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*iris raises a eyebrow, intrigued now and watches aptly*


*Morgan notices the Sword Swallower and starts walking over*


*Dria smiles nervously*
Dria: No, I think I'm okay here. I've seen quite a few creatures already

*Daveth grins and takes a drink from his mug*
D: Now that's more like it.
*The rose rises above Iris and changes into a crescent moon*

*Sword swallower frowns*
SS: Where's the fun in that? I think you'd like it.

*Harador sighs*
There are benefits as well. Strength, speed, intelligence. But you'll find that out yourself.

*Morgan walks up, frowning angrily and places a hand on the man's shoulder*
Morgan: Is there a problem here?
*Glares at the man*
*Dria takes a step back*
Dria: Morgan, it's fine, don't worry.
*Seems more nervous now*


*Iris smiles*
Iris: Not bad Humani, not bad at all

*Rita sighs.*
Rita: Yeah... maybe you are right... but harming others.. never enjoying food again.
*She looks downcast.*
Rita: I'll... I'll never be able to go to heaven... Izriel can never show me her paradise.
*Grits teeth.*
Rita: I am destined to burn in hell. You know what that is like?

*Sword swallower turns around and frowns*
SS: Just chatting. Your friend here could be a great asset to the Watchman's loyal. We're always looking for more to join.

*Harador sighs*
I witnessed the Maker turn his back on his original creations for the mortals. He left us behind to create more... fitting designs. After that, I witnessed these same mortals ruin the Maker's paradise, the Golden City. Now, a demon turned me into its own kind. I already consider myself to be burning, Rita. I am just making sure the ones that caused this all burn with me.

*Morgan narrows his eyes*
Morgan: My sister is perfectly happy where she is. At least when she's not being bothered by drunk idiots. Now get out of my sight.
*Roughly shoves the man away*
*Dria looks relieved and nods to Morgan*
Dria: Thanks.. for not going overboard


*Gharn starts idly flipping though TV stations to try and distract himself *


Iris: What else can you do?

*Rita nods.*
Rita: Vengeance... Yes I would like that... but that isn't as important to me as Izy.
*She pushes past him, and starts heading towards the kitchen.*
Rita: I need to make some dinner for Gharn... more or less grab a hunk of meat. You are welcome to walk with me.

*marilania teleports down and heads put a side room dressed in a shortish skirt and t shirt with a light jacket *

Morning.
*waves*
*looks round taking in events*

(hmmm new people?)
...

*Sword swallower gets shoved backwards and then swings a fist at Morgan*

*The mage smiles and waves his hands again, causing the moon to start going through the various phases of the lunar cycle*

*Harador nods and follows after Rita*
How injured is Gharn? I haven't visited him.

*Iris is amused*
Iris: Oh very nice!
*Idly waves to Maril*
Iris: We have guests! Entertainers!


*Morgan takes a glancing blow to the shoulder and staggers a moment as Dria gasps*
Dria: Morgan don't-
*Too late, as Morgan turns and swings full force at the drunk man's jaw, his eyes cold*

Rita: He was doing better.. then he got his head scrambled.. ended up fighting Maiev.
*She ponders that for a moment as she walks.*
Rita: But he is recovering.
*Pulls her hood up as she sees all the new people, and keep her head low so no one can see her eyes or horn.*
Rita: Why are there so many people here...

*Sword swallower gets sent to the ground and immediately two entertainers draw crossbows on Morgan*
*Daveth looks up at the commotion and immediately his face darkens*
D: Hold.
*walks past the crossbowmen and stares down at the sword swallower*
D: I apologize on behalf of my associate.

*Harador looks over at the fight and smirks*
Mortals. For something that never changes, they can always surprise you.

*Morgan takes a ready stance and hints of a bright blue aura shimmer around his body with the smell of machine oil
Morgan: Try me Humani
Dria: Morgan please!
*She looks scared for him*
*Morgan straightens and nods to Daveth*
Morgan: He was being a donkey-cave.
*Still looks cold*
Morgan: Please make sure this doesn't happen again. I don't want to have to hurt anyone more seriously than I already have

*Rita rolls her eyes.*
Rita: Bunch of fething idiots with weapons from the stone ages...
*She keeps herself in shadow, and makes sure no one can see her face.*
Rita: Are you... not worried that they will... attack you?

*marilania*

Aye.. Rooms not been this lively for a while.
*watches kitchen*

Seems someone's making friends...

....

*yarl walks put and heads to kitchen*
(always insanity here)

*ignores things for now and looks for somthing particular in kitchen*

*Daveth nods and draws his maul*
D: He won't be troubling you again.
*drops the maul into the sword swallower's knee, shattering the bone*
D: On my honor to the Watchman.

*Harador shakes his head*
If they try, they will die.

*As if on cue, the mage stares directly at Harador and eyes him with suspicion*

*Morgan nods*
Morgan: Thank you.
*Dria gasps and claps her hands to her mouth at the knee bashing*
*Morgan raises his eyebrows*
Morgan: That seemed... excessive...

*Rita frowns at the brutal display of punishment, and sees the mage looking at Harador.*
Rita: Well one of them seems interested in you...
*Her hand silently finds it's way to her pistol.*
Rita: Great...

*yarl looks over at morgona nd Dira*

Something smells familiar.... Hello.

*shrugs to the man*
You must have a excess of men then...
*totaly calm*


...

*marilania watches from afar*
So.. Always gotta have some fighting...

*Daveth shrugs and gestures to the sword swallower*
D: Instead of aiming crossbows at our hosts, why don't you get him outside. That's a bad wound, he'll need an amputation, I expect.
*looks back up at Morgan as the two crossbowmen grab their compatriot*
D: He attacked you. I won't tolerate that.
*shrugs again and sheathes his maul*

*The mage tightens his grip on his staff and the fire floating above Iris dissappears*

*Harador nods*
So he does. Mages always did cause problems.
*sees Agmar and shakes his head*
They'll probably be too busy with the more obvious threat.

*Iris smiles, thanks the entertainers and goes to bed*


*Morgan nods*
Morgan: That's very... strict...
*Nods once more and makes a mental note not to cross this man if he can help it*
Morgan: Thank you, just be sure it doesn't happen again and we'll get along fine. Thank you for the performance as well, it was a lot of fun
*Smiles and puts a arm around Dria's shoulder*
Dria: Y-yes... thank you...
*Looks up at Morgan who gets the message*
Morgan: My sister and I shall retire for the evening, see you later.
*The twins go to their apartment, Dria talks with Morgan about Daveth worriedly before going to bed*
*Morgan stays up a bit longer pondering the man before going to bed himself*

*Rita growls at the mage.*
Rita: Great... well I am tempted in blasting the wiggly finger dude.
*Walks to the kitchen, and grabs a goats leg. Then walks back to Haradors side.*
Rita: Still looking at you?

*yarl looks over at the two and the mage and eyes flash ice blur for a spit second and feels somyhing off* before turning to look for something in kitchen*

(magics afoot... Something.... Dangerous...)

...

*marilania watches events and decides to get out way and heads off to gym for a quick work out *

*Daveth grins again*
D: Of course. It's what I do.
*finishes his glass and sits down on a couch*

*Harador eyes Agmar in return*
Doesn't matter, maybe they'll both kill each other.

*The mage watches Agmar and Harador while idly running a hand along the top of his staff. His thumb pricks along a small blade, drawing blood*

*Walks back out of the room, finally feeling better*

~

*Maiev silently holds Kara, and strokes the back of her head*
M: I'm sorry...

*Kara frowns at Maiev*
K: It's not your fault. D-don't say sorry.
*kisses Maiev again*

*Rita grits her teeth, and flashes her red eyes at the mage.*
Rita: I hate this place.
*She sighs, and looks at Harador.*
Rita: We should leave..

*Harador nods*
As you wish. Killing an entire group of mortals is not in my interest, anyway.

M: I'm still sorry...Want me to get you some food to eat, Kara?
*Returns the kiss quickly, then props herself up*e

*yarl smells the blood and stays alert*
(blood.... Somthibf afoot...)

*glances over before finding exactly what looking for, a certain spice for a excellent ale recipe*

*stays alert but calm and puts the spices into a pouch*