Saphira's Speakeasy

Rayan Doyle has arrived, coming from Besteden Boulevard.

Riska Verket has arrived, coming from Besteden Boulevard.

Kaden King has arrived, coming from Besteden Boulevard.

Kaden King has left the area, heading west into Besteden Boulevard.

Kaden King has arrived, coming from Besteden Boulevard.

Rayan slinked their way in, going beyond the hostess to a high-walled circular booth. It was one of many, intimately lit by a glowing blue crystal in the center of the table. They motioned Riska to slide her way in.

"Safe here. Turf," Rayan nodded to Kaden. The owner of this establishment was very high up in hi affiliations.b

Riska felt she could relax even just a little now that they had reached a safer location. Slinking down into the booth, her shoulders rolling back with a sigh of relief. Her crimson orbs looking to Rayan and Kaden, before looking aroudn the establishment curiously. One might think she was acting child like by how fidgety she was from trying to see strange and unfamiliar items at different angles. Everything here was so foreign. Riska still couldn't help but like this strange feeling. A mixture of excitement and anxiety. Her stomach knotting uncomfortably while her heart fluttered uncontrollably. The Ciguapa still had a lot to adjust to, it was a lot to take in.

"Safe here. Turf." Her eyes darted back to the two men and she calmed herself a little, as best she could. Riska thought she was familiar with modern technology. But the technology back in the mountains wasn't anything like what she saw here. Her red hues fixated on the glowing sapphire crystal in the middle of their table, watching it's glow dance against the objects around it. One might by able to finally notice more details on the Ciguapa. Like the strange swirls of black, tattoo like markings, that crept down from her neck to her shoulders, drapping down her chest and back. These markings played an important part of her peoples lives, they helped with their abilities and were a significant custom and symbol of their people. "What is this place exactly?" She finally spoke up, uncertain of the kind of building they had just entered.

Kaden sat down with them, suddenly bathed in the warm blue glow as he took a moment to examine his new companions. Rayan's feminine features seemed all the more central suddenly, and though Kaden was reasonably sure that Rayan was a male... He wasn't certain by any means. Kaden wasn't usually one to dwell on or care about such things and he didn't, except for the realization that perhaps he should be careful with how he addressed the biker-looking stranger.

He examined Riska next. The blue light accented the colour of her skin, reminding him somehow of art, and making her look like she belonged comfortably under that light far more than Rayan or Kaden ever would. Her crimson eyes stood out, so boldly that he was sure he would still see them even if he was to close his own - which were a deep, unnatural, supernatural blue. A thick ocean covering a void, and the opposite of hers.

Eventually he spoke up, following with his own question. "Who runs this place? Are we actually safe here?"

Before Rayan could provide an answer, a blue stiletto clicked down on the floor at the mouth of their booth. Immediately followed was a beautiful woman with long blue hair, in a deep blue velvet dress. Her dark bronze skin shimmered when it caught the light. She slowly postured her hands on her hips and slung a coy smile at Rayan before aiming it at Kaden.

"You're lookin' at her, honey! Now, what do these new friends of yours prefer to drink on?" Saphira looked from Kaden to Riska. Her smile turned a little tight lipped, but business was business. Saphira was all aware of the stigmas. She didn't agree with them, but had to secure her money in the same respect. Something about the color blue really had people in Kanderdam feeling one type of way or another. Saphira blamed the crystals.

Saphira was prepared to take their drink orders. She leaned up against the table a little too close to Rayan. Rayan finessed away the minuscule scroll she dropped in their lap. Why did she have to communicate like that, all fancy and complex? No matter that they were all secure beyond measure. Rayan rolled their eyes and excused themselves.

"Yeah, throw it on my tab- I gotta piss," As Rayan walked towards the bathrooms a rock hit their gut. The Package. The Errand. The job jacket reputation and that beautiful head Rayan had between the shoulders! He was in deep shit.