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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 instinctively jerked away from his hand slightly, but she stopped herself partway and allowed him the physical touch. He was the only one left that gave her little tokens of affection, after all, no matter how emotionless or selfish they really were. Her eyes closed as she felt warmth slowly ebbing back around her as the wind stopped stealing the heat from her body.

She didn't respond to his question for a while, though she did briefly open her eyes to get a glance at his expression. She could feel his eyes digging into her and it was almost enough to cause her eyes to water a little. She swallowed and forced a yawn before nodding uncertainly. "Th...Thank you. Mr. Fortuna. I have no other home to live in...after all." Her previous adopted mother's house had "mysteriously" burned to the ground shortly after "Momma" and "Uncle" disappeared from the face of the planet. Honestly, the decor wasn't so terribly different from that home, either. They both had an air of wealth, elegance, luxury...All things that she'd grown attached to, despite how alien they made her feel.

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"Yer thanks be appreciated, I assure ya." He ran his hand through her hair feathers one more time before withdrawing his hand, his attention turning to the room's phone. It hadn't rung, but Lucifer picked it up anyway, dialing in the number to the kitchen. "Oy, chef. I be wanting some food brought up to Beib's room. Bring me an extra limey, extra tequila-y margarita, a wild mushroom risotto, and whatever fresh fish ye got in today. Oh, and a grapefruit." He'd then turn to the harpy. "Anything ye be in the mood for? I got him on hold for a minute."

He'd give her time to respond, thinking over some of his plans in his head. In truth, it was swarming with possibilities. This month was a record month for his accountant, as all the books, even the less than legal ones, came out in the green, only one breaking even. None in the red. All of his investments were paying off, one in particular in triplicate. Still...it was just more money. Something he wasn't short on...and truly wasn't sure if he wanted anymore. Gold was one thing, it had a weight to it, but this world ran on that damned digital currency...

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Beibhinn sunk farther into the cough and resnuggled herself into the throw, trying not to dwell on anything he said. All of it made her feel...anxious, on edge. She half wanted to fling herself out the window and fly away, but no...No, that wasn't an option anymore. Her attempts to flee had stacked up against her and now her only choice was to stay in this home. No mater how he turned her stomach, no matter how hard she wished to be free...

"One of the maids should have already delivered him an order for me...I'm sure he's already received it." She reached a taloned hand up to her head and smoothed her hair down a little bit more. Something made her miss the touch...or perhaps she just wanted to wipe his slime from her hair. "So, I should be fine..."

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"Well, if that be the case, I'll just be hanging up then. Bye bye food-man." He chortled, practically throwing the phone down before twirling back around, looking for something to sit down before finally just saying "Fuck it merrily!" and thumping onto the floor with a half smile, half grimace of a man too old to be acting so rough with his own body. After his head cleared, Luci ran a hand across his beard, as if debating something. He was piling so much on her at once, but, aye, it all needed to be said at some point or anything.

"I want you ta talk to me, Beibhinn. About what ya did after ye ran off. I won't be asking for names or address, I already be having people scour the slums for information for me. I just be wanting to know...do ya have any idea who the father be? Do ye know what drugs ye be on, cause there ain't no use for a blood test or a lie detector, I be knowing ye hooked on something." There was the slightest bit of mirth in his voice as he looked up at her, his amber-orange eyes shimmering. "And I be knowing this could be hard on ye to open up about, but...eh...call me concerned and curious. Most sincerely."

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Beibhinn slowly turned her face to his direction, her eyes deadening as she simply thought over how she could answer the questions to any degree of certainty. She finally let her eyes drop back to the floor as she took a deep breath. "Everyone I lived with on the streets...are either dead or caught up in gang, prostitution ring, or drug cartel. I tried to ease into one, and it didn't end well. The person who offered me the...job was cruel. Manipulative. He didn't care about any of us, least of all his 'exotic pet.' I traded sexual favors for food and shelter, so no. I don't know who the father is. I couldn't even give you a list shorter than ten names."

Her face turned to one of disgust and spite just before she swiveled it back to the window. The bright red mohawk raised against her pale white feathers was her only expression to him now. "I don't know what drug or drugs I was on. I doubt I was supposed to. I only even found out when I told him I wanted to leave. I only knew when I was hooked!" She spat the last word like a curse and burrowed farther into the blanket as if seeking escape.

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Lucifer let it all sink in for just a moment. Something that made Lucifer as dangerous as he was, was the fact that his face could never be read accurately. Anger could be disguised as mirth. Fear and giddy excitement. Happiness as despair. But he didn't even try to hide it this time. He was furious. For a moment, the Slums appeared in his head, blazing, on fire, screams billowing forth like dark black smoke, and that alone brought a smile, if bitter and brief. It reminded him of his island home, on another world, and he would bring it full circle once again. Perhaps as his parting gift to the world on his death bed. A new grudge was born onto his heart.

"Thank you for telling me Beib. Must've been hard, I understand that better than ye know." Lucifer then did not understand the feeling that came over him. It was like a rock, cold and hard, sitting in his stomach. The anger flew out of him and something else crept in, and he wasn't familiar with it...Little did he know, it was pity. And a tinge of guilt, however absurd that was. No. That would be his final gift to the world as Lucifer Fortuna. A grand funeral pyre. Even if it took years, because, well, who knew when he'd die.

They'd sit in silence for a long time, or however long it'd take for Beib to be the one to break the silence. Lucifer was lost in thought, fury, gleeful and radiant, along with melancholy for his own personal failure as a father...even if he would not admit it.

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Beibhinn swallowed down her bitterness at his words. As if he could understand even the smallest bit of what she felt...? Everything that she'd been through, all since she'd first laid eyes on him all those years ago...She bit her tongue angrily, her eyes beginning to well up with hot tears of anger. She blamed him for all of it, every last terrible thing that had happened to her or those she cared about...It all had to be blamed on him, she was innocent, after all...

She let the silence simmer, allowing her emotions to wrestle and entangle themselves as she tried to think of something, anything to make the pains go away. Anything at all...to make anxiety cease, the pounding in her head to quiet. She couldn't make anything surface, though...Nothing practical, so she just bottled up her emotions again, like she had for the past three years. Hidden and stuff deep down inside where he couldn't use them to hurt her.

The only interruption to their private thoughts would be the return of the maid with their food.

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The food arrived, and with it, the savory aroma of the fish, a seared ocean tuna with cracked pepper spices. The risotto, creamy and earthy with the scent of mushrooms, the strong citrus kick of his margarita and grapefruit, which was cut into four equal segments and covered in a generous helping of wild cane sugar. Her own food arrived as well, but frankly, Lucifer set upon his own like a wolf, starting in heavily on the drink at hand. Sweet, ice-cold, limey like an english bloke, and with the strong, fiery kick that only tequila could bring. The older man downed about half of it before moving on to his food, every once in awhile giving her a glancing look.

He felt her gaze on his before the distraction got here. Her anger, her rage, her sorrow, and none of it half as moved him as first seeing her had. It was recent, but it felt like so long ago. All three "first times". Just last week. That day at the tracks, with her in the audience, and finally, the first time he ever met Beibhinn. He was so much younger then, and part of him had loved her, in a way that couldn't be described or understood by anyone. He still felt that somewhere deep inside, but this Beib wasn't like his old one. She was more naive, she was selfish to an extent, she didn't think, but...Still, it was her. Or it could've been her. Who knows?

"How's yer food?"

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Beibhinn softly thanked the maid as she was handed her food. An array of dried fruits, crackers, cheeses, and meats. She stabbed a few pieces through with her talon before trying to eat more "typically." She nibbled quietly through her snack, trying to pretend that Lucifer wasn't even in the room with her. Of course, as soon as she'd dazed herself into that thought, he spoke. "It's good," she replied quietly, her mouth slightly full. She'd never really learned or been much for manners.

Beibhinn finished her meal quickly, ravenous as she had been. Honestly, she still felt a little hungry as her kind were typically big eaters. Twice their body weight was a good measure...or so her Momma had once said. Beibhinn placed her tray to the side and quietly tried to picture her again. Her mother for such a short amount of time...the image was fading from her mind. She wasn't even sure she remembered quite how her voice had sounded, either...

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Once she was done with her own plate, he stood and slid the rest of his fish onto hers, without even asking. He knew she loved fish, especially tuna steaks and in truth, Luci didn't feel much like eating anymore. The risotto was fine, and grapefruit was finished, and his glass was empty. As time went on, he found himself sleeping more and eating less, and almost always tired, no matter what. Aging was...terrible.

"Ya need ta order more next time. Yer eating for two and ye be underweight as it is. Promise that, girly. Yer'll be tryin' ta eat more." The older man said it with as much concern as he could muster but it wasn't a natural emotion he could express. He checked his watch...and couldn't remember what her schedule for the day was. He thought it was her first check up, but maybe it had already happened while the race was happening...

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Beibhinn slowly tilted her head at him, then the other direction. An odd habit she couldn't quite control when she was curious about something, and frankly him offering her food was unusual. After a moment of indecision, she nodded quickly and gobbled up the steak as quick as she could. She swallowed the last bites of it before finally responding to Lucifer's request. "I'll try...but you should remember how hard it is for me to gain weight." She and her adopted mother were both rail thin, a trait that seemed to be common among harpies.

As she placed the tray aside again, she placed one of wings over her stomach listlessly as she directed her stare out the window again. "I'm sure the chef will provide enough food..." she whispered softly. She was almost afraid to speak of him. He was probably the only employee she felt had any genuine positive feelings toward her. If Lucifer found something to blame on him because of her words...she didn't want to be responsible for him being fired.

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"Aye, I'm sure he will as well. He better. I'll not be having ye starvin' just for a food budget. He knows anything and everything is available to him as long as he asks." He crossed his arms as she ate, giving her head another quick pat in the process. "And I not be asking ye ta gain weight. Just make sure yer eatin' enough for two is all." The violet haired gentleman couldn't exactly thing of where to go from here, but some thing was certain...

"One day, I'll be dead Beib, I'll be out of ye hair for good. I'm not gonna be around fer much longer. Ten, twenty years at the most probably." Luci moved away from her, his eyes fixed outside. "I've built something wonderful, grand, terrible...And I be havin' two heirs to split it to. I couldn't be happier, truly." A lie. Things could've gone perfect, but that wouldn't have been as fun, or as memorable.

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Beibhinn closed her eyes tightly as his hand touched her head again. She felt the need to pull back, but she let herself hold still. Willed herself to. Who, in three years, had given her any sort of affection, after all...? She sighed softly and listened as he spoke, fatigue beginning to weigh on her. Her head bobbed downward a few times and before he'd spoke the last word, her head had drooped down and to the side, resting against the pillows on the window seat.

The food, the warm blanket, Lucifer's soothing, manipulative voice...All of it stacked up with her lack of sleep and swept her into her dreams. Into her escape. Or as close to an escape as she could find. After all, she still had nightmares.h

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It had been a long time since the man's feet had tread upon this street, several years of soul searching and training had passed. One could not say if he and his partner had emerged from the journey older and wiser, not on the outset at least. Those who once knew him weren't likely to recognize him, a rough traveler's beard adorned his square jaw and a green coat resembling that of some monk of the far east clothed his broad shoulders.

His companion was more simply dressed, concealed beneath a long dark cloak, at times one might glimpse bare feet beneath the hem of it or the light would catch his smoldering yellow eyes beneath the hood. They walked in silence, reminiscing about this particular street, this city, and those they had known here. They had returned, and they were eager to show what they had learned.

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CRASH!!!


Not far ahead a fight occurred and a woman, and a man she was fighting with, slammed through the plate glass of a nearby building not far ahead. Slamming the man through the glass was hard enough, but the man had a firm grip on her arms and she his. As the man and woman headed to the pavement yelling was heard by another woman.

WHAM

The man slammed into the pavement hard, the woman rolled off him and got to her feet. Looking up to the ruined window the woman saw who she sought. The other woman smirked, holding a sword and darting off. Grrr. Vipteri stood in the road over the now quite injured and possibly dead man at her feet. A strangely familar smell entered her nose. It smelled oddly familar

Now why did it smell so familar ?

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Now that was enough to catch anyone's attention, it was little wonder it had caught the eyes of the travelers. Messy brown hair was brushed out of the green eyes of the more colorfully dressed of the pair, the other's black cloak didn't move much different from how he'd been walking previously but there was a subtle shift beneath it that knowledgeable eyes would see as a hand moving to a weapon.

The seeming itinerant monk surveyed the scene as he got closer, scratching at his beard with a large hand, he didn't seem used to it, even after having it for so long. "So, the stories are true about this city, fights are everywhere." he mused, loud enough to be heard by the woman standing over the defeated man. The equally broad shouldered though slightly shorter man behind him seemed more interested in the swordswoman fleeing the scene however.

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"What stories ?" Came the soft reply, the woman seemed ready to dart after the one that took off. But for the moment she could worry about that person later, as her eyes then focused briefly, the scent again, why, why was it so familar ? She couldn't place it, yet. But why was it so familar ?

It didn't matter at that moment.

Turning to the two hodded monks the woman spoke thoughtfully, "What brings two monks to this fair city on such a backwater world ?" Vipteri was one who normally got to the point, but also got drunk and loved certain types of foods with said drinks. But sometimes thingas took more important matters.

For the time being the one fleeing the scene {with a weapon Vipteri had hoped to obtain for her mother} was the least of her worries. Why was that scent of an old friend so suddenly hitting her in the nose ?

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The one who spoke before chuckled, brushing at his hair again, "Chaos, fighting in the streets, brawls in the taverns, a lively place, for those who can handle it." he said quietly. He looked down at the man between them, "It looks like he couldn't handle it."

The other with the full cloak eased his posture slightly as the woman seemed to be allowing the other to flee, the outline of his right hand moved back over to his right side, off the hilt of his weapon. "It is the reason we came." he reminded his comrade, his voice more familiar than the man in green, however something about it seemed off, something was missing from it.

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"The reason you ceme ?" Came the question, more of a statement then a question actually when one thought of it. the woman bent down, a smirk on her face, patting the man over and removing a few items, A weapon, at this point a busted beer bolttle of some form. A broken switchblade knight handle, some credits in various currencies. And finally a note. the woman growled after reading the strangely written note.

Like wales people were after her family again. It seemed recently to never stop. All because of Diamond. And Crystal., and Raen. Vipteri muttered something in a strange langauge, before speaking her mind. "Do I know you ? you smell.... familar, but I cant place it."

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"I think you can figure it out, if we were to converse in the language of warriors." he said, the serious talk sounded rather out of place with his voice, despite his travelled appearance. He seemed one who was often light hearted and less grounded in the duller aspects of life. At his words he raised his arms, sliding into a stance reminiscent of Muay Thai before seeming to decide against it and settling into a traditional western boxing stance. He was a big man, no doubt capable of dealing and taking plenty of punishment from a normal opponent, but then, none of the three standing there in the street were normal opponents.

The one in black behind him shifted and moved to the side, looking to get a better angle to watch from as well as to be out of the way should his comrade's challenge be accepted.

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It had been a while since she had a straight up street fight. She smiled and settled into a stance she liked ot use most recently in the fighting she had used a mix of various stances. so she settled into her more facored stance. Mantis. Seeing how her current target was in a odd stance, at least one Vip was not famialr with, she knew she'd have to mix it up and soon.

Heck she could take two on one any day, but then, this was not a cage match, thankfully so, she had done a few recently, and some of her fellow fighters were rather dirty in how they fought, so she matched them dirty move for dirty move. But this fighter, something about the man told her not to play it dirty just yet. only if it came to that. But something also told her to be ready, and as such thin trails of mist floated off her hands as she settled into her stance.

She waited for a brief second, if he so much as said 'ladies first' she'd strike.

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The way this man carried himself it didn't seem as if there would be anything dirty in his fighting style, and he was still for a moment as she settled before taking a half step to the left only to bounce back to the right straight into a left hook. The blow was powerful, almost in human, though the way he struck, knowing that even this woman would have no trouble taking it on the jaw should his swing connect. It was familiar, and the follow up was even more so, a flurry of fists all aimed to knock an opponent off balance if not send them sprawling from the force. The movements were skilled and refined, but the tactic, that was what was familiar, like that of a young fighter she had once known. One who shunned weapons, one who didn't need them.

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Time seemed to slow for her as he moved, something about his style and movements triggered her mind. Waiting until the last possible second Vipteri dodged the left hook, and begain swiftly trading blows, and parries with the oddly famialr man. First his scent, she couldnt place it after so long. Then his fight style seemed to make the scene more familar.

Blocking a strike she grabbed the hand, a gently yet firm grip, mostly to keep herself from tripping, a softly smile on her face. She knew this grip! She barely was touching his skin! She could feel something preventing her from touching his hand outright as she held on to keep from falling on her back. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in recognition of who she now faced.

But she asked a simple question, well, more like a name of an old friend actually. "Paul ?" Her tone said it all, where had he been ?

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The man smirked and lowered his guard, standing straight again. "Looks like you caught me." he said with a small laugh, "Didn't think it would take too long for you to figure it out, Vipteri." he said, turning his hand and opening it to grasp hers in greeting. "It's been a long time."

Behind him the other man in a black cloak lowered his hood to show that he was virtually Paul's twin save for his yellow eyes and blue hair. That facade soon melted away however, skin giving way to blue and white scales while the cloak faded from existence, leaving in the man's place a towering, heavily muscled LaKeisian Drake. The draconic being smiled as best he was able, giving a nod of greeting to Vipteri. "Don't forget me." he chuckled deeply.

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Rather then give a handshake she instead pulled Paul into a tight hug "Its been so long! With what has been happening at home for me I just recently got back myself. Barely here a day when I got ganged up on in three different places too." She said "I tried to find you, until now I wasnt able to, I guess you found me instead. you seem.... well, you seem a bit different then when we last sparred." She said

She smiled when Ichiro spoke, she nodded, "of course, cant forget my friends now can I ? Diamond says hello; I havent seen Raen recently so I dont know how Crystal is" It was true, when she went home to Underland she normally stayed with her sisters at thier palace apartments rather then her own place. But lately, Raen has been away from Underland Empire, so Vipteri was only really able to stay with Snowdove and Crystal.

"I'd say welcome home, but sometimes Wing City isnt my home, at least, it rarely feels like it recently"