Jazzimoré's Story

It was around eleven o'clock at night.
The car (a black BMW E30 M3 Sport Evolution) sped through the streets, screeching around corners and swerving to avoid other drivers, pedestrians and lamp posts... before finally crashing into one with a sickening crunch! caused by a combination of exploding glass and twisting metal!
From inside the car, sounds of a struggle were audible. Frantic feline cries, coupled with more masculine and gruff curses, including, “Keep the bitch still!”
The hiss of the dying engine had barely subsided, when a the windshield shattered to the sound of gunshots and, seconds later, the car door was flung open... and a petite young woman fell out of it!
Well, she wasn't really a woman (or a human, for that matter!) but a humanoid cat being. A Snowshoe, to be exact. Dressed in ripped fishnet stockings, calf boots, a mini skirt (that left little to the imagination) and a pvc bask over a white blouse.
Clutching the weapon (a Desert Eagle 1911) in her once bleach white paws (now streaked with tar and gore) blood streaming from gashes on her lower lip, forehead and grazed elbows, she staggered to her feet, blearily making her way to the nearest bar, hoping to find a first aid kit and something to drink…

She pushed through the door and stumbled over to the bar, barely noticing anything (due to the fact that her vision had gone a bit blurry!)
Swaying a little, she leant against it in order to stop herself from falling over, placing the gun on the bar, with a clunk! as she did so; but not letting go of it.
Feeling something cold trickling down the side of her head, she reached up... and felt blood...
Where was the bartender?
She was starting to feel queasy...
“Um… excuse me?” She called, speaking with a slight French accent. “Can I get some… help…?”
And, with a dull thud, she passed out on the floor...

"Ugh. Again?" A middle-aged man got up from eating the house special, something called a Royal Flush Burger, and went over to examine the poor thing. "Someone call the PD, we have a car crash outside and someone mistook the bar for the hospital again. Better bring that with a side of ambulance."

Aki shouts in her usual happiness at everybody in the bar.

"HELLO!!! ehehe~ Are you all here to play in the snow too?"

Passing out can be a little unnerving.
Especially when you’re doing one thing one minute, and, the next, you're doing something completely different; with absolutely no idea of how you got to that point!
So… it was a rather confused looking feline that opened its eyes, only to find itself staring up a ceiling, a rather weathered looking gentleman with gray hair, and a sweet looking fairy.
Strangely… she found she was still holding the gun...

Her first thought was: “Bast! Please let it not be shock! I really don't need that today...!”
Then she heard the man (who sounded a bit annoyed) say something about an ambulance…
“Oh no! Not them!” she thought, and quickly sat up…
A little too quickly!
“Bast! I feel like roadkill!” She thought, holding her head.
“It's ok!” She said out loud, to anyone that might be listening, “I'm fine…!”
And to prove it, she stood up… only having to clutch the bar for a little support… “Ok... will be fine in a minute… maybe after I've had a drink and an aspirin… And a tissue, or something...?”

"Girl, stay the hell down. Everything I know so far says you were in a car crash. The fact that you can't stand up tells me that you might have taken blows to the head resulting in a concussion. That plus the possibility of other internal injuries means you need acetaminophen, not aspirin. And why the heck don't you want an ambulance?"

Kurt's tone of voice was getting more and more tense. This poor thing must have been knocked silly...he had to get her to comply. If she didn't want to be treated, that was her business, but he could at least try to stop letting her make it worse.

The bar door was thrust open despite the commotion going on outside.

Seven men, and two women strolled into the bar, every one of them wearing similar clothes. Drab grey BDUs, save for one of the women, who opted to leave her BDU Shirt off, revealing the olive drab tank top underneath.

They were loud, obnoxious, carrying on, and shouting in a language that sounded a lot like latin. One of the men swatted the other on the back with a loud clap, roaring with laughter at a crude joke another had made.

"In felis hac puellarum!" One of the men called out, pointing to the strange feline women. Two more laughed, exchanging vulgarities while the rest pulled tables, and chairs, then began to dole out hexagonal shaped cards.

The rowdy men, and women began to gather around the table, the sounds of cards shuffling, and alcohol being poured followed next.

The clink of square shaped gold, and silver coins hit the table next, and the group exchanged pleasantries.

"Hey more booze!" One called out in common. "We don't pay you to jack off, waiter!"

Aki covers her ears. Eri told her to never listen to people who talk like that. She moves closer to Spike as if for protection as she kept her ears plugged.

"Nnnn....Bad words...so loud..."

Spike simply watched as the tech con mercs showed up. Typicak short human behavior, Spike was so used to things back in Sacremento under Vitas leadership. Spike did her thing as Vitas rigfht hand, and the thugs, brainless as they were made sure the tasks were done as asked, sometimes the tasks were better than asked but even then

An eyebrow however was raised as Aki suddenly used one of Spikesd wings to hide behind at the loudness, and rather rudeness of the tech con group. Spike turned briefly then and leaned against the pillar near the table that Aiki had made snow angels on. As she did so, the pair of Swords of Eden were clearly visible. A pale green energy seemed to flow like mist off the hilts of the blades. Spike made no move other then to observe,. and keep herself between Aki and the group.

Spike raised a hand when Aki spoke, as if to quiet her, but the fact was it was to simply show she was there, if she neeeded a distraction at the very least Spike was right there.

A man stepped into view however, tall thin, dressed in strange clothing. Which included a hood, clearly oriental. Munkus wasnt expecting anyone other than his wife, or Misto, or his sister in law in that city or that bar, thankfully Misto and Griddlebone were.... somewhere nearby Munkus wasnt one to really focus on that a lot.

Seeing Jazz however had the Assassin's undevided attention. Seeing Kurt with her made him relax "Kurt." He saiud in greeting, a strong feline accent to his voice. Briefly he ignored the tech con mercs and focused his gaze on Jazzei. What was a Healer doing there ? Did Charry get drunk again ?

Did Misto do it ?

However seeing her condition, Munkus had a new question on his mind. What the hell happened ? So he asked it "Jazzei ? What in Bast's name haoppened to you ?" Of course Munkus had to not notice the sudxden crash outside the bar, they happened so much already he set his watch by them. Infact Jazz's crash was three minutes early

As the man was speaking, Jazzimoré had to consider that he may have had a point. Standing up had, indeed, been a bad idea. She ought to have known that! So, without a fuss, she did as she was told and sank back down again. In fact, it was quite nice down here really, on the slightly sticky floor, with her back against the bar and her knees pulled up to her chest. Almost nice enough to fall asleep on...
She looked up at the man and chuckled slightly, “You sound like a doctor!”
“Yes,” She thought. “Concussion sounds about accurate. Might want to add whiplash and psychological shock that... and… oh yes! A distal radius fracture! Great! Just great!”
Although, with that self diagnosis, she had to concede that she'd come off quite lightly really; considering she hadn't been wearing a seat belt at the time the crash happened! But, then again, the (now dead) man who had been trying to kill her at that same moment had probably acted a like an airbag… “The people who make cars ought to consider that…” she thought vaguely. But how would she know? She was a cat, not a mechanic!
She didn't even glance up when a rowdy bunch of soldiers stormed their way into the building; their voices almost deafening!
She hardly cared for them right now; even less for what they had to say about her (accept perhaps to mentally curse every single one of those retards for being so damn loud, and for making her headache ten times worse!)
And if she could just remember why she was here... “Have you got anything stronger?” She asked the man.

She must have faded out for a moment (or was it fifteen hours?) Because, when she opened her eyes again, someone was speaking to her. She gazed blearily up at whoever it was... Her nose detecting two individuals (amongst all the other smells it was picking up)… so why were her eyes telling her that there were four of them? Oh yeah! Concussion. Go figure!
She blinked a few times, hoping that would clear things. Thankfully, it did, to a certain degree. Now there were only two fuzzy images standing before her. One: the rather weathered looking gentleman with the gray hair, whom she overheard being addressed as Kurt. The other, a newcomer. A cat person like her, to be exact. Well, he looked a bit like her, anyway; accept that he was silver with tabby stripes, was dressed in strange, oriental attire and was considerably more imposing (especially from this angle!) He was also the one who was asking her something...
“Oh!” She thought, wondering how long they'd been trying to get her attention for? “I suppose I'd better answer... I don't want to seem impolite! Um… right… what are they asking me?”
He looked vaguely familiar; but couldn't quite put her finger on where she'd seen him before… “How does he know my name?”
“Have we met before?” she asked, narrowing her eyes so that she could focus on him better, suddenly very aware of how terrible she must have looked, judging by all the concerned looks that she was attracting. It made her want to shrink to the size of the pretty fairy. “Oh great! With extra helpings of great!” She groaned inwardly. “The day when I'm looking my worst, is the day when Prince Charming decides to show up!"

As Aki was so close to Spike, Spike would feel quite cold. Aki instinctively hugged spike, being cold to the touch as if her hands were made of ice. She seemed to take comfort in Spike moving to be in front of her.

"T-Thank you," was all she could say. She was quite scared.

The mercenaries continued their card game, getting louder, and rowdier with each passing moment. One even bragged about slaughtering an entire family back in the war. From his description, a former Aschen marine from the sounds of it.

Spike took a sip of her wine as she watched the soldiers, her ears visbliy twitching, well, they were putting her off her wine for sure. And scaring the poor faerie too by their words alone, more and more gristly. Spike's free hand removed from her sleeve a device, she typed a few things seemingly with one finger then put the thing away.

Finishing her wine Spike raised a finger for quiet towards Aki. Vitas was around somewhere, she always was. And just like that a barrier of a sort formed that only Aki and Spike could really see. Any sounds coming from the techcon soldiers were readily muffled into weird reallyu silly sounding gibberish.

"That should do it" Spike mused they could still see the techcon soldiers, that was fine, but anything they said until they came within the barrier came out only as hilarious gibberish that made zero sense. Something sure to perk up the faerie.

Over by Jazz and Munkus were everyone else. Munkus of course was more concerned of how the hell a healer of all people got through hte portal spell to land..... whereever the place was they were that had a bar. Of course Munkus had no idea why Jazz was even there to begin with, but what made him even more confused was why she was dressed like that, and holding a pistol. Munkus had his canesword threaded with htis tail holding it nicely "Medics wont be needed." Munkus said at last to Kurt as he ignored the tech con mercs, his attention locked on Jazzei. "But what will be needed I can handle with a first aid kit"

The Silver Tabby had no idea what Jazz was thinking, to some he was indeed Prince Charming, but he never saw himself like that. In truth if it wasnt for his wife, Tantomile, he'd be on the streets and kicked out of the brotherhood. But it took taking down the cat behind his fathers death that made things more.,... doable

"H-Huh? The bad men aren't...yelling? W-What's this thingy? Did you do it? Thank you miss!"

She sounded a little cheery, getting out of her scared state of mind. Didn't do shit to help her temperature though, she was still freezing cold.

"Uh...I'm not too cold, am I? Mommy says I can be very cold to other people when I'm near them. Hey, do you like snow?"

Jazzi didn't let the random (not to mention out of the blue and completely unhelpful!) comment inside her head show up on her face (A wonderful cat ability! And thank Bast for it! She didn't seem to have made many friends so far. It seemed in this city, if you were weak, you simply got eaten…!) In fact, as quickly as the thought arrived, it quickly departed, washed away by another wave of dizziness that hit her like a tsunami, her head feeling like it was made of lead!
Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the bar and whispered (hoping he could her over the din!) “Monsieur... I would love to answer your questions… but I'm not feeling too good right now… plus, it is a little noisy… and I don't really feel up for shouting...”
However, over the noise, her ears picked up the sound of a high pitched voice.
It sounded frightened!
And even though she felt like cat litter herself, she couldn't help but feel a spark of concern... so she lifted her head and looked over to where the little voice was coming from. “Oh no!” She thought. “Poor fairy!”
Luckily (and to her great relief!) she saw that the fairy was being comforted by a beautiful, but formidable looking, dark haired swordswoman; with the most beautiful wings that Jazzi could ever remember seeing… ::"Wow! Is THAT an ANGEL???"::
She made eye contact with her... “Is she alright?” She asked, meaning the fairy, suddenly overcome by feeling of inexplicable nostalgia. “Oh, how I miss my sword!” She thought.

"Forget your sword." Kurt seemed momentarily distracted by the already drunk soldiers. Looked like they were using Aschen coinage in their card game...better keep a wide berth. "We need to get you to a hospital so we can get you fixed up," he said to the feline victim. "There's one just down the street. If you don't want an ambulance, I can get you there."

Jazzi started to shiver, still clutching the Eagle as though her life depended on it (It had saved her life; therefore, she felt like she owed it something!) while her left arm flopped uselessly to the side, resting on a medium-sized handbag that was slung, loosely across her shoulders.
"But... They might find me!" She said worriedly.

"Well, it's either that or we take our chances with what they have available in some random dive bar, and who knows when they cleaned the floors last. I'm not gonna ask who's after you, I'll just say that the hospital has a full staff that's ready to protect your identity in case the wrong people come sniffing about. Besides, I don't trust those guys in the corner, I think one of them said something about your mom in Latin."

Munkus smirked, "Kurt, get that first aid kit in the kitchen would you ? Jazzei, please, allow me" Gently Munkus helped Jazzei over to a booth to sit down and he tended to her injuries as Kurt went for the first aid kit. Once she was seated Munkus asked the first question since he hadnt seen her since his home was destroyed all those years ago.

"Where have you been ?" It was a simple question sure, but it was also worth asking. It made sense actually. Sure he hadnt seen her in so long. Infact the last time he did see her since the fire was at the hospital. After that he kinda dropped off radar.

"I will be alright" Spike said to Aki concerning the cold. She didnt mind snow too much, not after four years in endless cold. How people could grow crops in tundra and harvest healthy weat and barely andf otherwise without issue didnt make sense to Spike in the first place, but Nirn was weird, creepy even. "It takes a long time to get used to the cold. This isnt too bad actually."

Spike then half smiled still watching the tech con mercs. Partly my doing yes, I requested to a friend of mine who has magical ability to create a barrier around me using magic." The barrier pattern Aki then could see quickly took the form of many shards of seemingly randomly shaped mirrors so intricately woven that not only did it briefly feel creepy at first at least, but it ended up absolutely beautiful.

In a means of things unless they stepped into the barrier to exit it, they'd end up within the Mirrors. A mirror dimenesion was a dangerous yet beautiful place. But for now it acted like a barrier to keep Aki from getting too freaked out and starting a blizzard

"Huwaaah? why is there all these mirrors, lady?"

Jazzi was about to answer Kurt, but the other guy cut him off! He seemed quite forceful, in fact. And before she knew it, he lifted her up like she was made of nothing more than polythene and placed her into a booth, out of the way (so at least she wouldn't get trodden on!)
She gave Kurt an apologetic look, but said with a note of finality, “Thank you, Moiseur, for your kindness... I will not forget it. But there is really no need to interrupt your meal. I'll be alright now. We cat people are tougher than we look! Please... The first aid kit, if you will? I just need something for my wrist… and, perhaps some steri strips?”
She didn't know how, but something was telling her that she was where she needed to be... and it had taken her so long to get here…!

She turned her attention back to the person who was trying to tend to her wounds, being surprisingly deft about it... if not particularly delicate…! “Ow, ow… Ow!” She winced. “Wait…! Just a minute…!”
She gently pushed him away so that she could get to her bag. She dumped the gun inside it, then took out her phone, snatching a quick glance at it, before throwing that back too. Next (still using one arm!) she rummaged around, until, at last, she pulled out a tourniquet. Not caring in the slightest about what anyone thought, she tightened it around her arm, before whipping out a needle and injecting something into her vein. Then shoved everything back in the bag and looked up as though nothing unusual had happened! But Bast! She felt better now! No more pain..! Didn't even feel cold anymore...!
“This is how He keeps us under his thumb,” she explained quietly, struggling to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “I'm trying to come off... slowly. If I don't take it, I start to convulse. That's not fun.” She managed a half smile and quickly changed the subject. “So? My Knight in Shining Armour speaks as though he knows me; though I have never seen him before in my life. Perhaps it might help if you told me your name, monsieur? Seeing as you seem to know mine.”

They didn't pay much attention to the purple robed woman at the moment, but a couple of them noticed her presence, especially as she walked into the bar.

The Mercenaries seemed too enamored in their card game, the sound of coins hitting the table continued, but one of the women sitting at the table bore a slight smirk, before taking a drag from her cigar, and blowing a ribbon of smoke all over the table.

She said something in her native language in a mocking tone after setting the cards down, and then there was a brief celebration as one of the older mercenaries scowled.

Tension rose to a fever pitch, the older man tossed the table over, spilling it's contents all over the bar. Alcohol, Aschen currency, cigars, and everything else on the table spilled in all directions. The woman followed up by lunging at the older male and striking him in the face.

A brief brawl ensued, but the other mercenaries were quick to break up the fight, while they argued in their native language. The woman, and the man were briefly restrained, and then let go.

He looked as though he was about to answer her... when there was yet another loud noise! Jazzi gave a quiet hiss of annoyance as her sensitive eardrums were unapologetically pulverized by the sudden eruption of shouts, crashes and the scraping of chairs…! “Aghh! What NOW!?”
Oh. A fight had broken out. Damnit! What was it with this place?!!! It was quieter in Flora!
She flashed the uncivilized brawlers a look of pure disdain (as only a cat can!) with her facial expression clearly stating, “Excuse me! I'm TRYING to have a conversation here, if you DON'T mind!”