Reflection in the Window (OPEN)

[echosofloneliness]

The streets of Aelindra seemed lively today. That was good the clutter of people was comforting. It was funny how being surrounded by noise and the abundance of people could make one feel so completely and passionately alone. It allowed Alderan time to think, for there were much on his mind that tugged on his subconscious to a audible annoyance.

I'm not alone...

For the longest time he felt as if he was. It only came natural seeings how he was still a baby of the Bataar Devil family and the moment of birth he only was allowed to share just a fracture of time to bask in his creators presence before being whisked away to carry out her divine order.

"Go... Learn..."

Those two words had driven the very motivation of his existence for all these years while the rest of his kind simply seem to vanish. He hadn't even seen another one of his kind until recently... Until she spoke to him... Until she touched the inner lobes of his mind with a connection he didn't even know he had the ability manipulate. Troubled mind indeed. The town was place to become weightless..

Alderan stood a good 6 foot 1 with short dark brown hair and an odd pair of piercing gray eyes, that could be dismissed as one who is blind or one who received damaged to the iris which caused the discoloration. The later grew more foundation of being closes to the fact, because of the large scar that ran from his forehead down through the eye and finally resting at his cheek bone, on the left side. He dressed himself well to mingle with the crowd outside of the comfort of his lab, in sleek black linen shirt and pants, his head covered with a black fedora.

Alderan navigated the streets with a familiar skill, until he came upon a spot by chance that sold alcohol... This was definitely one of those times that alcohol was well deserved, his mind was getting so heavy with thoughts that for a moment it felt as if he was dragging its weights along his ankles.

Justice... Have you abandoned me?

A question... No real answer...


"Yes, I'll have what ever you have thats strong and bring the whole damn bottle."

His mental fatigue pulled on his voice while speaking to the passing waitress; he found himself a seat at an open table within the bar to relieve that weight...

[Karasym]

Alviora, the waitress, nodded and went back behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of their most potent whiskey. The man she was serving was dressed in all black, carying a weary aura with him. He was tired, looking for a way to relieve himself from whatever pain or weariness he felt within himself. She could relate to him well. Her heart was often troubled, yerning to escape the town she was unfortunately stuck in. She had little gold, and her apartment was the cheapest one she could find. She had hopes to get enough to buy a passage on nest airship out of there, but she knew it wouldn't come any time soon. She was stuck watching people come and go, living their lives where she could not.

She brushed a loose strand of red hair out of her face, searching for the nest customer as she handed him the bottle. Subconsciously, her blue eyes examined the man. Something was off about him. He seemed... Not normal. She pushed her suspiscion aside and began to walk off back to the bar. She wished for once in her life someone would liberate her from this hell...

[echosofloneliness]

Scarlett...

Was the name of that devil that shared his blood. The only kin he had seen and yet still it wasn't with his own two eyes. Nothing more then an illusion of the thought that was provided substance with the connections of their two minds. Alderan's body gave a slight tense as the tips of his fingers rose to the side of his neck. The feel of Scarlett's fangs puncturing burned deep within his consciousness, though no visible mark showed. Of course not, why would there be? It was all a meeting within his mind.

A sigh...

She said to find her, where would he even begin to start looking? The waitress had returned to his view with the bottle and he removed his hand from his neck to place it on the table. The bottle was served and he wasted no time taking off the lid and pouring himself a glass. The liquid vanished and another was poured, it shared the same fate, by the fifth glass he finally took time to breath. Alderan never was one for heavy drinking, but when he did he found it to be useful. It cleared his thoughts and tunneled his vision so that he could focus one thought at a time. The only problem was it always made him easy to distract.

Alderan's gray tint eyes rolled to the corner were it saw the waitress stand waiting for her next customer and his mind began to wonder. It wasn't often he had seen a red head. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.

I wonder if shes a natural redhead.

What an interesting addition to his collection of subject she would make. The possibilities her body and DNA would unlock seemed almost to multiply at the instant of thought to adding her to the 'selves'. Not because she was redhead, but because she was a female. The complication he had ran into within the past experiments had been an ability all females seemed to naturally have, the creation of life. No matter how many bodies he seemed to be able to materialize the one major problem was that they never held life.

The grin grew into a sinister smile and he was soon reminded that he was suppose to be simulating with the public not, showing his true face. The whiskey was indeed good. He pour himself another glass and made sure it was cleared before standing lazily to his feet, the weights of his thoughts seemed to have been lifted and he regain his former light self. He pulled himself from the seat and the table leaving the bottle and walked over to the bar stopping close to where she stood, but made sure not to allow himself to look at her.


"This town is pretty dull."

He stated still his eyes focused forward as if he wasn't even talking to her, but it was obvious he was seeings how she was the closes one near him.


"Know where a guy like me can get a little excitement around here?"

The final words found his eyes to wonder over to her though his head remained forward as if he showed little interest in her, it added incitement to the pursuit.

[||Scarlett_Darkfire||]

He'd stared at her greedily, so consumed with his lust for her that he'd begun psychologically salivating at the mouth to get her within his reach, alone and unhindered. And she'd lusted after him as well; thirsty to the point of tears for his blood, his essence, his life force that pooled in the center of his chest to congregate at the core beating of his heart. Thus, for a few victorious indecent moments she allowed the mortal fool to bask in the delights of her skin as he ran his hand along the round of her thigh just before he breathed his last and his jugular ripped from his neck, severing the veins. A fountain of blood splashed the walls and doused her face in the bittersweetness of her sin.

...Leaving the hotel room proved far more easier than entering had as the doormen and security all figured she was now yet another accepted female entertainer amongst the politician's ranks. Whomever the man was that she'd just sent to an early grave, for she hadn't bothered to retrieve a name as none was offered and their clandestine meeting had been with an understood anonymous air of vain propriety. He'd been pompous in his bold maneuver's to capture her attentions as men of his caliber felt utterly entitled to the administrations of the female "services". Thus she'd responded with just as much vigor in her pursuit to satisfy her bloodlust. She'd murdered him, prettily then took care to re-arrange the room and dispose of the body all in an hour's time. We wouldn't want her first impression from her baby cousin to be sullied in blood stains and body parts, now would we? Her thoughts colliding into a simmering satisfaction that dangerously bordered the equivalent of joy. At last, she would meet the source of all this newfound power, born into secrecy and lost to ignorance.

A sober exchange was made as a teenage boy pocketed the key she'd slipped him and grinned conspiratorially before darting off down the steps and out of the door to the hotel. He'd be heading for the corner street bar adjacent to the upscale hotel she'd choosen. The heat of her target already rolling over her in waves as his signature was revealed to her as it had been for the past couple of hours. They'd need the privacy the deceased politician's room offered for there was much to be said and still more she'd be forced to leave unsaid for the time being. Remembering the taste of him brought a forefinger to her lips tracing the contour of their soft invite lightly as she turned to walk back down the hall towards room 203. She needed a smoke, she decided as trembling digits turn the doorknob. Cousin or not, the Alderan's whispered thought alone would one day be her undoing.

Addiction...oh how poignantly tragic.
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The boy entered the bar sauntering up to the one the woman had described to him. The woman, the boy thought restless, had a voice alone that he would gladly have died for if given the chance. A noble death just like his father and his father's father. He couldn't get the image of her face out of his mind nor the way her fingers had brushed his wrist when handing him the key he'd soon entrust to this...
The boy's thoughts froze as his footsteps brought him to stand before the towering mass of corrupted muscle before him. And what was worse once one got past the man's size was those haunting supernatural eyes the color of an angry storm cloud. "Scuse' me sir. I was told that this belongs to you and to deliver a message," he starts holding out a fisted hand that was readied to drop an object of exchange into the stranger's. He castes a glance at the red head waitress standing near him and offers a friendly nod. He was actually finding himself grateful that she was not the only person standing within close proximity of the man.

[echosofloneliness]

"Know where a guy like me can get a little excitement around here?"

Had there been seconds the words left his mouth, before he found the soft sound of a small human heart thumping behind him ever so closely, Alderan pretend not to notice. The speaking of the human turned his attention away from the waitress, a potential subject of his twisted desire for knowledge, to a fist in which the child offered him. With no words to be said, he gave the child a smile, fine he'll play along with this game. Alderan reached out his massive hand compared to the child and awaited the dropped key. As it fell from the air, his eyes locked, studied and the senses he buried for the sake of concentration reawakened. The key bounced only lightly, but were trapped by the closed fingers.

What was this feeling? He searched the key by extending his essence around the material, it was very faint, it was very familiar, it was very close. Alderan dropped the mask yet again. The inhuman gray eyes shifted about the bar popping from one body to next before it dropped to child. He said nothing to it, just glared, it was enough to make the child feel like he was ripping the very first few layers of skin from the muscles it clung to, his eyes spoke the words 'move' or better translated 'run now'.

The waitress lost her title of interest. The black shoes took him outside the bar, his essence which searched the key led him in the right direction. The key was held tight in a balled fist with enough pressure had he been human to tear to the bone. It was a wonder the key hadn't started to bend. The hotel was easy to 'feel' and that pressure hit him the moment he stepped into the building, it was enough that he held his breath.

Each bone section along his spine tingled with excitement from the activity above him. He didn't know what it was or who it was to be exact, though he did have a hint. The tarred blood within his body grew in temperature, pulling at the veins as if it wished to leave him, causing his head to rock back and eyes to burn holes in the ceiling as if he was looking at the source. Was this kin? Was all of this he was experiencing simply the product of being close to one of his own kind? Or was this some other creature!? Alderan was one for acting on his curiosity, more like being driven by his curiosity. It would take no time to get back to business and find an open portal to an elevator.

Feeling the right floor he stopped the elevator and exited, the creatures energy was every, overwhelming, toxic. He socked it within his pours finding it ever so familiar. Oh yes, he knew exactly who this feeling was. The velvet rug would find each of his steps slow, as he hounded the energy like it was scent until finally 203 found the level of his eyes.


"Damn..."


Alderan pushed the single word out as it was like an applauds, there was only one time he had experienced a rush like this and that was when he was laying in the arms of his Devil. Though this was different. He could clearly feel the difference between Devils. The key met its hole, click, click, click, perfect fit and twist... When the door open it was like another rush over energy that brought his tongue out to moist his lips with a certain sly of hunger. Without even needing have his eyes fall upon the form that summoned him he would speak.


"I suppose you got impatient and came to get another taste, huh?"

Alderan slid his words out in a snakes form of witty flirtation, as he finally entered the room. The key? Tossed, who cared where it ended up and the door, well it was shut silently behind him. A meeting between Baatar Devils was something he'd love to get use to.

[Karasym]

She felt slightly confused with the man. First, he asked where he could find some "excitement," then he disappears, completely losing interest in her. She had assumed it was her the man was talking to. It was of no importance to her, though. He didn't affect her job in any way, and he couldn't bring her any closer to leaving the city. She simply forgot what happened and continued with her work, pulling up on her shirt to avoid any unwanted attention her figure brought upon herself. That was another thing she didn't like about the job she had; the men who came in were mostly trash with no lives. It made her more self-conscious.

"Ano'er drink, mi' lass! I'll leave ye a be'er tip this time around, 'cause yer so pretty," one of the patrons called to her. He was polite, to say the least. She filled a pint and handed it to him, smiling slightly as she took the few gold coins he left on the bar. "What's yer name, lass?" He asked.

"Which one? real name, or name my friends give me?" She said, toying with the man.

"Which e'er one ye thinks is prettiest."

"Alviora. Satisfied?" She said with an attitude. She knew where this was going, and didn't have time for it.

"No need to be rude, lass," he said, placing a firm grip on her wrist.

"Let go!" She yelled, struggling to get loose. Her heart raced at the realization of how foolish she actually was. She knew never to trust anyone, but she did anyways, even if it was just a little. She hoped someone would at least have a decent heart and help her.

"I believe Ye need a lil discipline, so ye don't disrespect anyone else, whench," his true face was coming out; the face of a pirate. His friends and a few others around him chuckled darkly at her misfortune. Feeling it was the only thing she could do, she let out a high pitched scream that anyone near by could her. She hoped someone did.

[||Scarlett_Darkfire||]

"Don't act as though you didn't like it...for in tasting you, I exposed myself of which gave you the opportunity to sample some of my aura." She turned from the window, arms crossed and a lite cigarette between the V of her fingers as she took in another long drag while letting liquid silver chasms spill over his form. The door closed behind him leaving them to their own devices. Devices that now tugged at the very fabric of their chemistry to be fed. Her mouth watered forcing her to swallow before she starts again, business before pleasure. I've been known to be addictive to some and to others lethal. But in any case...I'm glad you came. And to answer you're curiosities, yes there are more of us however if and when they arrive are a totally different matter."

She gestures for him to have a seat then offers him a cigarette, still studying him ceremoniously. The way he moved, the way he smelled, the words he spoke. Yes, this one served a distinct purpose indeed, she concluded while slipping into a position on the couch. I suppose you want answers and background on our family history. Ask me what it is you wish to know and i'll answer to the best of my ability if you give me something in exchange?" Flickering the formulating ash from her cigarette into a glass ashtray on the end table beside the couch she leans back closing her eyes, crossing one long leg over the other at the knee and drapping an arm along the couch's back while exhaling the plume of white smoke that came in steady intervals with her inhales.

It was a dirty human habit that she rather enjoyed just as drinking and sexing had come to give her entertainment. Bloodshed was just a side effect to her true fiendish self thus she never left a 'party' without leaving a trail of bodies behind. A regrettable misfortune seeing as it put a damper on her efforts to blend in. A tactic she'd been successfully mastering for sometime now. Ever since the purge. A purge of family, and title, and position. She'd purposefully extricated herself from Queen, wife, mother and devil daughter to the Evros and Darkfire thrones alike. And why? Why would a woman so power hungry and yet fiercely loyal to her offspring and devil mate that had bestowed her with them, simply eradicate it all from her heart and soul?

It was simple really. It was a neccessary step to take in bringing her to her final goal. Killing her mortal father. The crimson Queen had almost entirely forgot about Alderan's presence there in the room with her until she heard movement and felt him shift. Returning her attentions back to her painfully handsome cousin, she grins slowly. This act accentuating already exotic features and pronouncing full inviting lips. Lips that had passed a number of insults, swears, and professions of love to the faint at heart. Lips that had told many lies, withheld a good number of truths and christened a number of necks in blood. "Do you accept?"

[echosofloneliness]

The soft sounds a the Devil's whimpers didn't fall to deft ears, though they may seem so, he didn't respond to her speak of opening herself up so that her aura could be sampled as she did his. He was a quick learner, but some things just had to be spelled out. The frosted shell of tension within his muscles melted as a fresh dew of calm touched his body as she mentioned their being more of them. An answer to a question not yet asked.

Hm... Maybe this woman was paying a lot more attention while she was within my mind then I realized.

There was sudden change in the atmosphere as his clouded gray aura formed a storm of curiosity, a curiosity that struck out sharp jolts of interest like waves of lighting that would ride up the womans crossed legs and would burn its presences across the valleys of her body before settling firmly on her flawless face. The way the creature had tangoed her tongue in loose seductions as it slip breath to give life to her words, Alderan came to a most promising deduction.

This woman could be fun to play with.

That very word 'Play', phrase such as it did could have went several different ways, but for a Baatar Devil, just as the definition of 'party' seemed to have its special meaning to the Crimson Seductress there clings a hidden meaning to Alderan's play.

I may just have to tread lightly

There was a rock as the Devil shifted in his place. A cigarette was refused with a simple shutting of his eyes and moving to another section of the room, where there was bar begging to be serviced. He took his leave, to the bar, a finger finding the inside of a glass with a firm hook and pulled it from its shelf placing it on the bar and filling it with the deep dark stain of scotch. This was his poison of the day. Taking hold of the glass he kept his distance at the bar leaning his back up against it so that she was still his main focus.

"Are you a card person, Ms. Scarlett?"

Completely off the subject, he decided to take hold of this meeting by his breath and her ears, finding the fact that this woman now wanted something in exchange for Knowledge. Yes indeed she was paying quite well the attention and knew how his brain operated in such short time of being within their link. How formidable. Knowledge was the one thing he valued over everything and now she was holding it at ransom. Though he asked a question of distraction he didn't give her much time to form a responds.

"You look like a woman of cards... A game of chance and possibility."

The Baatar Devil kept his focus on the woman as he rose the glass back up to his mouth parting his lips to allow the liquid to flow, he paused even longer to close his eyes and savor its taste. At the moment he was placed at a disadvantage. Alderan hated to be placed at a disadvantage, but it was something that was inevitable. A child had to grow.

"And at the moment it would seem your holding the large suit."

Alderan reopened his eyes to the woman and gave a slight nod as if accepting that terms had to be met.

"Fine I'll play this game of yours Scarlett.. What do you want in return for my questions asked?"

[||Scarlett_Darkfire||]

The enticement of full lips curve upward into a soft grin as lightening sharp eyes enjoy the artful physique of his profile while his back was turned to retrieve a glass from the bar. Scotch. How fitting of his persona that she was slowly coming to understand...at least the bits and pieces of it that had been revealed during the mind-maze of their first encounter. It was horrid, the pleasure that washed over her from his mere glance with the strong forward sweep of his gaze engraving a seering path down lush curves. There was a wicked cauldron of possibilities that had flickered across his occulars. Thoughts that she was dying to unlock. Oh the mysteries of this man and yet she chose to continue to simmer quietly in her jealousies of him. For he was the next generation of Darkfire and he didn't even seem to notice the differences. A few minutes spent basking in the vast universe of his mind had been all it had taken to supply her with enough ample evidence of his capabilities. Yes they shared the same blood, and yes she was just as strong and powerfully corrupt as he and yet there were elements to him that bespoke of so much more than just your average case of mortal transformed into devil. This both bothered and excited her. The way he seemed to devour knowledge, evolving at an ungodly rate that could both help and hinder him if this baator babe fell into the wrong company. ...Her company for instance.

She wets her lips determined to remain amicable of her newly discovered cousin. Afterall, he was more of an asset to her as a friend than as an arch enemy. Inevitably as she spread her legs to slide onto a wooden chair so that its backing pressed against her front, she takes another drag from the poison stick and continues. A few drops of virgin blood in that Scotch and you'll be tasting a bit of heaven." Sizing him up in a few added moments of silence she continues basking in the smokes invasive side effects; her muscles relaxing. "You make things. Create them rather by altering their genetics perhaps. Something along those lines. Some scenes of which I witnessed in your mind from the shop windows. So in this game...as you call it...you play God and create me a machine. A machine in the form of a man for it is imperative that the beast retain the ability to blend in with society and not appear threatening but at the same time...it must be able to transform upon will into a weapon that will kill upon command. It...or he rather...shall respond to no one else but me. It must be duplicate proof, meaning that if someone through black magics were to duplicate me he would know the difference."---her reasons were bullshit but he didn't know her so he wouldn't care and even if he cared, it wouldn't hinder him from the opportunity to put his abilities into action for a price.

"I am being hunted. This would be my means of protection. So my dearest, would you do your older cousin the honors of equipping me for combat?"She watched him through a veil of thick dark lashes as her eyelids fell to slits and her lips pulled on the cigarette nursing it for its contents. The wait for his reaction was glorious and the invisible string of attraction grew a molecule tighter.

[Akaru Vega]

A shadow passed by the window nearest the door to the Tavern. Heavy footfalls thudded along the wooden porch. A chill formed within the Tavern that blanketed everyone with a sense of discomfort and anxiety. When the door swung open the wind blew harshly inside. Papers of bounties and mising persons and randome news from across the land was ripped from the wall to be carried deeper inside by the wind. At the enterance now there could be seen a man, almost as tall as the six and a half foot tall door. His hair was white, long and wellkept. The features upon the man's face did not seem to match that of his hair as they were young and smooth with flawless qualities. His eyes gleemed a crimson glow as he scanned the room.

When the door swung shut, the man strode further inside and found an empty table out near the bar. Adjusting his long black jacket, he sat down and relaxed. Propping his feet upon the table top, right over left, he then leaned back in the chair putting its support on the two rear legs. He motioned for the waitress, a young vibrant girl who carried herself with a sense of dignity. She noticed him and made her way to his table. After ordering a bottle of wine he then told her to bring back two glasses aswell. He smiled to her as she walked away. Putting both hands behind his head he closed his eyes and remembered times long passed.

[echosofloneliness]

The Devil had made her offer and Alderan sat there still considering what was being placed before him. She saw a few of his experiments while being within his mind, that was more then apparent, it explained how she knew so much. There was a slight twitch that tugged at his brows that could be mistaken for annoyance. Though he rose the glass back up to his lips and finished off what was left. Turning back around he poured himself several more finger fulls.


"I myself have yet to find the pleasure in blood. So this, mi amor, is a bit of heaven."

He broke the silence of his thoughts, grabbing hold of the neck to the scotch bottle and pulling it off the counter with his glass. Alderan walked over to the couch and sat down placing the bottle of scotch to the end table next to him. After taking a few more drinks out of his glass he finally gave her his full attention.


"So you mean to tell me, that a breathtaking Devil as yourself can't scrape up a few humans to die for your beauty?"

He scrunched his face in a way that made it seem as if what he said sounded unbelievable. Alderan didn't care so much as to who was hunting her. He didn't know even if it was his place to do so being ignorant of the relationships between devils, what he did know was that she held information and for the time being she was the only one he knew he could get such information from. Her safety now held an importance.


"Now that sounds pretty unbelievable..."

Alderan continue in his teasing, pulling himself to a more stern posture he looked across at her.


"We are family that not even I can deny, so for that I will help you, but before I do. I want to know everything about our family.... Lets start with... Justice.. Where is my Devil?"

The way the woman's name left his lips was as if said hundreds of time, but the way he said Devil, was as the same as a human asking for God with a hint of being impatient.

[||Scarlett_Darkfire||]

Finishing the remainder of the cigarette she stubs it out on her palm watching it burn a simmering small circle into the flesh before the cellar structure of her skin begin to congeal and swell into a healed flawless surface once more. The burn entirely gone from her palm. Materializing on the couch adjacent him she spoke with a newly birthed irritation leaping within liquid eyes at his first question. It wasn't the question but the way he'd asked it, salivating at their Queen's name while delicately cupping her title with the word 'devil' as a man cups a woman's tit. His reference and naked loyalty revolted her."You'll soon come to find young Prince, that we can get whatever it is we want from the humans given the right influences and timing however, their emotions and fragile psyche's give way to complications with any human slave or seduced servicer. I want a subject who is immune to emotion and the desire thereof."

Like a shadow fluttering across the warm surface glow of a candle, another blood was sensed. Someone close and within reach. Akaru, she finally came to identify through the thick intense wall of Alderan's signature. Justice," she started, intentionally ignoring her devil brother's presence and closing her entire mind off to him. She'd need to hide her signature immediately within the next few seconds if she wanted to fall completely off the radar but for now she didn't have the means to so she simply breathed a hex upon their location. Any who entered room 203 would be instantaneously teleport them to an identical empty room. They were secure for now...but she needed to supply him answers and quick to guarantee his payment to her.
"How about I answer three questions now and three questions after my creature is created?" She was wisely cautious about giving him all that he wanted straight from the bat. No, games were meant for strategy, thus she took pains to construct this in striking a bargain. "Justice was last seen on a different plane of existance where our original Darkfire clan started. She spoke of having composed big plans for the future of our family. But it few of the strongest personalities arrived from her summons. I being one of the few. But our numbers were small and the small reunion brought disappointment, suspicion, and tempers that broke the group up even before Justice could deliver her plans to awaiting ears. No one has seen or heard from her sense like many of the original Paragonians who'd dwell there among us. But it is said and I know it to be true, that she is not lost and will soon return to the throne after a time."

[Akaru Vega]

When the waitress returned with the bottle of wine and two glasses, Akaru offered her to set with him. A tactic to make it seem he is not alone during his visit here. People tend to pay more attention to those who set in Taverns alone. The waitress accepted as if she had already considered his proposal before she had even returned. They sat there, drank wine and endulged in casual conversation for quite some time. " I wonder if that is Scarlett I sensed for a slight moment earlier." he thought to himself. Shrugging it off he continued in his conversation with this woman who turned out to be not so human herself.

It turned out that his dark haired waitress was a demon, enslaved to this Tavern and Inn untill her master perishes from old age. She also acted as his personal butler, which surprisingly in a different language ment demon. By this time they had already drank three bottles and halfway through the fourth. Although he was a Devil, Akaru allowed his body to feel the intoxication given by the Wine. It had been a long time since he allowed himself to feel this open, this free, this..... good. It brought back fond memories of a certain person and his facial features seemed to show it. The waitress nudged him and asked in a soft sweet voice. "Somebody on your mind?" her big brown eyes stared into his crimson hues. He smiled. " You could say that."

[echosofloneliness]

There was a slight jump in the side of Alderan's face that pulled into a smirk, as she burned the cigarette out on her hand. Was that the reaction to his slight teasing? Thoughts like those only made the annoyance of her using the information gathered while inside their link against him bearable. He wasn't quite use to it and didn't know how to defend himself at the time. Then she shows up it didn't seem like a coincidence she was in the same town. It wasn't often that he had created a project for others, though it was an easy enough job, it still seemed like a complete waste if he didn't get the information he wanted.

"Justice"

Then she spoke that name.. A name that held the power within his mind to pause his thoughts and line them up in settings of priority. The way she spoke of Justice was with such disdain, but to him there was no such way. The way it tickled across her tongue and burned the very air around it. The woman was one of those missing keys.. That link that pulled everything to a silent peace... Alderan may have been new to their blood, but not even he could deny the friction within the atmosphere that tugged at the cells of his blood. It was obvious she felt it as well, the shift between spaces was rather easy to feel as it rippled about his skin and placed around the room. It was a defense.

Oh? Who was that, my little Devil, that you are trying to hide from?

As she continued, the terms of six questions tugged a bit at that smirk, it failed to uphold the glory that once sparked at the temperature of the room, instead it was a bit dull. In fact the more she spoke the more his expression seemed a bit plastic. It wasn't by the cause of anything she said more or less because his mind had began to fill in the blanks that followed her story giving him now a direction to focus on. Paragon...

Hm I suppose that was a start but why so stingy? What is it you don't want me to find out?

Alderan's glass followed a familiar rail to his lips and the liquid was extinguished immediately. Turning around to refill the glass he took a moment allowed her words to sink as well as her hex to deepen within the walls of the room.


"One question and a mindlink after you get your toy..."

The terms of their arrangement seemed like he was getting the shit end of the stick and an adjustment had to be made. If they were bargaining for information it made more sense to him to get what he could from the source to save him from making another deal with this Devil. Though before there was time for her to consider the new arrangements he broke in with his question.


"Who was that?"

[||Scarlett_Darkfire||]

The walls of the hex came crashing down and a disturbed look passed across her flawless features. After collecting her composure she shifts her gaze from him to stare at the tightly drawn curtains of the room's window allowing for several moments of silence thicken between them. "Would you like to meet him?"she asks finally. Reaching out with her mind she strokes the inner fabrics of Akaru's ,awakening him to her presence and if he so desired her location. He was near, engaged with another at the moment, and seemingly for pleasure and not for business. What had caused the sudden change in her tempermant one might ask? Perhaps it was the shift of tides in their conversation. He maturing enough to have sensed her played hand in the matter concerning his involvement.

Being careful to neither agree nor disagree with his new grounds for bargain she maneuvers herself off the couch smoothly and walks over to the bar to retrieve a glass for herself. Filling its content until satisfied she takes care to swirl the liquid airing the preserved wine out while tracing the rim of the wine glass with her forefinger. "Or better yet...perhaps you would like to meet your Devil's daughter while we're at it..." The loud pensive signatures of both the devil soul mates gnawed her nerves til they were raw. If Destiny was alive then so was her mother....Justice. Somewhere. Existing.

"Ill arrange for you to meet them free of charge." the game had changed as her actions were undecipherable, intentions unreadable, some of which were new even to her. She needed a cigarette.

[Akaru Vega]

A toast was made at the closing of something that was said between Akaru and the young waitress. They smiled and laughed like old friends while holding in-depth conversations. In just a few short hours he got to know her more than he did many of his own siblings. That was sad, but true.

"Well Rizura, I'm sure that everything will work itself out just fine. Your master will die of old age soon and you will have your freedom."

The glass was lifted to his lips again as he took another drink. At this time he felt a tinge within his mind. A link that opened up with Scarlett's slender fingers teasing around with free roam. That is until Akaru should shut her out and block her from his mental apathy, should he choose to do so that is. "So that was Scarlett moments ago that I sensed. And who is this other that I felt as well?" He asked in separated thought, blocked from any and all prying minds.

"Hm.. It seems I must take my leave now Rizura. Feel free to visit me at my Castle in the mountains."

The girl nodded and smiled to him as they made one last toast before he would call it an evening. He bowed his head, turned and walked out of the Tavern to vanish into the night. He knew that Scarlett would smother out trying to figure out where he was heading to. It was home where he was going, and she was welcome to bring her new friend if she so chose to follow him. As he exited the door the girls voice could be heard.

"Akaru.. You left your jacket."

He stopped and smiled in embarrassment to himself. Turning around he almost made it back through the door when she popped out with his leather jacket in hand. Smiling ear to ear, she handed it to him, winked at him and wished good travels and a good night.

"Goodnight Rizura. I'll be back for more of that Wine next week."

A gust of wind blew, bringing a barrage of leaves and dust. As it all passed by and came to an end, Akaru was gone as if filtered into the debris and whisked away by the wind.


[exit Akaru to Castle Darkfire]

[echosofloneliness]

The hex fell like glass hitting the floor and he could feel the room returning to its normality as it shattered. The presence which pressured outside the building seemed to have more accessibility to their location now. Alderan watched the facial expression of Scarlett as she sat there for a moment before responding just to see if her face revealed what was trapped in her deep thoughts. She had to consider what she was saying. She was treading lightly now.

Interesting... Him? So I have a brother of blood... I wonder if he is as entertaining as this one.

There was a brief shuffle vibrating the scene the moment she stood up to go to the bar. Alderan had shifted to grab the neck of the scotch and pour himself a drink as well. The words that passed was one that sent his senses into a slight chaos from the possibility.

The daughter of Justice!? This day just keeps getting better.

The many doors of opportunity rattled the brain of Alderan; all made possible by the meeting of one woman. Scarlett, she was proving to be more useful then just a average business acquaintance. Though it did pull questionable thoughts as to why it was so sudden that his kin had come into light of his path after so long spent underneath the radar. It was almost as if it was planned. What was the Devil Queen's plan? Was she pulling strings behind the scene? From what Scarlett spoke Justice had a big plan for the future of the Darkfire Family..

So what is my role in your plan?


"Free of charge, huh? Well how could I deny something when its so gracefully offered?"

I suppose I should be asking what is it you are planning, little red devil..?

Alderan knew for a fact that nothing was considered free, so his mind began to wonder on the fact. Scarlett was a beautiful woman indeed, but Alderan immediately began to recognized that her greatest trait may not have been her beauty, but the ability to manipulate the outcome of a situation to fit her needs. That hunch about treading lightly in her path slowly pulled its way to the surface. After pull himself to a stand he glided across the room with a destination in set. His feet brought him to a stop in front of Scarlett with enough distance that her claws couldn't reach him. Force of habit. Curious but cautious.


"I suppose a toast wouldn't be out of the question. A meeting between long lost relatives."

Though his soft smile was genuine pleased with the out come of this meeting his eyes told a different story. It was watchful as if an observer eavesdropping on a conversation that was private. The glass of scotch rose and tailed to the man's lips taking a large gulp of his drink, but wasn't swallowed. The pressure from outside had vanished. He could feel the vast empty void that was left behind and it brought his eyes to the very window that momentarily caught Scarlett's attention..

Where are you going, dear brother, where are you going?

Gulps...

[Nasurate]

(ooc: Hello! I saw this thread was open, buuuut I'd just like to make sure I'm okay to enter. >.> And maybe get a few tips on how to integrate my character (where the action is, that sorta thing.) It'll be my first time RPing on Valucre, so I'm just being cautious.)