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"Please, I really shouldn't-" the rogue was rudely interrupted by pale yellow liquid being forced into his mouth. He didn't try to resist this time. The drink had caused his limbs to go jelly. When the drink was brought away from his face, his eyes glinted.

"P-Port Caelum... Whazzat?" his usually composed demeanor could only be compromised by one thing. Alcohol.

"Aah, Port Caelum! Its where little ole me goes to make myself a rich man," all traces of restraint had completely left his face.

"Doing a hired job which I've been at for a long time now, almost a full month at it," he chuckled, "If I pull off a few tricks at this 'Port Caelum', I'll make myself enough to feed the next five generations of kids that I'd have." He coughed into his palm, "Of course, only if I wanted to have any." He winked at her. He was getting carried away. His mind drifted. He thought of the hooded figure with the disfigured hand. Much like Varina's except for shorter fingers, less sharp, more elven.

Aah, the job prospects. The money he would make. He wouldn't have to steal ever again. He wouldn't have to rely on anyone ever again. He could buy himself an armada of hot air balloons to escort him to a land far far away, where nobody would see him ever again.

And almost immediately, he panicked. Had he spoken too much? He didn't know. He began to try to leave, but soon realized that his legs wouldn't obey him. The drink may not have completely taken over his brain, but it certainly had his body. He gave Varina a painful grin, "I'm sorry, I've spoken too much. I should really stop." But even then, painful desires began to creep their way through his mind. No. He had a mission to complete. Yes. Alcohol and pretty ladies. His mind spun about, unable to dictate which direction he wanted to head in.

Alas, the Legendary Rogue fell not victim to a man, a woman, but rather, a drink.

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The Nøkken was in a terrible mood, even at the best of times. She was always on her guard, always ready for a fight, and yet, tonight, the ancient water spirit's pale face was calm and collected - downright, cheerful, for her. She also seemed to have forgone her usual armour, dressed in a sensible, free-moving dark blue tunic, warm leather pants and fur-lined boots. Winter clothes from a winter land, it seemed. Her only decoration showed itself in the twisted metal armband that wrapped itself around her upper right arm, and the only indication of her warrior prowess lay in her carriage and the steel she bore on her kidney belt and baldric.

An elegant swept-hilt rapier and its sister parrying dagger, and a vicious-looking sword breaker.

She was relatively small, especially in this modern day and age - standing at only 5'2", with thin, wiry limbs and black hip-length hair so deep it seemed blue in the sunlight. Her amber eyes brought light to her face, and would have made her rather pretty, had the pupils not been slitted. The other feature that stamped out any real femininity was her tattoo, comprised of glyphs in a dead language which scrawled in a harsh cascade from her left temple around the eye, down her cheek and throat to her shoulder, all the way to the fingertips of her left hand.

Her boots carried her in perfect silence through the doorway of the famed Tavern of Legend, and she slid through the crowds of patrons and adventurers without so much as a single glance upwards, arriving at the far wall and taking the opportunity to scramble gracefully up into the lowest rafters. She didn't bother navigating her way to a table, just walked out on a beam and sat, swinging her legs in the empty air as she watched the Tavern's world turn. So many people, so many smiling faces, and many more serious ones.

She had visited this place once, many years ago. It seemed that one didn't have to be immortal to be frozen in time.

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Varina had to hide her laughter behind her hand, disguising it as a series of coughs, as Isaiah tried and failed to get up. After a moment she regained her composure, although a silly smile was still plastered on her face at how drunk he had managed to get so quickly. The liquor in here must have magically enhanced potency or something, she thought, as Varina herself was feeling it quite a bit as well, which was also unusually fast by her standards. Of course, all she was feeling was a bit giddy and happy, nowhere near the levels of incapacitation that her partner was putting on display. She almost felt bad for him..... almost! One more, she decided, then she'd release him from this. Didn't want to make the poor guy puke everywhere, after all. It wasn't enough to make up for her ruined cloak, but it would have to do. Although.....

"What do you mean, don't wanna have kids? Don'cha like girls?" Varina asked him as the bartender went to get their third round. Now she wrapped her near arm fully around Isaiah's side and leaned in close to his face, dropping her voice a bit and taking on a more serious manner. The girl was no master of seduction, but hopefully the alcohol would help her out here. If she could get in on a score that big..... well, that would make up for a simple cloak a hundred times over! "So what exactly is it you're gonna be doing? That'll have so much money with it? Huh? C'mon, you can tell me. One thief to another, right? Who knows, maybe I could..... help you out?"

The third pair of shotglasses arrived, this time filled with a teal blue liquid that shimmered slightly. There were few things that Varina knew better than alcohol, and so she had chosen this next drink rather carefully. "Bedroom Blue" was its common name: It was liquor mixed with a powerful aphrodisiac, popular among honeymooning couples. Varina picked up one of the shots and brought it slowly to Isaiah's lips, encouraging him to drink. If he got this stuff in him, she felt sure she'd be irresistible to him, even with her near-complete lack of personal charm.

"Last one, I promise..... bottoms up!"

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The tavern was an interesting spectacle for Taeru to join. Creatures of all kinds admired the bar. Most were there to have fun and be entertained while Taeru resisted such urges. Her young skin was not fit for such unnecessary debauchery. She had a very calm tone about her. One that unfortunately brought mystery to her regardless of whether or not she wanted it. Purple eyes gazed into her cup of tea as she slowly brought it to her pink lips to sip. Taeru's long sleeves lifted as her hands rose, revealing pale skin that looked terribly unhealthy. Taeru's short black hair evenly stopped just above her shoulders. The light pink kimono she wore had elegant patterns along the small curves of her chest and down to her bare feet which dangled just above the floor.

Taeru set her cup of tea down as the steaming hot cup was now cool to the touch. She stared at the empty seats next to her in a silent gaze.

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The giddiness that he felt was overwhelming. Time began to fracture itself. Isaiah no longer registered each second as a piece of time, but rather small fragments, almost like images. He was slowly losing the ability to process actions. And suddenly, the girl had her arm wrapped around his side. He felt a rather odd sensation pulsing through his body.

Lust. Desire.

And she spoke. Of words that he couldn't compute. Something about money. And there was a blue... A blue...? A blue cone in his face. Suddenly, he felt a warm feeling in his throat. The blue cone began to turn transparent. Funny. But deep down, at the back of his mind, there was a nagging thought. An unholy presence, telling him to snap out of it. In his mind, a gnarled claw reached for the innards of his brain, and suddenly, he was granted a single second of clarity. He had one needle.

He couldn't risk telling this woman anything. It would jeopardize his mission, and everything that he'd worked for in the last half a year of his life. Even his life would be at risk. He knew that this moment of clarity would only last so long. Although small in dosage, the potent serum would come with unpleasant side effects. But he could worry about those later. Without further hesitation, he jabbed himself, injecting a powerful sleep serum that knocked him clean out almost instantly. His head lulled over Varina's shoulder. 

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A loud, disrupting sip rang throughout the bar, and it was enough for some to look over with a stern face. The milk he was drinking was absolutely divine, taking more time to savor this moment. Feng and Circe had been relaxing at this bar for way too long, tipping the bartender in exchange for not getting themselves kicked out. 

His companion glanced at him with an arched eyebrow, and cleared her throat. The purple-haired fox stopped the prolonged noise, and responded with a nervous chuckle. Having nothing to do, the two had already attempted to get jobs, but no avail. The thief was no good, since he'd always rob his boss's pockets, and the witch already tried becoming a doctor.

Usually being mistaken as a seven-year old child, her dream was quickly bashed. They were both arguably thinking these thoughts in unison, so they sighed in disappoint. 

The green witch tipped her hat lower to conceal her face when two others joined the bar. Thinking that they were a couple, she couldn't help but smile. Feng, however, looked on with purple eyes and expressed concern. His freakish fox tail slowly wagged, while the ears perked up in curiousity. He couldn't help when they began to be tipsy and looked as if they were going to puke. He raised a hand in question and opened his mouth, but quickly shut it in thought. "Uhmm..? Are you.. okay..?"

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"Wha--You....."

Varina sat in stunned silence after watching Isaiah inject himself with something that appeared to knock him out. What kind of weird person does something like that! At the very least, now she understood why he had randomly keeled over and spit up blood earlier. Possum tactics were always useful, but she'd never met someone who enforced them by actually knocking themselves out!

"Y-you idiot!" she said angrily, punching Isaiah lightly in the side (not that he could feel it). "And right when I was starting to like you, too!" she added, cradling his head in one arm and carefully setting it onto the backrest of his seat. "Hmph. Well, if that's how it's gonna be, I suppose you won't miss these!"

She took the pouch of coins that his friend has tossed him and pocketed it, then took her cloak off of him as well, wrapping it back around her shoulders and tying its loose ends into a knot around her collarbone as a makeshift fastening. Before leaving Isaiah to sleep off his self-induced coma, Varina drew the curved dagger holstered at her waist and used its tip to take off the waistbutton of the man's pants with an expert flick of the blade. Now they were even--he had pulled that prank with her cloak, and now when he got up, if he didn't notice it before standing, his pants would fall down! Serves him right, Varina thought. She was just trying to show him a good time, and he was being totally ungrateful about it! Where would the harm have been in just sharing a little bit of that score with her? Whoever his employer was, it must be someone pretty damn scary, to drive him to those lengths to keep the job a secret.

Oh well, whatever. It was her typical level of luck, she supposed. The cursed girl ordered another stiff drink and began looking about for something--or someone--new to occupy her.

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He was.. asleep. Strange, he thought that the man was surely awake when he started to get tipsy. But this was his chance. The thief looked behind him to glance back at his companion, who seemed to be taking a nap. A nervous smile cracked along his face and widened as he eyed the sleeping man's pockets.

"Y-you idiot!"

His slithery hands anxiously and quickly trailed back when the drunken woman beside him began to yell, swiftly looking away instantly. The thief silently cursed when she'd already took off his good loot, ears perking up and tail stiff. His hand reached out to pocket, but was immediately stopped when the witch had grabbed ahold of his scarf.

He let out a pained yelp when she started to pinch his ear and angrily pressed his cheeks together, making him face her. "You know.. for a sixteen year-old, you sure are a stubborn fox!" Circe began to roughly hold him in a tight headlock, Feng whining in pain as she did so. They both looked like two children getting into a hardy fight, no matter how out of place it looked like at a alchoholic bar.

 

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With her father's powers dwindling, Heather found her own abilities being drained as well.

Although it did come with an unexpected side effect.

With the loss of her once unhampered control over the fire element, it also began to lift the curse which bound her to her master. It allowed Heather to think and act more flexibly, not that she would've traded it off however. A'aria treated her as a friend, if only she could do the same. Although she was still bound, she was able to venture freely, rather than staying by her Mistress's side at all times.

Walking over to the bar, she ordered a special brew which appeared to be the only thing which she could consume. The liquid had an extremely low boiling point, and it was served in Solid state. This caused it to melt in her mouth, with the liquid state only surfacing for a few seconds. As she siphoned the energy which the warm gas gave her, she couldn't help but notice the slumped figure of Isaiah Shiversteel, bent over the bar in a deep state of unconsciousness. She pursed her lips. What could have happened to the rogue? Sitting between them, was the purple haired woman whom Isaiah had been speaking to earlier. She closed her eyes, and her senses lit up. She could suddenly smell the alcohol on the woman's breathe. With a look of distaste, Heather stuck out her tongue and shook her head. Her eyes shot open. She didn't want to have to experience that again.

Hanging from the rogue's pants, Heather saw a small wooden button dangling in between Isaiah's legs by a thread. Her eyes followed the thread, up to the boy's crotch, where his pants had apparently been sliced open.

But why there?

She sighed in exasperation. Heather found it difficult to understand humor. Her people were practical, and logical. She had never once heard of the term 'humor' until she had been enslaved. Upon that thought, she rubbed the earthen collar which wrapped around her neck snugly. It would be difficult to tell that it was there, it blended in nicely with her toned skin. Upon the collar, the small icon of a tree rested in the middle, right under her chin. The symbol of ownership. That she was 'claimed' in a sense.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud gurgling sound. She fidgeted with irritation at the purple haired woman, who seemed to not care much about manners.

"You responsible for that, Miss?" she didn't even turn her head to the woman, but spoke in a loud and clear voice. Rather, she closed her eyes and concentrated. With a bright spark, the button that dangled between Isaiah's legs caught fire, making moderately loud crackling noises as it burned its way up the string. Just as it neared the end of the string, Heather's eyes opened, and the fire snuffed itself out. It was then that she turned her body, small cracks in her skin beginning to reveal a soft ember glow.

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The Nøkken watched the female curiously, almost laughing at her reaction to the male's self-imposed sleep. Her amber eyes sparked, the slitted pupils expanding, and she swung her feet up to perch precariously on the beam, cross-legged. Her rapier clicked softly against the old wood, and she adjusted herself to draw the blade safely, laying it across her lap and running a finger along the thin, stout blade. 

The female was curious to look at, for certain. Those crimson eyes, the way one hand seemed as wrinkled and weather-beaten as a hide left in the sun for years. The short black hair was so similar to her own, and yet so different in shade and length at the same time. Now thoroughly intrigued by the stranger, Nøkken's eyes tracked her as she ordered another drink. She made no move to approach, just continued to keep tabs on her.

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From behind the dwarf-like woman, a man bearing a heavily engraved shield stepped out of the shadows cast by the dimly lit corridor ceiling. His grey leather tunic hugged his body tightly, boasting a muscled form. The man approached her from behind, eventually standing side by side with her and observing the trio that sat at the bar.

"Excuse me," Edric cleared his throat abruptly, his deep and husky voice bearing the strain which he had put on his vocal chords in his many battles, where he had to lead frightened men against far superior enemies.

"Are you perving?" he raised his eyebrow at the dwarf-like woman, in a subtle attempt to tease her into a humorous introduction.

"I mean, the lad is hardly attractive, I must admit," Edric remarked about Isaiah's sleeping form. Thank god that the boy didn't drool.

The purple haired woman. Edric found her rather familiar, like a memory that he couldn't grasp. The memory was so clear, yet so faint. He didn't know what to make of it. He brushed the thought aside.

The auburn haired girl. She looked young for her age. She was technically a teenager for her people's standards, her father having lived for several hundred millennium. She was merely 19 years old. Heather Sulfuras had confided in him about several things. She shared very similar traits to him. Both of them were polite. Both of them were reckless when it came to saving others. And never ever had Edric considered how others felt when you dove into the fray with his shield to protect an ally. He always thought that he had been doing the right thing, but the panic that it caused others, he had never felt before. Only when he was helpless to save his ally, did he understand the trauma that he underwent when he saw the elemental princess take hundreds of arrows in her back to protect her mistress. Hence, he always kept a watchful eye over her. He felt responsible to be the parent that he had always dreamed of having. The parent that he never had.

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Since Heather made no indication that she was speaking to Varina, and Varina was not paying her any more attention than she was any other randomly selected stranger, she did not acknowledge the other woman's question. She likely assumed it to be meant for someone else, if she heard it at all (which in all likelihood she didn't). However, she jumped and spilled her latest drink all over herself (luckily, she had already downed most of its contents) as a fire sprung up between Isaiah's pants somehow!

"Aghh! What the hell!"

Varina began to panic for a second, worrying that his pants would catch on fire while he was passed out! Not even she was cruel enough to just sit by and let that happen to a man. Thinking quickly, the girl grabbed the mostly-untouched glass of water that Isaiah had ordered and splashed it onto his crotch, seeing the fire go out as well. Whew! That was close! Once again she was struck by just how plain weird the Tavern was. First this guy knocks himself out when she comes onto him, then stuff just starts randomly lighting on fire! And that wasn't even considering the levels of strangeness that Varina had experienced beforehand with the Three Stooges incident. It was a good thing she had such an abnormal lifestyle already, regular people would probably be totally spooked out by now.

A nearby woman with weird glowing skin was glaring at her, Varina noticed. She supposed it would draw people's attention..... the woman probably assumed that she did it somehow, since she was sitting right next to Isaiah and they'd been pretty cozy up until just now.

"Wh-what are you looking at?! That wasn't me! Do I look like I know how to use magic?" Varina said to her in a defensive tone. "Th-this guy was just buyin' me some rounds, and then weird stuff started happening! There must be a mage up in the rafters screwing with us or something. Y-yeah, I bet that's it!" she said, not very convincingly.

Deciding that she was probably no longer welcome at the bar, Varina got up to prowl back through the tavern floor. Her first objective would be to acquire a new drink, probably by swiping it from someone's table while they weren't looking, and then identify new marks to scam or steal from. Being back in the Tavern of Legend was literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and even Varina wasn't stupid enough to be unaware of that. She planned to milk this place for all it was worth until they kicked her back out--her ideal outcome was to get extremely wasted, loaded up on cash, and possibly get laid as well, assuming there were private spaces somewhere in the building which could accommodate a nice tumble or two. At the back of her mind, she also wanted to check on Isaiah again in a while to see if he woke up, but the myriad of activity to distract her coupled with the effects of alcohol and her own naturally short-minded nature all but guaranteed that she would forget to do so.

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Heather immediately grew suspicious upon the woman getting up to leave. Her overly defensive reaction further provoked her suspicion. She knew Isaiah was constantly brewing away, making all sorts of wacky concoctions to coat his weapons in. However, stabbing himself with one of them was beginning to seem more far-fetched than it did initially. The woman wore a cloak which she clutched tightly to her body. As she moved, it barely flowed, indicating a mass of items on the inside. Heather immediately raised her palm, a plate sized fiery glyph forming in front of the woman's face as she tried to leave, "Just where do you think you're going, Miss?"

She cringed at her inability to use a questioning tone. Heather was cursed to always be polite to everyone. Although it did help her to avoid trouble on more than one occasion.

A small fiery spiral formed around the base of the swivel stool, spinning it around to face the woman. "Sit, M-miss," she had to force the polite acknowledgements out of her throat. So much for the intimidation factor. Maybe that wasn't the way to go. She was probably scaring the shit out of the woman. "And join me for a drink," her ember colored eyes began to return to regular human pupils. The cracks in her skin gradually closed, energies that leaked out quickly seeping back in through the tiny holes. She tried to give the most inviting stance that she could. Although the awkwardness in her lack of social skills really made her look out of place.

And Edric had told her that she was getting better with social cues. What a joke.

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"Whoa!"

Varina stumbled back away from the fire rune that had appeared mid-air to block her path. Turning around at the sound of Heather's voice, she found that Glowing Skin Girl was inviting her to sit back down and have a drink. Now normally Varina wouldn't turn anyone down for a drink, but these circumstances weren't exactly normal. For one thing the girl's mannerisms just seemed a bit..... off. Like, too forced, or something. It put Varina on edge. For another, her skin was glowing. For another, she had been staring at Varina very pointedly a moment ago. Then trying to stop her from leaving..... She was starting to worry that someone might have an unhealthy desire for her. Either that, or the girl was about to make her some kind of material proposition. She wasn't sure which one that she'd rather it be, although she did feel a bit more ease when those freaky glowing cracks in her skin closed up and she reverted back to looking more or less normal.

"Uhh, well, sure! I suppose!" Varina said nervously, sitting down next to the girl. Part of her wanted to just bolt, but given that the girl had shown she was willing to keep Varina here by force, she figured she would try and see what was going on. "Wh-what's up? It's not about..... you're not worried about him, are you?" she asked, thumbing over her shoulder at Isaiah. "Cause that was all just, you know. A misunderstanding! I didn't do anything weird to him. I promise!"

Why did she feel the need to keep making such specific denials, even when they were true? Varina had never done well under social pressure, and she always hated herself when she became aware of it, like she was now. A bead of sweat rolled down her face as she looked awkwardly at the glowy girl, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.

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Heather raised her eyebrow. She was about to speak, when a lump formed in her throat. She began to somewhat choke, much to her embarrassment. Then she remembered. Elemental spawn were prohibited from questioning others. She sighed, unable to think of a decent way to express what she wanted to say. At first, she made a few choking sounds, before finally relenting. She cursed under her breathe silently.

"Pardon me, Miss, but I think you have the wrong idea," she raised her hands as a sign that she didn't mean any harm, "I just wanted to talk about... Wait did you slit his pants?"

She eyed him with a curious glance. Anyone who had the nerve to irritate Isaiah Shiversteel without fear of being irritated back just the same was someone she could respect.

But really, she never thought that someone with a vagina could have more balls than a boy. Turns out she was proved doubly wrong.

She smiled politely at the bartender, who fetched her a tall glass of a solid substance. She pressed her index finger to the solid, and it began to melt almost instantly. As soon as it had begun to boil, she put the glass to her mouth, inhaling the beverage in a single breath.

"And you would like?" she looked curiously at the woman. No doubt that the woman was older than her. Heck, she bet that everyone in the tavern was older than her. It had only been her first 6 months since she'd been exposed to others not of her kind. The experience was a strange one, she admitted. However, this was the first time she had found someone just as awkward as she was. Or maybe it was just a deceptive face. A'aria told her that folks had many faces. Heather took that quite literally the first time. She still didn't quite understand what it meant.

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