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A waver, some called it. The beautiful woman whipped upon one between larger vessels, throttling brakes and boosts along her canal like a Mario Kart character through Toad's Turnpike. Water sprayed from the centrifugal force of her scooteresque board over the decks of passenger vehicles who abided by Shrine City's traffic laws, splashing civilians in nice clothes with champagne glasses who expected the typical serene journey down Shrine's winding byways. Where was she headed? Why, none other than the least diviest dive bar near Lion's Square Garden.

The beautiful woman walked into a bar and sat at the three-quarters-packed bar in the late afternoon. She got service real fast.

"Pour me a double," she said huskily to the 30-some year old behind the counter gilded with taps.

"Right away ma'am," he blushed, grabbing her drink.

"Make it two," she said before he'd finished pouring the first.

"Alright! Comin' right up!" exclaimed the young'un, catching the whiff that the lady could hold her own. 

Double-fisting and then downing both at the pace of about a gulp each, the beautiful woman's golden eyes flashed something between alcoholism and arousal. The bartender had other customers to tend to, but he would be back soon. Starting this kind of thing at a bar was fun, thought the beautiful woman.

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"It's not very advisable for a lady such as yourself to drink that much at once" a male voice said as the man took a seat at the bar just next to the beautiful lady. Dauner had stopped by to get some rest before he continued in his exploration of Valucre in search of thrilling adventure and hopefully dangerous monsters. "Give me your best drink" he said to the bartender who rustled about and got him his drink.

Dauner was dressed in his usual signature outfit. A black shirt, black pants, black shoes and a black robe with both of his swords sheathed behind his back. His presence just like everywhere he went to, attracted the attentions of the girls around who looked at the beautiful lady with sparks of jealousy.

He took a sip from his glass before speaking again. "Well miss, I'm Dauner and you are..." he said expectantly waiting for the lady to finish his sentence for him.

 

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"It's not very advisable for a lady such as yourself to drink that much at once"

The beautiful woman held up two more fingers when the young 'tender looked her way. The moving mannequin's deception was manifold; sobriety and motor control a concoction of conditions she had long since surrendered to someone with rough hands and rougher ideas. What was sweet and supple to those she could seduce was, in fact, a dead suspense on the very eve of rot. The beautiful woman's eyes were a deep forest green, her sharp eyeliner smeared slightly, deliberately. For the first time they grazed the spaces around Dauner, but didn't center on him at any moment. She didn't say anything because he seemed content with a one-way road right now and she had other concerns— cash register, shelves of bottles, the bathroom, a bougie looking fat man with a monocle behind Dauner. Mr. Bartender returned with two more doubles. This time he stayed, leaning an elbow on the bar to express interest in her drinking gusto— she knew she had some nice pants though, and it was likely the 30-some guy wanted inside. This other man, though, the new one...

"Well miss, I'm Dauner and you are..."

The beautiful woman did two things at once. 1) She raised her drink to the held one of her two drinks out toward Dauner, now finally gracing him with her tempting iris. 2) Her right coattail fell from the crook between her and the chair as she extended the second drink toward Dauner, seeming not to notice he had just taken a drink of his own. In response to the hanging sentence, the beautiful woman poured her half-pint on Dauner's lap. While the piddle noise signified her drink pouring out on his pants, she responded in kind.

"I am so sorry!" Suddenly the beautiful woman with the trenchcoat grabbed at the bar towels the Bartender had been idly wiping with right out of his hand and stuffed them onto Dauner's lap. While doing so, she rotated the chair in a worry that was totally unplaced until she was right next to the rich man with the monocle— and only Dauner and the bartender would see that she had orchestrated the entire situation meaningfully. As soon as she got close enough to the man with the monocle, she jutted her hindquarters into his chair hard enough that his stool went tumbling over with his large body sprawling across the floor.

The beautiful woman turned, helping the codger up as her apologies culminated in near-panic. She molested his pockets as she helped him up, grabbing coins and watches and even the very monocle the man was wearing, shuffling all beneath her own coat before the guy's fat rolls even stopped jiggling from the fall; and there she was to help him up. He figured the fall just jostled his monocle off, so to throw him off she held up the very glasspiece.

"Here you dropped this!" She said, assuaging his worries that she had taken anything from him. Then she sat back on the other side of Dauner and held up two more fingers at the bartender. Now this young man was skeptical of her. He had seen her pour the drink purposefully on Dauner and caught some of the commotion with the large guy, but she seemed well-intentioned and her words didn't slur at all.

"You sure you're good for more?" asked the bartender with a little laugh, including Dauner in the fun. "Just ask this guy's lap, I don't think he likes you drinking."

"I'm fine, don't worry." said the beautiful woman, shifting some metal under her coat as she turned fully on Dauner with those smokey eyes. "Right?"

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Dauner's placed his drink on the counter while his sentence was still hanging. The beautiful woman then extended her second drink over to Dauner which seemed strange to him because he already had a drink. He thought he might as well take it and thank her for the drink. That was before she poured the drink down on his pants. Dauner personally did not like having wet pants though he always found a way to get them wet at several occasions. He gazed at the drink pouring down onto his pants with his mouth hanging open and without attempting to move out of the way.

The beautiful woman then excused herself as she grabbed the towels the bartender had been using and stuffed them onto Dauner lap. Dauner was getting quote confused at her action and reaction. He very well knew the difference between a mistake and an intentional action. His confusion would however be abated as he saw the woman rotate her chair out of an unplaced worry and run into the rich guy with the monocle knocking him down to the ground. Dauner noticed that as she helped the man up with a whole package of apologies, she hustled his pockets successfully pulling out some coins and watches. It was then that he realized he had just been used as a medium to get the money which he expected would pay for his drink. He then turned over to the counter where his drink was with a smile on his face. He gulped down the rest of the drink in front of him before saying to himself. "I like her". He said this just audible enough for the bartender to hear.

The woman then returned to the counter taking her seat beside Dauner and ordered two more rounds. After the bartender had made his joke about Dauner's lap not liking the lady drinking, Dauner put his glass down on the counter. "And one more for me please. Both on the beautiful lady sitting beside me". The bartender looked at Dauner confused. It was clear that Dauner and the lady had just met but Dauner was telling him that both of his drinks would be paid by the lady. "You sure about that mate? You might wanna ask her first before saying you're drinks are on her" The bartender said as he shifted his gaze down to Dauner's pants. "And your pants. Aren't you gonna clean it up" he finished.

Dauner had completely forgotten about his wet pants. He thanked the bartender for the reminder as he took the towels and put the on the counter in front of him. He then swiped his hand over the wet part of his pants. The drink seemed to follow his hand as it moved over and finally off onto the floor leaving his pants now dry. "And I'm sure she won't have a problem with sharing some of her newly aquired wealth" Dauner said as he turned his gaze to the beautiful woman. "right?" The bartender seemed confused at this statement as he didn't notice the lady 'borrowing' some coins from the rich guy. He didn't serve the drink as he waited to see if the beautiful woman would consent to it.

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In her day, Elyah had been a skilled water bender. After being separated from her tribe in the deep woods of what is now known as Fracture, Elyah came upon a city of total abhorrence. "Tia," it had once been called, crawled with what must have been people years ago. The mutants had been twisted from an original state by a purple fog that exuded from behemoth plants that appeared to have wrestled all of Tia's great structures to the ground in an as-of-yet unsolved plague. She fought, ran, escaped her way to a once great Black Tower that was broken in half like a toothpick on the face of Valucre. Here, inside, Elyah found Him— or rather, He found Elyah.

"And I'm sure she won't have a problem with sharing some of her newly aquired wealth" 

Now, snapping from her reverie as Dauner finished his casual attempt at extortion, a psionic line traced between the beautiful woman's innocently clasped hands and the liquid falling from Dauner's lap. A gentle blob of the alcohol paused, floating inches above the dirty bar floor on which the monocled man once laid. After all of what Dauner had said- the beautiful woman had been too lost in her lost past to remember what- the bartender percolated with suspicion.

"Yeah sure," he muttered as the blob of liquid rose discretely from the floor and lingered beside the beautiful woman's head. Now was when he would have returned to the register and called the cops.

"Why, wait," she said, raising her gloved, bejeweled hand in an apparent effort to reason.

There would be no calling the cops, no reasoning. What happened next instead was as horrific as the woman was beautiful. It was immediate chaos. With a flick of her wrist at the man as if to rid the beautiful black suede of her delicate digits, the discretely floating blob of whiskey zinged at the bartender in a sharp line. Much to the shock and dismay of the bar crowd, the tender flailed backward as crimson sprayed out of the atomic line slit through his throat.

With a slap of the delicate hand on the wet bar, the beautiful woman mounted the surface and slid with unnatural ease to the register. Statistics of Shrine City showed that there would be trouble from the general citizenry and she'd better be prepared. Her second brain, the one that was really in control, knew this in its premeditation of this day. One hand plunged in between two buttons of her jacket while the other withdrew a folded bag by the opened seam and flapped it open, jumping from the counter and hipping into the closed register hard enough to dent and break it against the wall behind. Withdrawing a very familiar sawed-off with one hand, she put the bag in the same hand, holding the bag between finger and trigger as she grabbed the whole register tray and dumped it into the bag. As she loaded the bag, the first to attempt to hinder the prime suspect in the bartender's murder was upon her. Soon, an observant onlooker might guess, the weight of the bag would weigh her finger down and— BANG! The beautiful woman blew one shell and his brains out all over the nearest barstool denizens still in shock from the first murder.

Unlike last time the beautiful woman, for all she knew, was still all alone in her uncivil unrest; so this bar she would leave standing. Stamping on the bar in one leap, jumping over the bloodied who were most shocked and least likely to anticipate her vaulting over them, the beautiful woman was out the door zipping down the canal on her waver before most people could even understand what was happening. Dauner would surely be shocked that her smalltime crime would so quickly measure up to two cases of manslaughter, but two things were imminently clear: 1) there was about to be a lot more trouble in Shrine City and 2) he still had time to join.

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What had just happened was still a mystery? Dauner had let a murderer do her thing and walk away without lifting a finger. The events unfolded quite fast in front of him, and would make one think he didn't have the time to do anything to stop her. In truth, he did.

Just as Elyah had begun lifting the  drink that had fallen on the floor, Dauner took gulp of his drink exhaling it's bitter taste away. He taught it was nice to see others play with their powers. Made him feel like he wasn't the weirdest person in the room, though he still was. He was surprised when she shot it through the bartender's throat. He could have done something to stop her when she jumped over the bar and put the register into her bag. One brave citizen tried to stop her but had his brains blasted off. Dauner moved his drink away from the man as his blood splattered onto Dauner. Dauner however did not wipe the blood off as he wondered if the second murder was also because of him.

He thought that the bartender had been killed because of what he said. Maybe if he hadn't tried his little extortion attempt, both men would still be alive. But then he said to himself that that could not be it. It was too convenient for Elyah for it to have just been an act of self defense. After she had bolted and began her gliding along the canal on her waver, Dauner wiped the blood off, drank up what was left of his drink still exhaling the bitter taste and began to run towards the exit.

He pulled a grayish orb from his pocket and spoke into it. "Gozen, get over here fast". Shortly after he had spoken, a dragon came flying from the distance. Where it came from was unclear to all, but it was here. It swooped pass the bar at a high speed with Dauner being only barely able to jump onto it successful. "After that girl!" he said t the dragon. "You're chasing after girls now?" the dragon said in a surprised tone. "I'll explain later. Just go for now"

The dragon didn't argue with it's instructions and in less than no time, they were flying just beside Elyah. "What the heck was that stunt you just pulled back there?" He yelled at her.

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