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Rivera made sure she flattened her ears down into her hair and curled her tail around her waist beneath her shirt. That was the best she could do at humanizing her appearance. She wasn't in a good town, here they slayed demonics for just existing. But, she could do nothing about her purple eyes.

"Better just get a quick look and then get out. She sighed. She wasn't in the best of moods at the moment, so she headed towards the one thing that just might cheer her up. The tavern. A hush fell over the place as she entered and headed to the bar. The bar keep seemed flustered by her unatural purple eyes.

"I...um...ehem, what'll it be, miss?" He finally managed to get out, to which she replied,

"Pint of whiskey. Make it snappy and maybe I'll give you a decent tip."

He looked slightly agast. He usualy wasn't spoken to like that by young wemon. But, shrugging, he hurried to get her order.

As she was waiting, Rivera scowled at the key on her wrist. "Destiny...yeah right. The only thing I'm good at in this world is surviving. How the hell am I supposted to save it?"