|Local Hangout| Kami's Pub

[Null]

As Jemmelle approached, Sihfer's eyes snapped to the young woman. She wasn't bad to look at, and probably his age if not one or two years his senior. The mercenary nodded as he sipped his beer, tossing one strand of his strangely coloured hair out of his eyes as he did so.

"As nature itself eh?" he laughed, turning towards the girl, peering towards her eyeless face. It seemed like the person behind that shroud of hair could be anyone - this girl was mysterious to say the least. "Sounds mysterious, eh." Sihfer commented, whilst he turned back towards the barman, signalling with his index finger for him to bring over another beer. Sure enough, he did, and Sihfer clicked his fingers. Almost magically, another coin appeared in his palm, which he passed over to the barkeeper in return for the beer, which the mercenary offered to Jemmelle.

"Name's Sihfer." He said, sipping his beer. "I didn't catch yours, hm?"

[Eliwood21]

Sigh....bored....bored~.....~bored~....

That only word shot around Eliwood's mind as he stared up at the ceiling, rocking his seat back and forth. Turning his head towards a random direction, he noticed that a man in a cape attempting to act majestic towards a man reeking of boredom....psh, as if. Eliwood sneaked out of his seat, made his way guilefully over to their table, and jumped into a seat while blankly staring at the poser.

".....Hm....." Eliwood raised his right hand and forcing a thumb to rise, only to flip his hand around to gesture a thumbs-down. "Nah~! I'm not convinced! Let the emotions flow!"

[Beautiful Illusion]

"Exactly." The female responded, with a nod - she had spent much time both working under the forces, and simply observing the natural world around her. Though as peaceful as such activities would appear, their true purpose was much more disruptive. "There are many mysteries, no known creature knows them all. Then again, not many choose to uncover them ... " The female mused, with a slight glance towards the area she had previously been residing in. The dark corner ... it was far more mysterious than she was, though she had not made the effort to investigate it. Not just yet, at least.

Jemmelle's eyes were instantly drawn to the coin again, as Sihfer passed it across; so much so that she was forced to compose herself, and incline her body in a small bow, lips curling in what could barely be recognised as a smile, as she accepted the drink ... she did not usually use words of gratitude. If she stole an item from a person, she had no desire to thank them for it ... she had obtained it using her own skill; the action she had just made was her usual form of acceptance, whenever she had been given gifts for her work

"Shifer." She repeated, as the male spoke his name, returning to her previous stance, though still not allowing her eyes to be seen. "I'm Jemmelle." She responded, to Sihfer's request ... it would seem he would be the first in this place to hear her name, rather than recognise her as a nameless thief. "What is your business?" She questioned, refferring to his profession - unless he was a theif, she was curious as to how he had gained his money.

[Null]

"Mercenary." Sihfer said simply, as he drained the last of the liquid within the bottle, before setting it down on a nearby table. The bottle was soon scooped up by a passing waitress. "If the price is right, I'll do most things." He explained, shrugging. After all, he figured that almost everyone in this place would be in a similar line of work.

[Beautiful Illusion]

"Really?" The female questioned, her voice a tone of utmost interest. She sipped a little at the beer, following suit, and seating herself opposite Sihfer, leaning across the table as she placed her bottle down. "I see. So, you'll go to any lengths for money?" She questioned once again, taking another sip of her drink as she did so. The creatures that adorner her wrists began to stir, causing her to run a hand along each serpent in order to calm them. "Such a line of work certainly sounds familiar." Jemmelle commented, still refusing to drop the tone of interest in her voice.

[Kei]

After Krudule's moment of random posing, Mato, again, eyed the man up and down. A moment of silence filled the space between the two Saiya-jin, before the seated finally opened his mouth to speak.

"...I will only tell you my name if you promise not to do that again," Mato reasoned. In truth, he almost wanted to burst out into laughter because of the post, and point and call names. That would probably only cause trouble and lead to a fight--not that Mato wasn't one for a little one-on-one, but it would simply take too much energy from the lazy man.

[Null]

"Any.... resonable lengths." Sihfer admitted with a shrug. "I mean, there are some limits." he laughed, scratching the back of his head absent mindedly.

"What about you?" he asked, studying the shifty looking woman with some measure of caution.

[Beautiful Illusion]

"I see." The female responded with a nod, though could not help but wonder what such lengths could be. She had a feeling that they were much like her own. "So it mainly depends on the pay in question?" She queried, taking a slightly longer sip of her beer, before going on to answer Sihfer's question.

"I'm very much the same. I do odd jobs, make use of my ... talents." She answered, thruthfully, though she knew better than to reveal the fullest extent of her occupation - she was a thief by trade, this much was true, though she did not steal unless she knew it was worth her while to do so. "I was trained to pick up objects of value. But I don't always do it ... only when I know my pay." She explained, continuing to drink her beer, and relaxing her stance a little. The serpents on her wrists had long since grown still, looking simply like ornaments, scales glittering a little in the light.

[burningvegeta]

Krudule then stood eyeing the uninterested Saiyan "Yeah okay…..soooorry". As Krudule began to regain motion; he then almost closed his eye lids watching a young man, walking across the room to take a seat. Krudule then only remembered he really had no status on Earth regardless if they were both Saiyans.

He dropped his ridiculous stance, and stood straight and tall. His bright imperial cerise armour shone greatly in the bar’s light. "So can I take a seat?"

[Eliwood21]

[OOC: Lol, yeah..... BV?]

Eliwood's blank stare motioned over towards the laid-back man.

"Oi, you like to go straight to the point heh?"

Eliwood, imitating the man's position, but scratching his nose with his left little finger.

[burningvegeta]

[OOC - Sorry about that...v_v ]

Krudule tried not to look at the man, without moving his head of the Saiyan as he might miss something, him move more than his eyes. Once again being rude Krudule opening stuck out his left hand in the form of a handshake, as it what he saw other earthlings do.

"Yep I am...I mean I do...*sigh*....I...am Krudule. Shall we all take a seat." Krudule quickly looked back at the other Saiyan hoping to get a reaction "though your already sitting down".

[Kei]

"Whatever," the seated male shrugged, looking back out the window once again. He finished the little of the drink left in his glass before flicking his fingers in the air, signaling for someone to come and pour another glass. Another few seconds passed, in which he was completely silent through all of it, before he was poured another of alcohol. Most of it was gone in the next gulp.

"Mato, by the way."

[Eliwood21]

Almost like a snake, Eliwood slithered his right hand over to the offered handshake of Krudule. A bright grin occupied his face. "Oi, nice to meetcha! Eliwood's the name, and humor is....MY GAME! Well....not exactly."

Eliwood restrained himself back to his chair, rocking the chair once back. "What brings the two of you here?"

[burningvegeta]

Trying to sit down without sitting on his magnificent cape, or moving the table with his large exterior. He sat down whilst knocking the table. "Sorry"

"Haha I see, well I'm here for you know...just buisness...I'm a great martial artist"

Krudule smiled back. Waving his heavy gloved hand in the air; for the attention for one bar staff. He looked Eliwood with admiration in his eyes, then he looked back at the bar "Oi Slave woman".

[Eliwood21]

Eliwood took a grasp at the glass he carried along with him to the table, placed it on the tip of his right index finger, and began to balance it on top of there. Looking at it the same time, he says to Krudule, "Martial artist hm~? Sounds nice...." Instantly he pushed up at the glass, causing it to rise in the air, lifted his right leg up from the floor, and caught the glass with the tip of his toe and continued to balance it.