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The bartender came back to Kel's table, a glass and plate of food in his hands. "Thanks Bronen," she said sweetly as he placed the things in front of her and then, after assuring her that something for Eango would be brought out in a short while, left to continue on with his duties. She only had time to take a sip of her beverage, which was some sort of juice, before her companion batted her with his tail.

~Someone comes, and he smells of magic~ he warned in her mind as lifted his head off the floor to monitor the man more closely. The black tip of his tail began wag as an outward sign of his irritation.

Keladry looked down at her Ahalad-Kaaslane. ~That is a poor way to judge someone in this world, Eango. Most people here have some sort of magic and none have done us any harm~ she chided and then looked up at the man who was know at her table. She listened to his words attentively, a knowing smile gracing her face. She had been in his shoes once upon a time. "I would be glad to answer all of your questions, but first I would like to offer you some food," she stated kindly and pushed her untouched plate at him, plainly ignoring his rather unfriendly tone, "You look half starved."

She took a quick drink before continuing. "This place, Aeolida it's called, is indeed a completely different world from your own," Kel intoned, "It's a universal melting pot. All sorts of beings live here in relative harmony with one another and it has become a cultural gold mine, with everyone sharing and collaborating the ideals of their worlds. Their laws seem just and their court system seems to be quite intent on making sure that things are dealt with fairly and efficiently. I can't really say much more than that because most people who come here don't do so to cau--"

The woman stopped to watch a small Fey examine the man she explaining things to. Her eyes twinkled with mirth, especially when the fairy-being decided to switch her attention to Eango. The cat stared back at her with none of amusement of that his Ahalad-Kaaslane had and after hearing the what the small creature had to say in her broken up way he snorted audibly. ~Hardly~ his mind-voice said indignantly and he laid his head down between his front paws. He looked for all the world like he was pouting and Kel had to stifle a laugh.

"Not exactly," she told the Fey, "I'm as much his as he is mine. Our, ah... souls have been melded together, in a way." She tried to explain it as best as she could, but it was complicated to express in such short terms and she doubted that the little woman would be able to keep up with the long version.

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• More leg room. Jump planes are cramped.
• Gravity check. Yep, still working.
• There is no such thing as a "perfectly good" airplane.
• Even the worst day skydiving is better than the best day working.
• You can exceed 120mph without worrying about getting a ticket.

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"You two are each other’s?" Yoshe puzzled. "Souls are..." she trailed off for a second, trying to remember what the word ‘soul’ meant in her own language. "Ah! The two are in same spirit, almost like married one!" Interesting... She certainly seemed satisfied by her own analogy. Still, Yoshe was hoping for a chance to hear more details.

For now, Yoshe watched every movement that the beast made and attempted to evaluate what it was thinking. This feline was quite different from any of the similar creatures on her world, creatures that the skills of her profession allowed her to communicate with on a basic level not quite comparable to speech. This one was strange, though. Such should be expected, Yoshe had learned after years of coming to Aeolida.

"I hear word for to describe this one," Yoshe said suddenly, putting aside her inability to read the animal as she could on her homeworld. Her expression showed that she was struggling to remember what the word was. After a moment, she blurted out "Snarky!" with a snap of her fingers. Her face lit up and she repeated, "he is snarky." With her hands, Yoshe indicated the flipping of the tail and the manner in which his head was on his paws; all in all, a universal feline gesture that said ‘I’m irritated’. "Very snarky," she added with a sharp, accentuating nod.

Finally remembering her manners, Yoshe straightened and held out her hand in the manner of the locals of Aeolida to the woman and then to the man, introducing herself as Warden Yoshe to both of them. She looked like she was hoping her social ungracefulness would be overlooked, and at the same time like she was trying to keep her face unreadable. Clearly, she was failing at the latter. In hopes to further cover her mistake, she squatted down and held out a hand to the feline who was easily about the same size as herself. "Don’t know if you smarter than creatures in my home," she said quietly, "but if you are, then I am Yoshe."

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Deathdrinker observed the events in silence. The woman and her pet looked like experienced visitors to Aeolida, much like himself. The animal seemed rather intelligent; distrustful and cautious, a wise method of thinking. The other woman conversing with her did not seem out of palce in Aeolida either. The dirty man looked to be one of those who had entered the portal via an accident; albeit a welcome one. After the initial confusion wore off he would flourish in this land. Then there was Drisk. He seemed like someone who came to Aeolida to escape; much like Deathdrinker himself.

Turning away from the other bar patrons, Deathdrinker listened to Falco's request. "Indeed?" He sighed, "Everywhere I go, danger bloody well follows. Alright, we'd better find somewhere quiet then... You never know who to trust in this world..."

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Drisk was in conflict. The intelligent agile form part of him was telling him to accept the food that the person with the animal had offered, and try to keep on good terms with everyone at this new world... maybe he wouldn't have to go back. The friendly healer form part was telling him to be friends with the person who'd offered him food, as well as the very human-like creatue with the wings. Not that Drisk could really be considered human himself.

Then there was the berserker form part, which was telling him to stay on his guard, and not run away if a fight broke out. Finally, there was the ultimatum form part, which told him how cruel it had been to offer him food, lowering his status to one who needed charity, and it even went as far as to suggest killing her for doing it. As usual, the ultimatum form was the loudest, and hardest to ignore. What Drisk thought himself was almost drowned out in the suggestions of his stronger forms. Although the coldness in his voice remained, it was lessened, and all anger that had been previously evident in his voice was now completely dissipated as he said "I'm not one for accepting people's charity-" Once again his talking with cut off very abruptly by a growl from his stomach, so loud that he could feel the vibration that the sound made throughout his body. Taking a seat in a chair at the table, Drisk blushed slightly and muttered "thank you for the food". He took half of what was on the plate (he was starving, but that doesn't mean he was going to eat someone elses entire plate of food when that person had offered some) and began gobbling down like there was no tommorow. When he had finished, his hunger had been sated, and Drisk introduced himself to the two others (three if you included the animal). This time there was an incredibly thin hint of friendliness in his voice, which even Drisk himself couldn't detect, and it was possible that even he was unaware of it.

"My name is Drisk Kayne. I came here because I touched the nexus on my world because there were rumors that you died if you touched it, dissappearing forever. I had three choices at that point. Die at the hands of my world's government, die of starvation in some old ruins, or die of dissappearing, which sounded much less painful than the other two. So I touched it, and here I am." Drisk then turned to the person who had introduced herself as Yoshe and said "don't think I didn't notice you observing me. I'm considered to be in the top 0.2% most dangerous people in my world, it's probably not a good idea to observe anyone with that little factoid." Well this is kind of weird Drisk thought, why does it feel like I don't hate these people? I've had no trouble hating people and being ignored before, I must be getting rusty, that might be dangerous.

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Falco nodded as he stood up from his seat, motioning towards the door. Deathdrinker and Falco stepped outside. As the sun set in the far distance, it painted the sky a dazzling orange and pink color mixed with wisps of white clouds. From just outside the Inn, the towering buildings of the Inner City could be seen with the sky as their background. Small lights from the numerous windows began to flicker on as night drew closer. The occasional whir of a passing airship and the background noise from the Inn were the only noises. No one was outside save for Falco and Deathdrinker. But Falco had no time to observe the beauty of the place, as amazing as it was. What he was about to tell Deathdrinker overshadowed any desire to marvel at the wonders of Aeolida.

"I have found some intriguing information in the short week I have been here in Aeolida. I do not take you for a religious man, but you know as well as I do that there are greater powers then us out there. Each planet with intelligent life has certain gods they worship, yet I have found that there are striking similarities between the different religions of the different planets. Some of them are more subtle, such as two planets sharing identical worshiping rituals yet each worshiping a different god. Others are a little bit more obvious. For example, I have found evidence of the worship of Pelor on several different planets, all of them dating back before the Nexuses were open." Falco paused as if wincing, then said, "I have digressed slightly. Along with similar religions, I have also seen instances of legends from different planets being identical, especially ones concerning items of power."

Falco reached his arm down into his bag, much farther than a bag of its size should have allowed. He fumbled around for a bit with a reluctant expressions on his face, then withdrew an item. In his hand was a fist-sized metallic sphere, perfect in its dimensions. The sheen and tint of the metal suggested it was brass. The sphere gave off a slight orange glow.

"This is one such item of power whose legend extends to various planets. I loathe carrying it around, but it is too dangerous for me to simply hide it anywhere. It is called an Orb of Dragonkind. I do not know the full extent of its power, only that activating it allows the possessor to control dragons of the corresponding type, in this case brass. I am hoping that through further study in the Imperial Library, I can find a world both devoid of brass dragons and of the legend of the Orb itself, so I can be rid of it!" Falco scowled.

"It is strange. I am not certain why I am telling you this. Perhaps I am too weak to bear the burden alone. Regardless, if something were ever to happen to me, now that you know of its existence, I expect you to hide it just as I would. Now then, should we head back inside. I have yet to have a drink tonight!"

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Lander watched the denizens of the inn, some of whom looked less normal than others, although he had a feeling that the standard for "normal" was quite different here. He watched a short, winged female creature come through the door that looked a lot like myths of fairies he had heard before. Magic on his world was not something that was used by the people, though it was there in the land and there were rumors of strange beasts living in the deeper forests of Lyra. He had met only a few people like him in his lifetime. The majority of them did not mingle with humans. He was surprised to be in a place where he was no longer the strangest person in the room. On his world he would have been picked out of a crowd instantly for what he was because of his bright green eyes. Here, no one had seemed to even notice.

He took a sip of his drink, which tasted strange, spicy and flat, but it tasted like alcohol and that was good enough for him. He wasn't sure yet, but he rather liked this dream. He wondered if he could try going back through the arch the way he came, but he wouldn't do that. Not yet, anyway. If this place really was another world...He sat, thinking things over.

The man she'd first observed introduced himself as Drisk Kayne, then rattled off a long sentence that contained words Yoshe didn't immediately comprehend. " 'Percent'? 'Factoid'?" She repeated, suddenly wishing that she'd cared more about learning this language in the past.

"He means to say that he's considered a very dangerous person at his home," came a high pitched male voice. Yoshe's quick change in posture indicated that she knew the voice.

From several feet away came floating another Yaksa, in similar dimensions to Yoshe but for being male.

"Kokenshiu!" Yoshe drawled in complaint.

"You'll have to forgive my subordinate," he said in much less broken, if still heavily accented, Common. "She bears the trait of our Fairy cousins that makes them such curious and annoying creatures."

"Arashe! I am NOT like those small creatures," Yoshe said forcefully.

Turning to Yoshe, Kokenshiu said, "We will be holding our council soon, so do not take too long." He pointed to a clock on a far wall. "Ten minutes, if you remember how to keep track of those on these devices." With that, he fluttered away.

Yoshe sighed, exasperated. These people were interesting, and she wanted to learn what she could. The nature of the woman's relationship to her animal, the animal itself was interesting, why the man reeked of magic...

Suddenly expeditious, Yoshe pointed at the man--forgetting his earlier warning--and said very clearly, "You have magic." Then she pointed at the feline and stated, "You are strange." Though her tone of voice might have been taken as somehow accusing, Yoshe's expression was still one of curiosity. By pointing these things out, she was hoping to get explanations before her 'ten minutes' were up.

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Athradien walked into the Dragonfly Inn rather lackadaisically, his eyes dark showing he was in a depressed mood yet again. At his side, Bane (his companion) walked close to his left side, eying him slightly as he didn't really look at his surroundings. His body language seemed to show he had been trying to get Athradien in a better mood and his will to do so was beginning to feign.

"Just forget about it... We have a new life here... Just forget about Alaronia..." Bane's thoughts flowed through Athradiens mind, though this set off a spark of irritation through his subconscious. "I will not leave my people to that... thing..." Athradien growled at Bane, not making eye contact.

Athradien made his way to the counter to buy the same drink. Bane sat directly behind him, finally taking his mind from Athradien and looking around the Inn, taking note of the large animal similar to himself... minus the blue scales and such.

Bane sat on his haunches, tilting his head slightly to the right as he looked from what he thought was a female fairy, three men, the animal, and the woman who seemed to own the animal. "Looks like I'm not the only one that travels with others..." He said to Athradien who just shrugged it off, not really paying much attention to the others. "But you have to be the most irritating one..." He added with a voice which signaled he was in no mood to really talk.

Without much thought, Bane became intricately curious. He stood up and slowly walked over to the animal which he hadn't ever seen before. He had a very cautious stance, sniffing the air around it before looking at it with a confused face, still a comfortable distance away from it. "Hey! Look! I haven't ever seen anything like this!" The energetic and young voice of Bane entered Athradiens mind who just rolled his eyes, feeling Bane look over his shoulder at him, "There's a lot of stuff you haven't seen..." He said out loud, taking a drink from his glass. His voice seemed rather uninterested in what Bane was talking about. Bane blew out his nose and turned back to the animal, staring at it with an intense sense of curiosity, blinking every now and then.

Banes age had a lot to do with his curiosity and relative attitude. Living in a new environment wasn't the only contribution to his actions. He was an odd sight himself, possibly the only one of his kind in the whole universe which had made their way to this land. He was old enough to learn not to do things, but not old enough to learn to leave those things alone. He usually found his way into trouble and Athradien had to bail him out. This wasn't a rare occasion, it actually happened quite often.

Athradien on the other hand was the wiser and more responsible one of the duo. Though he was only 36, he knew a lot more than most others did at his age. From various economics to Basic and Complex Wilderness survival skills, he knew at least a little of anything and everything in the middle. He had matured at a fairly early age and had lost so much that many hadn't ever dared to think of losing until they were far older.

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"Magic?" Drisk asked. "No, not magic. Magic is a gift, a beneficial ability of the supernatural. What I have is a curse, an abominable scar upon my being which has marked me for death. Magic is a force of light, spreading positive affects wherever it goes. What I have is a contamination of darkness, corrupting and disasterful. Magic marks someone as a powerful individual who should be respected. What I have marks me as an outcast, a monster who would be killed the instant I return to my own world. In the seemingly likely event that you didn't catch most of that: magic is good, what I have is bad."

Drisk stopped talking, and a few splits of his hair turned orange, the begginings of his ultimatum form. It did not mean that he was shifting into the form, only that his personality was starting to be in the same line as it.

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Another oddly-dressed man had come into the inn, accompanied by some strange kind of monster. Lander was surprised that they let these types of...pets...into the inns with their masters, but far be it from him to tell a man how his business should be run. Actually, it reminded him of some particularly uptight townies he had met during his travels back home.

"We don't allow beasts in our establishment..." Just having the wrong eyecolor and being recognized as someone with magic in their blood was enough to get someone kicked out of town by dumb yokels, or worse.

Didn't go back there again...

The man found a spot at the bar near where Lander was sitting, and proceeded to drown his sorrows, all the while talking out loud to his 'pet' as if he expected it to talk back.

"What's he having? Don't tell me he likes to get sloshed every now and then." Lander asked the man, gesturing towards the animal, amused. "You look like you lost something. Me, I'm just trying to find out where the hell I am."