@Dark Light
"If it is a him. Or a monster. Or a she " she ignores the compliment he layed.
" I do enjoy tearing the mercenaries to bits" Her confidence slips back chuckling at the gory thoughts, a smile actually hitting her face before washing way as Jet drowns the rest of the vodka. She grumbles a profanity string again glaring at her vodka glass. She just wanted to forget the events of earlier that day.

@Song Book
Amused by the hint of the other side, the man sits back in contemplative thought as he taps his finger upon the table.

"Say, how many mercenaries would you say have been torn apart after being sent after you? How many have suffered an intolerable fate for their insolence."

"That depends. How long ago are we going? From the begin it is 3-4 hundred." Jet replied. Her face blank again staring off into space. Watching the shadows creep along the walls. She began to want something stronger than vodka. God forbid the sense she was being watched.

The man slightly chuffs sitting up straight. Watching her with doubt in his eyes.

"So when did this all start? How long ago?"

There was a puzzle here and he would piece it together one way or another. He just had to try be quick about it as the 'party' had already started to arrive. He sensed a growing tension in her.

"Keep the drinks flowing!"
He loudly demands to the barkeep, offering not even the slightest glance, just a simple hand guesture.

@Dark Light
"Something stronger than vodka would be nice."
She ignored his first question going back to the liqour, her eyes watching everyother figure in the bar. Twice today. Twice.
She could stab the dude and walk back to the bar. Let the other side free for a while. See what trouble she gets into. As Jet knows that always happens when she gets to excited.
The man seemed doubtful over her words. Though and behold she would say the truth. Why were lies always more convincing.
She would spot the man who cast the stare apot opon her. Keeping her glance away from him as not to alert the male infront of her.

The barkeep waited on them as instructed, topping up cups with the various bottles in hand. As he tipped a particular strong smelling open bottle of vodka over Jets cup, the liquid spiraled and splashed within the old glass but never escaped the unobscured opening.
Confused and a little bewildered he looks back and forth from the patrons at the table as he tips it further then necessary and gives it a shake.
Nothing... Jets cup remained empty.
He began to stammer a confused apology when the man opposite jet slightly raised his hand dismissivly and spoke.

"It's quite alright, the lady has some things to explain before she drinks anymore. Thank you though."
His smug devilish grin crawling with pride and amusement across his face.

"Don't mess with the poor dude either way I'm done spilling my life unless I get a name from you. " Her voice was rather stern. Still with that trickel of mystery that always laved her words. A whosh of something being thrown passes by her ear. He missed, she had given the guy a perfect opertunity and he missed.

With a new smirk on her face to she turns to face the mercenary. " You know blood does well mixed with wine. "

"Maybe later." He replies with a sinister smile as he stands from his seat, and placing a gentle hand on the barkeeps chest, guides him back to the bar.

"Looks like the party has started early." He whispers to the keep as he takes an expensive bottle off the bar and gets comfortable on a seat behind the sturdy counter. Watching on eagerly for what happens next.

She got up from her seat quite slowly. Her eyes locating every, be there very few, weapons on the mans body. Taking him by the hood shedrags the man from the tavern.His arms clawing against the darkness swirling against her grip. Her claws piercinghis hood barely scraping his hair which was pushed around in the worst pushiest pattern. He muttered some curses impaling his hand on one of them. yanking the claw from her hand, having it reform as she coniunes to drag the struggling male from the tavern. One scream was heard from behind the closed doors then dead silence. She, well the same body of her, would emerge from outside the tavern a few minutes later. Quickest kill she had done in months but still, she wanted to continue the conversation.
A new black shirt crossed over her features. The same jeans torn to short height and her boots, which extended somewhat up her thigh were more clearly shown. Her hair black and down, her necklace too was shown more highly. The dragons claw clutching a red orb. Matching the blood splattered across he boots and shorts. The shirt seemly too clean. Noticeable from her hair are two horns. rising to make points made from the same darkness surrounding her legs in swirls.

"About Your name. "
She replied. Sitting down at the bar tapping her hand on it as a request for service from the bartender. Licking the taste of iron off her lips.

Holding his place behind the bar he leans across it a does the job of the keep, pouring a glass of vodka.

With a dissapointed sigh he moans.
"Well that was a little anti-climatic."

"Sorry, I don't believe we have properly met."
Charm floods from his tone and glistens in his eyes.
He reaches down and firmly takes her hand, bowing deeply to softly place his lips upon it. Never taking his eye off hers.

"Valask." He announces.

"Making messes in public places isn't a good habit. " she said watching his movements carefully.
"I wouldn't kiss that if I were you. Been ripping out necks a few times." She would chuckle at this barely paying attention to him as a person. Just really the glass of vodka and his movements for warning signs.
"Valask. Never heard of you or anyone going by that alias." She said, lacing her voice in honey just about as much as he had done with charm. The man had changed tactics three times now. It was starting to get funny, at least for her.

"Very few are priviledged enough to learn of my name and be able to speak of it, so it's really no surprise. But you, you are an enigma wrapped in mystery..."

He pauses to study her over.

"And I think if I cannot have the answer I may just have to destroy the mystery!"

There was an eerie natural calm in the way he said those words.

@Dark Light
Tianna flew to the clearing. She saw the wolf and growled. "LEAVE THE WOLF ALONE" she growled at the beast, her eyes turning an eerie yellow. Her eyes became more like a wolf. "LET GO NOW, IF YOU DON'T THEN YOU BETTER WATCH OUT" she growled before letting out a quiet howl. Her ears started to appear as well as her tail. She was transforming into her most dangerous form unlike her normal wolf. This form was rarely seen because she hid it inside. She started to become slightly bigger as she was starting to transform. She bared her teeth which were now like a wolf's and her tail swung behind her.

@Dark Light
" Wouldn't be the worst I've had happen to me."
She would say taking the vodka he had poured earlier. Tracing a finger over the lip of the cup before taking a drink of it.
"I try to keep it that way. A mystery," She would pause resting her head on her hand which lent against the bar." Keeps my self somewhat sane. I can't be like this 24/7" Her hair pushed back over her other shoulder as she sits. Crossing her legs as she adjusted herself to become comfortable.

@carla6677 the beast paused to redirect its attention to the sound of Tianna, it lets out an agitated huff and struts off out into the running river, in the direction of the waterfall.
The monster did not swim or float and instead him and the wolf soon vanish from sight under the water as the creek bed deepens.

@Song Book "This... this" he says gesturing to her body. "This is not a possession is it." The words where more statement of fact then a question.

"Well not by standard measures anyway, so... Who are you now? More importantly 'what' are you?"

@Dark Light
[color=0072599]" No, no no no. A demon wouldn't have the guts to try that. Im just, the confident and badass side of the same person. "[/color] She giggles to herself drinking another sip of the vodka. Her facing playing a childish smile. It did seem like she was a different side to the same person. She seems more playful that the shy other one. Though she did not show pain it was noticeable there was a newly scarred area on her arm. The darkness setting there more prominently then anywhere else on her skin.
" I actually have no idea what I am nor how this works. I don't have memory more than 9 years ago." Her voice seemed more genuine than before. Barely it seemed than before though. Her hair slowly started fading back to blonde. Starting at the roots. The shadows around her legs had already faded.

@Song Book
"Well let's find out!" He says and with a wave of his arm the dagger from earlier comes hurtling from the floor back at her, but unlike before it wasn't going to miss.

Already there was a dark glow within Valask's eyes as he muttered deliberate sweet soft fiery words in a chanting succession. The air suddenly growing heavy around him.

@Dark Light Aubrey was stationed behind the counter having seemingly taken over as bartender, he had ignored the wolf incident but he wasn't going to have some self-righteous paladin or cleric to hassle his costumers "No Fighting!" the bar hadn't let itself become repaired yet.

Mr.Devil
"the buck is up wi' aw 'at racket" Mr.Devil shouted as he walked downstairs, his guitar strapped firmly to his back, he sat down in-front of the counter right beside the girl @song book who was sitting a glass of vodka "Oy piggy, where's th' midgit?" Devil question while looking the girls ass

"Vacation" Aubrey grunted "is 'at so" Aubrey simply nodded not willing to give the devil anymore attention then needed "weel 'en i'll hae some troll whiskey" Mr.Devil pulled out a fist sized diamond from his pocket and placed it on the counter. Aubrey took the diamond and handed the devil his drink. Mr.Devil began chatting the girl up "weel whit sic' lovely hin' sic' as ye daein' here".

@Billsomething@Dark Light
One handed she would take another drink of the vodka. Turning to face the bartender. He other hand forming her claws which raises to protect her head from the dagger. The claws morphing together to form a barricade. The dagger than impales itself in the substance. the pointy end slowly being covered by the dark substance.
" Thank you Aubrey. I noticed you're against fighting. As why I took my business outside earlier."
She would state to the pig. the dagger falling from her claw, clattering against the ground. as it dissipates.