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THE ART OF PLEASURING IS THE ART OF DECEPTION

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo

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Slight heels clacked against the front of the bar in a repetitive pattern, seated at the end of it without bothering anyone the exceed kept her gaze alerted, it was a warm building, the lights had been lit and the stage set with many of the townspeople already boasting reddened faces. Yokohama, it was a nice city, yet the closer one got to the violent waters the stronger the stenches of fish, seaweed and salt seemed to grow. Many of those who had passed her to find seats despite their high class presentation and appearance still seemed to be riddled with the smells of the sea. It was rather disgusting really. Painted nails flashed briefly neon blue as they dashed into a small pouch on her waistband, producing a folded sheet of paper Ambrosia scanned her eyes across the printed page, attached was a small note requesting her presence to meet the job partner here. After that magical circle business she figured that perhaps those she had to work with would be nice and complacent. 'A fang in your side' Honestly who created these, and did the imbecile thing that she needed to read all of the extra history and information that was attached. Only the note and first page of this information would actually help, honestly how do humans live. Scrunching the rest up she let a small whistle out, glare centred on the younger specimen behind the counter she shoved the ball of paper onto it's chest. "Dispose of this in the fire. Also I require a glass of chilled high quality milk or cream." After a few stutters the bartender said that the cream was only for the cooks, well that wouldn't do would it. Honestly all it took was digging her nails into the hand which was pinned to the top of the bar and it was nearly squealing like a pig. Well she couldn't blame it, the creature was only fodder.

There was another with the same guildmark nearby, although it was hidden by the decorative collar the Basilisk Fang snakes head still sat imprinted there. Perhaps with more time she would grow more apt at locating guildmates with the mark. Yet for now all there was to do was relax and sip at the cream so kindly provided by the shivering staff member to the side. Many of those who entered reeked of power and magic, it was not surprise yet hardly a single one of them came alone, a slight insult spoken under her breath "deodamnatus" How long was she expected to wait for some subspecies creature, did Ahote that dog think she was just some Lupa at their beck and call. Finishing off her drink, right, there were two ways this would go. Either the partner was already here and just relaxing or had yet to arrive.

Exasperation burst out in a sigh as she lept off the bar counter from where she sat, heels making a harsh silence, accompanied by such a gaze that conveyed negativity in its purest essence all but the rowdiest parties at the back fell into silence. "Alright which of you bastards is supposed to be with me when we go to remove the fang." It was probably not the smartest move, as a few smirks had crept across the odd face, yet with the cream having been such low quality she was in no flirtatious mood to dalliance with these men.

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THE ART OF PLEASURING IS THE ART OF DECEPTION

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo

The sudden slam sounded throughout the room, everything quietened as the door so recently released from its hinges allowed a chilling wind to gust through the bar. Her head spun, neon blue hues seeking out that which had entered in such a rough manner. It seemed to be rather energetic, not quite youthful yet there was a jolly feeling of pure positively which surrounded the mass. A bald head and rather eccentric way of dressing, a slight smile revealed her teeth, this could be a source of amusement perhaps? It spoke of removing a fang, a cryptic way of saying that both of them were at this place for the same reason.

Leaping off the bench her heels clattered to the ground with a slight spin. It was time, time to roll out of here leaving the livestock speechless as a partially grown woman would leave the room with some sort of walking fortress. Carefully dancing out of the room her gaze caught the hand, yes it had grabbed her ankle, yet everything seemed to be whole and undamaged. Amusing.

"See here's the thing, I haven't been here before yet so I don't want to just go and assassinate them, do you fancy having a stroll around. It would just be so boooring if we went straight to killing them."

With a stretch her nails reached the sky. Could this be refreshing?

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THE ART OF PLEASURING IS THE ART OF DECEPTION

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo

It thought it was a great idea as well! well it a simply wonderful to know that this human had a brain and used it, well this creature was some sort of preacher, going door to door and speaking of his god of plagues. Whilst she was not one for religion realizing that whatever gods or eternal being were out there they probably wouldn't waste their time with scum like two legged, one hearted, single minded homo sapiens. Epidemius oh what a name it rolled smoothly off the tongue and could be chopped up tiny into lots of little nicknames, Epi, Epidem, Demius. New friend? Oh he was adorable! So simply delightful, the pleasure that she would have with this one he seemed so rough around the edges yet it was almost as if in mannerisms he wore a suit and tie. A cackle, high pitched almost acidic or chemical in sound if it formed a colour it would have been a neon so bright it was undetectable. "You may call me Ms. Ambrosia! And I would adore it if you were to go preaching your faith, I would love to watch and join you if thats okay." the townspeople would surely appreciate such wonderful visitors.

A small garden wall nearby only a few bricks high lured her interests, a spark of excitement building up with a soft hum rustling in her throat. The purring sound almost musical as she lept up onto the small wall with a delightful grin. Spinning slightly it was reminiscent of a child, her energy simply leeching off her the woman danced across the stone work. "Hey, Epidemius lets go into this house here first!" it was a nice one, the wall got a little higher until it stood as tall as the door. Simple wood and a rather nice iron knocker surely the snack inside would please their humor. Feet light the feline acrobatics within her came forth, prancing up the wall as it got only higher, only softly resting herself at head height once she was seated on the pillar next to the wall. really now, what would this Epidemius have in offer for her! Neat shoes gave the door a double kick, knocking harshly to summon the pitiful residents to scrapped for every meal. "Epidemius come here. They'll open the door in a moment." Teeth bright their white sides glittered in the light, so what was a preacher of the god of plagues like? Would it be something to keep an eye on and enjoy. Or would he speak with a monotonous voice, as if some documentary narrator had possessed the man, simple minded close minded garbage who had nothing more to offer to the world than depriving those who mattered of persona space and clean air.

Was he some sort of preacher, like those ones that asked for money or food? standing there with a foot in the door keeping it open, forcing its occupants to listen to his salesman like words trying to sell away some old book which would just magically make the world a better place for the lower class species on the planet? Unless he was a charismatic one, a politician who lowered themselves to the level of those filthy preachers just clawing together what scraps of human they can to form a community.

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