"Two wizards walk into a bar..."

Typical bar commotion took place within the famous soul bar: A couple of men having too much to drink within its doors, bickering and arguing over pointless matters. There shouting and yelling was slurred.

As if on cue the bar door swung open, It’s creaking resonating throughout the room. The bar seemed to quiet with her entry. In the door way stood the figure of a buxom woman, her wooden sandals clattered against the floorboards of the tavern as she made her way Inside, followed by the ivory cloak drifting behind her; it coated her ample chest and the rest of her torso and arms leaving the hood down and her face revealed.  The woman seemed to be casual but refused to exchange a glance with anyone in the bar at the time, paying no mind to the scene that had been taking place beforehand. Roya slid out a stool from the counter top, perching her up on the seat or two or so chairs from the commotion.

The mage sighed putting a hand to her temple, having a killer headache. The result of a day running jobs for people just to make the extra Jewel. She whistled shortly, the trembling service man behind the counter rushing to her service, intimidated by the stranger. “Get me something strong, I don’t care.” She stated, sliding a bandage clad hand out from beneath her cloak and laying down a few paper jewel bills down on the counter.  All the clerk could do was nod, moving to make the woman her drink.

Silently, The mage caught her glass as the bartender slid it down the counter towards her. “Do me a favor, go entertain yourself will you.” She grunted, narrowing her green eyes in his direction. “Joke? Tryin to be funny, hmn?” Roya murmured distastefully, raising her drink to her lips. She sighed, setting down her drink to rub her head. This Yugi guys just kept talking and talking. “The heat doesn’t bother me.” She explained boredly.  Roya grew up in Desierto after all that place was literally a giant desert, not to mention Roya possessed flame magic, it would be useless to her if she couldn’t handle some heat once in a while. She removed her gaze from the man, staring at her drink instead. “I’m pretty unencouraged to take anything off, don’t need you people ogling at my figure anyways.” The criminal growled, sipping her drink, refusing to look at the man beside her. Annoyed, a wisp of white flame sparked from her hand briefly, diminishing within the next second. Roya lacked the patience for anything, especially people. If she could have the world all to herself she certainly would.

Roya glared down at the rose in her hand. This guy was pretty aggravating but this magic craft sparked a bit of curiosity in her. 'Another flame user hmn...' She thought, the flower dissipating in her hands on its own eventually. She sighed, shaking her head. There had to be 100 or so other flame users in Fiore why should this one interest her. 

The mage cocouldn't help but get the idea that this guy was hitting on her, causing the girl to turn back to her drink with a sigh. She released a “Tsk” of distaste at his apology. Roya returned to her alcohol, taking a long drink. She coughed, nearly choking on the beverage as he asked her name. Slamming her glass down against the counter she regained her composure, hesitant to tell Yugi what he wanted. She sighed. “Roya, now can you leave me be.” She grunted, gripping her drink tightly, very tightly, a crack forming at the top of the glass due to her grip.  Another white spark ignited at her forehead, then two black ones cracking after followed by silver, each dissipating as quickly as they appeared.

“You see a ring jackass? ” She growled, raising one hand. Roya narrowed her eyes, The Yugi guy turning to the bartender for a moment. It was then that the bartender left and returned with two entire trays of shots.

Roya merely disregarded the bartender’s comment regarding the man’s affiliation with the chairman. Roya hadn’t been in Fiore all that long, 2 years or so. She didn’t care pay attention to the council or anything or who did what; she neither had nor wanted anything to do with that crap. “Hmn…Sure this guys an asshole but I can’t deny free drinks.” Roya shrugged, suppressing a grin as she looked at the tray of multi colored glasses.

She chuckled devilishly at the man’s taunt and so the drinking match began, Roya tasting a glimmering magenta shot for herself.

Over a dozen shots later the mage hiccuped once, smirking and closing her eyes confidentially as he stared at her emptied shot glasses with surprise. Roya rested her head on the counter. It was then that Yugi moved in for an attack. She bolted up with the sudden assault of air in her ear and tipped out of her stool, smashing into the bar’s floor with her face. Ultimately, she was left, growling and groaning into the floor, Yugi obnoxiously laughing in the background.



She dug her nails into the floorboards and pulled herself up from the ground, silver flame burning around her hand. Roy struggled to heft herself up slowly, doing it one handed. Color had flushed to her face from the shots, making it hard to take her death stare with Yugi seriously. Figuring out a way backs onto her feet, she closed in on him, gritting her teeth. “W-What the hell was that for?!” she stammered, scooping him up lifting him in the air by his neck, holding his weight one handed with ease.

Roya moved to push away as Yugi caught her by the waist, but before she could he had caught and lifted her into the air, dropping her on his shoulder. She was scared she would lose her balance from him setting her onto his shoulders--- But he only perched her on one, the side where she had had her arm. H-Had he figured out she was missing that limb? She tried to hid it, hoping she hadn’t made it that obvious… the mage wasn't sure if it was the alcohol settling in or what but she didn’t have the urge to kill this guy anymore--- or be as much of a hostile bitch at least. It wasnt an overstatement to say she felt like a polar opposite.

She stumbled one he let her back down to her feet, holding the counter, blinking dumbly as if to readjust.

The Monochrome Flame user stared stupidly as he swiped her by the waist again holding her to him as he pulled her back to the bar. Blinking, she tried to decide which drink she wanted, her train of thought crashing when he started talking again.

Roya held a surprised, innocent  gaze with him, registering his promise in her head, what was causing her to be so sentimental all of the sudden, and why did she feel so warm—It had to of been something in those shots. She always seemed more passionate and decent inside when she was buzzed. A wise man once said that alcohol brings out the truth in people.

Normally she wouldn’t even consider going anywhere with this creep, but her guard was down and she didn’t stick to the same behavior. Instead of convincing herself it wasn’t worth her time she laughed inside asking herself what was the worst that could happen.

He reminded her that he would treat her to a bottle of whatever she liked. She pointed to a blue one, remembering its sparkling raspberry taste, The bartender handing it over as Yugi paid.

She allowed the stranger to lead her out of the bar, stumbling stupidly. As he lead her out to that apartment he talked about she looked down at the bow clad bottle in her hands, mouth curving into a stupid grin as she looked at the thing. It was all hers and it hadn’t cost her a cent. She couldn’t remember the last time she had the funds to get buzzed up like this. He took care of the bottle, carrying it for her under his arm. Perhaps it was the drunk blush, but her expression seemed less sharp, less intimidating and hostile. She laughed to herself for no reason in particular, maybe it was just a response to the fuzzy feeling in her head. "Neon sign?" she blinked, never hearing such a thing. Walking close to Yugi, she reached a pothole in the dirt road, sending her back first into the ground yet again.

Roya kept her cloak over her body and no existent arm protectively as she laid on her back across the road. She reached up a flat palm, her body language saying 'stop' “E-Eh. D-Don’t.” She slurred before he could attempt to pick the girl back up. “Don’t freakin' touch me, I got it okay--” Roya insisted shakily and un-confidently, her voice lacking the hostile and cold edge it had before she drank. It was a difficult enough task when she was sober and on even terrain. Now she was practically just rolling around in the dirt, having a hard time yet again to steady herself enough to get back up from her knees one handed. Stumbling back down onto her face when she tried to graduate to her feet.

She hadn't wanted her to help her up, but there was no way she could get back to standing at that rate, he helped her, the two leaning on each other for balance as they staggered down towards his apartment. With much effort they made it, Roya looking around with awe as they stepped in.“Ha wow.” She whispered impressed, stepping around and making herself at home the best as she could, laying her wooden sandals by the door by his shoes in case there was a policy of some sort.

The noise of television hit her ears as he let on the TV, She blinked at the screen, and thankfully the volume was low. Roya wasn’t too sure She wanted Yugi to see what was going on on the screen. 'Home combusts into silver flame, burns down!' was captioned at the bottom of the screen, a picture of what was left of the structure, a blackened charred mess sitting on the screen beside the reporter. According to the broadcast in the background the same thing had happen numerous times the past two years, begging in Desierto, migrating and increasing within Fiore. Pretending to have a headache and bothered by the additional noise she turned the thing off silently.

Roya followed him out to the balcony, anxious to see the view he had talked so much about. Her eyes seemed to light up like a little kids as she leaned on the railing, looking over the landscape. She had never seen something so pretty and not had the urge to burn it to the ground. Drunk, her pyromania and hostility didn’t seem to exist.

Then, Yugi had taken her hand, moving into her, staring down at the girl, intentionally keeping his and her body close. They both stared, tension rising between the two until Yugi moved in, laying his lips against hers suddenly. Gripping his side, the monochrome mage deepened her mouth into his, holding the kiss. It was a short lived moment but it was pleasant. Gazing up at him as he separated from the warmth of her mouth, she bit her lip.. Had she been sober, Roya would have burned this guy to a crisp or thrown him off the balcony right then. However she wasn’t sober at all.

He let go of her suddenly, inviting her to pop open the bottle. She blinked, re adjusting as she took the thing into her hands, trying to pop it over the balcony

Ultimately, she failed to open the thing one handed; nearly dropping it of the edge a couple of times before Yugi stepped in. She knocked her glass against his with the cheers, downing yet another serving of poison.

Yugi opened his mouth to speak, trailing off instead of finishing his statement. Roya saw the way he looked at her, and stared at him the same way. It was as if cupid had shot them both in the face, but no that was too poetic… Really, they both just had to much booze. “Hmn, You said something?” She blinked, drunk blush sticking to her features as she moved towards him.  Roya reached out from beneath her cloak, holding as she held his jaw and pulling him down towards her she melded her lips into his again, kissing hungrily, savoring the taste of alcohol in his mouth. A civilian whistled up at the two on the balcony, standing below and among the glimmering city. Roya instead continued, ignoring the intrusion.

Roya blinked her eyes open slowly, sunlight bleeding through the blinds, the scent of bacon wafting to her nose. Seemed like a pretty average morning. Only... Roya lived alone-- and she couldn't of made breakfast in her sleep...

"?!" She bolted up in the bed, body buried beneath the sea of ebony covers, holding her head as it pounded, the result of a major headache and hangover. Eyes beaming wide, Roya glanced beneath the covers, going pale. She threw the covers up over her, putting her feet on the floor. The wizard searched for her retrieved her clothes from the floor, pulling them over her nude body single handedly, fuming with anger and cursing under her breath as she did so. She found her cloak on the ground, throwing it over her shoulders. The mage laced her bandages through her hair, which was left a mess from their night together. Once fully dressed again she took a long breath…. 


“YUGIIIIIII!!!”  She yelled at the top of her lungs, hostile intent in her tone, the whole apartment seeming to shake with her roaring. Forcing open the door she stormed out of the bedroom until she found him in the kitchen. “What. The. Actual. Fucking. Hell. Did. You. Do.” She growled at the man at the stove, holding an empty bottle in her hands, left on the night table. Black flames danced from her fists, and the corners of her eyes. The mage standing there vexing at him, baring her teeth.

“I woke up naked in a stranger's bed, I think I’ve got the right to yell in this situation. We were both were drinking okay dammit—So don’t try to blame me,  jackass.” Roya growled.

He warned her to not swing at him, To be honest  the mage was tempted to do it now that he brought it up, smash the bottle right over his head and be done with it. But now—Now wasn’t the time for that kinda nonsense. She set it down on the counter with aggravation. “Okay fine.” She hissed, looking the man over as they both stood in thought for a moment

The brigand would not admit it but it was one of the best nights she had had in a long time, The problem was that it was something that she wouldn’t of done in the first place. All she could do was pray that they weren't stupid enough to forget the protection.

Roya caught him glance at her mounds, pitching a tent beneath his boxers. Color rushed to her face, remembering how supplied he was in that department as he stormed past her to get himself dressed.

The pyro was still in the same place when he returned, leaning against the marble counter bored and impatiently before bulling up a chair at the table with him.


Roya glared, the man sitting in front of her giving her the silent treatment as he ate. She turned away stubbornly, the food in front of her quickly combusting in a silver flame, everything including the plate charred in an instant and wafting off into the air into a cloud of dust and smoke. “Didn’t come to join you for the breakfast unfortunately and I’m not leaving either.  You got into my pants too you know and I know nothing about you. --It would be the gentlemen thing to tell me a thing or two about yourself first, Mr. Sparrow.” She began. “If I hadn’t had as much to drink you probably wouldn’t of seen this." she explained, letting her cloak slide to the floor and off of her torso. She wasn’t referring to her chest, he’d seen that too obviously but that’s not what she was talking about. Her arm situation was the one she was concerned about, what was left of her right arm was merely a bandaged shoulder, Her left bearing an odd tattoo. “You’ve got one of my little secrets, how about a compromise. Care share one of yours?” She glared, narrowing her emerald irises at the man across the table.

Roya listened intently as Yugi explained everything. Well, almost everything. Roya identified a few of the things he had left out, glancing at his wanted poster ans skimming the text below it. Her attitude seemed to change around the man, perhaps she was just warming up a bit or maybe it was the suden news of his own criminal record that made her find a sudden fondness in the man. “Ask me whatever you see fit, from what I can tell were both horrible people. Good to know there will at least be one attractive person in hell.” She smirked, opening an eye at him as she laid the wanted poster back down in front of him. “I know about Era, The black dragon.” She said, suppressing a laugh. How many women could say they slept with the mastermind behind Era and Acnologia’s sudden appearance? Hopefully not many. The mage didn’t wait for a reaction before retrieving proof of her own infamity.

She un-creased a wanted parchment, laying it on the table on top of his, this one fa more recent then his own “Desierto Terrorist” The wanted sheet didn't provide a mug shot like his, she’d been among the infamous ranks for two years now and no one had caught her yet. As a substitute the sheet had a blurry image of a womanly cloaked figure, seeming to be darting off in the opposite direction the photograph was taken, one arm was exposed from beneath the fabric, corner of an arm tattoo visible.

She swiped the television remote from the edge of the table directing it behind her towards the screen. She switched it back on, flipping to news channel 26, the one that favored the terrorist the most. According to the broadcast her most recent activity, Joined by a raven haired Tartarus mage, included the spontaneous combustion of a café in Hargeon, 19 dead, 3 critically injured including men, women, and soldiers alike. Security footage displayed on the screen, the hooded figure and boy busting out through the cafes window after burning numerous men alive inside. The café suddenly combusted into a silver flame as Rune Knights darted by the building after the two, caught in the explosion, left to be burned alive as well as anyone else still inside. With that, she flipped off the television.


Hopefully Yugi wouldn’t be the type to turn her in, the reward on her was quite tempting… dead or alive. She stared up at the man, watching his expression darkly. “Questions, anything at all?...” she murmured, resting her chin in her bandage clad hand comfortably, her eyes narrowly staring back at him.

“Redeeming yourself?” Roya tried not to laugh. “You’re the one that destroyed Era, ended uncountable lives. How can you come back from that, expect the people to forgive you even? Allot of people probably want you dead after that.” She stated obviously, suppressing a smirk due to the seriousness in his words. She merely lifted an eyebrow at him, blinking in his direction, exchanging a glance with the wanted posters once.

He paused in thought, Murmuring something beneath his breath which the terrorist failed to catch. She watched him, Waiting for a reply of any sorts… until--


Her eyes widened with his words, heart thumping against her rib cage. “You can’t.” She said with a shortness, dark tone welded to her words. Gripping the table single-handedley, She bolted up from her seat to stand. If he was able to do something to restore her limb... she could see it just now. Roya had tried to do it on her own before, restore her arm with the use of magic. Every time came the same result.. The replacement combusted by her own flame suddenly, burned away as suddenly as it appeared, deducted back to ashes... She didn't that to happen again, in front of another watching. Roya didn’t think he understood that she made the choice to give her arm away, that’s how desperate she was for power… “Do not taunt me.-- You don’t know of a way, not for this.” She grimaced. It was different. A right arm dind not belong to her anymore, not ever.