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This is where Sol Street and Lady Une Drive intersect.
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Sol Avenue and Lady Une Drive

This is where Sol Street and Lady Une Drive intersect.

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Sol Avenue and Lady Une Drive is a part of Wing City.

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Beibhinn [84] A young female Harpy who races to survive and loves every minute of it.
Lucifer Fortuna [80] Life is an ocean, flowing with money and greed, and people draw borders, lines on maps we don't need.
Kvan Skyheart [27] My magical powers let me do what everyone in the Wind Country wants...To fly without anything but yourself.
Paul Onasi [23] "You can run from fate but never get that far for in the end it will find you for this is who you are."
Paul Sanderson [6] Rider on the storm.
Lamonticus Vanshayal [3] The birds and the bees grew wise to the lies; so they took to the trees, and took to the skies.
Harmony Lauret [1] Half breed searching for something....
Samuel, Drake [1] Human

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Beibhinn's sharp eyes shot to his, eyes full of anticipation. That look like she was about to take flight, the expression she took just before a race...She began to trembled throughout his words, her face twitching as she tried to settle on a single emotion. The corners of her lips curled up slightly and her eyes hardened as she clung to her absolute deepest spite. "You'll keep your mangled talons away from my daughter," she spat, jolting back as soon as the words had left her mouth. He'd trapped her again. Into an admission. She gasped sharply and let out a shaky scoff.

"I don't want to watch anything." Harsh, but her tone soon broke again. "Please...just...leave me alone..." she whispered, folding herself up and covering her face and body with her wings.

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"No, that won't be happening? The leaving ye alone part. Yer child, well, that remains to be seen. If ye clean up ye act, I'll do as ye say. But, well, if a judge were ta hear that a mother, a minor, addicted to drugs was giving birth to a prostitution babe, with no home or no job, than perhaps her own legal guardian would be better to raise the child, hmmm?" Luci knew what he was saying, and better yet, he knew how'd she react. Anger or intense withdraw from reality. He was counting on either.

The television would only blare out the weather forecast, the images of the screen reflecting off of the ex-pirate's eyes with their LCD glare. "However, like I said, that only be if ye don't get ye act together. I knew there not be many harpies left, and if the babe is only half, its still very important to ye species. And more so to its own dear mum, or be I swimming up the wrong stream?" Truth was, once more, none of this was a lie. He fully planned on helping her get better, in every sense of the word, just so she could take care of the babe on her own of course. He'd even help. But damned be it if someone who was his child on paper would become...this.

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Beibhinn continued to shake, letting out a screech at his threat before falling silent in her little ball of feathers. She waited until he'd finished speaking before whispering again. "Leave me alooone...Leave me alone, please..." Her talons clenched as she grew more upset at the seeds of doubt he'd planted in her. They clawed at her head and neck, small droplets of blood beginning to spring up at the tips of them.

"I don't want to see you, I don't want to see him, I don't want to see anyone!" she screeched in one of her higher octaves, the mohawk at the back of her head raising as she continued to dig at herself. "Why can't I be left alone?!"

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He turned to look at her, one eye brow raised by the slightest angle. "Because. Believe it or not, I be rather fond of ye. In me own way. In one life, ye were my best friend and business partner. In this life, ye be more of a...estranged child, but me child none the less. Though I must admit, with how ye turned out, I didn't do so great. Harb as well, though he seems to have turned around a wee bit. Listens to his captain and he's prospered." Luci cleared his throat, as so many monologues were unkind to the vocal chords.

"Now, be that as it may, ye only be me child, legally, for another year or so, give or take a few months. However, I don't want to leave ye empty handed, especially not for the wee babe. So, since ye been down here, I set up a little plan." Menacing to her no doubt. The word, plan. "If ye get clean, clean for a year, and the babe be healthy and happy with ye, there be what they call a trust fund for the child. Your daughter, but me not sure how ye know that. Roughly...four million credits a year, with a fifteen percent interest while they be a minor. It drops to eight when they be big and strong and ready to leave ye nest. Me accountant said it'll be close to one hundred and twenty five million by the time they turn eighteen. I am not doing this as charity, nor as pity. And ye will take this money for the child. This is the one thing I have ever offered ye with no strings attached that weren't all positive for ye. Ye get healthy, the child is safe and secure for life, and you two live happy. This not be a pull at forgiveness, I know I never be getting that nor do I ask for it. I have no regrets for how I ever treated ye except for this current stage." He stood, walking over to the TV, tapping it with his cane head. "Are we clear as water, Beibhinn? You will be taking this money and I will not be asking for a single thing in return from ye. Clear?"

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Beibhinn slowly let her talons fall from her, her wings drifting back to her sides as she simply listened to him. She spent most of her life listening to others, so really she never had a choice to butt in. She was too used to waiting for the pause, the time to talk. But when it came this time, she didn't know how she was could respond. No words came quickly to her tongue, just doubts and desperate attempts to unravel what his master scheme had to be. How he was trapping her and her daughter even further in his web...So she said the only thing she could think of.

"Harpies are mostly female..." she whispered quietly. "Momma said...that that's why we're almost extinct. Too many women flapping around, but none giving birth to males...Something about the...genetic makeup..." She swallowed hard. "That's how I know. That I'll have a daughter."

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"And I hope ye be right about it, Beib, I truly do. Daughters are wonderful to have. Even if the parents is not so good." A touch of genuine sentiment behind that one. "But me be sticking to me word on this one. You kick the junk. Get back into shape. Eat and drink well. See a shrink, of ye own choosing, and the babe makes it to a year old, I be giving away a good part of me fortune to her. Not ye, but to her. And you'll be having primary control of the trust once ye be clean for five years. Meaning I can only put the money in. Not take it out. Its all already set up, papers and all." Finally, he settled on a nature show before sitting back down, scooting the chair closer to her, but making no other physical move towards the harpy.

"Ye don't trust me. Ye have the right of be that way, and I'd call ye stupid if ye did put any ounce of belief in me before this. Or after. But this moment alone is the only time I ever been, or will be, honest with ye. Its foul really, I hate honesty and made it me life's work to always resist it. But I be owing ye this much." He patted her wing, not lingering, and very gentle. "And if ye be wondering, the guard ye mauled will make it. Lots of surgery, but me men have a helluva medical package. Told his family he be protecting ye from a pack of dogs."

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Beibhinn shrunk back from him slightly, her mind still buzzing away at her. She wished she'd had a mind that could pick apart his ploys, his trick, and his traps. She wanted desperately to be able to know what his intentions really were, at any moment. She could never keep up, though. Every time she ever thought she'd gotten ahead of him, she'd been wrong. Her defenses were wearing thin again...and she was too tired to fight.

"It doesn't matter...Mr. Fortuna. It doesn't matter if tell the truth or if you lie to me...Either way, you end up in control, don't you?" She let out a haggard sigh as she curled up on the bed, her head tilted into the pillow at an angle so she could watch the television. Nature shows were her weakness...since she'd never step foot out of the constructed landscape of Wing City. "Just...tell him I'm sorry...as if it means anything."

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"No. I not be in control after the babe turns...five, if ye stay clean. The only way I remain in control this time is if you let me." He got close to her, though thankfully not touching her this time. "You have a chance to take control away from me, Beib. Will ye take it?" It wasn't so much a question as a demand. He wanted her to win, because he wanted to be proud of her again. It was the selfish side of this deal. Her success would ease his own sense of guilt, one of few he'd ever had, few enough to count on his fingers. Even the murder of his own parents and the sacking of his home island had never crossed his mind as anything other than plunder, but this Beib failing on him, two in a row, was unacceptable.

"And ye can tell him yeself. I tried to stop him from coming home til ye got better, and I tried me best to make sure he didn't come home at all, not now, but he's determined, and I respect him enough as me own family to let him do this. Ye will meet, but if he upsets ye, the guards will remove him."

On the television, a large hawk was shown taking a dove unaware from the air, its face sticky with blood and plumage. Check mate.

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Beibhinn didn't respond to him at first, she knew it wasn't something he wanted a simple verbal answer to. He expected her to do something about it, to take on the challenge. She fidgeted slightly under his scrutiny, but kept her eyes stuck to the television screen as much as she could manage. She sighed softly as a talon sunk into the mattress, expressing her apprehension for the moment to come.

"I'm tired, Mr. Fortuna." Her voice was soft, innocent, almost the same tone she'd once used constantly when she was just three years younger.

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"Then, in that case, I be takin' me leave. I spent more time down here than I meant to anyway." He stood, adjusting his three piece suit with a deft hand, placing the remote on her bed. "Let me know ye thoughts on the subject later. I have a few board meetings today, so I be out of the house til after dinner. It be good to have ye home and safe, Beibhinn. I have missed ye laughter, rare as it was." He felt himself pat her plume, the way they had when they'd both first met, back when it was all a clean slate.

"Get some rest for ye and the little one. Page the nurses if anything is wrong, and if ye need it, here." Luci pulled a small, out-dated flip phone from his pocket, sitting it on her night stand. "It has me own number, personal and offices, and ye can add a few of yer owns later on if ye wish. Holds up to five, not counting mine, and ye can't delete me own either." And once more, he left her. This time the door did not lock behind him.

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Beibhinn sat quietly for a long while, as the broken clock ticked yet didn't move. Her eyes glued to the screen before she finally clicked it off and set the remote onto the night stand next to the phone. Her taloned hand drifted down to her midsection as her eyes filled with tears again. "I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I don't know what to do anymore..." She bit her lip and slowly shook her head. "Actually, I never really have...have I? You've a mess for...a momma..." She pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep. Dreams could still be her escape...

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Small shadows danced across the cream-y colored marble floor as leaves fell slowly from the trees outside the large bedroom. Beibhinn sat silently, curled up into the window seat with a soft throw blanket as she simply watched little birds flit about on their way through the city in their migration. One talon anxiously rubbed at the gold gilded fixings of the seat and the other lay limply on her now-slightly-swollen stomach under the covers. She fidgeted and bite at her lip, the mohawk at the back of her head raising and lowering and she fought a mental battle with herself. She was desperate to leave. More than desperate, she neededto leave...but she couldn't, not for fear of harm for what grew inside her...She was still in her first trimester, still in danger. The natural anxieties of motherhood were twisted up with her withdrawal and she was in a constant emotional flux. For the moment...she was simply tired and hungry.

She motioned to one of the maids who kept near her almost constantly and made a request for more food. Whatever healthy foods the chef could prepare. She tried to make it a kind request, but her voiced came out strained and irritable. The maid turned on the radio to soft, soothing music that Beibhinn usually listened to before hurrying out the large, gold ornamented door. Beibhinn simply curled up into herself again, trying to bury herself and her worries under the throw.

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There was a knock at the door, and then without an answer, a tall, rail thin, white haired woman who seemed impossibly old came in the door. Dressed in a purple three piece suit, she seemed the stereotype of a modern business woman who never started to build a nest of her own. She looked the harpy up and down, and then in a crisp voice that seemed far too young for her elderly frame. "You're looking well, Ms. Fortuna. Or would you rather have me call you Beibhinn, as I understand you have some...complications...with my employer." It wasn't so much a question as an assumption.

"I'm here to make sure you're being taken care of. Medical check ups, birthing classes, things of that nature. I'll be your personal assistant, and your...rehab coach." She paused to let it sink in. "You can't dismiss...fire...me, but you can send me away for a period of up to twenty four hours. Otherwise, I am at your beck and call. Also, Mr. Fortuna hopes you have settled in well." She stood there, towering and frosty. Something about the way she stood made it obvious this wasn't her normal job, or even close to it.

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Beibhinn didn't turn at first, as she was expecting the maid to come back with her meal. However, when the sharp voice of a stranger reached her ears, she jumped a little and fixed the woman with a suspicious glare through tired, baggy eyes. "If Mr. Fortuna wishes to express such sentiments, he should do it to my face." She swallowed her irritation and turned her face partially away from the woman, trying to get her emotions back in check. "Fine...but do you know anything about harpy physi...psy...anatomy?" She hadn't had real, formal education, but she still tried to fish around for more accurate terminology. This attempt left her biting at her tongue in frustration.

As her previous adopted mother had once told her, their species were practically extinct. Doctors, nutritionists, even something as simple as masseuses who understood enough about harpies to do an adequate job were far and few between. She'd grown distrustful of some of her trainers, who treated her like a common bird or even a human and yielded poor results in their work. This made her no more comfortable than those situations. Her claws clacked at the gilded window seat as she grew more paranoid of the woman's help or -- as Beibhinn saw it -- hindrance.

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"Physiology? Plenty enough to make sure your doctors, when the time comes, do not botch anything up." The woman stiffened her shoulders, adjusting her posture. "As for your adoptive father, he was indisposed today. He's overseeing a rather high stakes race at the track today. He had wished to invite you but I advised against it." She then reached into her pocket and began to fiddle with some form of tablet. "You are starting your prenatal vitamins tomorrow, and yes, they're meant for harpies. Mr. Fortuna had them flown in from some country on the other side of Terra. Very expensive." A pause as the woman looked her over with sharp, piercing, cold eyes the color of dirty ice.

"Its all for the good of your child, and yourself, of course. Which is Mr. Fortuna's prime concern. Also, he wanted me to ask if you if you'd like to pick out a set of clothes of your choice, for the dinner tomorrow night. Mr. Fortuna's son arrives at 5:00pm sharp, and if you'd like to show yourself, Lucifer would prefer for you to look your best, but he leaves the decision up to you."

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Beibhinn's eyes slowly drifted back towards the window and she readjusted back into a comfortable position as she half-listened to the woman speak. Like almost all the people Lucifer had hired to work around the house, she was distant and surgical in the way she spoke. The way she addressed Beibhinn. Beibhinn simply let out a sigh, her stomach turning slightly and her eyes drooping she didn't want to think about things like..."Mr. Fortuna's son." He was last person she wanted to think about, let alone see. However, she was growing more and more agitated, sitting in her room all day. She desperately wanted a distraction, something to do with herself.

"Alright...I guess I'll pick out something..." she replied softly, trying to muster up enough energy to apply herself to the task. The morning sickness woke her up early and the cravings and paranoia kept her awake.g

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"Like my employer stated, it's your choice on your appearance and or attendance." Another round of tapping on the tablet as the woman moved across the room. "And Mr. Fortuna's limousine has just arrived on the property. He'll be stopping in soon enough, and then I'll be taking my leave. I hope our relationship is a pleasant one Beibhinn, and, in case you were wondering, you may call me Mrs. Noonan. Or, Josephine, if you prefer."

Then, there was a knock at the door, before Beib could reply to the small act of humanity, and in stepped a mildly drunk Lucifer, a crazy look in his eyes, nodding rapidly from the woman to the door, ushering her to leave, and quickly she did. Today, he seemed to be favoring a fashion sense that favored his sea-faring days. Black and white frilled shirt with cuffs. Brightly colored, non-matching red and gold frilled pants and high, thumping, leather boots, and large brim hat on his head, and a wonderfully ridiculous petticoat, even more golden than his pantaloons. Probably made from cloth of gold. "Hello there m'daughter. How be this day treating you?" He swayed, moving towards her window and throwing it wide open with a flourish, circling around the room and doing the same to every single one.

"Feel the breeze m'dear. Smell the air. Tis a good day."

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Beibhinn had opened her mouth to say her goodbyes to Mrs. Noonan, but her mouth quickly snapped shut again as Lucifer strolled into the room in his crazy manner. Beibhinn closed her eyes tightly and swallowed hard as he approached, but she could smell the alcohol on him as he moved over her to open the window. She stared after him with a concerned, delicate look. Almost as if she was about to burst into tears. So many emotions were stirring around in her head, but she had absolutely no resolve for facing Lucifer today. Not at all.

Beibhinn pulled the throw blanket tighter around her frail form, trying not to shiver as the chill autumn air blew into her room. "Hello, Mr. Fortuna..." she replied softly, trying to keep her eyes at the floor.

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"Is that all ye can say, darlin'? I must admit, a wee bit disappointed be I. Me bet on racer didn't even finish third today, and now me own estranged daughter can barely look at me." A sniffle of disgust. "Can't be claimin' I be surprised. Nah, not this old sea dog." The cool breeze did wonders to help clear his head, even if it was just a bit. The crow feet around his eyes pinched in on themselves harshly as he squinted against the harsh day's light. He'd spent most of it in his personal watch box, his crow's nest, watching the event. He'd give mostly anything to see Beib out there again, but the likeliness of that ever happening was slim, non-existent, imaginary. No, he wouldn't like it, but Lucifer accepted it for now. No sense fighting her on it even, not with the baby coming around. Maybe later.

"I be trustin' that Noonan delivered me news to ye? Me heir makes portfall on the morrow and there be a sort of...party to welcome him back. He's matured real nice, and I'll be trusting him with the keys to one of me gambling dens, the real big one. I be getting to old to run the whole show by meself anymore." He turned his head to stare at her, the purple avian on his shoulder squawking loudly in his ear, its thrill cry mis-matching the small, faint, frost thin smile on his lips.

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Beibhinn closed her eyes briefly and took in a breath, trying to steady her emotions enough for the conversation. "She mentioned it briefly. I'm not sure if I'll make an appearance or not. I haven't been feeling well." The proof was in the baggy eyes, the gaunt look in her face, and the slumped position on the couch. But of course, her physical health wasn't her main concern with the "party." No, she was mainly concerned with her emotional state, and that wasn't faring any better.

Beibhinn glanced briefly at Lucifer before she allowed them to drift over his shoulder and back to the floor. "I'll see how I'm feeling by tomorrow night," she whispered quietly. She didn't know what answer he really wanted, so mostly she was fishing for his response.

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"Its ya own choice, aye. I'd like ta see ya there all the same, but no pressure this time." He crossed his hands behind his back and rocked on his heels, keeping his gaze focused out the window with a chirp and a whistle. "How ya feelin' otherwise? Hows the wee babe? How be yeself?" A tad too many questions but good enough for now. He'd get a report from the doctor later, if he wasn't one of those types to stick to being all...private about there patients. Still, everyone had a price, to be extorted or paid if need be.

After she'd give her brief responses, if any at all, Lucifer would continue to rock, still whistling softly between his words. "There be lotsa food. Maybe some of your company from back in ya racing days." He didn't mention his son, for obvious reasons. It tended to set her on edge of late, and for now, he wanted to avoid it. For health reasons. He cared too deeply already for his unborn grandson.

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Beibhinn fidgeted slightly under her blanket before slowly nodding as she pondered over each question carefully. "I'm...I'm tired. A little nauseous...I...I guess it's fine..." she whispered quietly in response. She laid her head back against the couch and let her eyes drift back out the window as she tried to relax herself.

Her stomach growled softly at the mention of food and she began to nibble at her lower lip in thought. "Oh...? I don't really remember them anymore. I never really made any real friends." Her tone turned bitingly chill for a mere moment before she resettled into the passive, exhausted tone again. "I'll try to make an appearance, Mr. Fortuna...however briefly...I'll pick something nice out later, alright? Something the maids have to help me into..." Wings and talons didn't make for easy dressing and when left to her own devices, she ended up in what seemed like strips of cloth tied around her.

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"Ya don't be having ta make yerself uncomfortable on me own behalf, Beib. Not while yer in that condition. Health and comfort first. And I be glad to hearin' that yer fine, overall. I arranged yer first major checkup for the day after tomorrow, and yer rehab coach, the Noonan lady, will have some herbs to help flush that poison from ye veins, when yer feeling up to it. Ye might be having to go cold turkey completely, what with the wee babe and all." No telling how the medicine, however natural, would react with a child inside its body.

"Ye know yer allowed to walk the grounds and such. Go anywhere as long as ye have a chaperon off the property. Ye can go to the pool, the fountain, the garden, the hedge maze. Ye don't have to coop yerself up in this room all day, like ye have been." Truly, Lucifer wanted to create a better home for her this time, for no other reason than for her to stay after the child was born. Not that she'd have a choice in the matter anyway, at least not one that would be good for her child. "Yer exercises start soon, today if ye'd like them to." He let it linger once more, wanted it all to sink in.

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Beibhinn listened silently, watching the birds flit around outside as he spoke, tuning him out slightly. It didn't much matter what the content was anymore, the sound of his voice put on her on edge, made her more anxious than she already was. She shivered as another chill wind blew in through the windows and clutched the blanket closer around herself. "Maybe later...I just want to rest for a while, Mr. Fortuna."

No matter how she tried, Beibhinn couldn't quite get herself to come to terms with everything that had brought her to this moment. Lucifer hovering over her like an actual parent, pregnant, drugs floating around in her system and clogging her thoughts, him coming home...It was too much, all of it. She desperately wanted to pretend that her life hadn't changed at all, at least then she'd know what to expect each moment of the day. But now...Beibhinn let out a haggard sigh as she tried to pull the window she laid under shut again. "Maybe in a few days, when I've...settled back in more."

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"Call me a broken record, but I be sayin' its all up to yer preference again. I not be forcing a thing on ya that isn't for yet own good or the chicks. Baby. What do ye call a baby harpy, really?" He asked the question to no one in particular, and truthfully, he didn't get an answer. From the corner of his eye, he saw her efforts and decided to close it for her, now standing directly beside her, if just for a few seconds. The violet man moved away quickly, and a loud pop of his knee joint broke the silence. His body was getting...old. There was no stopping that. Inherited life spans only kept a man from dying by the hands of another or himself, not from natural causes...And life was getting...boring.

"If ye be wondering what me plans are for all of this. You, the babe, Harb, me business, me fortune, all of it, well...Ye will never be forgiving me, and I don't want ye too. Ye'd be weak for doing it." A hand on her head, soothing her slightly agitated mohawk back down. "But I'd be leaving ye something aside from the aforementioned agreements to ye. The house. For ye and yer child. Would ye like that Beib? Or do ye want nothing to do with this place?" Luci's stare was like that of a Catholic priest of Earth, even if neither of them knew what that meant.

Harsh. Judgmental. Damning. Intense. Powerful.