Nuru sat motionless, cloaked in darkness, at a corner table of the dimly lit pub. Her senses prickled between the growing murmur of conversation around her, every sense but sight. Her eyes were loosely wrapped in cloth, hiding them from view, making her blindness an obvious weakness. One hand traced the stem of a glass, studying it’s etching with a trained fingertip, the contents inside only filling half of it. The ramblings of a rather intoxicated dwarf echoed from across the room, boasting of the length of his beard and the sharpness of his axe. His words were soon followed by a chorus of rough edged laughs as a mocking response.

There was little to do but listen, for there was much that held her back. No dead souls coursed amidst these living, therefore little entertainment could be found for such a skilled necromancer. The souls of the living were much too stubborn, only a child’s soul is fresh and malleable. A smile crept over the woman’s lips as she continued to listen, knowing full well that no attention was being shot in her direction.

(OOC- Sorry for the shortness. Much to do and I and dying to rp! :p )

Shalura walked silently along the busy streets almost bieng knocked down by the people walking in the opposite direction, she began to get irritated with them and almost kicked one in the ribs, but that wasn't her style. Eventually the crowd dispersed and Shalura leaned gratefull against the wall of the Wilwarin, happy to have the freedom of limb movement. She cast about briefly incase there was another massive throng of people, why the hell there was such a big crowd was a mystery to her, she merely shrugged it off lightly. She looked up at the sign and sighed, she completely dispised pubs, they were yet another excuse for people to make themselves dummer and cause fights, get injured or even killed by some people she knew. Resigning herself to the worst she merely shrugged and walked inside sinking immediatly into a chair, she was glad for the rest but would have preffered it without the horrid stench of alchahol. But there was nowhere else to go.

"Well" she muttered "it could be worse"

Sephiroth slowly enter the Pub, his blade resting on his shoulder as he came in. He was still in his usual black leather, Sephiroths waist lenght white hair falling gracefully down his back, his stance as he walked rather elegant as well. Some of the people that raised there heads set their eyes upon the blade that Sephiroth had. The blade was a Katana... although the acctual blade of the Katana was almost seven feet long, a very difficult blade to use... never mind master.... however Sephiroth had mastered it.

He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, then as he paid for it... Sephiroth could feel something in the air... something cold... dark.... it was another necromancer, although the feeling from the one that was near felt somewhat familiar. Sure Sephiroth had been dead for just about three thousand years now and Arda had somewhat changed... but he would always know the feeling of another necromancer when it was near. This is when Sephiroth began to look around the Pub trying to find the source of this great power he could feel.

He had never liked pubs. Not even inns. He'd rather sleep outside for the most part, than be in a place with foreign stenches and drunkards. And even without the drunkards and stenches, he still didn't like these places, because he didn't like people. Well, it wasn't exactly a disliking, but he felt awkward around them. He felt he didn't belong with them. So one would be intrigued to find Aloric presently in one such inn. It surprised him, too. But the plain and simple fact was, he was hungry. Just getting back from the shoreline for the night, he needed to take a load off, have a drink - juice - and eat some greens. He just did not have the strength to climb back into the forest and begin hunting for foodstuff. He had run out of alternatives.

So there he sat, on a barstool near the front of the pub, with drink in hand, trying desperately to ignore the provocations of the other customers, who seemed to somehow be having a smashing good time despite the odors and smell of rot. He wasn't about to include himself with their lot.

He didn't even want to be here.

Presently he saw a tall figure slowly enter the room, his blade resting on his shoulder as he came in. Aloric raised his head to see the long blade. He nearly started shaking. He knew this was a man to fear indeed. As the figure went to purchase a drink from the inkeeper, he spied the room, as if looking for someone in particular. Aloric was quick to put his head back down, sipping his drink and trying this best to act inconspicuous.

The man looked in Aloric's direction, studying the people. Surely he wants nothing to do with me? he thought to himself. He had already had enough trouble for one day - but he would surely not survive an encounter with this man.

The door of the pub slowly creaked open and soft footsteps on the wooden floor hit Nuru's ears. She lowered her head slowly, focusing solely on the newest entrance to the pub. It was a female, the short strides and light steps told her so, but that was the most she could determine over the racket of the pub.

A few seconds passed, the rim of the glass touching Nuru’s lips as they parted to take a small sip of the spiced wine. She reset the glass on the scarred wooded table before another creak determined another newcomer to the pub. Nuru paused again, her head tilted somewhat to better hear the sounds of the new stranger. There was a slight ring in the air as he walked, a blade cutting gently through air… his blade was out, and it was sharp. She inhaled silently, listening further, again the footsteps determined the sex. Heavier and longer strides told it was a male. Behind her blind and clothed eyes, she saw a gray cloud, which moved in time with the man. It was the only thing her mind could see. He is not of the living. He was undead. A slow smile danced on her lips as she continued to listen watching the gray blur in her mental vision as it moved about, and seemed to stare at her through the crowd of drunkards at the pub.

Onid walked down a dirt road which would lead him to the pub. He had been here once before and left a mess. This time thoug he hoped to get some work, most people didn't tend to give you jobs if you kept killing them. Onid starred down at his newest blade, the rune blade had taken the place of the short sword on the left side of his waist. His short sword had to be moved to help reduce any hendurance to his movement and now found itself strapped to his right leg. His other blades were still in their usual spots, his two katanas rest on the right side of his waist and his samuri sword was in it sheath on his back. He had been building up a verry nice collection, but he would never have enough to satisfy himself. He loved sowrds and each had its advantage and disadvantage. Katanas offered him his favorite attribute, speed. Quick kills were his favorite, because it allowed him to quickly move to the next kill.

Onid's eyes focused on the door of the pub. He had his dagger in hand picking out some of the dirt from underneath his finger nails. As he reached the door he sheathed his dagger into is spot under the belt wrapped around his right forearm. With a simple push of his right hand he opened the door and walked in. The first thing he noticed was one of the people in the pub had a very large katana. Onid was able to tell its advantage was different than a normal katana's. The sword was to large to really on speed even if the person could manage to swing it with a decent speed. No the sword had cutting power though, that he was sure of. Katana's had many folds, much more than most swords and that is were they recieved their strength. A sword of that size would have much strength so long as the person weilding it was able to get it to his opponent before his opponent got to him.

Onid ignored most of the others and found a table in the back. He sat down hard on the wooden chair and lifted his feet up onto the table. The was alreay a drink on the table and Onid didn't see anyone that it belonged to, so he drank from it. This was of course pointless, his dead body did not require hydration. His dead body also would not have any way of contracting any bacteria from the person who had been drinking from the glass before him. Onid looked around once more finding nothing that intrest him, there was however something that managed to catch his intrest. There was a woman whom had wrappings covering his eyes, many times that meant one of two things, the person was blind or the person was a able to see a person's energy, a seer.

Onid had been cutting his gloves up earlier, to take away the fingers in them. Onid had stopped on his way here, but sense there was nothing of intrest at the moment he started on his left glove. He took the glove off his left hand and grabbed his dagger with the right hand. He started cutting the fingers off his glove and soon he was done, now both gloves were without fingers. He put them back on and put away his dagger. The whole purpose behind this strange task was to allow him to gain a better grip of his weapons. The gloves didn't really add much in the way of protection, so why not gain something from their use. Onid finished off the glass and threw it aside. He had been bored for some time, but he hoped he could find work. He didn't advertise that he was a mercenary, but from the way he was dressed it couldn't have been more obvious.

Sitting in here was making Shalura feel extremely unconfotable. As she looked about she saw a man with an oversized sword walk into the pub, she eyed him with interest, having a sword that big he'd have to be well skilled, or it was just for show. Also there was an undead being. Luckily Shalura wasn't anywhere near him but she still felt uneasy, and the woman in the corner with the bandaged eyes (I'm assuming you're in the corner correct me if I'm wrong) was making Shalura's nerves twitch for some reason. The only normal person was a man sitting at the bar, as men do, and he didn't seem drunk like most of the resto f the poeple in here poisoning themselves all for the sake of taste. Shalura stood up, she took in a bitter breath that smelled strongly of alcahol and walked over to the man, like her he didn't look like he wanted to be here either.
"Hi" she said to him simply.

Sephiroth continued to look around the Pup, now another woman, a nervous looking man, and an undead being of some sort. But his eyes were soon fixed on the woman with the covered eyes, he knew she was the evil force that he could feel... the one that could mean total danger for him. The grip of Sephiroths hand then got tighter on his Masamune, not only would this woman be a proplem, but it looked as though the undead being would also be a nice challenge.

Sephiroth seen the other new woman walking over to the rather nervous man. Sephiroth had a small smirk upon his dark lips as she went over to him and said hi. The so called peace within the bar was soon broken however as Sephiroths eyes turned pure red and his large black angel wing spread out, knocking a few humans over as it did so. He then feel to his knees, but still had a grip on his blade...

Sephiroth tightly closed his eyes and raised his left hand onto his head, something was happening to him and it wasnt good. He had a great pain flowing through his entire body as he gripped his hair. Soon it was clear what was wrong with Sephiroth... he was starting to lose control over his solid form... everyone in the pup soon also knew this. The reason they all soon knew this was because Sephiroths body began to fade a little, and some spirit sparks emited from his body and circled around him. The humans seeing this ran from the bar... all that seemed to be left in the bar now were Sephiroth... the nervous man.... the woman beside him... the undead creature, and the one that Sephiroth was most worried about, the woman with the covered eye.

Sephiroth continued to gather control over his solid form once again, still not letting his grip leave his blade. More sparks appeared from his body but soon Sephiroth began to gain control again, the spirit sparks flew back into his body and he slowly turned back into his solid form once again. Sephiroths breathing has rather heavy now as he looked around at the others left in the bar.....

A slight comotion caught Shalura's attention, several people were knocked down by a black wing protruding from the man with the long sword. Shalura raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me drinking does that to you?" She muttered.
The man looked to be in great pain, Shalura got to her feet and then noticed that several sparks were coming from the man and he began to fade.
"Spirit sparks?" Muttered Shalura.
Most evberybody appeared to be running out of the bar in panick but Shalura stayed where she was, she had seen wierder things than this. Eventually the man seemed to regain control of himself, but by then the bar was practicly empty save for a few people, even the bartended had skedaddled. After all the sparks had been retracted into his body the man stared about breathing heavily, Shalura noted that he only had one wing.
"Are you okay?" She asked

The day had been tired and annoying. He had spent it chasing around three people on suspicion of being necromancers, and in all three cases there were not even evil. To top it off in two of the cases the person convicting them of being a necromancer was evil. After that a boy had tried to pickpocket him, to find the blind man had quick reflexes. Kyo had given the boy a grin, a clip round the ear and a gold piece to take him to the nearest inn. Not that he liked drinking but he did need a rest and a bed.

On arrival Kyo was bumped into by several people who seemed to be in a hurry. Ignoring it was the best option he could think off, but he did check he still had his gold. The place had evil here and un-dead strangely. In an inn? I suppose its not a zombie then. just as he stepped thought the door he heard a woman say, "are you ok?" and decided not to speak until she had an answer but he did mumble, "I wonder what I missed?" In his soft voice. Walking to where he guessed the bar should be and he did indeed find it. The feeling of Evil was very near now.