as unreadable and elusive as could be even as she turned on her heel and headed out the door. She needed air before she lost it, before she was sobbing like a child... sobbing like a woman who had lost her love and her soul.

    Which was just what Rona believed she had lost

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    <font color="green"> "That it is. She's been through a lot."

    She gave the raven that alighted on the seafarer's shoulder a light nod and a two fingered salute in greeting. The bird deserved respect especially when Tiger could understand it's thoughts.

    A quirk of lips as she knew the bird was about to pluck out eyes just for the glances offered to his bonded gypsy.

    A light shrug as she cast a bemused glance to the man as the bird took flight. Sighing inwardly as the gypsy exited the room.

    If only they bloody well knew the anguish that the gypsy endured for being what she was. How the little Spirit Dancer would beat herself up emotionally every single evening. Even though Rona never said a word about it... Tiger knew that the gypsy blamed herself for Keun's disappearance.

    A dip of brows as she moved to find her glass of libation once more. A low thoughtful growl as she shook her head.

    She could only hope that this wouldn't cause the gypsy to relapse into that near catatonic muteness that once had claimed her spirit. Gods be praised that such wouldn't happen </font>

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    Magical fires and blood blades. Khaleb had a look of expression on his face. He hated the arts, light, dark, or neutral. Battles were to won with strength, steel, and the combined might of both, not with some wiggling of fingers and stupid chants.

    That was his personal opinion and he was sticking with it.

    With a look of boredom, Khaleb watched as the mojo was being weaved, with the half breed losing his hand at the wrist. By the look the skirt had on her face, she was ready to finish what he started until the pure blood finished it for her.

    Another nod/look passed between the two men, and he took his brood and exited.

    "Well, wasn't that anti climactic." With a low grunt, Khaleb was coming back from around the bar with the bottles he found suitable, when the skirt turned and bolted. See? Magic and emotions. In a skirt, never a good combination.

    Another bland look given at the raven that was allowed to just fly about, it liked the one stranger at the bar well enough. To Khaleb, birds like that were best served with a nice red sauce.

    Quote the warrior, nevermore.

    Having gotten a nice eye full of the woman that seem uninterested about what just happened, Khaleb checked her out with a smirk, before returning to his table. Dammit. His mark had tucked tail while all that magic mojo was going on.

    The first bottle was downed in record time, the second would be left as he wiped his mouth, before cutting loose with a hearty belch. A smirk given to both the man and woman, before Khaleb was out the door ... That little melee, as boring as it was, gave him a small rush. He even got a nice souvenir from it all, which would fetch him a bonus.

    A blood blade, slightly scorched.

    At least he knew who the other assassin was now, how ironic that he would have never pegged the skirt. Then again it's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

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    "Bey... get ou' o' here." A murmur to the raven at her shoulder who cawed loudly and took flight only to alight on the shoulder of the sea faring man at the bar.

    Jared was about to get involved, when a larger man walked right into the middle of it all, staring down one of the slavers. To make things more interesting, was that a raven was now perched upon his shoulder. He was looking past them all, checking out the door of the tavern, expecting Argus, Chance, hell even Briar or Patch to come walking through next.

    That battle cry *Legacy of Christ* had him reaching for the bottle of Rum. Those that were not directly involved, took the route of the tender, making a hasty retreat, while your select few stayed out of curiosity ...

    The melee was short lived, the attacker had a nasty wound ... No, he lost his hand!! The pure blood stared hard at the gypsy, seemingly not very impressed with the little display shown, those that were sitting at the tables were rising once again, only to gather their belongings and take their leave, turning their back on the one that attacked her ...

    Guilt by association ... Jared felt himself being drawn into something once again .... This was going to be the death of him one day, as he glanced at the raven.

    The attacker wasn't done yet ... Eyes of crimson flashed, the human shell was being discarded, his true nature peeling through like a snake slogging off it's skin ... "Abomination!!! I will wear your insides as a trophy!!"

    The outcome of round two may have been in doubt if not for the leader of the slavers making a gesture which caused the former associate to burst into ebony flames, his/it's screams nearly shattering anything made of glass inside the tavern, until he/it was nothing more than dust ...

    Jared noticed the stare between the two once again, no words spoken, only a shared nod, before the slaver took leave with his group. (m) "Th' calm before th' storm. Tis how it always starts...." Shaking his head. One day back in Rhydin ...

    Rhy'din.

    Whatever.

    Jared was casting a semi wary look at the Gypsy woman, for where there was smoke, fire wasn't too far behind. Or maybe fire was already there, his gaze shifting over to the one that had been sitting next to him.

    (m) "Goin' t'assume dat be yer friend?"

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    <font color="green"> A lift of brow as Tiger shook her head, sighing quietly even as she watched the man that had come to Rona's "rescue" Hah like that was feasible. Ignorant useless piece of male that over muscled one was. Staring people down. Ooh scary.

    A snort as she contemplated going after the gypsy or giving her time. Eh. Probably best to give the girl some time to recover.

    "Lovely. The fun never stops."

    Dry as that purring voice trembled into a growl of laughter. Bemused as ever. That was Tiger's way. Why take anything serious? </font>

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    Jared frowned, after the events inside the tavern had played themselves out, with some of the patrons now returning. He had thought that the whole Crystal of making, the book of the dead thing was just about him, Argus and the others. It never dawned upon him that Christian could have had other scheme going on.

    (m) "And I'm supposed to be a bloody pirate, an' come off thinkin' like a short sighted land lover!!" Finishing his Rum, he would excuse himself from the other woman that had been sitting beside him.

    Jared was headed out the door, not to follow the large mercenary, but to check on the gypsy. If she had encountered Christian, then perhaps being able to share that experience might help, knowing that she wasn't the only one.

    Jared Van Rico, ever the boy scout.

    She wasn't hard to find, how many other woman were there about with a raven ? He made sure to clear his throat to announce his presence, offering a nice sized green apple. Even if it was refused, it was always a good ice breaker. "Ye goin' to be alright, miss??"

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    "Ah will be fine. Mora thanks." A murmur. He did not catch her unguarded. Hands smoothed down the muzzle of her stallion, ShadowVeil. Murmur in her native tongue to soothe the wary beast before she turned to face the pirate.

    Once again there was that sense of deja vu. Night emerald eyes squinted at him as her lips twisted in a frown even as the offered apple was taken.

    "Ah have almos' considered becomin' ah hermit. Anemore...dis be what happens often."

    A quiet sigh as she gnawed into the apple. Considering the man that had stood at her side and then walked off to leave her to her death. Her eyes narrowed warily. A step back even as her raven nuzzled her throat affectionately.

    She wondered of this pirate's intentions. Bey seemed not to concerned but none the less for one that wasn't warding himself like she was the spawn of the devil she had to be cautious.

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    "Ah have almos' considered becomin' ah hermit. Anemore...dis be what happens often."

    Jared reached into his satchel as the young woman spoke, pulling out another apple for himself, which was usually par for the course after consuming several drinks ... A small smile remained on his face, pausing just long enough to take a healthy bite from it before responding ...

    "The life of o' hermit isn't what it's cracked up t'be. Tried it myself once." Which he did following the whole book of the dead/crystal of making, but that was how they say, another story for another time.

    Jared noted the step taken back, as well the look of slight suspicion in her eyes, which he understood all too well. "Then let me do this the right way. I am Jared van Rico, and I would be tryin' t'insult ye intelligence by not sayin' I didn't see wha' happened back in there. Ye be havin' trouble wit' those associated wit' Christian, then I may be o' some assistance t'ye."

    That was the thing with Jared which if one thought about it, was pure irony. He was from a generation of pirates, yet he had a heart of gold. He was one that always believed in the fates, and it was no mere coincidence that he crossed paths with the gypsy, for past experiences had taught him well to note the less than subtle signs.

    He did not look upon her like a fore mentioned abomination, or anything of the sort. She was simply a person that looked like they needed a friendly ear, his stance/posture/mannerism spoke as such. Yes, he was quite the throwback in such fundom times.

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